I've recently been having sex with my son-in-law Mark. Before people freak out, let me give the situation some context. I'm 65 and a widow, my husband passed away last year at age 70. Mark is a widower, his wife (my daughter) tragically passed away six months ago at the age of 38 after a battle with heroin addiction. It has been a very difficult 12 months, absolutely horrible.
After my daughter died, Mark sold their house to reduce expenses, since he did not have life insurance on her. He's also only working part-time. I said he could live with me, since I'm alone too, and could use help around the house. He moved in a couple of months ago. It was nice to have a roommate.
In the many years that I've known him, he's always been a touchy type who likes to give hugs and and little kisses. From the moment he moved in, we'd greet each other with hugs and quick, innocent kisses on the lips. Nothing major. We've always done that when we've seen each other.
Well, last month I was lying on the floor watching television, since my back was sore, and Mark came over to cuddle while we watched the show and give me a little back rub. His hands felt really nice. His hands started to wander, though, moving to my buttocks and then between my legs. I said we needed to stop, but he then said how attractive I was, how young I looked, and that he had always fantasized about me. I turned over and we started kissing, really romantically kissing. That night I had intercourse and multiple orgasms for the first time in ten years.
We've been having sex regularly since then. I can barely keep up, since he wants it daily. He's so randy and sexy and I love him. Sometimes we go at it soft and sweet, other times it is more like, excuse my use of slang, pure hot fucking. He also does things that strike me really weird and amusing, like pulling out sometimes when he ejaculates. That strikes me as odd. Anyway, I almost feel like I'm in my 30s again.
This won't last long. I just pray that I don't burn in Hell for making love with him.