Get to bed. I'll take care of it then....

Evelyn couldn't risk getting any closer. She knew she had to... Take matters into her own hands.
She softly closed the door to her room, turned on the lamp by the bed, and stood in front of the vanity, admiring herself in the mirror. She slid the robe off her shoulders and exposed her breasts. Her nipples were dark, and quite erect from her view in the hall. Then she massaged her breasts in her hands. Her nipples received a firm pinch. She had a slight dark side that she was never truly able to explore. The twinge of pain in her nipples made her entire chest tingle. She then turned to admire her back and rear-end.

She slid the robe further down her back, over her round ass. It had aged well. It wasn't a saggy old lady's bottom... It was a "healthy rump", as her husband would say. That was his way of saying "Your ass is big, but at least it doesn't sag". She didn't care. She liked her ass. She appreciated it in ways her husband never could. He was a classic Missionary kind of guy. No fluff. No messing around. In and out and done. Evelyn knew there was more... she just couldn't get it from him..... She ran her fingertips around her hip, under her cheek, and up the crease in the middle. She pressed in slightly, to feel the pucker of her sphincter. She moaned as her finger tips ran across it. "God I want that... I want some one who can do that to me... I wish I could have Paul touch me there." The words slipped out before she could stop them. She realized she was more than a bit drunk. She had to be quieter.

She yanked the robe from around her waist and threw it across the room. Her thick patch of hair was now fully visible. She stroked the short curly hairs back and forth. Tugging at them softly. She crawled up on the bed, right over the comforter, and laid out spread-eagle. She immediately drove two fingers deep into herself. She had enough and had to get off. She pressed into her G-spot, while pressing her clit with her thumb. She didn't realize how loud she was moaning untill she though she heard the door....

"Evelyn? Did you hear....." The door swung open, and Paul saw his mother-in-law, naked on the bed with her hands all over her self. He just noticed he couldn't see 2 of her fingers. They were not on the outside. "....something?"

Evelyn looked for her robe, and realized throwing it wasn't such a good idea. Her blankets were under her, and it was already too late. It was no use trying to hide it. Paul started to look away and back out of the room.

"Oh don't worry about it Paul. We all adults here. You are family after all. Come here. What were you asking?" She couldn't believe she could sound so non-chalant about it. Her heart was pounding. She was drunk and caught finger fucking her self, and it sounded like it was no big deal.

"I just thought I heard.... well I guess it was... I mean..." Paul was embarrassed. He still couldn't look at her. He was staring at the foot of the bed.

"Paul, really. So I'm naked. Stop babbling like a child. sit down here and talk." Paul sat at the edge of the bed, but still couldn't look at her. "Paul. Look at my face please." His gaze drifted up her legs, between her thighs, up her belly, over her breasts, and their erect nipples, and finally to her face. "See! That wasn't so hard."

"I just thought I heard something. I guess it was you.?

"Oh. Sorry sweetie..." She caressed the side of his head like a mother consoling a child. "I didn't mean to wake you. I was just feeling a little.... You know."

"I guess so."

"Besides... It's your fault!" As soon as she said it she wished she hadden't.

"What?"

"I kinda saw you getting out of the shower and it made me... Well. here I am. Naked."

She hadden't felt quite so naked till then......