After another short while father said, “Finished, the job is finished.” Otto let his hand rest on the spinning flywheel to slow it to a stop. As... his father sealed the can of ink, Otto cleaned the ink pad and roller. “Clean that up good and turn out the lamps. Your mother will have dinner for us so wash up,” his father said before locking the front door and leaving the shop through the back door.Later at the table as Otto and his father ate, Lisbeth again came up behind Otto and stroked his. "He nearly lowered his eyes again under a surge of shame. It wasn't solong ago that he would have been wearing men's boxers under a decentpair of men's trousers. He managed to gaze with suitable filial devotioninto his mother-in-law's eyes."M-Mistress has dressed me in your cream satin cami-knicker, Mother-in-law. Thank you." I see. You like being dressed in them don't you, pet?"The poor man had to tell the truth."Yes, Mother-in-law."There was a silence, during which the 68-year-old widow. The bathroom door opened and his mother came out; there was a white towel across her svelte hips, and her heavy breasts bobbed enticingly, her long, lovely legs flashed sleek and smooth as she walked to the dressing table and sat down before the mirror. When she raised her arms to brush her flowing black hair, her tits stood out with long, dark nipples."You're very beautiful," he said, coming over to stand behind her. Seeing both their reflections in the mirror, he felt funny, since they were. Her shorts and panties were crushed down against the top of her thighs as her fingers rubbed between her soft ridges and folds. She looked down past her hitching belly, between her legs, and watched as she swirled and teased her fingertips around the hood of her clit, her slit all damp and slick. She gasped and sniffed sharp breaths, holding her lips in tight. Her toes curled, her tummy clenched, everything tensed within her. By the time the sounds of immense relief and satisfaction erupted in.