My wife Hazel and I have separated and are now going through the final stages of divorce. The reason we split in the first place was she had, and this is her description, a drunken fuck with a neighbour. I found them fucking nearly a year ago in his lounge after I'd suspected her of cheating on me. He no longer lives in the same town as me and left in a hurry. It's funny how he doesn't walk particulary well now.
Anyway back to why I'm here confessing.
Three months ago I met Janette, my nearly to be ex wife's mother, in the local swimming baths where I work. I'd only just changed my shift times the week before and normally I wouldn't have been there at that time. I saw her walking towards me in her swimming costume and I at first didn't recognise her, but I did think she was very attractive all the same.
When she said hello and I realised who she was, I noticed how physically fit she'd become. We started chatting mainly about myself and her daughter and all the time I couldn't help but look over her stunning figure. She knew I was checking her out and didn't shy away from my obvious attentions. As she walked away to get changed she caught me staring at her tight arse, turning to me she asked me to call by her house when I was next free.
Two days later I saw her again in the swimming baths, she asked me why I hadn't called round. When I told her it was because of her daughter, she told me she was an adult and could take responsibility for who she invited into her home or bed. It was an invitation I thought I would never hear and before my split with her daughter and her weight loss, plus her looking so damn good, I never would have entertained it. Asking my boss if I could take an hour off the end of my shift, I left with Janette.
We both knew why I was at her house and we both understood, whatever happened it would have to remain secret. Hazel is only eighteen years younger than Janette, but in terms of sexual knowledge there is a huge gulf between them. Janette and I spent the whole afternoon and early evening having sex, and sex which I learned a lot about myself too. Janette told me as I was fucking her arsehole for the second time, how much she'd wanted to get me into bed when I was with her daughter, often listening to us fuck when we stayed over at her house. In a sureal moment as I was about to answer her, I looked over at the dresser on the other side of the room, and saw a picture of Hazel and Janette together, taken I now know only a few months earlier on hoilday. Pulling her mothers hair, using it to control our fucking whilst at the same time ramming my seven inch cock into her arsehole, I carried on looking at the picture until I came hard up her tight hole.
When Janette was sucking my cock a little later, I told her about looking at the picture. I'm not sure if was me telling her about it, or that my cock had become rock hard. Janette stopped sucking me, climbed up my body and mounted my cock. Kissing me real hard, she rode me like a common slut until she climaxed all over my cock and balls.
It's not the only time we've spent together. It's not like we get together every few days or something, we usually only see each other when Hazels dad is working away, but when we do get together the sex is always horny, dirty and often lasts throughout the day.
I've come to terms with losing my wife, did so a long time ago. I don't think she'd ever come to terms with the fact I'm fucking her mother and with how downright sexually filthy we are together. After all finding your mum being fisted in her arse, would I think shock anyone.