Gardening with My Mother in Law

It was far from my fastest of drives home, I was too busy reflecting on what had occurred to concentrate on the road; well, that and getting a story straight for my wife. When I got home Roma would want the details of what her mother and I had done in Nat's garden; I needed to get a believable time-line sorted out in my mind, I didn't want to trip myself up over any questions.

As it turned out, I needn't have worried: Roma met me in the hallway as I stepped through the door, with the words "God John, you must be frozen?... Get yourself straight upstairs and under a hot shower, while I give the boys their tea."

"Are we eating now?"

"The boys are, but they won't want much; they're still full of sugar and E-numbers from all the party-food they've eaten. I'll cook us something nice once they've gone to bed; now get yourself into the shower, you must be exhausted having worked this late on mum's garden."

"How did you know?"

"Mum phoned while you were driving home of course; she said that you'd been hard at it all day and only finished half an hour ago... It must've been almost dark by then."

I silently thanked Natalie for clearing that hurdle for me and scuttled upstairs to the sanctuary of the bathroom. As a bonus it also allowed me to wash away any traces of Natalie's scent and change my clothes before getting close to Roma; a double win.

I was back downstairs twenty minutes later and helped get the boys to eat their fruit and raw vegetable sticks -- Roma wanted to 'get something healthy into them' before bed -- after which I got them into bed while Roma prepared our own dinner: Beef Bourguignon followed by cheesecake; both favourites of mine, so I had to be in Roma's good books.

We'd finished dinner and were sipping on the last of the wine before the subject of Nathalie's garden resurfaced: "Despite all your effort, mum said that you still hadn't finished everything."

"Not quite, but all the strenuous and heavy lifting jobs are done; Natalie will wrap-up what's left in the morning; I doubt it'll take her above a couple of hours."

"Mmmmm; well I think you should go back tomorrow morning and help mum finish. There's bound to be something that she's forgotten and it'd be daft to have mum over exert herself now, when it's almost done."

"But I'm supposed to be taking the boys to mini-rugby in the morning; I told them that while I was putting them to bed."

"Yes, I know; but they aren't playing a proper match tomorrow, it's just a coaching session followed by a kick around amongst themselves. I could take them to that while you finish up at mum's, then you can join us at the rugby club and we'll take the boys out for lunch at Pizza Hut."

My cock twitched and stiffened beneath the table at the prospect of spending tomorrow morning with my Mother in Law. I managed to keep the excitement from my voice while feigning reluctance in agreeing to Roma's proposal for a minute or so; but ultimately, I capitulated and agreed to phone Nat and let her know.

"No, it's too late to be calling mum now, after a long day she might already be in bed. I'll send mum a WhatsApp message, she'll find that when she gets up in the morning."

Soon after, Roma and I were in bed ourselves; where my wife reaffirmed how pleased she was about my efforts in Natalie's garden. Roma was beneath the covers sucking my cock stiff -- not that it needed much help -- within seconds, then climbed on top to ride us both to a climax, cowgirl. I wondered what Roma would have thought had she known I was picturing her mother while she did so?

Roma's message to Natalie had said that I would get there 'before ten' on Sunday morning. I was on the road just after nine and driving much more quickly, I arrived before nine-thirty... I wanted time to play once the gardening was finished. Which made it doubly frustrating when Nat took an age to respond to my ringing the doorbell.

Natalie stepped promptly back into the shadows of the hallway after opening the door, mumbling: "You're early John... I can't have the neighbours seeing me greeting visitors half-dressed." While Nat looked to have her make-up in place, her hair was still damp from the shower and she was wearing an ankle length dressing gown.

"Sorry Natalie; have you only just picked-up Roma's message? I wanted to call you last night to let you know that I was coming."

Natalie responded with a grin "That you were coming... Or that you hoped to be cumming? No, I picked-up Roma's message last night and I was up before seven; all those outstanding jobs are finished... You've caught me on the hop as I was getting myself ready for... Well, whatever else you were coming for."

"You've already finished all the garden jobs?"

"Of course... Well, other than washing the covers off the sun lounge furniture and the first load of those is in the machine now. If you need to be at the rugby club for midday, I was thinking we didn't want to be wasting what time we have outside in the garden." In emphasis of that statement, Nat released the waist-tie on her dressing gown and gave a shimmy.

That conservative -- mumsy? - dressing gown slipped free of Natalie's shoulders and fell away to pool in a soft circle around her ankles; the move was so smooth, I wondered if Nat had rehearsed it? Rehearsed or not, I'm guessing it worked just as Natalie had intended; my mouth fell open and I gasped at what was revealed:

Nat was wearing a... Well, I'm really not sure what you'd call it. A sort of camisole top incorporating a half-cup shelf bra - Nathalie's nipples were exposed and clearly engorged above the upper edge of that -- with suspenders attached to its hem. The whole, including the stockings attached to those suspenders and her kitten heeled pumps, were all raven-black.

What Natalie wasn't wearing were any panties and that ensemble, contrasting so sharply with Nat's pale skin, served to frame, indeed draw your eyes, toward her exposed and since I'd last seen it, now cleanly shaven pussy. I'm guessing Natalie had chosen her outfit to... mitigate, the effects of her fifty years and motherhood? It worked a treat!

Having perhaps noted the direction of my gaze, Natalie's right hand moved to cover her exposed pubis, though only for a moment. That hand began sliding back and forth between Nat's legs, the two outer fingers teasing at the soft folds of her vulva, while the tips of her inner fingers repeatedly dipped into the inviting channel which lay between.

I was captivated, so when Natalie crooned the question "Is this what you're wanting John?" I could manage nothing beyond a dumb nod of my head. I was pulled from that reverie by Natalie's next and more sharply enunciated words: "Well you're just going to have to wait." My head snapped upward to meet Natalie's eye on hearing that.

It was a relief to see her smiling; a very wicked smile it was too. Natalie pointed to the hallway chair and continued "Unfasten your pants and sit there..." While discombobulated by the change in Nat's tone, I was quick enough to comply with her instruction and have no regrets about doing so.

Natalie grabbed the waistband of my jeans and boxer-shorts, jerking both down below my knees, before I'd settled onto the chair. Natalie settled herself down too... Onto her knees, between my out splayed legs; my bar hard cock was by then standing proud and damned near pulsing in between them.

Natalie's smile softened, as too did her tone of voice when she wrapped a hand around my engorged shaft. "Don't you remember? I promised last night that I'd finish sucking you off the next time we got an opportunity... So, I'll need to do that before letting you fuck me." A moment later Nathalie fell silent as her mouth engulfed my cock.

I wasn't silent though; a succession of growls, gasps and expletives escaped my lips as Nathalie worked on my cock. I'd adjudged Nat a good cock-sucker the previous afternoon, but now realised I didn't know the half of it; Nathalie had only been cleaning me up yesterday, this morning she got serious about it... and wildly enthusiastic too.

I don't think my cock had ever been so far down a woman's throat... And definitely not Roma's. When it wasn't buried deep in Nat's gullet, her tongue and teeth were teasing a the crown and foreskin in ways that I'd never even dreamed of. I'd been horny before I ever arrived at Nathalie's and quickly realised that I couldn't and wouldn't last long.

Grabbing Nathalie's still damp hair, I pulled her free of my cock while growling out a warning of that realisation; Nat's reply was immediate. "I should hope you bloody aren't; cumming is what you're supposed to be doing... And once you've blown this first load, I'm guessing that you'll be able to fuck me for ages before you climax again."

Shaking free of my grasp, Nathalie's mouth re-enveloped my cock and I stopped fighting to maintain my self-control. It was barely a dozen seconds before my hand was again entangled in Nathalie's hair, but this time I was pulling her onto my cock, rather than off it, while growling "Yes... That's it... Swallow it all you cock-sucking MILF slut."

In the aftermath I was a little concerned, or at least embarrassed, about my outburst. I needn't have been, when Nathalie resurfaced that wicked smile was back in place and her opening words were "I'd always intended swallowing it... That's what we MILF slut's like to do."

I helped Nathalie to her feet as I stood up myself; she'd suggested that we move into the kitchen to 'recover with a coffee'. I needed to hitch up my trousers, but Nathalie just left her dressing gown where it lay; with Nat's naked arse swaying invitingly in front of me, I was happy to follow her wherever she wanted.

For the next ten minutes we made small talk. Mainly about Nat's garden and with no mention of what we'd just done, or indeed what I was hoping we were going to be doing shortly; nor did either of us mention Roma. Nathalie brought that hiatus to a close, with a nod in the direction of my groin and an enquiry of "So John, is he ready for round two?"

I loved the look of surprise on Nathalie's face when I replied 'No'; Nat was still wearing that when I grasped her by the hips and swung her up to sit on the edge of the breakfast bar. It only disappeared, to be replaced by a broad smile, when I pushed between Nat's breasts to tip her backwards and squatted down between her open legs. "Now it's your turn."

Nathalie's gasp of "Oooh John, you are a dirty boy" was preceded by a squeal of pure delight.

The lips of Nat's freshly shaved pussy glistened, as too did her inner thighs; I'd not to this point laid a finger on her, but Nat was clearly hot to trot. Natalie and Roma share many similarities, very much peas from the same pod; but as I discovered then, that similarity didn't extend to their pussies.

Roma's cleft is compact and tightly closed... all neat and tidy. While Natalie's labia displayed the most protuberant outer lips I'd ever seen, hanging from her cleft like a pair of fleshy curtains... Irresistibly chewable curtains and so I didn't resist. Latching onto the left petal with my teeth, even as I pressed two fingers into the inviting cleft beyond.

Nat's response was immediate; her hips rising from the breakfast bar, to force my fingers harder and deeper inside herself. In the same moment her hand settled on my head, the fingers entwining in my hair, to pull my mouth more forcefully against her sex. The whole being heralded by a deep, almost animalistic growl of encouragement.

I responded, not that Natalie's encouragements had been necessary. My fingers plunged repeatedly and hard into Nat's receptive gash, while my teeth worried at her swollen labia like a rabid dog. Natalie climaxed fast and she climaxed hard; howling like a banshee as her hips bucked and jerked, pounding her pussy against my mouth and fingers.

I allowed Natalie a minute or so to ride out that orgasm before recommencing my oral attentions and now took my time about them. Not the wham-bang that had brought Nat to that first orgasm, but a thorough and controlled... exploration, between her splayed legs. I must have worked on Natalie for almost fifteen minutes, she was awash by the time that I stopped.

Saying that, I guess that I was too: My face and hair both grew sticky from Natalie's viscous juices, while her more liquid outpourings trickled over my fingers and hands to flow down my forearms as far as the elbow. There were no more explosive orgasms from Nat, but she certainly climaxed... And repeatedly; I suspect that Natalie never entirely reached the ground throughout.

For the most part that whole episode was wordless too: My own tongue was too busy with the task in hand, while beyond the occasional 'No' or 'God No' from Natalie -- those invariably belied by their tone and her physical responses -- she managed little beyond inarticulate moans, groans, gasps and the odd squeal.

Some of the more powerful of Natalie's gasps and groans arrived when my tongue teased at her perineum. Whilst the squeals and the 'God No' following once my tongue and then fingers crossed that divide to toy and ultimately penetrate, Natalie's anal ring. I backed-off; though smiled as I did so... Not today perhaps, but Natalie's body language promised that she'd surrender that too.

I stopped eating Natalie's pussy when her head began to loll from side to side, her gasps and moans had begun to sound weaker and she voiced a few more words; those all spoke of 'Stop -- No -- Enough -- I'm exhausted.' That drew another wicked smile from me... What's that old adage... A change is as good as a rest.

I Stood back upright -- My knees cracking as I did so... I'd perhaps been down there longer than I'd guessed? - and with one hand pushed my pants back down my thighs as I rose. The other hand was wrapped about Natalie's calves, keeping her legs securely atop my shoulders as I did so; Nat's legs and feet were pointing skyward as I closed the space between us.

A protracted 'Nooooooooo.' escaped from Natalie's lips in the moment that she realised my intention, but as ever, Nat's body-language and the smile spreading across her face told a different story. Guiding my cock between Natalie's legs I easily found my mark and sank it's full length into Nat's yielding snatch with a single, powerful thrust.

There was no control in evidence after that, I plunged my cock into Natalie like a man possessed; Natalie was so wet I was expecting to hear a splash with every penetration. Natalie bounced around like a rag-doll beneath my assault; though I noted her fingers clawing at the worktop's edge... Holding herself firmly in place; thereby enhancing rather than mitigating the power of each thrust.

The inevitable conclusion wasn't long in arriving; by then I'd lost my grasp on Natalie's legs, but she wasn't going anywhere. In the instant of my final barbarous penetration -- I was bellowing like a bloody bull! - Natalie's legs locked tight around my waist, dragging me a few millimetres deeper inside herself and then holding me securely as I pumped my cum inside her.

In the aftermath, I think we were both a little embarrassed at having... Let ourselves go and surrendered to our base instincts so completely. We moved upstairs to the bathroom and shared a shower, but that was a far more gentle encounter; we didn't fuck again, both content to clean ourselves and each other... Washing away the evidence.

I'd brought a change of clothes with me for lunchtime, so my having taken a shower before changing wouldn't raise any eyebrows from Roma. It was already past eleven-thirty when Natalie and I parted with a kiss in her hallway; a kiss that Natalie concluded by saying "I... I've never... Never let a man touch my bum before; not even Harry"

"Well, you have now Nat... And I'll want to sink my cock into it next time too."

Our gazes locked for what had to have been ten seconds or more, before Natalie broke away, her head lowering and then nodding as she replied in barely more than a whisper. "You'll have to be gentle... And Roma must never know... Not about any of it."

I gave Natalie one final kiss -- it landed on the top of her lowered head -- and muttered "Don't worry, I won't... Scouts honour." then opened the front door and headed for my car.

I could see the rugby club car park was already all but empty as I approached, so I swung the car left and drove directly to Pizza Hut. Only a few minutes later than promised, but sufficient for the boys to have ordered our pizzas by the time I'd arrived. Big mistake... The ham and mushroom was OK, but baked bean pizzas with anchovy and pineapple are never going to take off.

Having wolfed through the pizzas while giving me a blow by blow report of their morning's rugby, the boys headed out to the play area with some of their friends. Roma and I picked through -scraping off the baked beans! - the slices that they'd left and I talked Roma through what had theoretically happened at her mother's that morning.

Roma let me finish; I concluded with "... So the last load of cushion covers were in the washing machine when I left and Natalie's probably got them hanging out on the line by now."

"It sounds like you've been busy again. So that's the garden fully seen to... But what about mum?"

"What about your mum?"

"Well, I'm presuming that you also found time to see to mum too... That you've left her well ploughed and thoroughly seeded?"

My mouth fell so far agape that my chin must've been in danger of hitting the table; I'm guessing that my face had turned either bright red or a ghostly white as well? "I... I... Wh... Whe... When... H... How..." I never did a get a coherent word out, not that there was much point by then anyway; Roma was laughing hysterically.

"When did I find out? Yesterday... Mum had let me know before you got home."

"What!... Natalie told you?"

"Oh, mum didn't mean to; but she's even worse at telling lies than you are. Her detailed explanation of what you'd been doing in the garden all day, complete with the time taken and a finish time for each task was all just a little too precise and... Manufactured, to be believable. Oh, plus of course mum delivered her report with an unmistakable 'I've just been fucked' tone in her voice too."

Roma was back to laughing again by the time that I'd framed a reply. "So why didn't you say something last night? And it was entirely down to you that I went over there again this morning... Why? And why aren't you annoyed?"

"Why would I be? She's my mum and talking to her recently, she was clearly getting desperate to have somebody screw her... Better mum shares you than have her hook-up with that creep at number thirty-seven who's been sniffing around her for months."

"But... But... But..."

"No buts. Mum's always had the hots for you... And you for her too, if the truth be told. Besides, you'll be feeling guilty now, so you'll do anything and everything that I want this afternoon and if you've spent the morning screwing mum... You're going to be able last for ages."

Our conversation was interrupted by the sound of our boys coming back inside; I just had time to tell Roma "I don't think those two will be giving us enough peace and quiet to spend all afternoon in bed."

They wouldn't if they were home; but they're going from here to Phil and Jenny's house for the afternoon."

I turned and looked sideways to see a grinning Phil looking back at me; he raised a toast with his Pepsi cup, then called out "Enjoy.... And make the most of it John; it'll be our lads coming over to your place next Sunday afternoon."