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Carol had just left to pick her Mom up from the railroad station and I was quite pleased. Her mom Janice and I have always got along quite nicely, and I always enjoy having her over. In her early sixties, Janice is nicely endowed so far as boobs, ass and hips are concerned. Her hair is long and gray with a lot of highlights.
Her style of dress is skirt and blouse with kitty heels and those shoes are usually in black or red patent and look quite nice. Carol thinks it is sweet of me when her Mom leaves her glasses on the coffee table or in the kitchen and I've always cleaned them for her with a biker's bandanna. I like the kind of glasses she has, narrow oval; half-square or half-moon in silver or gold. Sometimes they hang across her ample boobs and, with the room light glimmering in those glasses, yup that always gets me hard.
Carol and I have been married ten years; we have no rug rats, so it gives us plenty of time for an active sex life. Piano and riding a motorcycle are the things I really enjoy while Carol's thing is sketching in charcoal and watercolor painting.
Carol and Janice got back and Carol told me, "Mom will be staying for about two months." I have no problem with that.
One day while I was at work, Carol was looking for Christmas decorations and found a box of my old stuff in the garage. Who knows why she had to call me at work but she did.
"Harry, I just found this box in the garage, You won't believe what is in it."
I doubted it was a box containing nice chunks of twenties or fifties in nice thick packages like steaks, but the way she spoke, you'd think she found gold. I began to remember what was in that box, old magnets and telephone magneto's. It began to dawn on me that what she was so excited about were a number of large bras with a nice selection of ladies half-glasses with very nice glass beaded neck chains.
I wondered why I'd begun to collect ladies glasses and neck chains and my mind went back to the second floor of Defiance Bleachery one Wednesday afternoon. It probably happened after I told Ruthie how hot she looked in her gold half-moon glasses as she read the Taunton Gazette during lunchtime.
I asked her why it was I had certain feelings down south when I saw her in half-glasses.
"Oh really? Like you're aroused?"
"Yeah."
"That is not uncommon, I can show you why you might be aroused at noontime."
“So Ruthie, you’re not mad?”
“No I’m not mad; it means you think that I look pretty good at my age.”
“Well yeah, I thought that for a while now.”
“Well, you wait till lunch time when everyone goes out to cash their check.”
We found a quiet spot and everyone was out cashing their checks at Fernande’s or Henry Dions store by the tracks. Ruthie told me to drop my pants. She was wearing a nice pair of gold half-moon style. She wrapped the beaded chain for her half-square style around me and stroked my balls with those sparkling half-glasses, then jerked me off so the lens of her glasses were smothered in my warm thick cum
It was so erotic to see her lick my man sauce off her glasses and somehow I knew I'd always have a passion for them. Funny how one can know that.
She told me she was getting some eye work done and would no longer need glasses for reading and would I like to buy her glasses and neck chains? A week later I had a few dozen very nice styles of ladies half-glasses with beaded chains. I remember buying the brassieres at thrift shops .
When Carol asked me about the box and its contents, I said, "It's mostly guy stuff I'd imagine; green glass insulators for wires, real old magnets and something with those magnets on them with a brass gear and a crank. And a few bras rolled up with ladies half-glasses and beaded neck chains. Yeah, I remember that now, must have been over twenty-five years ago.”
"Harry, I think it is so sweet about those glasses and beads. Did you have some sort of fetish way back then? I mean, it is a part of you I never knew about. Where did you get those bras. . . they have to be for a large lady. Is this why you like keeping my Mom's glasses nice and clean?
"Whoa Babe, one question at a time."
I think of Mom. She is a large woman, not fat but big and her ample boobs have always been a source for my fantasies. Actually, though, it had to be Ruth, she was well busted. I am feeling a bit odd as my past is catching up with me, rather quickly too, I might add. "Yeah I think that is a possibility." I tell Carol sheepishly and hope it is the end of the subject.
"We can talk it over later on, Harry."
I know what that means, pillow talk. Oh yes, the subject of rolled up bras, half-glasses and beaded neck chains would never die in this house.
While Carol and Janice were fixing supper, I was fixing up that old telephone magneto. I had a few more down in the cellar, in an oak box, with the ringers as well. One of the other things I like to do at times is to buy old electrical antiques and I think I can lay my hands on a few of the old Bonnie & Clyde phones known as candlestick with the receiver hanging at the side.
"Supper's ready," Carol hollered out into the attached garage.
Damn, these two ladies can cook a meatloaf to die for, mashed with onion and garlic and string-beans with ham hocks.
"So, Harold" asked Janice."How did you come to collect ladies half-glasses, beaded chains and bra's?"
I am slightly irked, "Nice to know there's no privacy around here," I say to the world at large because it did not bother Carol or Janice that I said anything.
"So that's why my glasses are always nice and clean. Thanks Harry. Does cleaning my glasses ever get you hard?"
"Damn, this supper is delicious."
A few hours later, in the bedroom, Carol says, "I could start wearing glasses for reading. Been wanting to but what's out there is not my style. Too cheap and big. I like what I saw wrapped up in those brass. Would you like to see me with my glasses hanging from a nice beaded neck chain?"
"Yes, I think you could look very hot, a touch sophisticated... maybe like a dominatrix telling me what to do, sexually speaking."
I knew what Carol meant. The glasses at drugstores are funky, three or four different colors to a pair, and they look cheap.
"So Harry, do you get really hard when you clean Mom's glasses?"
"Yeah I do. Guess I'm still thinking about Ruthie."
"Who's Ruthie?"
"A woman who worked at a mill in my department. She showed me the glories of older women and their half-glasses."
"So that's why you have a thing for older women."
"I really like your Mom, Carol, but frankly speaking I thought it rude for her to ask, 'Does cleaning my glasses get you hard?'"
"Mom can be a wee bit crusty at times."
"Like stale bread."
"Oh don't be mad at Mom. She hasn't had sex since who knows when. Maybe there's something more in what she said and I had no problems with it."
"You mean me feeling nice down there when I clean your Mom's glasses?"
"I like it that you get those feelings cleaning Mom's glasses. Have you ever done anything with them?”
"No."
"Well, what do you think of this? I could get them, she's probably sleeping now anyways. I can get you off and have you cum on them, then you might really have some feelings for my Mom."
"That sounds so wild, Carol."
"Harry, could you have a sexual interest in Mom? Be honest now."
"Yeah, I could. She is the kind of woman I would go for."
"Why?"
"I like the way she looks, plenty of ass, hips and tits and she has a nice sunny way about her as well. And I like the way she cooks."
"Typical guy, thinking of his belly," Carol said with a funny grin. "Go get those bras with the glasses. I can't keep reading this print."
I took the two rolled up bra' with the half-glasses and beaded chains in them and gave them to Carol. She was reading a paperback, and the print is like size eight. Carol put on a nice pair of narrow gold ovals with a purple glass beaded chain slung over the back of her neck. She looked so hot.
"Harry, would you like me to get you off and cum on my mom’s glasses. Would that be wild or what?”
I looked at Carol as if she had two heads. I liked the idea; I just never thought Carol would even think of something so wild.
“Sure dear, that would be so nice."
“But not as wild as leaving your cum on them and her finding them like that the next morning when she gets her coffee and starts reading her novel.”
“Damn, that's very wild.”
I remember seeing Mom's glasses on the coffee table and hope she left them there. Carol goes off and returns, triumphantly wearing her mom's gold half-moon style glasses with a pearl beaded chain. She takes them off and dons the glasses she wore before she left the bedroom. Carol wraps the chain of her Mom's glasses around my cock and begins to drag those half-rounds all over my erection.
It felt so nice and, knowing they were her Mom's glasses, I blew my load all over them, three good ropes of the stuff. Mom won't be reading through these in a hurry.
"Carol, you're okay with this bit of messing around but what if your Mom likes what I did to her beloved glasses and wants me to do a thing or two for her."
"Oh, that's okay. Many think it isn't, but that's because it's all done on the sneak. I want you to satisfy my Mom. Tell you what Harry, you get up early and take a bike ride. Get back around noon, okay? I’ll be out. Let's see how Mom handles this sticky situation. Anything she wants, do it for her.”
“Anything?” I asked with my eyebrows up, totally surprised.
“Yes, anything.”
Around six thirty next morning, I'm sixty miles away and as much as I am enjoying the ride I have to wonder how my mother in-law is going to feel when she finds her glasses have been covered in my man sauce. Since I left without eating, I found a waffle house and went in for breakfast. Carol called me.
"Hi, I'm down in south Venice... She knows? What did she say?”
“It was so strange and yet funny," said Carol. "I heard Mom get up and I knew when she’d be in the living room. So she goes in, puts down her coffee and grabs her glasses. From where I was, I could see the goo all over them. She stared at them for a long time minutes."
“And?”
"I left without saying a word. But I left a note saying I’d be back at ten but would have to go out and work from eleven thirty to two thirty. That can give you two a little time to mess around."
“So Carol, she has no idea that you saw her staring at the glasses I came on?”
"Nope, and she did not say a word when I got back at ten either. So be here at noon time and who knows what will happen.”
*
I got back to the house and Janice was looking very hot in a black pleated skirt, two inch patent black heels, a well-filled white blouse with ruffles and a V-neck. She had gold half-moon glasses hanging across her bosom and the light of an end table lamp reflected in them.
I sat on the sofa with a cold can of Coors in my hand and Janice got up from her chair and sat next to me. She smiled, her eyes bright.
"I had the nicest morning ever, Harry. I got up and got my coffee and came in here to read my story and my glasses are so messed up. Was it nice.?"
"Yeah, Janice it really was. Why do you think they are always so clean at times? When they hang across your bosoms and the light of a lamp shines in them, I don't know why but it gets me so hard."
Janice started unbuttoning her blouse, the beauty of her boobs about to be revealed.
"Take off my bra, Harry."
"Janice, I am married to your daughter."
"Harry, she won't mind."
"So, you have no trouble messing with me, knowing your daughter is my wife?"
"Oh, Carol knows I need some tube steak. She won't mind."
"As much as I'd love to, Janice I can't do this."
"Really? How’s Carol gonna feel when she finds you came all over my glasses last night and left pubic hair between my pearls?"
Janice seemed to be suddenly pissed. Since Carol had devised the whole thing, I decided to give in under the pretence of not wanting to hurt Carol. I knew Carol would like that idea but Janice didn't know it.
"Well, in that case Janice, I admit I was wrong. No sense in hurting Carol. What do you want me to do?"
Janice smiled. "Think of something hot and erotic. After what you did to my glasses, I'm sure you can come up with something."
"So you only have one pair?"
"No, I have another pair in my purse."
"Good, get them; I just thought of something."
By now she had her bra off and those two puppies were looking great. They have to be a 44D-cup and her nipples were already large, red, and hard.
Janice had those sweet half-round glasses at the end of her nose with the dainty pearl beaded chain hanging from them. On my knees, I took her gold half-square style glasses with the purple chain of glass beads and dragged them across a nipple as I licked her other bud.
Janice moaned. "Oh Harry, damn this is nice. I often wondered why you didn't just tell me what my glasses do for you. Do they make me look serious?"
"Yeah Janice I love that serious look. Also I see you're not wearing kitty pumps; what a higher heel does for those legs is nice.”
"I love that you pay attention to what I wear. Could my heels do something for you?"
I was so horny, I took her gold half-square style and wrapped the beaded chain around my cock and started to beat off as I gazed at Janice's killer tits . Before I knew it, I'd blown three ropes of man sauce all over her glasses.
"Oh Harry, I want to lick your cum off them." And she did.
"So you like my patent black heels too?"
"Yeah, that sexy glossy black leather does something. Makes you look sort of bossy."
"Would you like to be dominated?"
"I could like that."
"Well, if I were your dominatrix, you'd have to do as I say, you do know that? Right?"
"I think the word dominated says it all really."
"I am glad you love Carol enough to be dommed."
"What are you saying, Janice?"
"What I am saying is, if you don't want Carol to know you came all over my glasses, you'll have to be my sex slave."
That was straight forward enough, I thought. The whole thing was funny and wild, She thought Carol knew nothing but planned to tell Carol during the so-called time for pillow talk. We'd see where she wanted this to go.
*
Supper was good but there was a weird feeling at the table. Carol knew her Mom found out something but Janice wasn’t saying anything. Everyone knew something ,but no one was saying anything.
Later, in bed, Carol asked,""What in hell's goin' on here?"
“Your sweet lovely Mom is blackmailing me.”
“What?”
“Uh huh. I came back at noon time, sat down with a cold beer in my hand. Janice got up and sat next to me on the sofa, told me what a nice morning she'd and asked if I enjoyed it, to which I said 'Yeah, you in glasses gets me so horny,' or words to that effect. Then she sort of got mad but it's like this whole thing is a ruse. We talked about domination and it came down to me being her sex slave if I did not want you to find out I came on her glasses.”
“Then?”
"She starts undoing her blouse and wants me to take off her bra."
"No," said Carol in a voice that didn't know if she could believe this.
"I told her I'm married to your daughter and she said 'Carol won't mind.' I asked her, 'Janice do you really wanna do this, possibly cause hard feelings with your daughter? She laughed and said 'Oh don't worry, she likes it hard'."
"Well, Mom is something else, the little minx." said Carol.
"Then I said, as much as I loved the looks of her body, I couldn't do this to you. And she hits me up with, 'How's Carol gonna feel when she finds out you came all over my glasses with your short an curlies in my neck chain?'"
"Go on and do whatever she wants you to do," said Carol. "I don't mind and you are always nice to her anyway, which makes me feel nice. Go ahead and fill her up. Someday I'll tell her I knew all about it and that it was staged, me getting her glasses and getting you off on them, then leaving them with cum all over them just to hear what she would say or see how she would handle the situation. You can decide. If you don't want to do what she tells you anymore, then she might tell me what was going on all the time and I'll just say, 'Oh Mom, I knew that. He got so horny seeing you in your glasses, I thought it would be funny if he came on them, just to see what you would do'."
"I do have to say your Mom's bra's do something for me as well."
A large grin creased Carol's face. "You want to cum Mum's bra?"
"Yep."
"Oh Harry, that would be something, her putting on her bra and feeling your man sauce all over her nipple., See what she says about that. Huh, trying to blackmail you."
“Carol, I could blast everything she has, see what she makes of it.”
"Yes you could. Go for it, let's see how much Mom loves sex."
"And you really don't mind?"
“No, not at all. I am kind of miffed she would blackmail you but wait till she finds out this whole thing was just a ruse, so she could enjoy a bit of sex, that I knew what was happening all the time.”
“Oh Carol, this is gonna be so good.”
“You know what will blow her mind, Harry?”
“Tell me.”
“Next time, take her sexy black high-heel, walk over to her and blow a load all over it, inside and out.Then say, ‘How do you like this Janice?'”
“Oh yeah Carol, I am sure her eyes’ll be as big as dinner plates.”
“It will send her over the top, she will have to say something to me about your beating off on her things. She will probably tell me what you did to her reading glasses. I’ll just say, 'Oh I think he is in love with you too. He has been getting off on your things for a while. I knew about it and liked it. The idea of him coming your glasses, that was my idea and I knew you might want to do things and I guess the blackmail idea had its perverted cuteness to it."
"I'm feeling rather horny now, Carol. Go get her bra and heels."
She came back with her Mom's bra and black patent kitty pumps and Carol wore a nice pair of small gold ovals with the beaded chain as she jerked me off into her Mom's bra. I blew a few good ropes smack into the left cup. Yep, her Mom would have her son in-law's cum covering her left nipple, the one closest to her heart.
"Oh Harry, what's Mom gonna say when she puts this on?"
"About the same as she finds the toe end of her heel covered in cum. I can't wait!"
"I can get you off with her heel in the morning. Oh yes, she will find a lot of things are about to be considered your sexual playground."
"Your Mom's got six weeks of having her things jismed with my fetish."
"You know Harry, this bra might go missing before Mom leaves in seven weeks. What do you think of that?"
"So, you think it is nice to use your mom's bra as a fetish item"?
"Sure why not, since she wants to blackmail you. What would have happened if I did not get you off all over Mom's glasses, that you got so aroused, you took things in hand, so to speak. Not that I would mind, knowing about your little fetish of keeping my Mom's half-glasses spotless. But she is really overstepping when she wants you to do things, thinking I don't know and threatening to tell if you don't do what she wants."
Then Carol smiled. “Harry, we can have a great time with Mom. She get her son in-law's big cock up her and she will end up leaving here and be very happy to visit again.”
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