Daughter in Law Has a Need

Thank you for reading my story, I hope that you enjoy it. Love Mica xx, Yorkshire England.

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Please note that I am a British female, and I write in British English and vernacular, so for me a fanny is the correct term for female genitalia, a pussy is a pet cat and the ass is a bum or arse.

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Mary, my wife, was in the kitchen getting the lamb ready to roast. My son Jack and his wife Amelia were coming over for lunch. They would be bringing our grandson Brian and to our delight, Brian would stay with us overnight, and then Jack or Amelia would pick him up tomorrow afternoon.

We would get a whole twenty four hours with Brian, it gave them a break, but importantly for Mary and me it gave us bonding time. It also meant, as he got older, it would be easier on Brian if ever he needed to stay with us for a few days. Well, you just never know what is in the future.

Mary had prepped the lamb, studded it with rosemary and a dusting of garlic salt. Yorkshire batter was resting, potatoes peeled and coming to the boil, ready to be roughed up and then roasted. Greens were a hispi cabbage and some peas. I think we were having some honey roasted carrots too. For desert Mary had made a strawberry flan. It was going to be a good lunch. Brian had the same as us, just a bit mashed.

The front door opened and I rushed to grab my grandson, he gurgled and laughed. He is walking but doesn't really have any words yet, but they will come. I took Brian from Amelia and tickled him as I cuddled him. He laughed and then I put him down and he toddled off into the kitchen to see Mary, "incoming," I shouted to give Mary the heads up that he was on his way.

I went and sat in the conservatory, Jack and Amelia followed and they grabbed the sofa, I was in the armchair opposite.

"You good?" I asked.

"Yes pops, all good," Jack answered, Amelia simply smiled.

"Oh well, after your Mum has given you your feast, you two can go home and have some alone time, just the two of you, whilst we play with Brian. You can relax with each other without having to worry about a toddler."

"Thanks pops, we'll probably just sleep, he is waking up in the night, teething we think, so we aren't getting a lot of quality sleep at the moment," Jack said.

I noticed that Amelia was quiet, perhaps she was just tired from a disturbed night, she was usually more chatty. I looked across to her from Jack and noticed her skirt was a little awry and I could see her white knickers, I immediately looked away, but her face showed me that she knew where I had looked. I expected her to put her knees together, but she didn't.

Brian toddled in, a bottle in his hands. He came across to me and put his arms up, he wanted a cuddle. That was the end of any conversations I may have thought I was going to have. I scooped him up and he lay across me his bottle firmly plugged into his mouth.

Mary came in, "It's all on the go, Lunch will be in about an hour," she said, "right mister," she said coming across to me, "give me my grandson."

Brian put his arms up to Mary and she took him and swung him on her hips as he chugged on his milk. It was perfect, and I knew that my face was beaming and as I looked around, again my eyes fixed on Amelia's knickers. Again I knew she saw me looking.

Brian wanted to get down onto the floor, and Mary gently deposited him on the floor. He put his milk down and went wandering off, Jack got up and followed him, Amelia watched him go and then turned to me and winked and smiled.

Mary sat on the sofa next to Amelia and looked across at me and smiled, it was a happy house when our grandson was in residence. We all chatted, Brian wandering in and out, Jack having closed the kitchen door so Brian couldn't get in there where there were hot pans and other things he could hurt himself on. Brian happily toddled back and forth, occasionally stopping for a guzzle of his drink.

"Do you think Brian might get a brother or sister anytime soon," I asked Amelia. Oh dear that seemed to be the wrong question, her face darkened and she scowled.

"Maybe," she said, "we will have to see."

"Good fun practising though," Mary chimed in laughing, again a scowl from Amelia. How odd.

"Oh yes, lots of practice," I added, "especially when the Grandies have the little monster, and you are all alone." I smiled across at Mary and Amelia and watched Jack as he played with Brian on the floor, seemingly oblivious to the adult conversation going on.

After Jack and Amelia had eaten, they hugged and kissed us and went home, leaving Brian with us. Brian was a little grumpy, so I took him up to the nursery, changed him and put him in his cot for a nap. He cried for a moment and then settled down and his eyes closed. I checked that the baby monitor was on and went down to help Mary in the kitchen with the clearing up.

"Great lunch baby," I said to Mary, "that lamb was superb."

"Yes, thank you, Jack enjoyed it. Did you think Amelia was a little quiet today?"

"Funnily enough, I did. Oh well, let's hope there is no trouble in paradise."

"Indeed, oh well, at least they have got some time to their selves and they can do what ever they want without a baby disturbing them."

"Indeed." I wondered if that was where Amelia's problems lay. Did one of them want alone time for shagging and the other didn't. I recalled how difficult it was for Mary and I to get quality bedroom time when Jack was a baby, and his sister Catherine too for that matter, but, we managed, we found time for sex, that was important to us both. We may not be as prolific now, but we still found time to enjoy each other. Unlikely whilst Brian was here though.

Brian woke up in the night, probably around three, Mary went in and gave him some milk, changed his nappy and settled him down, he soon went off to sleep again. I rolled over and cuddled Mary when she got back into bed and we soon went off to sleep ourselves.

I heard Brian crying at around six, so got up, put my robe on and went into the nursery. Brian was standing up in his cot, looking very annoyed. I smiled and laughed and tickled him and then hoisted him out and changed his nappy, dropping his night clothes into the washing hamper, dressed him and took him down.

He sat on the kitchen floor whilst I made him a bottle, that would do for now, he would have his breakfast later, and then we went into the lounge to watch some TV. In the Night Garden is his current favourite, but to me that just looks like a drugs trip, it is weird and bizarre and Brian loves it.

Mary got up at around eight and relieved me of my grandparental duties and I relaxed. I went up and showered and dressed before going back down to see how they were getting on. Brian was eating porridge, some went in his mouth, some on his hair, and some on his bib. The usual, I laughed and gave Mary a kiss and went to make coffee.

The day progressed and Brian played, napped, cried a little, and generally was an absolute star, all too soon it was three and Amelia came to pick him up. He was napping so we left him to sleep, Amelia said she was in no rush. Mary made some teas, and then she went back into the kitchen to sort out some laundry she had being doing, leaving Amelia and me alone in the conservatory.

"How are you today Amelia? You seemed, oh I don't know, a little off yesterday."

"Oh, you know, it was the question, it just threw me."

"What question?"

"The one about a brother or sister for Brian."

"Oh crumbs, sorry, was it a bit to personal? I do apologise."

"Don't be silly John, no, it is just that, well, there are certain things that have to take place for that to happen, and they just are not taking place."

I must have looked confused.

"To put it bluntly John, we have to actually fuck, and Jack is not interested. In fact, you looking at my knickers was the most interest anyone has shown in me for a long time."

"Oh. God, I didn't realise. They were nice knickers by the way."

She laughed, "well," she said, "had I known that you would show so much interest, perhaps I would have worn my sheer knickers."

"Oh my God Amelia, I would have enjoyed that view, that is for sure. Has Jack indicated why he is not interested?"

"I don't think he wants more kids. He has found Brian more difficult than he expected, and to have another, well, no, I don't think he does."

"God almighty, how does he cope with the stress? I mean, well Mary and I do it, you know, quite often shall we say. I couldn't go weeks without."

"Months John, months."

"My God, my balls would explode. I would be using my hand all the time."

"As do I."

"Do you think he is having an affair?"

"No; one, he doesn't really have the opportunity, and two, there is no sexual activity evidence in his underpants."

"Bloody hell, there would be plenty in mine."

"And mine." She looked at me intently, and then pointedly at my crotch, and I realised, at that point, that our conversation had given me a hard on. Oh well, we are having an adult conversation, adult things will occur.

As I looked across at Amelia I noticed her knickers, she had parted her knees and I looked. She saw me looking and smiled.

"Had I known before, I would have worn these yesterday," she said, her knees widening further.

Her knickers were not so much sheer as transparent. I could clearly see her fanny as if she were not wearing knickers. Her gash was apart and her inner lips showing, a mixture of grey and pink, and my dick lurched even more.

At that point Mary came in.

"Oh thank goodness that is done," she said as she sat next to Amelia, Amelia shuffling in her seat and her knees were no longer parted and my view was gone. "Laundry is such a chore sometimes, and Brian gets through so many clothes in the short time he is here."

"Tell me," Amelia said, "if his nappy leaks then it is a whole change of clothes too, and size 6 are too small and size 7 are too big, so we try to keep on top of it."

"As do we," Mary said.

"Ah, I can hear our boy," I said, "I'll just nip up and change him." I thought it would give me a chance to adjust myself and ease my discomfort.

"No, I'll do it," Mary said and got up and was gone.

I had no choice but to try and adjust things through my clothing. Amelia smiled as she watched me and then parted her knees once more. I know it was just a show, but it still got my mind whirling, nothing would come of it, but at least it made Amelia feel a little better in herself. My dick simply got harder; I could only hope that Mary was amenable after Amelia had gone.

After Amelia and Brian had gone Mary went back to the kitchen, I followed her, turned her round and kissed her, pushing her against the work surface. She kissed back and then her hand reached down and gripped my dick.

"Oh, yes," she said, "what's all this about?"

"You sweetheart, you know that you drive me wild."

"Well, you can't have both. If we do that, then I am not going to be making dinner."

"A diet is a good idea; I am still full of yesterday's wonderful dinner."

"We had better go upstairs then," Mary said, releasing my dick and heading towards the hallway and our stairs.

In our bedroom Mary shut the bedroom door after me, I don't know why she does that, she always has, even when there are only the two of us in the house. A throwback to when the kids lived at home I supposed.

I had already unbuttoned and removed my shirt and was loosening my belt when Mary turned and undid her skirt letting it fall to the floor. Her fanny was faintly outlined in her knickers and that got me even harder. She undid and removed her blouse and put her hands behind her to undo her bra.

"No, let me," I said, stepping out of my trousers and moving in front of her. I bent and kissed her and put my arms around her back, finding and undoing the catch on her bra. Her boobs sagged, she is no spring chicken anymore, her boobs no longer live at the top of her chest, as my dick now points forwards rather than upwards. We get old.

I pulled her bra off and knelt before her, my nose at her crotch taking in her aroma, oh my it just made me harder still. I put my hands in the waist of her knickers and eased them down over her thighs and to the floor for her to step out of. I kissed her fanny, my hands holding her buttocks apart, my tongue deep in her gash, her flavour divine.

"Enough," Mary gasped and stepped away, picking her clothes up and putting them on her chair and then laying on the bed. God she is gorgeous. She has matured into a real beauty and I absolutely adore every inch of her. I left my clothes on the floor and joined her on the bed, once more my face at her crotch, my tongue running past her lips, enjoying the feel of them as they flexed and wiped against me.

Her taste was slightly salty, and perhaps a little umami, it really got me going, she suspects, but doesn't know for sure, that I sometimes wank with a pair of her used knickers over my nose, her aroma drives me wild.

I explored her entrance with my fingers, pushing past her opening and feeling her hot inside, wet with arousal, pulsing, squeezing and compressing my fingers as I sucked her clitoris into my mouth and flicked at it with my tongue. In my mind I was going down on Amelia, this was her fanny I had my fingers in. Would she taste the same as Mary I wondered.

She was gasping, her body tensing, her head rolling backwards, her neck tight as I looked up at her through the gap between her breasts, wishing I could kiss her mouth at the same time as her fanny, sadly I only have one head and one mouth.

My fingers inside her, I eased my mouth away and moved up, suckling at her right breast, her nipple in my mouth, my teeth gently tugging at her nipple, my lips feeling the little bumps on her areola.

I left her breast and moved up to her mouth and pressed my lips against hers, her flavour now on her mouth as well as her fanny. As my tongue pressed in, my fingers widened inside her fanny, opening and closing like scissors, she gasped and mumbled something into my mouth as our tongues played tig.

"Aahh," She gasped and her fanny squeezed my fingers hard, her arms were around my back, squeezing hard, fingernails digging in, and I guessed she had orgasmed. She held my shoulders and pushed me away.

"A moment" she said as I rolled to lay at her side. She rolled to her knees and elbows and shuffled down the bed, a hand grasping my dick and squeezing it tight, her knuckles going white as she squeezed. It was my turn to gasp.

I lay back, my eyes closed, using my minds eye to watch what she was doing. She pulled my foreskin down, pulling it over my glans and letting it bunch under my rim. She ran her tongue around the edge of my rim, and pleasures coursed through me, I was gasping, my breath held somewhere in my chest.

Her mouth surrounded my glans, her tongue hot as it licked at my piss hole, sucking, tasting any bead of precum that dared to show. Her hand began to move along my shaft, wanking as she sucked, my pressures building, my pleasures flowing, my senses overwhelmed with pleasure and want.

I pulled her away, I could not last much longer, and as she lay down, I rolled over and straddled her, my legs between hers, my dick at her entrance. She reached down and took my dick and slid it up and down her gash and then lined me back up.

I pushed, my dick penetrated, went through her opening and I plumbed her depth, my balls resting between her thighs, my eyes fixed on hers. I kissed her as my dick withdrew, my foreskin covering my glans, she gasped into my kiss, and I held at her entrance once more.

I thrust, she gasped, my foreskin bunching, my rim scraping along her insides, my pleasures running throughout my body, my balls twitching and a deep inside pinch at the root of my dick, Mary gasped long and loud. I began moving at a steady pace, my pubis slapping against her mons, Mary gasping at each slap.

My buttocks were flexing as I shagged, my balls swayed, and Mary's boobs bobbled on her chest. I slowed a little, my thrusts still deep, my uncovered glans pressing against her depth when I pushed fully in, and my foreskin covering my glans as I pulled back as far as her entrance.

"Oh yes husband," Mary gasped as I struck a steady but slower rhythm, "yes."

I could feel that little pain in my root, the pinch as I call it, my balls tightened and I knew I was close. Mary's fingers dug deep into my shoulders and her fanny clenched and she screamed. My balls let loose and my orgasm rolled through me, my dick spurting deep inside her, as my balls emptied.

Mary was, as usual, at the charity shop where she volunteers one day a week. She leaves home around nine and gets back at four. I usually do all the food preparation ready, and then Mary cooks it when she has got home and had washed and changed.

I was sat in the conservatory drinking a tea and scrolling through a few reels on my iPad when the door knocked once and then opened.

"Only me," Amelia said.

"In here," I called. Brian would usually go to nursery on Tuesdays, and if nursery was closed, then he sometimes stayed here Monday, or went to Amelia's mums for the day.

Amelia came through. "Hope you don't mind me popping in," she said. "I've just dropped Brian off at nursery and I thought I might continue our discussion of yesterday."

"Of course, you are always welcome here. Would you like a cup of tea?"

"Thank you, no thank you, I've not long finished one." She sat down opposite me, her knees firmly together, I can't help but be disappointed. She looked at my eyes and where I was looking and smiled. "Wait," she said.

"I have an issue, as I said, Jack will not have sex with me."

"No, you said, no idea why he is being like that, I wouldn't be like that if I were your husband."

"But I am a woman in my prime and I have needs."

"I can understand that Amelia, addressing those needs could be problematic."

She opened her knees and her crotch came into view.

"As you can see, Sunday was cotton, yesterday was sheer. Today..."

"... is non existent." I finished her sentence for her, my eyes focussed on her bare naked fanny, glistening under her skirt.

"I had hoped that you would appreciate my gesture."

"Hell yes."

"I was worried that you might send me away."

"Why the hell would I do that?"

"Because I am married to your son and I am behaving in a way that some would call improperly."

"You have mitigating circumstances."

"Yes." She leant back into the sofa and began to slowly undo the buttons on her blouse, and as the blouse parted I could see that she was not wearing a bra. It seemed her whole attire was a skirt and a blouse.

"I wondered," she said as her blouse lay undone, parted, but still covering her breasts, "if you might be in a position to assist me."

I looked once more at her fanny, and then up to her open blouse, and smiled. "I would be happy to assist you in any way." I said.

"Let's go upstairs," Amelia said, and as she stood her blouse briefly opened fully and for just a moment I had a view of her naked breasts.

I put my mug down, locked my iPad and followed Amelia up to my bedroom. Mary hadn't changed the bed since she and I shagged yesterday, and so, any 'evidence' could be referred to that session, and not anything that might happen today. Amelia stood in front of the bed and shucked her blouse off as I was undoing my belt.

I looked at her bare back as I stepped out of my trousers and underpants, and by the time I had pulled my polo shirt off and was naked, I was staring at my son's wife's naked rear view. Her bottom crease turning into a dent at her waist, and then following her spine up to her neck. Her buttocks were rounded and sat beautifully above her legs.