The final part of my ex-mother-in-law discovering the depths of her sexuality on the island. She discovers the joy to be found in her arse.
Bear with me, before I get to the story I wanted to share the following with you:
I have been working away at my memories of life as a young man oh so many years ago. All my stories can be found here:
Chronologically:
My awakening, meeting Pat and Jeff
Scandinavian Vacation
Sunday Lunch
Janet on the island. My ex- mother-in-law
I had a naughty thought
I am working on yet more stories, more memories as I find pleasure in tapping out these words. If you haven’t already read through my stories I hope that you will follow the timeline. I would be pleased if you could leave a comment as feedback is the lifeblood for authors. If you want to write to me I can be contacted via CountCandide@proton.me
Now here is the final part 3:
Outside the picture window the sky lowered grey, rain smattering on the glass. My grandfather had the window installed to replace the small, draughty opening that had been part of the original whitehouse build. Coffee pot in hand I glanced over at Janet as she emerged from the bedroom, once again wearing one of my shirts as she moved towards the bathroom. “Goodness I need to freshen up” she laughed. I put down the pot, the opportunity too good to miss.
I watched enthralled as her breasts jiggled as she brushed her teeth. I stood beside her, similarly getting rid of that early morning funky mouth. The shower was warm and inviting, our laughter echoing from the tiles that I had recently upgraded, soapy hands lovingly caressing each other. I was surprised as Janet snaked her hand between my arse cheeks, hooking a finger into my arsehole. I looked into her smiling eyes as she said, “you intrigued me”. I did the same to her, my soapy finger exploring her nether hole. For a couple of minutes we continued our cleaning exploration and then, taking the shower head from its holder we took it in turn to rinse the soap from our arses. I turned Janet face first against the shower wall and sank down on my haunches, my face pressed into her arse, my tongue questing into her hole. Janet moaned, “oh yes” and I reached around to finger her cunt as I pushed into her arsehole with my mouth. Janet was gasping for breath as the sensation swept over her and her orgasm came within a couple of minutes. I sat back, the water cascading over me as Janet breathed, “that was wonderful, I never dreamt of such a thing”.
I stood up as she turned and sank to her haunches, “now you” and I, in turn faced towards the wall. Her breath on my arse came first then I felt her probing tongue push into my arsehole. Janet started to moan and I realised that it was a moan of pleasure as she whispered, “oh I love this”. She reached for my cock with her hand and she slowly stroked me as her tongue continued to bore into me, her lips pressed tightly into the cleft between my cheeks. I was in ecstasy as I felt my orgasm rising fast from what this amazing woman was doing to me. “I’m going to finish” I cried out and Janet immediately dipped down to take my cock into her mouth as my spunk spurted into her. She lovingly sucked out the last of it then gave my arsehole a loving, parting kiss. “Another first” she said as we dried off. “I love everything that we do. Why has it taken so many years for me to discover this sort of sex?” Well there was no answer to that; it was just how things were.
We didn’t plan to do much that day owing to the weather being so bad. Not an untypical day in the Hebrides. When the sun shone it was marvellous, when the rain came it was wet. Normal life on the island. We did venture out to gather some peat sods from the lean to beside the barn, or as they call barns in these parts, the Sabhal. I was in the process of cleaning out the rubbish that had accumulated in the Sabhal over the years; I had even found an old trailer that didn’t take much to make roadworthy and I had made several trips to the island dump with that trailer piled high with years of castoffs.
After inspecting the barn and stocking up the pile of peat by the fire we had retreated back to the bedroom. Janet’s newfound interest in the sexual potential of her arsehole became a titillating subject of conversation and it seemed inevitable that I was soon pushing the head of my cock into her bum. At first, she clenched tight, unconsciously resisting my efforts but gradually she relaxed, aided by a moistening with my tongue, and then I was easing into her. I spoke encouragingly,” yes ……. that’s it ………… your arsehole is so hot and tight”, not exactly romantic but it seemed to do the trick. Janet slowly got into it, her gritted teeth gradually turning into a smile of pleasure as this new sensation took over. She looked back at me and whispered, “another first” and then laughed as the moment consumed her. I thought that she had drained my balls but from somewhere I felt that old familiar sensation of my spunk rising. “I can’t hold this much longer; I’m going to finish” ……………. “yes, finish in me, fill my arse with spunk” and so I did, groaning as I kissed the back of her neck as it poured out of me.
I marvelled at how far Janet had come in just three days. This wonderful, demure woman of 53 years had shed all inhibitions and was now exploring her sexuality without any reserve. At that moment she was the most beautiful woman in the world. My world.
We did go out later; off to the pub. I drove down the lane as water streamed off the hills, overwhelming the drains and ditches, making the road surface treacherous. My Landrover may have been old but these were the conditions it had been built for.
The pub was a fug of smoke and noise as many others had come in search of an antidote to a day huddled indoors. Janet’s eyes sparkled with life as she looked around at the throng crowding the bar, for the moment forgetting that this was her second last evening before journeying home on Friday. We started chatting to a couple, the Hendersons, who were regular visitors to the island spending a few weeks each year in their well-appointed, renovated whitehouse. They were a couple of years older than Janet and the conversation flowed easily. Brian and Sonia. She was very touchy feely and Brian smiled as he watched his wife gripping my hand and then stroking Janet’s arm. I recognised such intimate behaviour though Janet seemed oblivious to what I suspected was Brian and Sonia’s interest. It transpired that they lived just 30 miles from Janet’s home!
The evening ended with fond farewells and an invitation to their house and so we clambered back into the Landrover for the slow drive back up the water-logged lane.
The next day was brighter, and we took the chance to see more of the island. We explored an abandoned crofter’s village and were reminded of the highland clearances, the landowners preferring the profits from sheep over the money paid in rent by the crofters. Depopulation was a real problem in the islands and continued as young people left in search of work.
That evening we held each other close, sitting by the fire gazing into the smouldering peat. I sit here writing now with the memory of the smell of that peat fire. It permeated the house, immediately hitting as you entered but it was a welcoming, warm smell. It was home.
We clung to each other in bed, resting after our exertions. Janet had found that her anus recovered from the assault of my cock within 24 hours so what had been sore yesterday was once again a thrilling sensation. Her love of anal sex had laid dormant all these years, unsuspected, unknown but then awakened on this island.
We spoke of our lives, Janet wondering what was to be when she returned home. She coaxed out of me some of my history and I found myself telling her of the Scandinavian holiday, the one just prior to my meeting her daughter.
Janet laid beside me as I told her about meeting the nudist family on the beach, their incestual relationship with their children, with my girlfriend and I ………. and …….. and…… oh all of it. Janet slowly stroked my cock as I spoke, absent mindedly dipping her mouth to my nipple to suck gently on me as she listened with rapt attention to my tale. I heard the sharp intake of breath as I reached the scene in the bathhouse, the Swedish woman licking Ruth as she was fucked in the arse. Then Janet kissed me passionately and demanded, “fuck me” and we became as one.
The next day I drove her to catch the early morning ferry. I stayed with her to see her off on the train. There were tears in her eyes as she leant out of the train door window to give me a last kiss. I watched the train as it curved out of the station and slowly turned back towards the ferry terminal.
There was one last twist to this tale ……….. as it turned out not the final twist but it did mark the end of the story of Janet on the island. I met the Hendersons in the pub a few days later. Sonia was once again very touchy feely and once again Brian beamed his smile as Sonia clung to my arm. “Would it be ok if we contacted Janet when we go back home” he asked. Now I had already told Janet that I suspected that this very question would come up and she had innocently responded, “that would be nice”. So that’s what I told them, “I have spoken with Janet about this very thing and she had said it would be nice”. “Oh you thought we’d ask” Sonia said. We three looked at each other and smiled. There was no misunderstanding as like recognises like.
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