A horny Mother-in-law

Rick was stretched out on the sofa, glass of wine in hand with one of the
local radio stations playing in the background. His wife Anna was away for a
few days on business and he was taking this opportunity for a completely
relaxing evening alone, where all his cares and worries – not that he could
think of any at that particular moment in time – could take a back seat. As he went to refill his glass he both heard and saw the rain beating down hard against the lounge window. On the opposite side of the room the open log fire was blazing merrily away in the hearth. Though winter had been milder than usual this year today had turned cold. With the cold had come rain. Tonight was particular filthy and Rick was just pleased he had no need to go out.

He’d just refilled his glass and had just set another log in the hearth when the sound of the doorbell caused him to curse.
He took a sip from his glass and waited for a few moments, in two minds
whether or not to ignore whoever had chosen to disturb him at this time of
night. In truth, he’d already pretty much decided, given the conditions outside, he’d have to answer, when the chimes sounded for a second time.

Placing his drink on the side table he made his way towards the front door where he switched on the outside light. Though he could see the outlined shape of his evening visitor, he was in no way able to determine who it was, or for that matter, if they were male or female. Turning the latch he swung open the door to find Cathy, his mother in law standing inside the small porch, looking very much the worse for the rain.

“Hello Rick, I wasn’t sure if anyone was in,” she said.

Although not expected, Rick wasn’t entirely surprised to see it was Cathy who had called. She’d always been particularly close to her daughter and would often call in for a chat, moreso of late, having lost her husband just over a year ago

“Come in,” he prompted, standing to one side as she stepped into the
hall. “Anna’s not here, she’s had to go up North on business. I thought she
would have told you.” He said as he pushed the door closed against the wind and rain.

Cathy turned to face him.

“No she didn’t, though now I come to think of it I do seem to recall her saying something about having to spend one or two days away at some stage this month.”

“Is it anything important?” he 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.”

Cathy turned, thereby offering him the view of her back. As she unbuttoned the front of her coat, so he reached up and slipped it off her shoulders . He found himself immediately beginning to stir down below for the coat now removed, revealed the outfit that she was wearing. A light blue, close knit, lambswool and lycra dress, the neck of which formed a tantalising vee between her breasts.
In reality the outfit was more than just pleasing to the eye. He had seen her wear this on several occasions and if he cared to admit it – and he saw no reason not to, it was a particular favourite of his – especially given that at fifty-five, she still possessed a superb thirty-six, twenty-five, thirty-five inch figure. One that she appeared to have very little difficulty keeping in good shape.

“Go on through,” he said, turning to hang the coat up in the hall. As he did, he couldn’t help but notice her rear view as she made her way down the hall towards the lounge.

‘Exquisite!’ he thought to himself, watching those shapely buns of hers jiggle from side to side beneath their soft woollen restraint.

Cathy disappeared into the lounge and he found himself wondering what
her reaction might be if she knew the thoughts she’d just stirred or indeed if she knew just how much he fancied her. Then again, he thought, with more than a small measure of hope, the way her motor was running as she’d headed for the lounge, maybe she was more aware of his feelings than he himself realised.

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

For the first few minutes they chatted about Anna, in particular her
job and of the increasing need for her to spend time away nowadays, and
throughout he found himself in a loosing struggle in trying to avert his eyes
from his Mother-in-laws delicious body. Twice he had to adjust his position for fear that Cathy would notice his stirring below.

They continued chatting about nothing in particular where he allowed himself to become steadily intoxicated by her sensuous body.

There was no doubt about it he mused to himself, Mother-in-law or not, she was
one very attractive woman. He afforded himself a smile as he wondered how
many other men could honestly say they had such a fanciable Mother-in-law,
especially the way that she looked tonight, dressed as she was in her figure
hugging dress, made all the better that she definitely had the figure which did justice to such an outfit and as he sat there taking furtive glances, he thought to himself how she couldn’t have looked any better if she’d have been poured into it.
He found it difficult to believe that, so far as he knew, she didn’t have some
attentive male to wine and dine her.

His eyes drifted up to her ample breasts, each of which was held firm beneath the deep vee 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.

His 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. ‘Mmmm! Just how many times had he fantasised at how good it would be to have them wrapped around his body’.

He noted too that she was wearing nylons and considered momentarily whether or not they were tights or stockings. Knowing Cathy, he suspected they’d surely be stockings. In his opinion she was too demure for tights, but that was just his opinion.

Almost subconsciously he heard her voice once more and while it snapped him out of his trance, he realised he hadn’t heard all of what she’d been saying.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “I must have been daydreaming. What was it you
said?”

“Oh dear Rick. Is it really that boring listening to your Mother-in-law?”

“No no! Of course not. Far from it,” he replied. “I just didn’t catch what you’d said, was all.”

She looked him up and down as if trying to determine if what he’d said were true.

“I was just asking if you’ll be picking Anna up from the airport on her return.”

He took a sip of his drink. “No. She’ll get a taxi back. Besides, her firm’s paying for it.”

“And she’s back Thursday you say?”

“Yes. Sometime during the evening,” he replied, still finding it difficult to prize his 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.