My wife Anna received her diagnosis almost two years ago; since then our lives have been a constant round of surgeries and treatment programmes in between. With two small children and a business to run, those lives would've fallen apart without the help and support of our families, not least Anna's parents, Tony & May.
We'd visited the Consultant again last Tuesday and could finally see light at the end of our tunnel; he confirmed that Anna was finally clear, that the treatments were over and it was now just a case of her recovering her strength. Anna's not, nor ever will be 'as good as new', but we can at least now look toward to a future together with our kids and that primarily was what Saturday was about.
To show the kids that their Mum was 'all better again', Anna was taking them to the zoo and adventure park alone; just the three of them, though as ever, there were helping hands at work in the background: Grandad Tony 'just happened' to be passing twenty minutes before they were due to depart and it was the kids themselves who suggested that he ought to drive them there as that would reduce their carbon footprints; they've been learning all about those in school and are big on carbon footprints.
Afterwards, as the park was near to May & Tony's house, Grandpa would collect them and drive them back there for tea -- courtesy of Nana May -- while I would drive across to join them and bring them back home afterwards; we didn't mention the carbon footprint of my journey.
Tony duly delivered them to the zoo, ostensibly drove away, but ten minutes later returned to a shady spot in the car park, where he spent the day with some sandwiches and a good book; readily to hand if Anna found she couldn't cope.
My own day would be spent compiling our Company's tax return, or to be more specific, completing last years overdue tax return. The tax office too -- despite their general bad press -- had lent us a helping hand: We'd had to make an on account payment, but they'd granted us a six month deferral on submitting our full accounts in light of Anna's health issues, on the basis that she was the registered Company Secretary and Financial Director.
That'd progressed well, better than hoped and I was already down to the bits and pieces, before a final re-check when I stopped for lunch at around 1:15 pm. I was in the kitchen clearing up from that when I heard the front door; not the bell, but the door itself, opening and re-closing. A moment later Nana May walked into the kitchen and I suppose that my first thought was evident in my expression.
"Don't worry Jack, all's well with Anna; she's been sending Tony 'thumbs-up' text messages every half hour and he relayed the latest one to me not ten minutes ago. No, I spoke to Tony on the phone around midday and we decided that it'd perhaps be easier if I came over and made a meal for everyone here; it saves you schlepping across this afternoon and more importantly, if Anna's exhausted, we can get the kids into bed on time and she can go herself five minutes later."
I nodded and smiled my agreement, thinking I should've perhaps thought of that myself; then May continued:
"So how are things going with you?"
"Fine, the tax return's going great; I should easily have it wrapped up and submitted by tomorrow evening, maybe even by tonight."
"No! I wasn't asking about the damned tax return. How are YOU, in yourself? Tuesday's meeting with the Doctor must've been a heavy blow?"
I knew what May was referring to and shouldn't really have been surprised that Anna had confided in her mother: "Not really, we've always known it was a possibility, more like a probability unless Anna underwent yet more surgery and we'd agreed a while ago that Anna's been through enough without that..."
It was May's turn to respond with a smile -- albeit a sad one -- and a nod, whereafter I concluded:
"It's hardly a new problem for us anyway, we've worked around it for more than two years already, so we'll carry on just the same."
May's reply surprised me, not at all what I would've expected from my prim, conservative mother-in-law; perhaps in conversation with Anna, but certainly not with me: "Are you sure about that? It's one thing to rely on a strong right-wrist when you can see an end to the problem, but when you know it'll be forever... It's four years since Tony's prostate problems began so I know something about... frustration and I'm a middle aged woman; I suspect that for a young and no doubt still virile man like yourself it might be much worse?"
I didn't reply, my eyes certainly dropped -- I couldn't meet May's -- and perhaps I did give a nod of agreement to her concerns. In that hiatus May stepped forward and if she'd surprised me a minute earlier, now she left me gobsmacked! May's hand went directly to my crotch, gently cupping my balls before sliding upward and more firmly along the full length of my cock, her fingers tracing it's outline through my jeans.
"Would it help..., to know that you could... call upon someone to lend you a discrete hand in that department?"
I couldn't reply, hell I couldn't even breathe! My legs were shaking as May's right hand continued to stroke back and forth along my prick and thereby achieve the inevitable result.
