Freshly shaved and dressed in clean clothes he almost felt human again as he went into the front room. Madison was busy tidying up the place while Helen sat on the sofa drinking what looked like a screwdriver. Well, so much for my vodka he mused as he took a seat in his recliner. He felt a stirring in his groin when Helen uncrossed her shapely legs and leaned forward on the sofa. For the briefest of moments he had an excellent view up her skirt and between her toned bronze thighs as she moved.
“You know John, I’ve never been able to figure out why you and Kathy bought this place. What is it, twenty miles to town?” Helen asked, her eyes twinkling with mischief when she saw where his eyes were looking.
“It’s eight miles actually,” he mumbled, his eyes straining to get another peek up her skirt.
“Oh, well that’s nice. Madi dear, would you like some help?” she asked in a condescending voice while watching him as she slowly opened her legs a fraction.
“I could use some help,” Madison replied noncommittally.
Leaning back on the sofa and recrossing her legs Helen said, “John, be a dear and help your mother.”
While they straightened up the front room Helen went into the kitchen to see what kind of food John had on stock. There was one good thing about Helen; she was an excellent cook. After going through the fridge and the pantry she came to the conclusion that some one was going to have to go to the store. She knew exactly whom she would send. Scribbling down a list of items on a piece of paper she found near the wall phone she went out and took several bills from her wallet. Madison was flabbergasted when Helen handed her the money, the list and her car keys then asked if she minded going into town.
“Since you’ve been here before and know where the stores are, I’ll keep John company while you’re gone,” Helen said, picking up her drink and heading for the kitchen to refill it without waiting for an answer.
Madison fumed all the way to town. She thought about not getting some of the items on the list, especially the tequila and vodka, but knew that would only create a situation with that pretentious bitch. Better to keep the peace than stir the pot.
John knew his mom was pissed. Hell, a blind man would’ve been able to see that. But apparently Helen couldn’t, or wouldn’t. For thirty minutes he sat there listening to her ramble on about how good it was to see him again, and how good things were going for her husband and her. She managed to throw in a few mournful “I miss my daughter” remarks while letting him have longer looks up her skirt. By the time she said she was going to freshen up he had the beginnings of a hard-on. He watched her ass sway provocatively as she strutted down the hallway, throwing him one last look over her shoulder before disappearing into the master bedroom. He didn’t hear the door close behind her.
Stripping out of her clothes Helen went into the bathroom leaving the door wide open and turned on the shower. While waiting for the water to warm she ran a finger gently through the slit of her bald pussy while thinking about her son-in-law’s eyes gazing lustfully up her skirt. She wasn’t surprised by how wet she was. She’d always envied her daughters luck in finding a man like John. Tall, well muscled, good looking, and well hung judging by the feel she had when she’d brushed against his boxers. Whether he was hung or not was something she planned to find out. Stepping into the shower she rapidly lathered up before opening the shower door and calling out to John.