Gardening with My Mother in Law

A Saturday in late October saw me spending almost the whole day working in my mother-in-law, Nathalie's garden. It could have been worse: The alternative was to accompany my wife Roma, in taking our two boys to one of their friend's birthday party and then helping to 'supervise' a couple of dozen six and seven year olds.

I'm not one of life's gardeners, but since Harry, Roma's father, died three years ago, I get drafted in when there's any heavy-lifting required: Trimming the hedges and fruit trees, whenever any serious flowerbed digging is called for and mowing the lawns if inclement weather has resulted in their getting overgrown.

This late October/early November gig's become a regular thing; the final grass cut, moving the patio furniture into the garage and pruning everything back before the winter... I hate it, but I can't really say 'No'. Nathalie and I had started before nine that morning and save for a twenty minute break for a sandwich and soup around midday, we were hard at it until after three.

Even then we weren't completely finished, but the weather had closed in and it had turned bloody cold. Besides which, all of the back-breaking jobs were complete and Nathalie was adamant that she could finish any bits that remained on her own the following day; we repaired to the sun lounge with a restorative cup of tea for Nathalie and a beer for me.

We were both grubby from our day's work and as washing the upholstery covers on the sun lounge's wickerwork furniture was one of those jobs that still remained outstanding, it seemed the best place to choose. I was sat in a wing-backed chair, while Nathalie was half-sprawled on the couch; with an electric heater running, it was comfortable enough.

We'd been idly chatting for perhaps ten minutes when Nathalie moved to sit a little more upright. That idea drew a squeal of pain from her lips and brought a matching expression to her face. "Are you OK Nathalie; what's up?"

"Just a twinge in my neck and shoulders; I've probably overdone it a bit today... I'll soak myself in a hot bath once you've gone, that should ease the aches and pains away."

I threw Nathalie a grin as I replied: "There's no need to wait until I've gone... I could even give you a quick massage while you're in there; I'm sure I could soon clear those knots for you."

Nathalie shrieked with delight, going on to laugh for several seconds before managing to respond. "Of course, Roma bought you those Massage Therapy lessons for your birthday didn't she. I thought that was rather a selfish present on her part... Roma will be the one who's reaping the benefit after all."

"I don't mind; besides... Roma usually shows her appreciation afterwards."

That drew another shriek of delight. "I think it'd be best if you didn't tell me how Roma might go about doing that, John."

Those quips had us both laughing, so it was a while before I continued. "Seriously though Nathalie, I do know what I'm doing and can probably ease the kinks for you."

"I don't doubt it; Roma's very complimentary about your prowess and has even shown me the qualification certificate that you earned. But pleasant as it might be, I really don't think I ought to be lying naked in the bath, while you... you... grope me."

"It's manipulation, not a quick grope! Anyway, you won't need to lie naked in the bath, or anywhere else for that matter... Not that I'd object if you wanted to. No, just sit upright on the couch where you are now and I can work on your neck and shoulders right here."

"I'm still going to have to take my top off though aren't I."

"No... It'd be easier if you did, but that shirt you're wearing looks fairly voluminous (I'd guessed it was an old one of Harry's) so if you pull that free from the waistband of your jeans, I could slide my hands beneath it to reach your neck and shoulders."

"But sliding your hands up where exactly... Front or back?"

I threw up my hands in mock surrender. "Nothing like that; my hands will stay behind you the whole time... Scout's Honour."

Nathalie pondered that for a few more seconds, then nodded her head and turned away from me on the couch while tugging the tail of her shirt free. "OK, Roma's said you're good and it does ache... But no tricks, or Roma will be hearing about it."

"No tricks Nathalie." I settled onto the couch behind Nathalie, placed my hands at her waist, either side of her spine and began sliding them firmly, but slowly up the length of her back. I didn't have any massage oil or talcum powder to hand and realised even as I began that the day's gardening had left my hands rather rough.

There was far more friction than there ought to have been, so I eased the pressure as I continued upward. My hands still 'scraped' rather than 'slid' across Nathalie's skin, but the contented 'mmm' which escaped from her lips suggested that she was happy enough with the sensation.

I made half a dozen similar traverses up and down Nathalie's back. Save for perhaps helping Nathalie relax, they wouldn't, have achieved a great deal, though I can't deny that I enjoyed listening to her contented purring. I soon discovered that to reach through to the back of Nathalie's neck, would require the top couple of buttons on her shirt unfastening.

I could have pulled my hands out and addressed that problem over the collar of her shirt; but I was interested in seeing Nathalie's reaction if I asked her to unbutton them. Nathalie didn't hesitate for a moment and issued no verbal warning either; had my hands sliding across Nathalie's back relaxed her even more than I'd thought?

I spent perhaps four or five minutes working on Nathalie's neck and across her shoulders and could feel the tension dissipate from Nathalie's muscles. Something Nathalie confirmed with steady flow of mewling gasps and groans, a few 'God Yesses' and a lot more of those feline purrs; there was the occasional small yelp too, but nothing which concerned me.

Having shuffled a little closer while working on Nathalie's shoulders, I discovered a bonus to her having opened those two extra buttons at the top of her blouse: Nathalie's a slight, rather elfin lady and I now, over her left shoulder, I had a perfect view of her cleavage; I swear that I hadn't planned or even considered that when I made my suggestion.

I managed to maintain that position -- why wouldn't I? - even when I moved my hands lower to work around the inner and lower edges of Nathalie's shoulder blades. That proved a little more difficult and not only because my eyes were too often focused elsewhere; my hands were being impeded by Nathalie's bra-strap.

While the tension of the shoulder-straps on Nathalie's bra had been such that I could easily slide my fingers beneath them, the band across her back was not so easily dealt with. Guessing that a suggestion of Natalie unfastening it may be pushing the boundaries, I settled for lifting it away with two fingers of one hand, while continuing the massage with the other.

Presumably Nathalie realised my difficulty too and interrupted her still ongoing purring, to enquire: "Would it make things easier for you if that was unfastened John?"

"Yeah... But don't worry Nathalie, I can work around it." I was playing safe.

"Don't be daft John; if you need it loosened just open it... provided that your hands stay behind me."

I paused on hearing Nathalie say that. I'd like to say that it was surprise rather than delight which checked my progress, but given the way that my cock stiffened and my fingers trembled as I tentatively unhooked the clips, it perhaps was the latter. The weighty way in which Nathalie's bra pulled free of my fingers, suggested that her breasts had remained within its cups.

With that impediment removed, my massage again became more intense; judging from Nathalie's strengthening purring -- they were more growl-like now -- and my bar-hard cock, that was something appreciated by us both. I worked on Nathalie's shoulders for a few more minutes, before moving on to her spine.

My hands began at the base of Nathalie's skull gently manipulating each cervical vertebra with my fingers and lightly 'knuckling' at the discs between. I didn't increase the force I was applying until my hands had worked their way down to Nathalie's shoulders and I'd moved on to the stronger thoracic portion of her spine.

That proved the trigger for setting Natalie off on a further round of those mewling gasps, groans and a lot more 'God Yesses'; I now scored at least one of those with every disc that I knuckled. As I worked my way ever lower; those feline purrs returned between Nathalie's moans and the 'God Yesses' too.

I felt as well as heard Nathalie's tensions easing too, she reclined more heavily against me with each vertebra that I worked on; by the time I'd reached Nathalie's lumbar curve, my manipulation had become one-handed: Besides Natalie resting heavily against my shoulder, my left hand was occupied at her waistline to help keep her sitting upright.

I'd just reached the first of Nathalie's lumbar vertebrae when my left hand lost its purchase; Nathalie had wriggled a fraction to her right and it slipped free as she fell back against my shoulder. My right hand frantically grabbed onto Nathalie's hip to prevent her tumbling to the floor, but in that same moment my left hand slipped upward.

As my hand slid across Nathalie's rib cage, my thumb hooked under the edge of her opened bra and an instant later, I felt that weight reduce as Nathalie's breasts spilled free. I didn't make a grab for Nathalie's left breast, it was purely chance and momentum which deposited it squarely into the palm of my left hand.

What followed was equally spontaneous, a... primal response to the sensation of a woman's breast in my hand. My fingers closed around Nathalie's boob and fondled it; when those fingers found her nipple, I rolled that without awareness between my fingers and thumb. My first conscious thought was of how swollen and very hard that nipple felt.

My 'Oh Fuck... There's gonna be trouble' thought arrived a millisecond later. But that was promptly quelled by a realisation that Nathalie wasn't screaming the house down; far from it, what I heard was the deepest yet of those feline purrs and still one more growl of "Oh God Yesss..." though this time it concluded with a gasped "keep going... Just like that John."

Whilst I was back to thinking, Nathalie's response had left me too discombobulated to string any rational thoughts together; I blame that for my failure to react. It was the arrival of Nathalie's hand atop my own which provided me with the... motivation, to fondle her breast again and this time more firmly.

That caress drew further growled encouragement from Nathalie; she grabbed my other hand too, steering that one to her right breast, as she gasped "This one too John." Nathalie's right nipple was every bit as erect as her left and rolling that one between my fingers garnered an "Oh fuck yes"; that was perhaps the first time I'd ever heard Nathalie swear.

Nathalie remained slouched against me as I groped her tits increasingly forcefully; that aggression coming in response Nathalie's continued verbal encouragements. While Nathalie's upper body remained stationary, her hips began to twist and writhe; that caught my eye and got me thinking, 'Could I... Dare I?'

I slid my right hand free of Nathalie's breast and allowed it to drift south. I traversed only slowly across Nathalie's stomach, allowing her ample opportunity to check my advance. None came, even when my fingers disappeared beneath the waistband of her jeans; Nathalie's own hand had remained at her breast, continuing to twist at the nipple I'd now vacated.

The palm of my hand smoothly followed my fingers into Nathalie's jeans, until progress slowed as Nat's waistband tightened against the back of it. Slowed but not stopped: Nathalie had pulled-in her stomach to provide me a little more room... and a lot more encouragement, allowing my fingers to slide even deeper inside her jeans.

The tips of my fingers were inside Nathalie's panties and brushing her pubic hair before my hand finally came to a complete halt; even with Nathalie's indrawn stomach, my wrist couldn't cross the divide. The louder grunt of frustration came from Nathalie's lips rather than my own and it arrived a scant second before Nat's hand dropped to release the button and zip of her jeans.

With the gate now opened my hand continued downward; I felt Nathalie ease her legs apart to further aid my progress. I felt my fingers sliding through Nathalie's pubic hair -- her pelt feeling silkier and far more luxuriant than her daughter's, though the rapidly increasing dampness and more especially temperature I found down there, were very reminiscent of Roma.

On arrival my two middle fingers slipped easily and to their full length inside Nathalie's welcoming channel. Not so much pushed in by myself, as driven home by a sharp thrust from a squealing Nathalie's hips as they jerked up off the couch. With her back arched, Nathalie maintained that pose, it needed solid pressure from my palm and intruding fingers to press her back down again.

Nathalie's descent was accompanied by another of those deep, almost bestial growls; I kept those ringing out by pressing my fingers ever harder into Nathalie's snatch while twisting them left and right... Something which Roma enjoys and once again this proved to be 'like mother -- like daughter'.

I'd found, uncloaked and already slid the pad of my my thumb firmly across Nathalie's clit before remembering that my hands were rough and hard from our day's work in the garden. My touch must've been like sandpaper on that pleasure-bud, but Nathalie's squeal in response spoke of nothing but enjoyment.

Further inflamed and perhaps a little relieved by Nathalie's reaction, I continued dragging my thumb back and forth across her clitoris, my fingers all the while gouging and squirming deep within Nat's accommodating cunt. The lady herself bucked and jerked like a wild animal, Nathalie continued to growl like one too.

The event was short-lived though, taking far longer to write about it now than it did to experience; I'd doubt much more than thirty seconds elapsed between Nathalie popping that button on the waistband of her jeans and her collapsing back against me in the throes of that noisy and very wet -- I wondered if Nat had pissed herself? - climax.

A moment after I'd pulled my hand free of Natalie's pussy, she slipped from my grasp and down to the floor; the sensation of her sliding down reminded me that I still had a serious hard-on which hadn't been addressed. In those few seconds I was concerned; would the 'real' Nathalie reappear now that she'd orgasmed?

That wasn't going to happen; I began wrenching my jeans open knowing I would force myself on Nathalie if needs be. I wasn't reassured in the moment Nathalie's eyes swung back in my direction and she gasped "You should not have done that... And I certainly shouldn't have allowed it to do it."

My concerns were quelled by the appearance of a wide and wicked smile on Nathalie's face, after which she crooned "But I suppose it's a little late for me to be having second thoughts..." Natalie was already pulling at her own jeans and panties when she concluded "...Nobody; Roma most especially, ever hears a single word about this."

Eager as I was to consummate things, I soon realised that Nathalie was even more desperate; she was damned near tearing her jeans down her legs. When one leg of Nathalie's jeans caught on her left heel, she tugged so hard that her panties tore; whereupon she again swore and settled for pulling her right leg free while snarling "That'll have to do... I can't wait!

An instant later Nathalie was up on her knees, draped over the seat of the couch, with her jeans and knickers still trailing from her left ankle "Quickly, from behind, like a bitch in heat... That's exactly how I'm feeling."

I wasn't about to question that instruction, two seconds later I was on the floor behind Nathalie, steering my cock into her dripping pussy. Nathalie was awash, my cock sank into her far more deeply, but just as easily, as my fingers had previously; when I bottomed out with a slap and a grunt, Nathalie responded with yet another instruction:

"Oh fuck yesss... Now hard and fast, don't hold anything back."

I did have a moments concern over that instruction; that first penetration had told me that I wasn't going to last long. Absolving myself on the basis that Nathalie had already climaxed once and that she was the one who'd had asked for it, I began pounding into her juicy cunt like a jack-hammer; one hand grasping her hip, the other snaking up under her blouse to again maul those pert tits.

I managed to hold it together for longer than Nathalie had done under my fingers, but not by a great deal. It wouldn't have been a full minute before I felt my balls begin to overflow and feared the lady had sold herself short, but in the instant that first jet of cum erupted inside her, I felt Nathalie clench tightly around me and her second climax commence.

Nathalie howled like a banshee in announcement of that orgasms arrival, the sound overwhelming any noises I might've made. I was beyond stopping, or even slowing by now and continued pounding into Nathalie's ravaged cunt as I poured stream after stream of semen into her, while Nathalie squealed, squirmed and jerked beneath me.

Cum was still unloading when Nathalie's writhing saw me sliding off her, my final emission trickling down Nathalie's thigh as she slipped one way and I the other, to land beside each other on the floor. We undoubtedly spent longer sat gasping for breath on the carpet than we had fucking. Nathalie was the one who broke our silence, though it was largely a reiteration:

"Not one word... To anyone. That should not have happened and it won't be happening again."

"What, not even if I keep it our secret?" That garnered me a second and altogether more preferable reiteration from Nathalie: The return of that wide and wicked smile to her face.

"Hmmmmm, we'll have to see, but certainly not today; you need to be getting home before Roma starts wondering why you're late and today is not the day for Roma to be asking you that question." Nathalie emphasised her admonition with a playful slap to my thigh.

Nathalie was right of course, so I was content to settle for that 'we'll have to see'; it offered more promise than I'd been expecting. I'd climbed to my feet and begun to pull up my jeans - they'd never got beyond my ankles -- when Nathalie checked me with a shrieked "Wait!"

I looked over to see Nathalie's head and eyes swinging back and forth, where after she rolled up onto her knees, grasped my flaccid cock and promptly fed it between her parted lips. Given what Nat had just said coupled with a grunt of exasperation which preceded the move, I was totally bewildered.

Bewildered, but not complaining; I stood there for a minute or so while Nathalie's lips and tongue eagerly worked on my cock. Though when I'd entwined a hand into Nathalie's hair and tried to pull her further onto my now hardening shaft, she shook herself free and delivered my of another and far less playful, slap to the thigh.

My confusion was only resolved when Nathalie rocked back and allowed my cock to drop free: "We don't have any tissues to hand and if you'd put it back into your pants like that, Roma would have definitely been asking questions come washing day."

I nodded and grinned my understanding, then lifted my cock as I whispered "But I'm better than halfway hard again, it wouldn't take you long to finish me off Nat."

That earned me a third slap, but fortunately one of the playful ones as it was directly onto my shaft. "I've already told you, it's time that you went home... We'll just have to save that one for next time." Those final words were punctuated by another smile -- of the wicked variety -- and one that I reflected; 'next time' was a world beyond 'we'll have to see'.