Post Natal 2

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

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I drove to Gillian and Terry's house, they are Sarah's parents, that is to say my in-laws. I was dropping John, my seven month old son off for a little grandparent time. He was snoozing in the child seat in the back. I pulled up on their drive and as I was getting John out of the baby seat, Gillian opened their front door and came out.

"Oh bless him, he is so gorgeous," Gillian said, "come on in, the cot is ready, he can snooze in there whilst we have a cuppa."

I cradled John in my arms and followed her in and upstairs to the nursery, yes, they have a nursery just for John. I carefully placed John on the mattress and covered him with a blanket, he just slept on. Quietly I exited the nursery and went downstairs, finding Gillian in the kitchen.

"Tea?" she asked.

"Please."

Tea duly made we went into the sitting room and sat down.

"How are you, Matthew? Only you and Sarah never seem to come round anymore. Everything all right, Sarah doesn't seem to want to talk to me."

"Frankly Gillian, no, it isn't. I am thinking of filing for divorce."

"What? Why, what is the problem."

"It's delicate."

"For goodness sake, I am her mother Matthew, your mother in law, there should be nothing that you can't tell me."

"Okay, ever since we got the positive pregnancy test result she has refused to have relations with me, of any sort. First she said it would harm the baby, then after John was born she said she hurt. I cannot live a life without sex."

"Do you want me to talk to her, go to the doctors with her?"

"You can try, mum tried, and all she got was a load of abuse, and Sarah told my mum that if she were so concerned for me, that she should fuck me herself."

"Oh. That's a bit harsh, I assume she didn't actually mean it. So I mean there are other ways, you know, hand, mouth."

I cut her off, "she won't entertain them. She says lots of couples don't have sex and I should accept it."

"She is being ridiculous."

"I have spoken to a lawyer and I can divorce her on the grounds of unreasonable behaviour. I am contemplating it. Strongly."

"Is there no other way, have you considered a benefits friend, I know what I am suggesting, I am suggesting basically an affair?"

"I can't do that. I would want to go out with her, whoever she is, sit in a pub with her, go for meals with her, and I can't do that with Sarah at home."

"This is ridiculous, but I know how you feel. Terry and I don't."

"Oh, is there some kind of no sex revolution going on that I don't know about?"

"No. He has a problem, the tablets don't work, so that is it."

"So, like for me, this is a one sided thing. You want to, he can't, again, there are other ways, as you suggested, hand, mouth, or for you, you could use a toy, you know a rabbit."

"I've been using one for years, but they don't feel the same as the real thing, and no, he won't countenance any other options."

"What a pickle. Are you going to divorce him?"

"No. That would be cruel, too cruel I think."

"Other options, you know a friend with benefits perhaps?"

"No really practical though, is it?"

"Why not, you wash the bedding, not him."

"Oh that is a bit base Matthew."

"Yeah, sorry Gillian."

There was a moment of silence and then I changed the subject.

"When shall I come back for John?"

"Early evening?"

"Okay then, see you later." I headed off leaving my son in his doting grandmothers care. On the way back I called in to see mum, it had been a few days since I last called in.

I pulled onto my parents drive and tapped on their front door and opened it.

"Only me," I called stepping into the hall way.

"Hello darling," mum called from the kitchen.

I slipped my shoes off and walked through to the kitchen, mum was just putting a load in the washing machine, and was wearing what was becoming increasingly common for her, a simple robe. It was voluminous and I suspected there was nothing underneath it.

"How are you darling, any improvements?"

"I am fine and no there aren't. No change at all, I have spoken to a lawyer and I have grounds for a divorce. But I don't really want to do that. Not at the moment."

"And your old friend Annette, have you progressed things in that direction?"

"No, not really, we text each other a bit, but it is all very normal and friendly, not flirty if that is what you are asking."

"Good, that is a complication that you don't need, if you do go that way, then Sarah will have grounds to divorce you and you would probably not get custody."

"I know that. To be honest mum, Sarah shows little interest in John. I mean, she doesn't neglect him, but I wouldn't say that she dotes, if you know what I mean."

"I have seen that for myself when you all come here. She is very quick to hand him to me or your dad for cuddles and not keen to take him back. Oh dear, what a pickle. Coffee?"

"Oh, er, no thanks mum, I don't think I do."

Mum finished messing with the laundry and turned to me, walked over and we embraced, I do love an embrace with my mum, she is a really sexy woman."

"Your dad isn't here," she said.

"Yes, I gathered."

"Do you remember what I said the other day?"

"You said lots of things mum, which thing specifically."

"About if you went with another woman."

"Yes, I could hardly forget that mum."

"Well, have you?"

"No, of course not."

Mum undid the belt on her robe which fell open, still covering her boobs but her fanny was exposed. As I suspected she wore no underwear.

"Would you like some relief?" That sounded so clinical though.

"If you mean would you like me to take you to your bed and make you scream then yes, I would."

Mum walked past me and headed along the hallway to the stairs, I followed her like a dutiful son, or perhaps more like a puppy dog. In her bedroom mum pulled the quilt and cover back and took her robe off, I was still playing catch up in the undressing department. Mum was laying on the bed before I had all my clothes of, but soon enough I was there. I crawled up the bed between her legs, dipped forward and inhaled the aroma of her sex, my dick as hard as it has ever been.

I blew along her crease and then slid a finger in between, she was so wet my finger just slipped along, her inner lips folding around my finger as I moved. I leant forward and ran my tongue in her valley until I found her clitoris and as I started to lick, mum gasped and held her breath. I sucked her clitoral mound into my mouth and then licked at her clitoris, as my fingers delved deep into her body.

"Oh my god," she gasped, "Sarah is fucking stupid to turn this down."

Well I didn't disagree, but, as long as I was getting some from somewhere, I supposed I could survive my wife's lack of attention, and mum was as good an 'anywhere' as anyone one. I guess I was getting a little blasé about the whole thing. The truth was I would rather be shagging Sarah than my mum, but in this case I am a beggar and can't choose.

I pressed my fingers upwards as if trying to find the root of her clitoris from inside, and mum groaned with pleasure, her whole body seeming to stiffen as ai moved within her. I ease my mouth back and released her clitoris, ran my tongue down to her entrance and then moved my face away and my fingers out of her. I looked up at her face, she was staring down at me, her mouth open.

I moved up, covering her as I went and when I was eyeball to eyeball, I reached down, held my dick and lined it up with her fanny. I slowly pressed forward, my dick penetrating my mum slowly, my foreskin rolling back as I moved, my sensitive dick head now tingling as it scraped along her love canal. Mum's eyes were wider, her mouth more open. I kept pressing until my balls nestled on her thighs and I could push no more, she had taken my entire dick.

I do not have a porn star dick, I am seven inches long and just under two across, but it used to compare favourable in the changing rooms, not the biggest and not the smallest, and what I learned to do was give pleasure to my partner, and not simply shag for my own pleasure or relief.

I slowly pulled back, my foreskin unrolling and covering my dick head as I almost exited her body. I thrust back in quickly, a slap echoed around the room as my stomach crashed against hers; mum going 'woof' as I filled her. Slowly I pulled back out, mum's eyes growing wider and then as I was almost out, I pushed back in hard, another 'woof' from mum and then I started shagging her as fast as I could, the slaps sound filling her bedroom accompanied by her gasps and grunts.

"Shit, shit, shit," mum was gasping as I shagged, hard as I could, deep as I could, her fanny gripping my dick, pulsating around me, mum's fingers clutching at my back, digging in deep, the pain hiding behind the pleasures of the shag.

I felt the tension inside my dick root, the little build up before my climax, I knew I was close and then before I was fully aware, it arrived, my spunk shooting out of my dick fooding my mum's womb, and at that moment she screamed in my face, her own orgasm releasing, her fanny squeezing hard on my dick.

My dick softened and I eased back, her fanny releasing a fart sound as my dick left her. I rolled to her side and lay on my back.

"My God son, Jesus."

I said nothing, there was nothing I could add. My chest was heaving and I doubted anything I could say would add to the moment.

Later that evening I went back to pick up John from Gillian. Terry had gone to the pub for a quiz night.

"Hello you," I said to baby John, "have you been a good boy for Grandma?" He just gurgled and laughed as I cuddled him.

"Yes, he was very good, we played a lot, we watched In The Night Garden which he loves, and he had a nap, and he ate a whole jar of food. One code brown nappy and no messes anywhere. Oh, yes, he had one bottle of formula too. I expect he will sleep well tonight."

"Excellent, thank you Gillian, I think it is good for him to mix with as many of his relatives as he can, good for his development."

"I agree and we love having him. Oh, and by the way, could you pop around tomorrow morning, there is something I want to discuss if you can."

Well, that came as a surprise, I wondered what it was. "Okay, I have a zoom meeting at eleven, so need to be free by then, just after nine okay?"

"That will be perfect."

At home Sarah took John and changed his nappy and spent a few minutes rocking him till he fell asleep and then she put him in his cot. Hopefully a few hours before he woke up.

"How was mum," she asked.

"Oh, fine, she loves having him, as does my mum. She said he was a very good boy, one pooey nappy, and he ate a whole jar of baby food, and also had a bottle. They watched In The Nigh Garden."

"Yes he loves that, I don't know why, it seems gibberish to me."

"I agree, but it is very popular and babies and toddlers do seem to love it."

"Did she say anything else?"

"No, I don't think so." I wasn't going to go into what we had talked about, Sarah seems to get so wound up about it.

"Oh. Good."

"I was thinking, and please hear me out."

"Okay."

"I know that you will not consider sex, I accept that, but I have a suggestion that might save us."

"What?"

"Well, how about I, you know, go down on you, only on the outside, absolutely promise not to try and push anything inside, you know just lick your pleasure button."

"What about you?"

"Well, you could use your hand on me, but if you don't want to do that, after I have finished with you, you know, I could finish myself and you could watch."

"I don't know, I just know that won't be enough, you will want more."

"I promise that I will only do what you will let me do, and I will never try to push it."

"I'll think about it."

Well, at least it wasn't an outright no as it had been the last time I mentioned it. From what she had described it sounded to me as if her fanny had collapsed. I had read, somewhere, that could be treated, but she needed to go to see a doctor or that to happen, and she would not contemplate that now. If I could just get some sexual joy in her body, then that may change.

I slept okay, still dreaming of having sex with Sarah, and with my mum, very erotic, and when we awoke in the morning, Sarah was fussing between our bedroom and the ensuite, so I had little opportunity to take care of business.

After I had dressed I shouted goodbye to Sarah and then headed off to see what it was that Gillian wanted to talk about. Terry's car wasn't on the drive, so I assumed he was out. I pulled onto the drive and parked next to Gillian's Honda. I tapped the door and opened it walking in.

"Only me," I called.

"Come on up, I am in the bedroom," Gillian called back down to me.

I slipped my shoes off and went up. Gillian was sat before her dressing table, wearing a sun dress. She turned to face me.

"Hello Matthew, don't I get a kiss hello?"

I went across and bent to kiss her, just a peck, to be polite.

She held my head a kissed me back in a totally unexpected way, good grief. She let go and I pulled back.

"Now then Matthew, I thought about what you said yesterday and I have a suggestion, how about we benefit each other?"

I wasn't sure that she meant what my brain thought she meant. I had to be careful.

"What do you mean Gillian, benefit each other?"

"It is what you said yesterday, we are both in the same situation with our partners, and you talked about friends with benefits, that could be us, you and I."

"Oh."

"You don't sound very enthusiastic. Am I too old, too wrinkly, too fat?"

"Jesus God, no, none of those things, it is just your Sarah's mum, and well, I just never imagined. I mean she looks so much like you, just a little younger," I was being very careful with my words, "and I never fantasised about you, really, you are just mum, but well, why not?"

She stood up and faced me, taking the hem of her dress in her hands, she pulled the dress up over her head and stood naked before me. Shit, this was real.

I pulled my shirt over my head and pushed my trousers and underpants down as one, my dick springing free as my clothes went past.

I walked towards Gillian and took her face in my hands and kissed her, a proper kiss, my one hand on her buttocks, the other at her neck and I kissed with all the passion I could muster. She would have been aware of my hard dick pressing against her stomach.

She kissed back, her hands at my sides, pulling me to her, her tongue pressing past my lips, sighing erotically as we embraced. I teased at her buttocks, sliding my fingers between her cheeks, trying to go down and under to her honey pot, but I just couldn't quite reach. I pushed her gently to the bed and as we pulled apart she lay back on the bed, her legs apart, her sex gaping before my gaze. I knelt between her legs, leant forward and blew along her sex.

Her sex was an incredible sight, her inner lips tumbling out in grey folds just waiting to be licked. My tongue obliged, and as I moved between hr folded labia, they curled around my tongue, almost embracing me as I went.

"Oh God," Gillian murmured as I found her clitoris and ran my tongue over and around it, gently sucking it into my mouth and then softly nibbling it. My fingers ran along her crease, easing down to her valley and then to her entrance, circling her, each circle pressing in a little until I was pushing past her opening and was deep inside her.

"Fuck" Gillian gasped.

My fingers opened and moved within her. She had a number of ripples that seemed to go around her fanny, and rubbing my fingers over them gave her cause to moan with pleasure as my tongue played with her clitoris, my nose pressed hard against her mons, the trimmed garden tickling me.

I rocked my head so that my chin was pressing on my fingers, pushing them in and out as if we were shagging. Gillian's fingers were around my head, squeezing and holding me in place, as if to ensure I didn't leave. I licked and sucked and chewed her clitoris, each action eliciting a moan of pleasure and a squeeze of my head.

"Enough," Gillian gasped, I eased my face away and pulled my fingers from inside her and moved up to cover her, my face wet with her juices above hers, I pressed down and kissed her hard, smearing her juices onto her lips and face, my dick pressing around her entrance. Her hand took my dick and guided me to the proper place and I slowly exerted pressure and penetrated my mother in law with my dick, slowly moving until I was fully inside her.

She surprised me by wrapping her legs around my buttocks and pushing me into her as I pulled back. I increased my tempo, pushing as fast as I could, pulling back as fast as I could and all the time pushing in as far as I could until my stomach crashed against hers, slap, slap, slap.

Her grunts and groans increased as I moved faster, her body was tightening, I could feel the tensions in her. Her fanny was squeezing my dick as I moved, but too fast to really make much difference to me. Her fingernails in my back were beginning to distract, becoming painful as she dug deeper in.

She suddenly tensed, her back leaving the bed, nails really digging in and her legs flailed and then her heels were pressing at the mattress, she was close, so close. I pushed inside her as hard as I could and held, my balls tingling and my root squeezing, almost electrifying and as I spurted, filling her womb, I gasped out loud, and Gillian screamed her release, my dick squeezed hard by her fanny.

She slumped back onto the bed, my dick falling from her fanny, expelled by her fanny clamp. I pulled back and rolled over to lay by her side.

"Jesus," she gasped quietly, "Jesus, I have missed that."

"I didn't disappoint then?"

"Oh, no, you certainly didn't."

"Oh good, I am hoping that this isn't a one off."

"It is if Sarah relents and resumes normal marital relations, if not, well I am here when you need me."

"And or when you need my services."

"There is that. Yes."