Chapter 1

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 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 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 rear view 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 woolen 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 tittle. 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 object, 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 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 open onto its first scene and I recognized it instantly. I knew, while there would be few minutes before any action started.

The movie started with a beautiful Italian brunette entering into 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 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’ve 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 kind 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 center 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 delicious thigh.