Finding Jan

Part 3 of my finding Jan series. As with my previous chapters, this is entirely fictitious. All characters are over 18.

I heard her keys jiggle in the lock and butterflies filled my stomach. I realized that for all my waiting, all my nervous anticipation, I hadn't actually contemplated what I was going to say or do.

Should I run to the door for a passionate embrace? Do I sit on the couch nonchalantly watching the game? Do I put my Mee Ho shorts back on?

I became dizzy, my thoughts enveloped in a thick fog. I had to make a choice. I could feel the sweat bead up on my brow. I had the urge to go to the bathroom.

Decision time buddy, decision time. Who's it going to be greeting Jan? Mr. Cool, Mr. Shy Schoolboy, Mr. Stud?

The door opened and closed and I heard her footsteps on the tile floor in the mudroom. They were getting louder and louder and she got closer and closer. In a near panic, I stood in the kitchen, paralyzed, anxious, empty and yet somehow still exploding with emotion and confusion.

Suddenly she appeared before me and I locked eyes with her.

"Jan... hi...uhhh, uhhhh."

Be cool, brother, be cool.

"Uhhh"

"Uhhh"

"Have you seen my brown gold toe sock?"

What? What the fuck was that? "Have you seen my brown gold toe sock?" Did I seriously just ask that?

That's the best I could come up with?

Mr. "Great at Thinking on his Feet" came up with, "Have you seen my brown gold toe sock?" I wanted to punch myself in the face.

As I said it, I gave her an awkward half-cocked smile.

Jan had had a sweet smile on her face which was now slowly vanishing as the neurons in her brain fired off processing what I had said. Her lips pursed themselves, her eyes squinted, her eyebrows raised and she slowly looked up to the heavens. Her tongue touched her top lip and receded back into her mouth, as her head gently shift from left to right, to left again.

"Ummm, no" she asked quizzically, letting the tone in her voice rising to extend the "o" in "no", making her confusion quite clear.

"I'm sorry, I haven't."

"Ohhh, OK. No biggie. I'm sure they will turn up," I said.

As I looked at her in my horror, she realized what happened and looked at me soft eyes and radiant warmth.

I looked down at the floor, as my mind reset itself. Whatever that first moment should have been, it wasn't, but the look on her face told me it was OK. Jan always understood.

Totally ignoring what had just happened, she asked me how my day was, as if it should have been a day like any other. You know, a normal day, where you get a blowjob from your mother-in-law and play with her breasts.

My eyes slowly wandered up from the floor, heading toward her face. I took her all in. Her Birkenstock sandals, revealed her neatly painted toe nails. She was wearing shorts and as I thought about it, I knew those shorts well. They were my favorite pair on her and I hadn't actually even realized I had a favorite pair. They were snug, not tight, but snug. Snug enough that you could make out her tiny waist. Snug enough that you could see the crack in her butt cheeks. They were sexy as hell.

But, the pièce de résistance, as usual, were her breasts. The shirt she had on was nothing special, but it hugged her curves and you could see just how massive they were. The way they curved out to the sides of her body, the way they heaved when she spoke. They were magical. She was wearing a bra, much to my dismay, but it was a shear, light bra, not heavy and padded. This bra could do little to control their movement and had zero ability to create a sense of modesty, if that was the goal of some bras. I suppose the only function of a bra like that was to satisfy the societal demand of having to put one on in the first place.

Finally, I reached her eyes and gave her a big smile. A smile that tried to ask "are we cool?", "did we have fun?", "can we do it again?", "I'll do it if you do it, but you need to give me a sign".

Instead, she returned my smile with one of her own, but it answered none of my questions.

It appeared no sign was forthcoming.

Jan began to tell me about her day. Shopping at different malls, a light lunch with a friend, blah, blah. She was torturing me.

I finally tried to get slightly aggressive and in an assertive voice called her name to get her attention, "Jan!".

She stopped what she was saying and understood exactly what was happening.

Jan smiled at me again and said "Not now Brett. Let's get the car unpacked and figure out what we're going to do for dinner".

What could I do? There was no point in pressing the issue. Jan had other plans and I didn't see the point in asserting myself any further right then.

The car was loaded with stuff. Looked like food and she'd bought herself some clothing. I loved when she did my food shopping. My beloved wife, Lara, was definitely "a shopper" and there was no doubt where it came from.

With the bags unloaded and the fridge and cabinets full, the question became what to eat. Should we begin to raid the full fridge or order in? Cooking didn't seem all that appealing, however, so La Malestar Estomacal it was.

With dinner ordered, I walked into the den, where Jan was sitting on the couch. I couldn't take it anymore.

Deciding to take matters into my own hands, I sat down right next to Jan, leaving no doubt in her mind where I intended to take things. The time for patience had passed.

Facing her on the couch, I extended my right hand toward the side of her head and gently ran my hand through her hair, until I was holding her head.

I looked at her with love in my eyes, "Jan, about last night."

She immediately interrupted me and said "last night was very special, but that doesn't mean it was a good idea." She continued explaining that she knew I was hurting and lonely and that perhaps the alcohol had liberated her more than it should have, but that she didn't think a sexual relationship with her son-in-law was a good idea.

I pushed back. I explained that the night had been very special to me and that I appreciated her warmth and tenderness. I told her I didn't know if it was a good idea or not, but that it had happened and meant something to me.

My passions were almost overwhelming me. Deep down, I think I loved her. All the years we had known each other, all the conversations, all the time spent together. The grief, the morning, the lives so deeply intertwined. I really thought I was in love, but I was also confused. Was it love, was it just two-lives brought close together through tragedy. I really didn't know. I was a mess.

Jan told me she understood, but her decision was final. There would be nothing like last night again.

I feigned resignation because I wasn't really prepared to give up yet.

As I told her I understood, the doorbell rang. Mexican food was here. Running to the wine cellar, I grabbed the bottle of 1961 Chateau Lafite I had opened a little while earlier to let it breathe. Nothing goes with storefront Mexican food like Lafite.

I decided to forget about everything else and enjoy the meal, just as I would have on any other night. We laughed, talked about the news, and even managed to tell a few good stories about Lara and her dad.

After cleaning up from dinner and opening another bottle of wine, we moved to the den. Jan turned on the tv and I sat down next to her again. I didn't even want to pretend for one second that I was going to restrain myself. Reaching up with both hands, on either side of her face, I pulled her in close for a kiss. I held her as our lips locked, running my hands down her back and pulling our bodies together. She resisted for only a second and then wrapped her arms around me.

As our tongues danced, I could feel the heft of her breasts on my body. It only served to turned me on more.

She let a groan, let me go and pushed away from me.

With anger in her voice she said "No! This isn't right. It's wrong! We can't do this and I won't do this! I don't care how much I. . . ." With her voice trailing off, she got up and walked toward the guest suite.

She was no doubt stern, but my instinct was that she wasn't nearly as angry with me as she was with herself. That she had let herself down. That her attempt at charting what she thought was the morally and ethically correct course was harder to follow than she had hoped. There was passion in that kiss. She knew it and so did I.

With my cock reduced to a chubb, I made my way to her room. She had left the door open and was sitting on the settee, staring blankly into space.

I slowly walked into the room and she wondered aloud, "what's happening to me? we can't do this."

I sat down beside her and told her "we can do whatever we want to do". In that moment, I knew I had her. An appeal to her freewill was enough for her to consign ethics and morals to the dustheap.

I embraced her again and our lips met. Holding her close, our tongues once again danced the dance with each other.

Our hands invaded each other's bodies. Her breasts were magnificent and with each squeeze of them, more blood made its way to my cock. I lifted her shirt and quickly took off her bra. Although I had played with them the night before, she had been laying down. Now, with her sitting, I could see them hang free and they were a sight. Large, bulbous, full and heaving. Her areolas were a medium pink and nipples were long and hard.

I put both hands underneath them and lifted them up, as though weighing them. We smiled at each other. She was no doubt proud of them and it seemed to me that the sight of a man taking pleasure in holding them as I was, was a sight she'd seen before in her life.

With my shirt already off, I stood up in front of her. Unbuckling my belt, her eyes were laser focused on my crotch. She took a breath and licked her lips as I unbuttoned my pants and lowered the zipper.

Grabbing my shorts and underwear at the same time, I pulled them down, freeing my dick from the solitary confinement of my underwear.

Her eyes bulged as she saw my cock. It'd only been 24 hours since she had sucked on it, but it was like she was seeing it again for the first time.

An enormous smile came across her face. All I saw in her eyes was sheer joy.

She leaned toward me in order to put it in her mouth, but I had other plans.

"No," I said. "You'll go first. You need this."

It took her a split second to realize I was repeating her own words back to her.

I reached down and grabbed her hand, guiding her to stand. I unbutton, unzipped and had her naked in seconds.

I set her back down on the settee and laid on top of her and began to kiss her lips, her cheek and neck, while my hand squeezed her ass.

I made my way to her ear and began to nibble on her lobe. Her whole body tensed up and then shuddered with excitement. I knew what she was feeling. It doesn't work that way for everyone, but when my ear is nibbled, it's like a straight line is made from my ear to my cock or, in Jan's case, her pussy. I nibbled on her lobe, letting my tongue follow the curve of her ear, making its way into the canal and back out.

Running my hand to her pussy, she was soaking wet already.

I slowly began to lower my head down her body. As my right hand squeezed her tit, my mouth made its way to her left nipple.

I swirled my tongue, feeling it get harder. Now, squeezing that same breast with my left hand, I began to suck on the nipple, as a baby to a tit.

She moaned with complete abandonment. Switching to suck on her right tit, I squeezed her nipple hard. She let out a gentle, horny scream, that told me she liked it. In the back of my mind, I made a mental note she might like it rough, but even if that was true, I'd save that for another night.

Returning to my sucking, I began to feel her swollen vagina. I played with her vagina just enough to keep it dripping, but Jan was going to get the real show with my tongue and I didn't want to overdo it.

I gave her tits some last goodbye kisses and then, slowly, very slowly, began to kiss my way down her belly. I was eager to get to my destination, but willed myself to take my time and continue building her anticipation.

Her skin was soft, with firm muscles underneath. I gently kissed her all over, while rubbing her clit. Her body was writhing and I could only imagine what would happen when my tongue arrived.

Finally, her pussy was right in front of me. It was gorgeous. Neatly trimmed to a small landing strip. Her little tufts of her, perfectly pruned, He lips were tight and plump. Her clit, nestled in between them at the top. No sign of an Arby's Double R Bar burger.

I put my nose close to her and breathed in deeply, just as I would with a glass of wine. She smelled sweet, with a slight hint of musk in the background. I couldn't wait for my treat. I couldn't wait to settle in for the long haul. I hoped this long haul would end better than the one for the driver of the Freightliner Cascadia that killed Lara had.

I kissed her right inner thigh and she cooed with delight. I made small kisses up that thigh, over her pubic bone and then down her left thigh. She was practically jumping off the couch.

Then, I let my tongue out and slowly ran it up her thigh, where her leg met her torso, over pubic bone again and back down the other leg.

Pulling her body closer to the edge of the couch, I pushed her knees toward her chest. Now, her whole groin was exposed to me.

My tongue ran down her right leg, across her taint and back up the left.

The circles I was making were getting smaller and smaller, but I intentionally avoided hitting the bullseye. I wanted to torture her a bit.

With her anticipation driving her mad, Jan grabbed my head. I knew I had to give her the relief she so desperately wanted.

From the bottom, I put my tongue on her lips, as gently as I could, making the barest of contact. I licked up to her clit and swirled my tongue back down again. Up and down I went, with each pass, my tongue getting more insistent on her lips.

Pushing her legs even closer to her body, I continued to lick up and down, but going a bit further down with each pass. At first I licked her taint for just a second, but gradually I increased the time. Emboldened by her moaning, I let my tongue graze over her asshole.

It was a beautiful asshole. A medium pink, like her nipples. Perfectly star shaped, perfectly tight. I wondered if anything had even been in there.

I went back up again, but given no sense of a complaint from her during my first foray with her asshole, I went back down and licked it in earnest. Jan's moaning only got louder as my tongue violently circled her hole. Spreading her cheeks apart, i tried to force my tongue into her. Her body became spasmodic.

Licking back up her lips, I finally took her clit in my mouth and she reflexively clamped my head like a walnut in her thighs. There was a brief second where I thought I might die. "Death by cunninlingus"... that's be a helluva a thing to see on a death certificate.

Taking mercy on me, Jan relaxed her grip and I got back to work. My lips pulled her clit into my mouth, while my tongue fluttered over the hood of her clit.

She tasted heavenly. It was like eating a watermelon Now and Later. I knew then that no matter how long this lasted, I was going to devote myself to eating this woman's pussy for as long as humanly possible.

Jan began to scream, "yes! yes! yes!" "Harder! harder! harder!"

I was giving it everything I could with my mouth, so I brought my hand to her pussy. I pressed a finger into her hole. She was so wet, it practically fell inside of her. How many could she take, I wondered. There was only one way to find out.

With sounds of my own sucking and her moans in the air, I pressed a second finger inside of her. The moaning only got louder.

I was aggressively finger banging her and her only response was to call out for more. So a third finger made its way inside of her. How many could she take? Frankly I was going for something a bit romantic with her, but she gave no sign of letting up and only wanting more.

As she practically screamed with delight, I realized there was only one thing left to do. I sucked furiously on her clit, as I pulled my hand outside of her. Should I go for the six pack or not? There was only one answer.

With her pussy a raging torrent of fluids dripping down her body, I pressed my ring finger against her asshole. Her asshole and entire body compressed for a second and then relaxed. I knew when I'd received the greenlight for ass play and that was it. Pressing my finger harder, she relaxed her muscles and invited me in. I slowed down the pace of my clit sucking to match the gentle intensity of pushing my finger into her ass.

I tenderly finger fucked her asshole, until I knew she was completely relaxed. Then, and only then, did I make my index and middle fingers rigid and once again enter her pussy.

I thought her moaning and screaming had been intense before, but apparently, I hadn't seen anything yet.

She asked for "more, more more," "harder, harder, harder".

I increased the intensity on her clit, while finger banging her as hard as I could.

Her body continued to writhe in ecstasy.

Our bodies were moving in total sync. I didn't imagine she could last much longer.

"Fuck me," she said. "Fuck my pussy." "Fuck my asshole."

Those words were magic.

Up and down her body went, become increasingly tense and I knew she was close.

Finally, in one last heave, her body gave way.

She was a squirter. I lapped at her pussy and she soaked my face. The pungent smell of her fluids, thick on my lips.

I kept licking and fucking her with my hands, but our pace began to slow. I didn't like abrupt endings to my blowjobs and I doubted she liked them when being eaten out.

It must have taken a long 60 seconds to have her body come to a complete rest.

I inched my way back up the settee and laid next to. Holding her. Caressing her. Loving her.

As I kissed her neck, I held her breast, a nipple between my fingers. She reached back, gently holding my cock until we fell asleep.