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507 converting the wife507 converting the wifeIt was another lousy day, oh the sun shone, alright, but Barry`s little shop was not thriving, a cobbler by trade, the shop having been left him by his father, along with all its debts, he had even diversified into harness making, and had a steady trade in Bdsm leatherwear by mail, but it was still not bringing in enough cash, well not enough to keep his family. the mortgage and pay off the companies debts. He had been married for 12 years now, Guy his lad was 11, his pretty daughter Janet was now 10, and his wife, Celia, just into her 35th year. His arthritic old mother, Barbera lived with them and looked after the house and the k**s each day, so Celia could go out to shelf fill at the supermarket, it was the only way, and even with their two incomes, and Barbs pension… they struggled. His Dad had taught him the trade, it was all he knew, and having a club foot it was all he could do for work. Dad drank himself into his box, he had gambled, he had squandered his money, and finally to every-ones relief, fallen (staggered) into the river on his way home one night with his pockets weighed down with full beer bottles! A non-swimmer it was soon over, his funeral adding another couple of thousand to their problems.That had been six months ago, to cut down on outgoings, they had moved here into the shop flat, cramped though it is saving them the rent on their high-rise flat which by the way they had hated. Their ‘solicitor,’ (actually, George a cousin working in citizens advice) had advised them that if they wanted to avoid going bankrupt, they needed to consolidate their debts, and to come to some arrangement with the people involved.This they had done though sadly it was going to be a constant struggle for the next few years just to meet the repayments.It was after tea one evening when the k**s had gone to bed and they were “balancing” the books, Celia, laughingly to lighten the gloomy attitude, said, “well it`s me an` Barbera for the streets then is it! Barbera, chuckled that, “you wouldn’t get a lot of trade for an old bag like me crippled with arthritis, though if truth was told I would still enjoy the odd poking!” Celia, laughed, “well that leaves me then, I hope it pays well!” to which all three laughed.Barry, again to lighten the moment said, “When I was a lad, I had a thing about you mum, so don’t put it past me!” again they laughed, especially when Barbera grunted that, “well you should have had more balls boy, I probably would have… especially as that drunken old git was always too pissed, an` I was missing out big time!” grinning Celia exclaimed, “don’t mind me, he`s a randy bugger at best, and I wouldn’t mind a rest sometimes!” just then their usual evening soap began on telly and the subject was dropped.It was the following Friday when Barry dropped in to his local, ‘the hunter’. He always allowed himself 2 pints on Fridays and again on Saturdays from the small allowance he allowed himself, he touted for business while he was in there so that he didn’t feel quite so guilty.Anyway, this night Barry met his old school friend Ken, Ken ran a stables and was a good customer tack wise. He had also bought, (anonymously via the internet,) some harnesses for ladies, though that of course was a secret… it was for his filming in what he and his friends laughingly called ‘the pony club’ and exploits in ‘the dungeon’ hidden out at his farm, None of which Barry knew anything of!Ken asked, “if his old mate could repair a pair of riding boots, by Wednesday?” Not one to lose work, the deal was agreed, Ken then asking if he could pick the boots up mid-afternoon. Again, no problems, Barry was still sitting at the bar looking glum, Ken asked what was wrong, and they moved off to a corner of the snug, where like a waterfall Barry told the whole sad story to his friend, explaining that he couldn’t afford to close the shop, and he was only just maintaining the business just to give his family and mother a home so he felt trapped.Ken listened with interest, then said, apparently genuinely he would “give your problems some thought” before finishing his pint and wandering off leaving his friend of course with the boots and feeling that a trouble halved was an improvement!Saturday evening again in the pub they sat together, neither mentioned çorum escort the perilous state of Barry`s finances, though Ken did bring into the conversation via the backdoor just to test the water so to speak, mention of pornography! Barry said, “though he enjoyed videos, he couldn’t afford to hire them anymore, occasionally he did use to get his Celia going with them. but with his mother in the house and the k**s he had problems getting much private time to watch them, but he was always hopeful”It now appeared that Ken was the local porn peddler, renting out films to the folk in the pub. Being an old schoolfriend he, in a conspiratorial way now lent him a couple freebee from his bag which were gratefully received, agreeing to return them the next Saturday, and Ken saying, “ he didn’t want to have his old mate going without!”Come Wednesday the boots finished, Ken came to collect them, Celia, on her mid-week half-day holiday was seeing to the shop side of the job, allowing Barry to deal with a big order for cuffs and collars, for a Bdsm club in Watford. Ken arrived at just after 3pm, and was impressed with the workmanship, and more so Celia whom until that he had never met. Barry coming out from the workshop, had a few words with Ken who for some reason did not seem inclined to leave quickly, the tall blonde and shapely Celia, being scanned and carefully included by Ken in the conversation. Barbera then arrived with the k**s in tow, collected from the school, and soon Ken left, the moment having passed.Late Friday night on his return from the pub, saw the k**s in bed, and mother making a tactful with-drawl to her own bed, realising the couple wanted some privacy, probably to watch a video or two on the only video player in the place in the living room, and to enjoy one another. Which is precisely what they did, spurred on by what turned out to be a rather mild couple of porn videos!Next evening Barry returned the videos to Ken who cheerfully swapped them for two more, saying they were a “bit stronger stuff and to enjoy them!” This they did that evening, finding both more to their liking!On Friday next the same performance as the week before, Ken again swapping the videos with some newly returned by another client, this time saying that he was, “Still trying to find a way of helping with the cash problems!” This whole scenario became the norm for the next few weeks, every time the videos getting a tad stronger, the only difference being that one Tuesday, Barry found out that his mum was secretly slipping in a video and watching it while the k**s were at school and the both parents were supposed to be busy working.Keeping things discrete, he told his wife that night that he had nearly caught his mother mid-video, with her hand up her skirt that afternoon, but had ignored her moves to hide her embarrassment, snapping the remote off and as quickly as she could, straightening herself, while he turned and searched in the sideboard, to look for a fictitious letter. Celia, laughing and ever the diplomat, said that his mum, “perhaps was not the dried-up old biddy they thought, and perhaps the thoughts they had had in jest perhaps was the many a true word of old!” he grinned then said in a voice that was tinged with seriousness, “I always wanted her, and I would still help her out if I thought you wouldn’t be jealous?” it was at that point joking went out of the window, and regarding him with a hard stare, she said in a steady voice, “If I was her age, and deprived like she has been I would hope to be rescued by my own son if he was a regular rampant little sod like you are… and before you argue, I do love sex with you but there are occasions when you get over the top, and I just want to sleep and as to Jealous, no not me, as long as it`s not behind my back so if you can chat her into sleeping with you, without causing problems, you go for it, and she and I can share you.”He chuckled, then exclaimed, “wow your serious aren’t you Celia, you`d happily let me!” her nod said it all. “look your mum is only 63, she was attractive in her day and she`s not bad now, in a stiff sort of way, and if she wants to share you, well who am I to stop her!” he asked if she would “drop the old lass a hint or two,” and laughing she agreed before they made gentle love, then as becomes a hard-working escort çorum couple they slept tomorrow being another treadmill day.It being Wednesday, it was Celia`s half day off, so having completed her shopping by one she was running the shop, Barry was in the workshop and Barbera was up in the kitchen baking. Their being only a few infrequent customers, mostly shoe repairs, it was not too constant and the shop door-bell would alert them, so she slipped upstairs to her mother in law, to make tea for herself and Barry, hopeful of hot scones, Barbera being a great cook, and the smell of backing enticing them in the shop below. The scones were just a moment from coming from the oven, so while they waited and the kettle boiled she took the opportunity to broach the topic of sex, asking Barbera, how she had gone about explaining sex to her Barry when the time came, as her own son guy would soon need telling! The older woman laughed, “the lads 11 girl, they grow up earlier now, I shouldn’t wonder if he don’t already know, he leaves enough marks in his PJ`s!” They chuckled, then she went on, “ his dad should have told Barry, but being the surly sod he was, I had to do it, and it was pretty embarrassing I can tell you,” she paused blushed a little then said that, “I simply undressed my top in front of him one night and explained it all as best I could, he didn`t ask questions, and from then on he spied on me, trying to see the rest of me!” she looked wistfull, then went on, “Now I wish… oh never mind…” but Celia was not to be put off now. “you wish what?” Barbera looked at her long and hard, then said “you will think me a wicked soul, but a body only lives once, and sex is a big thing in life, I was married to a man that occasionally took me for his own pleasure, and in his own way, orgasms for me were self-induced or not at all, and the only reason I didn’t take another man to my bed, or even at a push, my own son, was that I was scared of his dads reaction, it wasn’t to do with the laws of i****t, or any of that old pony, I was scared he would kill any lover I took…!”Celia stood looking at her mother-in-law, with an open mouth, BarberaRemembering the scones and wanting an excuse to break eye contact, bent to the oven, as Celia asked, “God Barb, how long is it since you made love then!” putting the scones onto a wire rack to cool, the older woman explained it was, “about 7 or 8 years since I last had a man, I`m too old and unattractive nowadays so I spose it`s never going to happen again…!” Celia knew this was her chance, taking a scone and adding butter she said, “You don’t know what you have missed with that lad of yours, he`s at me bull at a gate most nights, to be frank it gets tiring!”This brought the re-joiner, “I know I`ve heard you at it and been jealous many a time and wished…!” She tapered off, her face red.Celia took Barry, his scone and a brew, winking at him and saying she was going to have hers with Barb and for him to ‘mind the store!’ Returning to the warm kitchen and her sex starved companion, she quickly restarted the conversation explaining that Barbs son, “if she didn`t already know, still fancied her rotten, and if she wished she would happily share him, it would give her a break!” The bald statement threw Barbera into some confusion, her mouth opening and closing like a goldfish for some seconds before she could form any words. Then her face lit up, and she babbled “Wow!” and “are you sure…?” The bargain was struck with a hug, Barbera soon having to leave to fetch the k**s from school, but now with a spring in her step!Naturally, nothing was said while the k**s were about, so it was after bedtime, Barbera had gone to the toilet and with the k**s tucked up in their attic bedrooms three floors above, Celia, explained to Barry his new role as super-stud! His mouth opened as she explained the arrangements, he needed to ‘chat his mother up’ but he was especially amazed that he was to start immediately, and she would see him in the morning! Barbera returned and saying she was off to bed with a good book and wishing them goodnight, with that Celia swept out leaving the two together!A stunned silence followed then grasping the nettle BarryHalf-whispered, “Celia says you`re in need of servicing mother!” The older lady said, “well boy only if you want too!” çorum escort bayan His reply was to kiss her and mutter, “only since I was about 12 you daft mare, I`ve always wanted you but didn’t want to upset you!” they dropped to the couch, his hand finding her breast, his lips welding them together and her stiff arms hauling him close in conformation of her need. It took little time for Barry to turn out the light and check round while his mother at her insistence went ahead to change and ready herself in her room.It was a timorous knock on her door that heralded his wish to enter her big bedroom up on the third floor, separated from his own by the bathroom, where Celia lay her hand in her body imagining what it must be like to sleep with someone after losing hope and being celibate for so long.Trembling, Barry waited like a boy outside the heads study, a wavering voice called him in, they were both apprehensive, the door swung-back and he entered to find Barbera on the bed in a silken nightdress, the room bathed in soft light from a bedside lamp, and the curtains drawn.Shedding his clothing, he took his mother`s hand, then tenderly climbed onto the bed, again they kissed, it was no maternal kiss, it was long awaited, passionate, and meaningful. She whispered that, “she had waited forever for this for so long, so no words… please!”Silently he unbuttoned the jacket, then slid it and the nightdress from the body he had wanted for so long. The old before her time body came into his gaze, white as snow except face and arms, breasts once proud 34ds now sagged against her belly, wrinkles rippled across the small paunch, arms with the beginning of wings, the stiff old legs flabby knees lumpy, but to Barry she was perfection. He looked into her face seeing worry that he would be repulsed, but to her relief he smiled and said, “oh mum I`ve waited so long and your still lovely” it was a relief that her face showed instantly, she smiled, then said, “you’re a bloody liar but I thank you for it son!” slowly she opened her legs, at last the moment he had dreamed of so often, her so well hidden love nest, sparce haired now. It was dampening with excitement as he looked at the soft pink gash, and more so as he bent to kiss the soft hood and its stiff clit.The tingle that trembled through that timorous trembling tender tab till the tongue-tip touched the ten times tastier tempting tunnel transfixing the totally taboo target {sorry folks I just couldn’t resist that!} The woman threw back her head and gave a groan that meant so much, followed by a cry of “Oh son…son …I have waited so long…you just don’t know…. That is so perfect!” deep in the raptures of cunnilingus, the mature body twisted and writhed, knowing the arthritic joints would pay for these contortions in the morning. She came, then, it being her beloved son, adding to the sensuous situation, came again. She felt him move then the stiff tool slowly oh so slowly easing itself into her old body, stiff hot and thick the thing found its own way into the wet and ready, sexual tunnel. It was the first invader in about 8 years, and the first gentle loving phallus for a good 20! Tears formed in Barbera`s eyes, a lot pleasure, a touch of pain, and a lot of relief and mental anguish made a wonderful cocktail of feelings. Younger hips began to grind, her sons hips, using her, filling her, with love with feeling, so unlike his father, no drunken breath, no use and go, so loving… again the coming climax, slowly building slowly oh so slowly achieving what that bastard had never managed in there whole married life, it was magic, “Oh, Oh, Oh, she head fell back mouth open, eyes rolling. His hips now pistoning in and out, but with that caring, passionate, loving way of a lover not a user… her climax began, her brown nipples, stiff on the long unused breasts, her eyes, rolling, colours like rainbows before them, her hands on his shoulders clawing and gripping in time with his thrusts, her breathing short gasps, the arthritic pain on a back burner, and her ears pounding.He filled her, adding to the mixed sensations, it was all too much, and soon stopped. They lay together his skinny body luckily not over heavy on her slight frame. The moment passed. They rolled apart and lay beside one another, knowing, that moment could never again be recreated, and knowing that they were now condemned to try, again and again to recreate it or something near. Pandora was out of her box, the genie uncorked. Where would this new situation take them, well we shall have to soon see…

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