Was I given my wife's approval to fuck my mother-in-law? These last few days were so unbelievable - so bizarre. When I arrived, I saw Betty's suitcase...by the door. I found Ben in his usual chair watching TV. He was in the middle of one of those crime shows that he liked so well, so I just said a quick hello / goodbye.I found Betty in the kitchen. She was prepping some food so all he had to do was through a container in the microwave. When I entered the room, she looked up and gave me a dirty. " Are you from around here? I've never seen you before." Yes I am but I don't come here very often. Are you from here?" No actually I'm from Sacramento." That's a long way to come, what made you decide to spend Halloween here?" Well actually I've come up here the last two years on Halloween hoping to meet a girl like you. A friend I know here told me that there are always transvestites here on Halloween. This is my third year coming here, the first two times I didn't meet anybody." Well it. Well help?Shit that sounded stupid, but as those words left my mouth I quickly pulled up my boxers and dropped her now cum covered purple panties. As I quickly got dressed I noticed that her face lightened up a bit. Maybe she understood? Maybe she was going to forgive me? I was hoping for anything other then her calling my girlfriend and telling her I was some crazy disgusting pervert!I waited in fear, until she spoke… "Well, Jason I guess it “HAS” been two weeks since you got laid. I’ve. I take the comb with me back over to the air vent and loosen the knots in my hair as it dries. The comb feels smooth and strong, and while I run it through my fine waist length hair, I find myself wondering what it is made out of. I’ve felt this texture before, I’m sure of it. Shrugging, I focus on combing out all the knots; I have to seem as if I still want to look good for my captor. When my hair is dry, I head back to the dresser, expecting to find a mirror behind it. Like the one in my room.