Son-in-Law Lets It Go

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

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My daughter Crimson had left her husband Craig, it seems she found a different man at work that she preferred, and she just up and left one day. Luckily, they had no children, or perhaps that is why she left, could have been pretty lacking in the bedroom department. I wondered, but didn't know, and it wasn't my concern. My daughter was happy with her new beau and that is all that mattered.

When they were together, I used to pop around to their house a few times a week, but that had tailed off since she left. I needed to resurrect the visits, after all, I had quite liked Craig he had no bad habits that I knew about, and he never mistreated her that I knew of. I sent him a text to say I was on the way over to see him.

I got an okay back. I left husband Bill at home and headed off. The house was on the other side of town, so a journey around the ring road was in order, and then just past the farm shop a turning on the left off a small island, and the estate was there. I pulled up on the drive and tapped the front door before opening it and walking into the lounge.

It was a bit smelly, as if he hadn't opened any windows for a while, and there was dirty crockery on the side table next to the sofa. Craig came downstairs wearing a polo shirt and jogging bottoms. He smelled a bit too, although it could have been his clothes.

"Bloody hell Craig," I said, "you need sorting."

"Sorry Stephanie," he said, "it sort of gets on top of me sometimes, it isn't usually this bad."

"Well, get yourself upstairs and take a shower, get all those clothes in the laundry, in fact, give me all your laundry, I'll take it home and bring it back tomorrow. Make sure you wash thoroughly everywhere," it was like taking to a child, "and make sure the clothes that you put on are clean."

He turned and went upstairs. I shook my head, and then I opened all the windows in his lounge and through into his kitchen diner. I needed a through draft. I emptied the sink of his dirty crockery and stacked it on the work surface, before scouring the lounge for any more dirty plates.

I went upstairs to check his bedroom whilst he was in the shower, yes, more crockery up there. I gathered that up, then put it down to open his bedroom windows, and pulled his quilt back to air. Goodness, it was obvious he was alone, his sheet was crusty and needed changing. "God, use a sock," I said to the empty room. I picked up the pile of dirty crockery and turned to go downstairs. Craig was stood there in front of me, stark naked.

"Come on, move to one side," I said as I took a mental photograph of his cock, and went past him to take the dirty crockery downstairs. "You desperately need clean bed linen," I said, "and for goodness sake use a bloody sock over your cock."

Down in the kitchen I stacked the dishwasher with the plates and mugs, the few pans left over wouldn't fit in as it was full, I would have to wash them by hand, but I needed to clean the draining board first. I got the dishwasher going, I put it on a quick wash and hoped that would be sufficient. I put the pans that I need to wash on the work surface and set to cleaning his draining board. I didn't know that you could stain stainless steel, the clue being in its name, but Craig came damn close.

It took some scrubbing and half a bottle of white vinegar found under his sink before I was happy with it. I filled the sink with hot water, added detergent and set to on his pans. Luckily, they were stainless steel and not 'non stick' and so with a deal of scrubbing I managed to get them clean and on the draining board.

I went about the lounge with an antibacterial spray and micro fibre cloth, and I gave the whole room a thorough clean, well, as best as I could without doing a deep clean. As I was finishing up Craig came downstairs with a bundle of washing.

"Put it on my car's back seat Craig, the car's open," I said, opening the front door to let him out. As he passed, he certainly smelled better. I suspected it was his clothes that had smelled, not him.

He came back inside and shut his front door.

"What do you mean, use a sock?" he asked.

"When you pleasure yourself, stick your cock in a sock so that when you shoot it goes in the sock not all over the place. A sock is easier to wash than a load of bedding."

"Oh," he said.

To be fair he did look embarrassed, but we are all adults, we all masturbate, it doesn't need to be hidden behind giggles but do take some responsibility and keep it clean.

I went back to the kitchen the dishwasher had finished its quick cycle. I opened it up and checked, everything seemed clean.

"Right Craig, you can put that lot away, you know where it goes. I'll get on with cleaning the rest of this room. Oh, and go and pour bleach around your loos, I'll give them a spritz before I leave."

Craig took a bottle of bleach from under his sink and went off to do as directed, "I'll do the loos first," he called as he went.

I took my bottle of disinfectant spray and started cleaning every surface I could find, table, chairs, work surfaces, inside of the microwave. I opened and then closed the oven; it would take more than a spritz to get that clean. Craig came back and started putting the crockery and cutlery away from the dishwasher.

"Right, I am going to sit down in the lounge, you can make us a cup of tea," I said when he had finished emptying the dishwasher.

In the lounge I had time to think about the cock I had seen. Well, my daughter couldn't have had a reason to complain about that. It had been semi flaccid and was a good size, not too big and for sure, not too small. It looked as if it would be a good seven or eight inches long and around two inches or just under across. His balls had hung low, swinging gently from his cock. Yes, as long as he knew how to use it, then he should have been more than able to pleasure Crimson.

Craig came in with two teas.

"Craig, just because Crimson has left, doesn't mean you should let yourself go and this place was like a shit hole. Any self-respecting woman that you brought back here would run a mile. I nearly did."

He looked at me and shook his head, "I know, I'm sorry."

"I never got to the answer of why she left."

"She never said, I got a different answer every time I asked."

"How was your sex life? I mean you didn't have children."

"No. I got myself checked, and I am okay, all healthy in the swimmers department. But then, after she left, I found a few empty packets for the pill."

"Oh. I didn't know she was taking the pill."

"No, neither did I."

Deceit then from my daughter, that's naughty.

"I guess that explains why I am not a grandmother. Oh well, when you get a new wife, perhaps you can give me grandchildren with her."

I know I am not his mother, and that technically I wouldn't be their grandmother, but still, I could be a sort of adoptive grandparent.

"Er yes, well, I haven't actually been looking."

"Good job the state of this place."

"I said I was sorry."

"Yes you did, but the place was still a shitshow even though you said sorry. Sometimes words are not enough. You know I hardly ever see Crimson, she is too busy with her new man, perhaps she suspects that I will say disapproving things to her. I have met him, he seems okay, but I haven't met him enough to know for certain."

"At the end of the day Stephanie," he said, "it doesn't really matter, she fucked off and now sleeps with another man."

"Have you done anything about a divorce, or do you still hope to win her back?"

"Yes, I have filed for divorce, the solicitor says I have full grounds, and so, he reckons three months from Nisi to Absolute. I don't want her back. Yes I loved her, and I gave her everything, but the way she repaid that, I cannot ever forgive. She is dead to me."

Okay, powerful words. Obviously I don't know what the inside of their marriage had been like, perhaps he was insufferable to live with, perhaps he secretly beat her or abused her in some way, I didn't know.

"Look Craig, I am still very fond of you, and I would like to keep coming around and seeing you if that is okay, and Bill and I would love to have you around for meals, and yes you can bring any girlfriend you have with you, we are not judgemental."

"Thank you Stephanie, that means a lot, thank you."

I finished my tea and then put the mug in the kitchen.

"This place better be spic and span when I come around tomorrow and bring your laundry" I said as I stood by the front door.

Craig leant forward and hugged me, "thank you" he softly said. Perhaps he didn't mean to, but I could feel his cock as he pressed against me, it sent a small shiver through me.

I got home after an unremarkable journey along the ring road and when I was home I sorted and started washing Craig's things. I must tell him to change his underwear more often I decided. No way some of those stains were after one day's wear.

"How was it?" Bill asked.

"Dire. I cleaned and have bought his laundry home to do. I shall take it back after dinner tomorrow. Are you cooking tomorrow or am I?"

"Oh, I'll cook tomorrow, I am going to do meat pie and mash if that is okay."

"Sounds great, why don't you get us a Chinese for tonight. I have done enough kitchen cleaning for one day."

"Good plan, anything do?"

"Get a selection and we can mix and match."

"Okay."

"Oh, and it's Saturday."

"And?"

"I am having a shower after dinner, I expect you to do the same and then do me."

My encounter with Craig had left me feeling a little randy and having a husband on tap, I was giving him fair warning I expected a full service.

He smiled and winked and wandered off to organise our Chinese supper. I had decided that it would take two washes to clean Craigs clothes. The bedding would have to go on overnight, it needed a more thorough wash, and I would add Craigs underpants to the same high temperature wash.

I had been pottering for a while when the doorbell rang. It seemed our Chinese was here. Bill came and laid it out on the table, the sides came in small paper boxes these days, but the mains still came in plastic boxes with lids.

We had crispy duck with pancakes and hoisin sauce, chicken with cashew nuts and fried bamboo shoots and water chestnuts, and chilli beef. The sides were one of noodles, one egg fried rice, and one boiled rice. There was a paper bag with prawn crackers in it, and we also had two chicken noodle soups as a starter.

"A veritable feast," I said.

"Well, what we don't eat we can have Monday for supper if you like."

"We could, yes, but it looks too tasty to leave any."

I got some cutlery and plates and sat at the table, Bill poured us two beers and we sat and ate. The soup was good and a perfect foundation for the rest of the meal. I enjoyed the crispy duck and we left none of that, no crispy duck on Monday, we had about half of the sides between us and a little of each of the remaining mains. We would eat well on Monday.

Bill cleared away whilst I went up to shower, stripping my clothes off in the bedroom bra and knickers went in the laundry basket, the dress would be fine for tomorrow. I turned the shower on and stepped in, then turned around so that the water ran down my back, and I soaped myself, especially in my crotch. I didn't need to shave, no stragglers or stubble. I say shave, I actually wax, and I usually do it Sunday mornings, but I might delay it a little this week, I was going to be busy sorting Craig's laundry. I douched using the shower hose and as I drained I made sure that I had washed away all the soap.

I turned off the shower and stood for a moment until most of the water had drained off me and then stepped out of the shower. Bill had just finished undressing. "My turn," he said.

I stood in the bedroom and brushed my hair and put it up into a pony, I hadn't washed it, and so it just needed tidying. I checked I was dry everywhere, ran a finger along my valley and sniffed, absolutely fine, a quick taste, yes, no soap. Perfect. I pulled the quilt back and hoped Bill wouldn't be long, I didn't want to go off the boil.

He wasn't. He came back in still rubbing his back with a towel.

"Clean and ready for duty Ma'am," he laughed and dropped the towel onto the floor and headed to the bed.

"Does madam have a preference?" he asked as he knelt on the bed, a midships.

"Make me scream," was my reply.

He clambered over my left leg and knelt between my ankles, leant forward and blew along my crease, causing a tickle and a ripple of pleasures. He knew how to float my boat; we had been together long enough. I closed my eyes and laid my hands at my sides as his tongue slowly crept along my valley, widening me, splaying me apart and his tongue then found my valley floor and he slurped from bottom to top, waves of pleasures washing through me as he moved.

"Oh yes Bill," I gasped as his tongue worked my clitoris, dabbing, prodding and then lightly chewing.

I felt his tongue move through my labia, their tickles of pleasure adding to my euphoria and as I looked down watching Bill work my fanny, I had a sudden vision of Craig as if it were him down there. His finger rubbed my little internal scar jolting me back to reality as Bill's fingers opened and closed inside me and my pressures grew, my electrics fizzed and my pleasures were peaking.

Bill began to finger fuck me, two fingers pumping in and out of my body as his teeth nibbled at my clitoris and I knew I was close, my breath halted, just gasps came from my mouth as my back tightened and began to arch. My mouth opened and I screamed, oh how I screamed as my orgasm ripped through me, electrics cracking around my nipples and toes, my fingers digging into the mattress.

In the morning, I walked into the ensuite to shower aware that Bills spunkal residue was dripping down my legs. I smiled at the memories of our fucking, me sucking him back to hardness and his rare second fucking. My fanny was humming this morning, it had been a good session. I douched, I didn't want residue dripping all day, and then after drying myself, I went down and took the last of Craig's laundry out of the machine and folded it ready to iron and return.

We would have a midday dinner and then I would take Craig's laundry back, leaving Bill to an afternoon of sport in front of the TV. The morning went by too quickly, me ironing the laundry that needed ironing, bedding does not fall into that category, and remained simply folded, shirts and trousers were ironed, socks and underpants were not.

Craig seemed to favour the briefs style of underwear, none with the pee hole at the front, just simple briefs. Bill preferred boxers or trunks style. I like the knickers that showed little hem, were essentially invisible under clothes and were small, functional and that is all. His socks all matched, and I wondered if next time I did his laundry I would get more odd socks, his cock socks. I laughed and again the memory of his cock floated across my mind.

Unlike Bill, Craig was intact. I hadn't been with anyone since Bill, and Bill had been circumcised when we met. I didn't know why, I didn't ask, and before long it felt normal. Now I could hardly remember what an uncircumcised cock felt like, Bill had provided everything I needed, I didn't need or want to dabble elsewhere, but now I found myself wondering.

Lunch was excellent, Bill had made a wonderful pie with thick meaty gravy, and the mash was so buttery, it all slipped down nicely. I helped clear the kitchen and then took Craigs laundry and set off for my journey around the ring road. There was a car boot sale in the rugby ground that slowed the traffic at one point, but I made it to Craig's with little fuss.

I knocked and opened the door, 'Only me," I called and then went back to get his laundry. I used my bum to close the door behind me, my hands being full of laundry.

"Let me help you," Craig said, taking some of the bags of laundry off me.

"Thank you, pop them down somewhere, we can put them away later."

The place was clean and smelled clean, and so did Craig. A really good improvement over yesterday.

"Would you care for a cup of tea, or do you have to get off?" Craig asked.

"Oh yes, I would love one, I am in no hurry Craig," I said as I sat in the armchair.

"Excellent, I'll just go and make some."

I sat back and relaxed, the room actually looked cleaner than when I had left yesterday, almost as if Craig had spruced it up somehow. It didn't matter, it was such an improvement. It didn't take long and Crain was back and passed me a mug of tea. I leant back and sipped, still hot, but tasted good, clean crockery always helps, and he has a dishwasher, so he had no excuse.

"You had yourself in a real mess," I said to him, my eyes fixing him in my gaze, "you really did, you are a grown man, there was no excuse."

"I know, I am embarrassed if I am honest."

"Well, it all looks good now, and if you bring any ladies back, then they can have a good time instead of running away screaming."

"Er, well, I am in no hurry for that Stephanie."

"Why not? You are a good looking man, as I saw only too clearly yesterday, you shouldn't be on your own."

He seemed to redden and then look down, only slightly I noticed, his eyes seemed fixed at my knees. Or perhaps at what was in between. Was he looking up my dress at my knickers? My fanny was still warm from last night's escapades, and I felt a slight hum at the thought of him checking me out.

I moved my ankles a little closer, causing my knees to part slightly. Why? Did I really think something would happen? Did I want it to? I knew I was moistening at the prospect, I could feel a slipperiness between my thighs, my body was answering the question my brain was asking.

I sipped my tea again, cooler now, and I looked across and more specifically at his crotch. It seemed to have developed a bulge. Oh my goodness, I mean I am twice his age, and yet I seem to have managed to awaken some desires in him.

"Crimson does look a lot like you?" He said.

"Oh? But she's much younger."

"I think you could pass for sisters," he replied. He was definitely flirting.

"Well thank you, and you are most handsome, you will have no trouble in attracting the ladies."

He smiled and I saw his bulge jerk. Gosh. My mind was full of the image I had seen yesterday of his half hard cock, and I tried to imagine it hardening to its full potential, my cheeks felt warm, was I blushing I wondered.

I finished my tea, "come on," I said, "Let's get your laundry upstairs."

I stood up and as he stood his bulge was very much more pronounced, really protruding quite a way. I grabbed a couple of bags of laundry and headed upstairs, I heard Craig following.

In his bedroom I saw that it was tidy, his bed neat with the quilt pulled back, either to air the bed, or perhaps in readiness. I tipped the laundry out onto his bed and started sorting it, shirts, underpants, socks, trousers. He had the bedding in the bags that he had brought up.

"Right" I said, "you can start by putting your underwear away," handing him his pile of clean underwear. "Nice underpants," I smiled.

He seemed to blush and took the underwear off me and put it in a drawer in his dresser.

"Socks next, clean and ready for any use," handing them over to him, my eyes fixing his in my look. He actually smiled at that innuendo.