Joana, My Mother-In-Law

I stretched out of the sofa, glass of wine in hand with one of the local station playing in the background. My wife was away for few days on a business, and I was taking the opportunity for completely relaxing alone, where all my worries and cares -- not that I could think of any at that particular moment in time. As I was enjoying the moment, I heard and saw the rain beating hard against the lounge window.

As I was about to refill the glass, I heard the sound of the doorbell that caused me to curse. I waited for a few moments, trying to decide whether to or ignore whoever had chosen to disturb my peace at that time of the night. In truth, I'd already much decided, given the conditions outside; I'd to answer when the chimes sounded for a second time.

Placing my drink on the other side of the table, I made my way towards the door. Although I could see the outline shape of my evening visitor, I was in no way to determine who it was, or for the matter, if it was a male or female. Turning the latch, I swung open the door to find Joana, my mother-in-law standing inside the small porch, looking very much the worse of the rain.

"Hello Jonny, I wasn't sure if anyone was in," she said.

Though not expected, I wasn't entirely surprised to see it was Joana. She'd always been particularly close to her daughter after having lost her husband just over a year ago.

"Come in," I prompted, standing to one side as she stepped into the hall.

"Faith's not here. She's away for a few days on a business. I thought she'd told you." I said as I pushed the door closed against the wind and rain.

"No, she didn't. Now I come to think of it; I do seem to recall her saying something about having to spend two or three days at some stage this month."

"Is it anything important?" I asked.

"No, not at all. In fact, I just popped over for a bit of company, but if you're busy I'll leave you to it," she said, her body making the gesture that she was ready to depart as quickly as she'd arrived.

"Don't be silly! There's no need for that. I'm doing nothing special. In fact, I'd just settled down for a relaxing evening. Here, let me take your coat for you."

Joana turned, thereby offering the view of her back. As she unbuttoned the front of her coat, I reached up and slipped it off her shoulders. I found myself immediately starting to stir down below the coat now removed, revealed the dress she was wearing.

"Go on through," I said, turning to hang the coat up the hall. As I did, I couldn't help but notice her rearview as she made her way down the hall towards the lounge.

Exquisite! I thought to myself, watching those shapely buns of hers jiggle from side to side beneath their soft woollen restraint.

Joana disappeared into the lounge, and I found myself wondering what her reaction might be if she knew the thoughts she'd just stirred or indeed if she knew just how much I fancied her.

I followed her through to the lounge and beckoned for her to make herself comfortable while he poured her a glass of wine. I wasn't able to resist watching her from out of the corner of my eye as she sat herself down on the sofa. I crossed the room, drink in hand. I offered her the glass, retreating to the armchair as she took it from me.

For the first few minutes, we chatted about Faith, particularly about her job and increasing need for her to spend time away. Throughout the chat, I found myself in a losing struggle in trying to avert my eyes from my mother-in-law gorgeous body. Twice, I'd adjusted my position for the fear that Joana would notice my stirring below.

We continued chatting about nothing in particular, where I allowed myself to become steadily intoxicated by her sensuous body.

Undoubtedly, I was amused, mother-in-law or not; she was one very attractive woman. I afforded myself a smile as I wondered how many of other men could say they had such a fanciable mother-in-law, especially, the way she looked that night.

My eyes drifted up to her ample breasts, each of which was held firm beneath the deep vie of her top, their size enough to cause the soft wool to stretch tantalizingly apart, ensuring just the correct amount of cleavage on display. They seemed to rise and fall with each breath she took, like a gentle swell.

My eyes lowered to trace the outline of her curves, her trim waist, her curvaceous hips, on down to her legs, slender yet firm and nicely shaped all the way down to her seductively slim ankles. MMmmmm! I fantasized how good it would be to wrap them around my body.

Almost subconsciously I heard her voice once more, and while it snapped me out of my trance, I realized I hadn't heard all of what she'd been saying.

"I'm sorry," I said. "I must have been daydreaming. What was it you said?"

"Oh, dear Jonny. Is it really that boring listening to your Mother-in-law?"

"No! Of course not. Far from it," he replied. "I just didn't catch what you'd said, was all."

"I was just asking if you'll be picking Faith up from the airport on her return."

"No. She'll get uber back. Besides, her firm's paying for it."

"And she will be back on Friday?"

"Yes. Sometime during the evening," I replied, still finding it difficult to prize my eyes away from her body.

"So poor little old you will have that big bed all to yourself for the next few nights? You'll feel lost," she said, and as she did so, she ran a hand, it seemed, purposely down her thigh, uncrossing and crossing her legs in one fluid motion.

While the comment and her subsequent action appeared, on the surface at least, entirely innocent, there was nevertheless something of an undertone about her words and action which caused me a further stirring below.

Yes. I suppose I will," I replied.

I continued to watch her as she seemed to take an exceptional length of time to smooth down the dress just above her knee. It was almost as if she was trying to draw my attention to her legs, for me to see just how shapely they were.

It didn't help the stirring down below as I began to imagine it was my hands smoothing down the material on those sumptuous thighs, my fingertips delighting in the soft caress of wool against naked skin and for the third time in as many minutes, I found myself having to adjust my position.

"What about watching a movie?"

"Yes. Fine," I replied.

Having replenished her glass, I crossed over to the TV. Switching it on, I opened the video cabinet and ran my eye along the list of the titles on show. Most of them had no title. I smiled to myself as an idea formed to my mind. I knew that several of them were movies, and I wondered what Joana's reaction might be if I put one of something inappropriate by mistake.

"What will she say?" I thought to myself. And if she strongly objects, all I needed to do was apologize, explain that it was a genuine mistake and leave at that.

Aware that Joana was probably looking at me right at that moment, I smiled to myself and decided to go for it, hoping against hope that she wouldn't be too offended and better still, that it might lead to other things.

Reaching into the cabinet, I selected one of the unmarked tapes and slipped into the machine before returning to the comfort of the armchair. I didn't need telling what I was doing was risky, but I also knew that Joana was open-minded about such things.

"What is it?" Joana asked before the movie started to roll.

"I've no idea," I answered with some truth. "I think it's one of the latest movies.

As Joana took a sip of her wine, the film opened onto its first scene, and I recognized it instantly. I knew, while there would be a few minutes before any action started.

The movie started with a beautiful Italian brunette entering into an apartment with her husband.

"What is it? A romance movie?"

"Oh, Christ!" I exclaimed with what I hoped wasn't too false a horror. "I've made a mistake here, you don't want to be watching this," I said.

"Why? What's wrong?" she asked.

"No, it doesn't matter," I said, rising from the armchair. "I'll put something else on."

"No, is alright," she replied. "If you want to watch it, I don't mind. Besides, if it's any good, I won't have to worry about what's being said.

"It is not that," I answered, knowing he was about to come to the crunch line.

"This one...well, let's say it's a little bit naughty. Ain't sure you'd approve."

I still wasn't fully out of my armchair, and I watched her reaction as what I'd been saying dawn on her.

"Oh I see," she said as the young brunette started to remove her husband's trousers.

For a moment, I stood there, one eye on the screen, one watching Joana's reaction.

"Well, don't worry on my account," she said, settling back into the sofa. "It's been a long time since I've seen one of these, but then, once you have seen one, you have seen them all. Isn't that what they say?"

"So I've heard! I answered as I slumped back into my armchair to afford myself a smile believing it had gone even smoother than I could have hoped for.

"Are you sure about this?" I asked a gesture I hoped would further add to my innocence.

"Yes, don't worry," she answered.

For the next few minutes both our attention returned to the screen where the brunette's husband, having been stripped down to his underpants, now started to tease his young wife by caressing her ample boobs over her summery top. I watched intently as I imagined it was not the brunette but Joana on screen, and instead of the husband, it was I who was doing the caressing. Oh what it would be like to run my hands back and forth across her shapely tits, I could only wonder.

As we continued watching the video, the storyline panned out, so the action on the screen unfolded and heated up. In turn, I grew more and more turned on. At each turn of events on screen, I found myself visualizing my Mother-in-law in the role of the actress with myself as her partner. I saw myself fucking her from the rear, from the front, fucking her anally and orally. In fact, I saw myself fucking her in every position that occurred on screen. By the time the video came to an end I'd adjusted position so many times I was in danger of wearing out the armchair. What's more, I felt sure Joana was aware of the difficulty I was having.

"Hmmmm. So what did you think of it then Jonny?"

The question came totally out of the blue and took me completely by surprise.

"Er! Well, to be honest, I feel a little embarrassed, sitting here watching a blue movie with you. I don't quite know what to say."

"Oh, don't be so silly. There's no need. I've told you I'd seen it all before, and I'm sure you and Faith have seen enough of them."

"Maybe so," I replied. "But this isn't quite the same as me and Faith is it?"

"No, I suppose not." She replied, giving this some thought for a few moments before adding, "So ok, how would you and Faith react?"

For the first time, I felt myself flushing a little. "Well, Faith quite enjoys these kinds of films. She gets quite excited."

"And you don't, I suppose?"

Well, yes, they have that effect on me as well."

"Why is that do you think? Is it because you're watching it as an outsider, or is it that the sex has a certain roughness about it?"

I was more than a little surprised at how forthright my Mother-in-law was being.

"I don't really know. It's a bit of both, I suppose," I answered.

"Would you like another drink?" I asked, attempting to change the subject.

"Yes, I'd love one," she replied.

I rose, collected our glasses from the coffee table, and went over to the cabinet where I replenished our drinks. I returned to the centre of the room and offered her glass. She took it, and I made to sit back into my armchair.

"Why don't you come and sit over here with me?" she asked.

The question took me by surprise, and for a moment, I didn't know how to answer.

"Er. I don't know," I stammered.

"Is it that you think I'm going to seduce you? Is that it?" she laughed.

"No, no of course not, it's just..."

"So come on then," she interrupted, patting the settee at her side as she did so.

I offered a sheepish smile and crossed the room. I put my glass on the table before sitting down next to her.

"There that wasn't so bad, was it?" she teased.

"No, of course not," I replied, feeling somewhat flustered, embarrassed.

For some minutes, we sat there in a silent. I sensed that I needed to say something to break the tension, but Joana was the first to speak.

"So you wouldn't want me to seduce you then?" she asked.

I was astounded. "I didn't say that either," I stuttered.

"Oh, so does that mean you would?" she asked, stretching out a leg. My eyes were immediately drawn to the nylon clad leg, and while I was acutely aware that this had almost certainly been her intention, I was nevertheless unable to resist. I allowed my eyes to be drawn from her calves up to her shapely thigh.

"I didn't say that either," I replied, sensing that each time I answered I was digging myself further and further into the trap, she appeared to be laying.

"So what are you saying?" she asked as this time she deliberately and sensuously crossed her legs to reveal further amounts of the delicious thigh.

"I'm embarrassed," I answered, believing my honesty might bring matters to an end. "We really shouldn't even be thinking about this."

She laughed out loud. "Am I being naughty then?" she jested.

"A little, yes."

"Ooooh. And what would you do to punish me then?" she cooed. With that, Joana rose from the sofa and turned so that she was standing directly in front of me. Slowly, yet very deliberately, she hitched up her dress a little and lifted her leg so that her foot rested on the sofa. Once again, I could do little but let my eyes savor her delicious calf and thigh, which now rested in easy reach of my touch.

"Do you like my legs, Jonny?" she asked.

"They're lovely," I responded.

"Hmmm! Would you like to touch them? To run your hands up to them?"

I ought to resist, but the sight and nearness were proving too tempting. I reached out and slipped a hand on her knee. Sensing the soft feel of the nylon beneath my palm, I started to slide my hand along her thigh.

"Mmmm! That feels good, Jonny," she almost purred.

I was stirring below once more and realized that events were starting to overtake. Now, unable to resist, I allowed my hand to slip beneath the tight fit of the dresses hem where my fingers quickly identified that she was indeed wearing stockings.

"Stockings," I almost gasped. "You're wearing stockings."

She recognized my excitement instantly. "Hold-ups," she replied. "Only the best for you."

The feel of the nylon stockings sent my excitement off the scale, enough to push me over the edge and I knew I was now so far gone, I would no longer be able to control myself.

I reached out and slowly began edging the hem of her dress upward. Within seconds her stocking tops came into full view. I issued a quiet groan before pushing my hands a few inches higher where I immediately saw she wore nothing beneath her dress. Her pink and completely hairless pussy came into view. Another quiet groan emitted from my lips.

"Oh, Shit! Shaven too!" I uttered, and reaching around her, I grabbed both buttocks and pulled her towards me. My fingers dug firmly into her rump as I leant forward, burying my head between her thighs. My tongue flicked to and fro over her swollen clit.

Joana immediately reached down and, gripping the back of my head, started to grind herself against my face.

"Oh yes, yes!" she grunted. "Deeper, harder!" she urged.

I drew in her scent, tasted the lips of her pussy. If asked, I would never have been able to recall the number of times I'd fantasized over this woman. Now here she was, legs open, her hands on my head urging me on to see to her shaven pussy.

I pushed firmly against her, my tongue probing, licking and snaking in and out of her sex. My hands started to slide from her rump, down her legs then back up to her rump, delighting in the difference in textures of soft wool, then flesh, then nylon.

"Ohhh Yes! That's it, Jonny, eat my pussy, suck my lips. Show me how good you really are."

I pushed harder, probed deeper, and in turn, her grinding started to gather pace.

"Ooooh, I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming," she cried, her breath coming in short, sharp, ragged bursts.

I forced my tongue further and deeper into her cunt until all at once she cried out in ecstasy, her body physically shuddered against my face. I could feel her juices spilling out onto my lips and tongue.

I pulled away, hot and flushed as Joana sank down to her knees.

"That was lovely Jonny," she cooed. "You've no regrets, have you?"

I smiled at her and pushed a hand onto her breasts.

"None at all. In fact, I'm only sorry we haven't done this before."

She grinned. "Good! Because now I'm looking forward to seeing what else you can do for me."

"Hmmm! What did you have in mind?" It was my turn to tease now.

She slid her hand onto my crotch, where she felt the swollen outline of my cock.

"This for one!" she replied. "I want to know how good it is."

"Oh, it's good, alright. At least... your daughter never complains."

"But I'm not Faith though, am I?" she remarked. "Besides, my expectations are considerably higher than hers." She paused and reaching forward, started to undo my trousers. She slipped them down off my hips then eased her hand inside my briefs to take hold of the erection, and that was being held in check. I groaned quietly as her thumb began roaming back and forth over my helmet. She looked up into my eyes.

"How many times have you wondered about fucking me Jonny?"

I raised my eyebrows as once again, my Mother-in-laws forthright manner took me by surprise. My lips formed a smile.

"I've lost count," I answered.

"Well, I've wanted you for a long time, Jonny. I think of how greedy my daughter has been keeping you all to herself."

"I'm married to her Joana. Isn't that the way it should be?"

Again Joana's grin broadened to a full smile. "Hmmm! Yes! But there's something you should know about your wife's mother, Jonny."

"Oh! And what's that?" I asked, intrigued.

"When she wants something bad enough, she invariably gets what she wants!"

Joana's fingers squeezed more firmly around my shaft. "And what I want right now is to be fucked!"

"You sure as hell don't mince your words, do you, Joana?"

She laughed. "Life's too short Jonny. Why waste time talking when we could be fucking?"

I groaned as I tried to figure out how things had moved along so fast. Not that I minded in the least. As far as I was concerned, this was my biggest fantasy about to come home.

Joana began drawing her hand slowly up and down my rigid shaft, stroking her thumb over my knob each time her hand reached my ridge.

"Now! I have to tell you, Jonny. I like to be fucked slow but hard. No messing, that when we've finished, I will know I've been well and truly fucked."

"You like to talk dirty too, don't you?" I asked, my cock now fully hard.

"That's because I don't want to make love to you Jonny. I want to fuck you!

It's responding to the basic 'animal' that's in us all Jonny. Stags Rut!" Joana almost hissed. "Animals copulate in order to reproduce. Well, my reproduction days are long gone, but my rutting days are very much alive!"

Joana leaned back on her haunches giving my cock yet another firm squeeze.

"So what do you say, Jonny? Do you fancy rutting with this horny little doe?"

For a moment I didn't know how to reply. It was bad enough just the sight of her was arousing me so much, but the way she spoke about sex turned me on like never before. Her squeezing me cock once more snapped me from my thoughts.

"Oh God! I'll rut with this little doe anytime she wants!"