Caroline, Joanne's mother, my mother-in- law, and I had never really hit it off, not since Joanne and I started going out together some eight years ago. The problem was that Joanne's father had deserted them long before we met and it seemed that she just had a down on men. When we eventually decided to get married Caroline wanted us to live with her so that she wouldn't be on her own. I told Joanne I was not happy living with her mother and preferred that we bought our own house. Caroline worked on her daughter relentlessly, resulting in many heated discussions between us to the point where I walked out telling them the wedding was off. Joanne eventually agreed that we should get our own house, so the marriage went ahead.
Caroline lived in a large detached house in its own grounds which was much too big for her. A dressmaker by trade working for one of the top haute couture houses, and would supplement her income by working at home in the evenings. She designed and made clothes to her customer's requirements, mainly dresses, skirts and blouses and the occasional evening gown. We would visit her about once a week and I would any do small jobs that needed doing around the house. Sometimes we would take her on outings, trips in the car, visits to places of interest and displays of various kinds, but all the time was that acidic tongue complaining, this was not right, that was not right, it really got under my skin.
She was, her own worst enemy because she was really very attractive, looking younger than her years with large impressive breasts, which I liked to watch as they bounced around the kitchen, especially when she was wearing a tight jumper. However her tongue would deter any sexual fantasies I might think of having. I always thought that I understood the reason for her husband desertion, and I didn't blame him for one moment. In fact, she acted so hard and prudish I never understood how she ever became pregnant, her husband must have slipped beneath her while she did her push up's. It was only in later years that I discovered she added five years to her real age because she gave birth to Joanne when she was seventeen and forced to marry the kid who knocked her up.
It was three winters ago, Joanne wanted to see a sheepdog trial so we arranged to go and offered to take her mother with us. On the day of the trial the weather was very cold with possibility of snow. Joanne decided that she didn't want to go and since the venue was some two hours driving I was more than happy to cancel. Unfortunately Caroline still wanted to go and persuaded her daughter that I should take her.
The trial was held on a large country estate with lakes, fields and wooded areas. I had never been there before so when the trial was over I suggested that we walk around their large lake, Caroline agreed so we set off. After walking for some time Caroline suggested that we have a rest because her feet were aching, I agreed and we found a secluded bench by the lake surrounded by bushes on three sides. We sat down and talking generally about the trial and weather when I happened to mention that my hands were cold. Caroline suggested that I put one hand inside her coat and the other in her pocket. I said that it wasn't necessary, however, she undid the middle button on her coat and insisted that I slip my hand inside.
I rested my hand on her blouse just above the waistband of her skirt, everything felt so silky that I found myself getting aroused. She asked me if that was warmer, I said it was fine. As my hand rested on her blouse I could feel her shivering. I asked her if she was cold, but she said she wasn't. Suddenly I realized that she wasn't shivering because I could feel the vibrations through my leg she was actually trembling. As we sat there I began to get the impression that she was getting sexually excited, as was I.
I wondered if it was because we had never been so close that she was getting sexually aroused, I decided to find out. As our conversation continued I began to slide my hand very slowly backwards and forwards over her stomach. Caroline continued the conversation as if nothing was happening.
Very slowly I began to work my hand upwards over her blouse and the trembling increased but still she never mentioned the fact that my hand was creeping over her body and up towards her breasts.
Finally the edge of my hand came in contact with the underside of her breast. My expectations were to either get a slapped face or she would make some excuse to return to the car, but all that happened was the trembling increased, and she still didn't mention my wandering hand.
I began to apply a little upwards pressure so that the edge of my thumb was nudging the underside of her breast, again the trembling increased and she still didn't mention my wandering hand. The conversation persisted although I wasn't really listening because the edge of my hand was caressing her silk blouse against her bra. Her breathing became a little heavier but it did not restrict the conversation. I slipped my thumb up between the two peaks and gave her breast a light squeeze, her breathing became even heavier, the trembling increased, but still the conversation flowed.
I decided to make a positive move, and to hell with the consequences. I placed my hand over her voluptuous breast and gave it a good squeeze. Caroline stopped talking and when I looked her head was tilted backwards and her eyes closed. As I continued, to fondle her breast I could feel the nipple through her bra and blouse becoming hard and swollen. For several minutes I squeezed her breast and rolled her nipple between my thumb and forefinger. Becoming adventurous I moved my hand across and undid the top button of her blouse. As nothing was said I undid the second, third and fourth button, finally easing the loosened blouse out of her skirt to completely open up the front.
