Sunday Blues

Sitting in the conservatory, sipping my coffee, I tried to push the work stress out of mind, but it just came back, worse each time. My wife had tried to cheer me up by cooking us a full breakfast, which had worked for a short while. After breakfast her parting words were “try not to let it get you down”, as she went upstairs to get dressed.

I stared out of the window again, becoming more and more down until I heard the “click, click click” of heels on a wooden floor. Looking up I saw my wife standing just back from the door, enough so I could see her, but still partially hidden from prying eyes. My jaw dropped as she stood there in just a pair of glossy black suspender tights and high heeled mules.

“Hello son”, she said seductively. “Your dad’s just gone to work so…………………” I gulped and continued to stare at her as my cock stiffened rapidly. She smiled and continued “so, do you want to come upstairs and fuck your mother”. I could only nod, open mouthed as I put my coffee cup down, then followed her as she walked away. Today was about to get a whole lot better!