The morning came all to quickly for Padraig. The bad taste in his mouth, the all to familiar headache and the pangs of guilt, it was shaping up to be a bad few days. He felt like shit both mentally and physically but wasn’t complaining. It was the least he should feel. He could smell Bernie of his fingers. Jesus what was wrong with him? His mother in law. He was a real selfish bastard to do it. The horn?? So fucking what. Head in to town and hire an escort for an hour like anyone else in his position. Nobody would bat an eyelid. But naw, not him. He’d have to
jockey the wife’s mother. It was like something out of a bad dream. He wouldn’t know what the end of it would be.
Bernie was up from six that morning. A full two hours before Padraig. She’d cleaned out and set the range and had just lit it. She felt great this morning. Empowered, strong and ready to take what ever the world could throw at her. She’d had her porridge and showered and was organising breakfast for her guests. She’d gathered up a wash to bring to the washing machine, her cum soaked trousers among it. The stain had hardened now, as she threw everything into the machine. She smiled a sly grin. She’d made him do that. It was her hand pleasuring his stiff hard that made him cum, and cum hard by the groans he made. Ordinarily it should have just leaked onto the ground, but a combination of his hand rubbing and caressing her bum in those trousers, her hand massaging and pulling his foreskin gently and her sweet whispers in his ear, he shot the batch out over her upper thigh, all over the leg of her trousers like a jet, his groans audible and his legs shaking against her suggested she’d done a good job. She knew she did. He cum hard and a lot. A boil wash would clean up the evidence.
Niamh had arranged for her and Padraig to go around for breakfast at Bernies to meet up with the rest of them. When they arrived there was Bernie doing her Irish mammy thing. Serving out all you could eat. Rashers, pudding bacon and eggs, fresh toast with a pot of tea and coffee. Padraig was in no form for it. No form to mix or eat. When Niamh asked why he wasn’t eating he just played it down. Bernie in jest said maybe to much beer last night Padraig, they all laughed but it was no laughing matter. It was more to do with him blowing his load down her leg last night and smelling her cunt of his hand first thing this morning. The same hand he wanked with in the shower this morning fantasizing about riding her. His head was a mess. It was surreal. One minute he’s doing the happy brother in law, son in law thing, the next he’s replaying what he’d done the previous night. She’d pulled him off a few hours ago and now here she was, doing her Mrs Brown bit. It was fucking crazy. The guilt was subsiding now. He just wanted everything back to normal.
Padraig’s going back to work Niamh said. Sure that’s great Padraig everyone said. Padraig said he’d have to. Niamh was not going to improve any time soon and the mortgage and bills still needed paid. It came to him last night lying in bed after the party. It was for the best. Probably see less of Bernie this way he thought. So he’d rang Tomas this morning and told him he’d be back on Monday. Monday was the only bad morning. He’d have to start at six because the weeks delivery came at that time but the rest of the week was nine, so it was all good. Everyone agreed it would do the two of them the best, as it would get them back to routine. Bernie wasn’t expecting that. Not after there little tryst last night, but it was something they both had agreed between themselves. It was out of her control. She’d be there for Niamh along side the home help that was in place but couldn’t help feel a little bit down. Less time seeing Padraig. Less time making him cum. She’d gladly let him spunk over her. Over her body and breasts, the trousers she wore, her knickers and bra, up her cunt, over her face, even in her mouth. Jesus she hoped it wasn’t over between them. It was a nice little side thing they had going and while it was wrong, she’d become addicted to the attention she was getting. She needed to think, and fast..
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