Dirty files – Where things heat up

As Charlene, my mother-in-law, approached, I could see that
she’d changed into a black silk robe that rode to her mid-thigh. She’d
kept her heels on, but taken off her earrings.

Come here, I said, stroking my dick lasciviously in her
direction.

Charlene smiled and stood a few feet in front of me. I could
see the swell of her breasts and her nipples jutting through the silk
fabric. She spread her legs apart and grasped the robe’s tie in her
hands.

Meet SylverFox, she said as she tossed her shoulder length
silver hair over her shoulder and untied her robe.
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A maiden aunt

My father was killed in an industrial accident when I was just thirteen. After
the shock of his loss passed my mother decided to sell our suburban home and
move to the country away from everything that reminded her of dad and the
work he had done. She was also of the opinion that in a rural community I
would have a better environment for growing up without a father.

She found a nice house on a small acreage about a mile from a little farming
town far from the city where I had been born. We moved as soon as school let
out for the summer and I began the adjustment from a city boy to country
bumpkin. It was no easy task, I can assure you. I missed all the conveniences of
suburbia. There were no little stores on the corner or shopping malls a short
walk from home. There weren’t any corners except farm roads and the nearest
movie was a long bike ride into town.
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