I was still trembling with pleasure as he pulled his cock out from behind me and left the room to see what the noise was. I felt a stream of cum leave my soaking pussy and as I was holding onto the sink, I was powerless to stop it from dripping onto the floor tiles between my feet. I looked down to see a white splodge. Fresh cum, belonging to my son in law. I looked into the mirror. I saw a naked, exhausted looking middle-aged woman looking back at me with a subtle but satisfied smile. The cat that literally got the cream. My son-in-law quickly re-entered the bathroom as I tried to clean myself up. He took me in his arms and kissed me passionately. Unlike me, he was half dressed by now but I could still feel a stirring in his shorts. I’d almost forgotten how insistent young cock can be. ‘come to bed’ he said as he led me by the hand to my room. Soon we were fucking again. Less frenetic this time but just as pleasurable. I fell asleep after that and didn’t wake until much later in the evening, by which time my daughter was back and I had to build up the courage to face her. But how did we get here? You might recall from part 1 (Oct1st) that I’d been widowed and because of COVID I could no longer see my long time married lover. After the 1st lockdown the UK allowed ‘support bubbles’. Mine was with my daughter and her family. This allowed me to stay with them and look after the grandkids while my daughter and her hubby worked. In return I’d have their company together with time away from my lonely house. By September I’d seen no one else. Over time, I noticed that my son in law had become less and less careful about his own privacy when showering etc. he had also become a bit more touchy/feely with me. I liked that and one day I rather boldly left the bathroom door open while I took a shower, knowing my daughter had gone to work. As I stepped out of the shower my son in law passed me a towel. He’d been watching me. I had hoped he would be. The rest was a bit of a blur. He took me in his arms, kissed me and my towel dropped to the floor. He turned me around, pulled down his shorts and fucked me from behind. That’s where you came into the story. And this was the start of me having sex regularly with a guy 20 years younger than me. But not without risk! Perhaps more on that next time?