Mother-in-Law's Tongue - Andrea's Discovery
Prologue
It was two years later. Andrea hadn't forgotten the robbery – or the events that she kept quiet from her husband. It remained a secret between her, Ben (her Son-in-Law) and her unknown assailants.
Andrea had just turned fifty, but remained fit and healthy and still looked at least ten years younger than her actual age. Many people assumed that it was genetic, but she had secretly indulged in a few minor alterations with the help of a plastic surgeon and used an element of hair colouring. Her body, however, was entirely natural. She exercised at home during the day while her husband was at work.
She wasn't a woman obsessed with calories or dieting. If she felt she was putting on weight she would simply exercise harder. Her breasts that had sagged a little with age, still remained relatively firm. Occasionally, if she was at home alone and not intending to go out, she was liked to go without a bra. But she never, ever, did so if she was going out. To leave the house she would only ever allow herself to be dressed as the neighbours would expect to see her; smart and wearing a skirt and high heels.
Andrea's husband was a bank manager. Following the robbery, he had decided to start working towards an early retirement and had only two years left to go. Unlike his wife, he hadn't kept his body in great shape and was a little overweight. Sex had never been an important part of his life – he preferred pottering in the garden to a romp in bed.
Although she didn't understand it, Andrea was quite a sexual woman. She enjoyed wearing stockings and suspenders with attractive, matching underwear simply because of the way it felt. She didn't dress or undress in front of James and it never occurred to her that he might enjoy seeing her strip. When they made love she had always kept her nightdress on (and he had kept his pyjamas on as well). By accident they had discovered that if James played with her breasts and nipples first, it made intercourse easier.
Since Andrea's experiences two years earlier the couple had only been intimate half a dozen times. It was enough for James, but Andrea began to feel she needed more. It was as if a light switch had been flicked on following the events with Ben. Oral sex – far from being disgusting – turned out to be thoroughly enjoyable, although she wouldn't dare suggest it to James. What on earth would he think of her?
She had never masturbated before that time, considering it to be dirty. But during the attack she was caused to orgasm (for only the second time in her life). Her very first climax had occurred by accident one day when leaning against the washing machine daydreaming. It went into a spin cycle and before she knew it, unbelievable sensations were coursing through her lower body. When she suddenly came it frightened her. Many times afterwards she wondered about trying it again, but decided against such a perverted indulgence. Andrea now realised that massaging her pussy and rubbing her clitoris was actually enjoyable, even though she thought it was probably wrong.
Since her ordeal Andrea had often thought about what had happened and sometimes, in her reverie had found herself squeezing her breasts and playing with her nipples. Occasionally, she would realise that she was in danger of becoming aroused and would stop immediately, then desperately try to find something to keep herself occupied.
But on other occasions, such as when she was luxuriating in a deep bath she had allowed herself to continue the gentle caresses. One of her hands would move down her body, hovering near her smoothly shaven pussy. She kept it that way because she liked the feel of silk underwear on her smooth skin. Inevitably, when her hand got this close, her fingers would stretch the extra half an inch and make tentative contact with her clitoris.
That was usually the trigger from which there was no turning back. Her legs would spread as wide as the bath would allow and her knees would come up until her heels were almost touching her ass cheeks. In this position she was able to rub her clit while her pussy lips began to open of their own accord. The warm bath water would start to fill her vagina. The sensation usually made her groan with pleasure. She would then use two or three fingers to begin finger fucking her pussy. Orgasm came, usually, within a few minutes.
Lack of adequate satisfaction in the bedroom caused her to become incredibly ill-tempered. Andrea needed to orgasm at least twice a week to keep this grouchiness at bay.
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Chapter 1
James had to go away to a conference. He left on Monday and wasn't due to return until Friday. Andrea drove him to the station and then returned home, where she was going to be alone for the week.
Her day began and continued normally. She got on with the usual jobs around the house that kept her busy. Until 5pm, it was basically a routine day. It was only after her husband would normally have returned home that she noticed anything different.
Having cooked, eaten and washed up, Andrea sat down to watch the television. There was very little programming of any interest and the evening dragged on. Finally, after the watershed at 9pm a film called The Secretary began. She didn't think that she would be interested, but continued to watch and became fascinated. When the main character locked herself in a toilet cubicle, pulled her skirt up and shoved her hand down inside her tights and pants, Andrea's mouth went very dry. As the actress simulated masturbation Andrea found her hands gripping her skirt, unconsciously pulling the hem up to reveal her stocking tops and panties.
The urge to touch herself was incredible, yet still a part of her mind was telling her that to do so while sitting here in the lounge was wrong. She forced her hands to release the material and smooth it back down over her legs.
The film finished and Andrea made her way unsteadily to bed. Completely out of character, she stripped naked and threw her clothes into the corner. Normally, she would carefully hang things up or put them into the washing basket. She donned her nightdress and climbed into bed. With the light out, she lay trying not to recall the scenes from the film, but it became impossible. Her hand slipped between her legs and she realised for the first time just how wet she was – wet enough that she immediately knew that she would have to change the sheets in the morning.
Andrea masturbated furiously. Her left hand had pulled her nightdress up and was pinching and pulling at her nipples. Suddenly, the memory of two years ago leapt into her mind unbidden. She recalled having her nipples sucked by one of the masked intruders, of becoming aroused against her wishes. She remembered her legs being parted and her skirt pushed up to reveal her soaking wet panties. The recollection of her Son-in-Law's face then being pushed down there and rubbed against her private place pushed Andrea over the edge and she came, very, very loudly.
She was shocked that she had used such a memory to excite herself during masturbation. Bathed in sweat, she made her way to the bathroom in order to have a shower. As her hands spread the soapy lotion across her breasts they came into contact with the still hard nubs of her nipples. When her hands moved further down her body and strayed between her legs she spoke out loud, "Oh no! Not again!"
Masturbating to orgasm twice in the space of only fifteen minutes? Andrea felt like a cheap slut. She was shocked by her actions, but more so that she was finding the memory of her abuse and rape to be erotic.
The next day Andrea decided that she would pay a visit to her daughter who lived sixty miles away. She would normally be at work, but when she rang Megan she discovered that she was taking a half day in order to take delivery of a new fridge in the afternoon. So Andrea drove her husband's car down and stayed with her for part of the day.
Having had an evening meal with Megan and Ben, Andrea decided it was time to go home. The couple told her that she was welcome to stay the night, but she politely turned them down. She and Ben had never spoken about the events of two years ago, but she found it very difficult to suppress the feelings she had when around him. And it was very clear that Ben himself had a very strong attraction to her. She considered it best not to tempt fate.
The car, being a fairly standard Ford Mondeo, had always been fairly reliable, so when Andrea began to smell something she was a little concerned. A glance at the dashboard showed her that the needle on the engine temperature gauge was rising rapidly. She knew that she couldn't continue driving once the indicator reached the red line, so she pulled over into a lay-by and switched off.
