God Yes! Gum It!

God Yes, Gum It!
Part 1

My wife, the gambling addict, had left for the casino an hour before. I knew full well, she wouldn’t be back until 2 or 3 am. Most of the time, I welcomed her being gone, rather than listening to her whine because, she wasn’t playing the slots, or listening to the reasons she played up her money, on this machine or that one.
Her brother was out of town, a fairly regular occurrence, since his hot ass wife finally got fed up with his shit, and left him. He’d found a slut at the local American Legion, and stayed with her, when her husband was on the road. With any luck, maybe he’d come home early some day, catch them fucking, and kill them both. As you can tell, I don’t think much of my brother-in-law.

As it happened, my wife’s brother lived with, or rather ‘sponged off of’, my mother-in-law, who is 85 years old, but still quite lively. She’s not able to stay by herself, though, so here I sit, writing about what happened last night, while I was babysitting the old bird.

After her nap, I fixed the old lady a grilled cheese sandwich. I’m going to just call her ‘J’, it’s much easier than spelling out Josephinia each time.
J pulled her teeth out, to eat, folded them up in a napkin, smiled at me and said, “I just have to gum everything these days.” My 58 year-old cock got hard as I watched her eat that damn sandwich. All the smacking, licking, and slurping made me start thinking about slipping my dick into J’s face.

I recalled, forty years ago, when I was dating my wife, her mom was still pretty good looking. She had divorced my father-in-law when my wife was only six, so she had been thru many men since that time. She never had much of a real job, and everyone knew her major income was…selling pussy.
Some of her ‘clients’ were county commissioners, chinchilla ranchers, two attorneys, and a Methodist preacher.

As I thought about all the dicks that had been in that woman, the one smacking her lips on the grilled cheese sandwich, I wondered what it would feel like… her gums on my dick, lips sucking the cum out.
“Just how long have you had to ’gum’ everything?” I asked, curious to hear the answer.

She took a long, slow, lick across her old, wrinkled lips, looked at me, straight in the eyes, and said, “I’ve been gummin’ it since I was twenty-six. One of my ‘friends’ was a dentist, and he fixed me up with false teeth, when my others went bad. Most of my friends didn’t know it for many years.”

When I got up from the table, she looked directly at the lump in my ‘AC/DC’ flannel lounge pants. “Hey,” she said, “There was a time when I could take care of one of those, in just a few minutes.”

Her old, pale eyes rolled toward the ceiling, as if remembering something in her past.