Under Starters Orders

Pleasurable it might've been, but I was by then in search of perfection: Reaching behind me for pillows and bouncing my shoulders from the mattress to accommodate them, I lifted my head and finally -- ooh I'd long dreamt of this moment -- got my hands and mouth on Joan's pert tits, or more specifically her fat nipples.

Compared to Rachel's hard bullets, Joan's teats are huge, dwarfing the small breasts which they tipped, while their deep mahogany colour contrasted sharply with the pale flesh surrounding them. Breast-wise it's a close contest between mother and daughter - Joan's perhaps a touch larger with Rachel's a tad firmer? -- but Joan's nipples are simply exquisite and I was in heaven.

The lady herself seemed pretty content and brought herself to at least two more of those thigh-trembling orgasms in that position; it was easy for me, having shot one load I felt able to go all day with Joan up top. But all good things come to an end -- though Joan lasted far longer than I'd expected... it must be all that horseback riding? - and she rolled off muttering "Enough, my thighs are burning; I'm done."

Yes, I'll admit that the exhausted tone of Joan's 'I'm done' drew a moments concern from me; were we finished completely? But the concern was short lived: Joan turned around and still on her knees draped herself over the footboard of the bed; looking back over her shoulder and wearing another of those wicked smiles, Joan demanded "This way now... Doggy style and no mercy... Bang my bloody brains out!"

I was quick to comply, mounting Joan from behind and driving into that sopping-wet channel just as hard as I could manage; the whole bed was shuddering and creaking as I pounded into her. I didn't last as long as I'd hoped, but I definitely provided Joan one more orgasm and she might -- wishful thinking again? - have reached a second as I was streaming cum into her ravaged cunt.

Once our heart rates had dropped and our breaths were recovered, Joan slid from beneath me, turned and kissed me on the mouth; not the first time she'd done so... but I'd never received one quite like it before. As we parted, Joan climbed from the bed, grabbed her discarded nightgown and used that to mop-up the mess between her legs as she headed for the door.

Turning in the doorway Joan proffered a smile -- we were back to the small embarrassed sort -- and whispered: "Don't say a word... Not to anyone, not even me... Once I step through this door everything goes back to normal... no casual touches or knowing smiles..." Joan's expression was stern, so I nodded my agreement and was rewarded: "At least not until next time."

Once again I stayed in bed listening to Joan use the bathroom and then go downstairs and similarly I waited until I heard Rachel's arrival before heading downstairs to make my own appearance in the kitchen. 'Going back to normal' both that morning and beyond proved easy, certainly much easier than it had the week before; perhaps Joan's promise of 'until next time' made the difference?

Joan arrived at my door the following Saturday morning and she's visited on most Saturday mornings since. Between times she's just Joan, the Mother-in-Law, even when it's just the two of us, but when she makes those visits and morphs into Joan the Lover... Mmmmmm, she's as hot as hell! Joan doesn't do anal, but there seem to be no other limits; the morning Joan appeared with lashings already tied to her wrists and a riding crop in her hand was especially memorable.

It was the second Saturday in May when the dynamic changed; Joan hadn't come to my bedroom that morning and the three of us were around the breakfast table, holding a 'normal' conversation when Joan turned to Rachel and casually announced: "Zoe leaves school in a couple of months, I think we ought to offer her a full time job."

Zoe's one of the part-time staff, a bovine, unattractive girl but apparently very good with the horses, she works most weekends in the stable and assists Rachel with the riding school too; that was reflected in Rachel's reply. "I would love to take her on full time, but Zoe's a bright girl; she loves horses, but I suspect that she'll be aiming for something a little better job-wise than a Stable-hand."

"Of course she will and quite rightly so. No, we offer her an apprenticeship... Call it Trainee Stable Manager; a year working full time in the yard and if we're all still happy with each other, we put Zoe through all the courses at the Equine College in Doncaster, with the Assistant Yard Manager's job at the end of it."

"What! I agree that Zoe's brilliant with the horses... and the owners too, but can we afford that? And why would we want to; neither of us are going anywhere, we don't need an assistant."

It was the secretive smile on Joan's face rather than the conversation itself which caught my attention. "Well... I'm fourteen weeks pregnant, so I'll not be riding out come the summer and going forward... I've had one daughter grow-up to be an absolute barbarian because I was too busy with the yard to keep an eye on her; I'm not risking that happening again."

I'm sure I must've turned as white as a sheet, my stomach hit the floor... the shit was clearly about to hit the fan... Only the grin which spread across Rachel's face delayed it. "And do we presume that this filly... or perhaps it'll be a stallion? Will have its sire's name left blank too when you register it in the stud book at Weatherbys?"

Rachel threw me a glance -- I can't have looked good -- while Joan replied. "Absolutely; I'm not even telling you who the father is."

"In that case I have to agree with you. I'll speak to Zoe when I go back outside; I suspect that she'll grab our offer with both hands, it'll be a dream come true for her. I'm certainly going to need her help and not just covering for you around the stables whilst you're... out of commission; on Saturday mornings Zoe will need to pick-up the slack for me too. Think about it.. Someone will need to fuck Andy's brains out and I don't think we can expect Zoe take on that job."

Joan's face fell and turned as white as mine no doubt already was; Rachel shared an evil grin between the two of us before concluding: "Oh come on Mum... I do occasionally have to pop back into the house on a Saturday morning."

"I've never heard you come in."

"Well you wouldn't, I've tried to come in quietly since I realised... Besides, the amount of noise you two make in the bedroom, I could bring the horses in with me and you still wouldn't hear."

Joan realised that the danger had past before I did, as was vouched by her reply: "Don't concern yourself too much about those Saturday mornings young lady! I can cope with riding your husband for a few weeks yet and Andy will be the first stallion that I'll be re-mounting after the baby's born."