Wanting her

It’s been a while since I have posted a story, though that hasn’t meant my thoughts of late have been any less ‘interesting’.

Like everyone out there, there are a variety of reasons which bring about sexual thoughts with each of us differing in this respect. For me, some of these reasons are more constant than others. One such is the fact I will often enjoy thoughts about my son in law. Younger than myself by a good few years, he’s been a particularly good catch for my daughter, whilst for me, he’s been a particularly good catch for my thoughts and imagination. Though it has never gone any further than that, it does me no harm to imagine that it could.

I hope you enjoy my story, my thoughts and once again, I will always enjoy receiving constructive criticism.



“Oh Andy. I wasn’t expecting you this early. Mike has only just taken Scott into town. It’s likely to be a good hour before he gets back.”

Scott was Andy’s young son and with his recent marriage breakup with their daughter, they now shared responsibility for him, with Andy having him weekends.

Andy nodded. “That’s ok. I wasn’t expecting to finish so early and thought, rather than go all the way home then have to make the return journey later, I’d take the chance and call early. It’s not a problem. I don’t mind waiting assuming that’s ok with you?”

“Yes that’s fine. I was just about to make a coffee. Would you like one?”

“Yeah! Sure. I’d love one,” he replied.

As his ex mother in law turned towards the work counter Andy’s eyes followed, checking out her body. Wearing a fine knit, figure hugging, grey cardigan, over a light grey, pencil skirt with a split running a third of the way up the back she was looking good, very good, though in truth this came as no surprise to Andy for despite the fact she was fifty five years of age, he knew she was someone who had always prided herself in her appearance. She kept herself in good shape with regular visits to the local gym and as well as the physical side to her appearance, for as long as Andy had known her, she was the kind of woman who always took care to dress well. Today was no exception though in fairness, he’d a;ways believed she was the kind of woman would look good no matter what she wore.

Asking if he wanted milk or cream in his coffee, she turned slightly towards him. Replying he’d go with the milk, Andy found his eyes drawn to those firm, thirty six inch breasts of hers, the contours of which seemed beautifully accentuated by her fitted top. It was also hard not to notice the top three buttons of her cardigan were undone, enough to show the slightest hint of cleavage. He knew of course the light display was not for him for she’d not been expecting him, even so, he found it easy to imagine it was and it was enough to both entice and stir memories.

The view was all too brief as she turned to make her way over to the fridge. His eyes followed where he found himself thinking back a year or so, to a time when the two of them had shared some fun together.

It had been wrong of course, an illicit encounter with his mother in law, but at the time, the wrongful nature, for both of them, had served only to intensify the sexual excitement. Now, months later, stood alone with her in the kitchen, growing aroused simply from looking her up and down, it was easy to begin to wonder, if like him she too missed the fun they once shared.

She returned to the worktop, waiting for the kettle to boil, her back turned towards him. Her words of moments before that Mike, her husband, would be out for a good hour, ran through his mind. He found himself thinking back to the start of their affair.

In truth, it was strange it should have happened at all for they were as different as two people could be. He was young, carefree and though he didn’t like to admit it, somewhat irresponsible. She, on the other hand, was much older, married for a good number of years and very set in her ways. She was also somewhat conservative in her views and had always carried something of an air of primness about her. Always polite, always well dressed, it was Andy’s view she was a typically, pleasant, happily married woman who went about life keeping the home for her husband and family. Hence, sexual thoughts were not something to have crossed Andy’s mind. They would chat, often, yet their conversations were never more than polite. Never a hint that she liked him anymore than for what he was, her daughter’s then boyfriend. Indeed, it wasn’t until after he had married her daughter that she appeared to warm to him a little more though by then, a good few years later, Andy had already begun to see her in a different light.

With her husband often working away from home and at the insistence of his wife, he would often be asked to carry out odd jobs for her around the house. At the outset, he saw it as something of a chore, something he felt he could well do without, yet doing these jobs for her, he bagan to learn more about her and sensed she had warmed to him. They would spend time chatting about all manner of things and over time he would look forward to being asked to call round. By then his helping was no longer a chore. He would even ask her daughter if her mother needed anything done, just for the excuse to call and see her.

His visits grew, from the helping out every now and again to calling every other day to make sure everything was ok. To his advantage, his wife had no problems with him visiting. She was pleased they got on so well and welcomed the fact Andy was being so nice towards her mother.

Of course as time moved on there were very few jobs needed doing around the house. His visits were simply a way to spend more time with her for his attraction for Lin had grown. He enjoyed her manner, the way she laughed, the way she would talk to him and most of all the constant surprise in how good someone her age could look. him.

There were times they would sit on the sofa together where occasionally she would instinctively place her hand on his knee without thinking as she explained something to him. A part of him would guess it was no more than a thoughtless act yet later, when alone, he would replay the incident over, only then, mixed with his imagination he would envisage her hand not on his knee but stroking his cock. He lost count the number of different scenarios his mind managed to conjure up, for by then he was regularly jacking himself off to thoughts of him and his mother in law. Then one day it happened.

Busy at work, it had been over a week since he had last seen her. This particular day, his wife had asked him to call and take a look at her washing machine. It had been giving problems. He’d arrived and a few minutes after taking a look found it was a simple case of unblocking the filter. It took no more than a few minutes to fix. As always, Lin had made them both a coffee. They were sat in the kitchen chatting where she had asked him how he and her daughter were getting along. Andy sensed something different about her manner, especially when she asked him if everything was ok in the sex department. It was a topic she’d never broached before. Unsure where the conversation was headed he answered yes before nervously asking if everything were ok for her too? For a woman he’d always considered conservative, she was surprisingly open with her answer. She told him they no longer had sex as much as they used to, suggesting years of marriage had bred complacency. He sensed the atmosphere between the two of them had changed. Talk of sex had charged the air with a sexual tension. He sensed she too had felt it.

It was as if she were embarrassed when she cut the conversation short and got up to place her cup in the sink. For reasons he couldn’t explain, he’d followed then had stood behind her at the sink and had slipped his hands onto her waist. A part of him had expected her to reject him but instead he’d been surprised when she had turned and looked him in the eye. She’d made no move to remove his hands and with neither of them saying a word, the sexual tension increased. Andy couldn’t remember who started it but the next moment the two of them were kissing. A deep, passionate kiss.

The kiss went on and on. To Andy it seemed like a lifetime and was something he didn’t want to end. He held her close, his hands smoothing up and down her back as his lips pressed against hers, hers against his until their mouths opened, their tongues keen to explore one another’s mouths. Their breathing deepened, their hand movements increased, exploring one another’s bodies. Eventually, after some long minutes, Lin pulled away muttering something about how they couldn’t be doing this and that he should go. Andy hadn’t known what to do nor how to respond. He’d simply done as she’d asked and left.

Later that night, while taking a shower Andy had jacked himself off with the thoughts of all that had taken place filling his head. He made up his mind he was not going to let it rest at just this kiss. He felt certain the kiss had proved Lin wanted something to happen every bit as much as him.

A few days later he saw her again. They were sat on the sofa chatting when during a lull in the conversation Lin had started to apologize over what had happened a few days earlier. He had immediately told her there was no apology necessary, that not only had he had enjoyed himself but that he had wanted something like that to happen for a while. He’d leant close and kissed her. She’d responded, tentatively before easing herself from his arms, telling him again they shouldn’t be doing this but when he’d ignored her and had kissed her a second time, she’d responded.

Several times she had pulled free to tell him they should stop. Ignoring her each time she had responded in full. He ended up, pinning her back against the sofa, receiving minimal objection as his lips had played with hers and his hands had caressed back and forth over her clothed body.

When Andy had left that day he was sure it was only a matter of time before they would both enjoy one another fully.

Sure enough, over a number of following visits they had gone on to share more and more fun together, culminating a few weeks later in full blown sex. Both, in their different ways had regrets they were cheating on their partners yet it couldn’t be denied, these regrets were far and away outweighed by the enjoyment of one another.

As the affair progressed, so slowly but surely, Andy began to witness his usually staid, demure mother in law draw out of her shell. She continually surprised him. Gone was the conservative housewife, instead, replaced by someone who would astound him with her less than conservative views on sex.

There were times the sex would be leisurely, unrushed, their partners both safely out of the way. At other times, more often than not instigated by Lin, the risks they took were greater. Indeed, it wasn’t long before it became clear to Andy she seemed driven by taking risks,. It appeared she enjoyed it all the more when they knew one or other partner could return at short notice. Those times, those risks appeared foolish to Andy and he was sure Lin too, deep down felt the same, yet inexplicably, it was these times they had both quickly come to covet and enjoy the most.

The excitement that came with these risks was immense. It doubled the already, high sexual flavour of the wrongs they were doing and each of them in turn had had to admit their surprise at how addictive the riskier games they played became. At times, it would be little more than stealing a passionate kiss while one or other partner was in one of the adjoining rooms in the house. Other times carried an even greater element of risk and now as Andy continued to study her from behind he recalled one such time

It had been a Saturday morning and Andy had called over to drop something off that her daughter had borrowed. Mike, Lin’s husband had been out in the garden, working on building a Gazebo. Andy had stopped to say ‘Hi’ and pass a few pleasantries before heading into the house. There he surprised Lin in the kitchen who was looking as good as ever in a light, summery dress. As Andy explained the reason for his visit, a quick glance out of the window to check her hubby was busy, she pulled Andy close, forcing her tongue deep into his mouth. Used to her desire for risk, Andy had responded and within minutes the two of them were heavily aroused. Pulling away, Lin had grabbed his hand and lead him out of the kitchen.

Andy’s first thoughts were that she simply wanted to make sure they were away from the kitchen door should her hubby decide to walk in. He was wrong. She had instead, lead him up to her bedroom, over to the window which looked down into the garden. Looking out, Andy could see Mike, busy at work building the timber frame, but admiring Mike’s work was not what Lin had in mind.