The rest of the week went quickly. There was no further trysts between them except for the odd stray hand on a waist or arm or the awkward silence. It wasn’t what Bernie had envisaged. She felt rejuvenated with this new found power only a woman would feel. She still went about her daily routine. Making dinner, cleaning and giving out to Cahir. Yes all normal with that little bit of spice added. As for Padraig, it was something quite different. A self loathing had crept into his life. When Niamh did return home, he was sitting up late when she went to bed. He was drinking seven nights a week. Not going into to much detail as it’s a delicate subject, but he started to self harm using kitchen utensils. He couldn’t look at himself in the mirror. How could he? His wife’s mother, and what would happen if it came out, it just wasn’t worth it. He had to tell Bernie no more. His mental health was in a downward spiral. Even his personal hygiene was suffering. Low self esteem and the guilt of shagging his mother in law had left him broken. He’d need to snap out of it for Niamhs sake. After all she was the innocent party in all of this and still needed him. That was it. Enough is enough. Try and forget what happened and move on.
It was Tuesday night and Bernie had rang Niamh. The rest of the family had decided that they were coming down for the weekend. It was Bernies birthday and they were throwing a small do at the home place. Padraig knew it was coming and it filled him with dread. Although he told Bernie that they had to move on and forget what happened, women can be funny at times. But he supposed what could happen? All her family their, she’d be unlikely to try anything. Anyway he wasn’t having any of it. They had a saying in Ireland, it was ” a standing cock has no conscience ” and it was true. While his cock was hard and erect that afternoon and was looking for a hole, the sheer guilt that followed was smothering. Nah, he knew everything would be ok. They’d go to the birthday party, have a few drinks and then go home where he’d wait till Niamh slept and he’d pull himself off into a pair of her knickers thinking about some outlandish scenario, roll over and go to sleep.
It was a slow week for Bernie. The anticipation of all her family coming home gave her a lift. She’d seen what happened to Padraig after there fling and understood his thinking. But she missed that power. She hadn’t had that since she was a young bride and the winner in the town’s beauty contest. But she had had time to ponder and reflect. If nothing was going to happen between herself and Padraig, she would damn make sure he’d know what he was missing. After all she was human and getting on in years, so enjoyed a man, a younger man especially lusting after her. She’d seen her outfit in Laverys window. It would be perfect.
The day of the party arrived. Everyone was there. Niamh and Padraig were last as Padraig decided to neck a few cans before they left so they had to wait on a taxi. It was in full swing when they landed. They were in a couple of minutes before Bernie appeared from the kitchen. “Jaysus mammy, look at you” Niamh said. Indeed look at her Padraig thought. What in the name of fuck was she playing at. He tried to hide his emotions but Bernie could see right through him. He was a mixture of resentment, excitement and yes he would have bulled her there and then. She was playing games. No one else noticed Padraig reaction. Why would they? His head was a mess. But now he only had one thing on his mind. He needed Bernie.
The conversations carried on in the various rooms. The kitchen was a great gathering place and trended to be were the men gathered. Between family and friends there was a bigger crowd there than Padraig thought. After the initial shock of seeing Bernie had subsided, he mingled and started to have the craic. But he still couldn’t believe the way she was dressed. He could only describe it as elegant and classy. Perfect for a woman of her years. The longer evenings were here now. Spring was in the air and she was dressed accordingly. It was a burnt orange floral top. Short sleeved and clinging to her body. Clinging not in a tacky way, no clinging in a classy way. The top came to her hips so you could see her complete lower half. She was wearing beige trousers. Straight leg and slightly flared at the bottom. They were of good quality. A polyester mix. Not the cheap brand, no, the rich well put together type. The type you might see in a company uniform. Smooth and sexy to touch. Like something out of a 70s American drama that Farah Fawcett. He wanted to dip his cock again. The way she looked tonight, he’d put it any hole available. He’d put it up her shitter if it meant him emptying the bag. Yes sir, he’d put it right up there and put the manners in her, she wouldn’t sit for a week. What he wouldn’t give to feel her hole right now. He sipped his can of beer and thought out his next move. It was going to be a interesting evening…
Author: Remarkable_Phone8044
Gemma’s unfortunate encounter Part two [MMMM4F]
By the time she got home, her heart was beating so fast she thought it was going to explode in her chest. She ate her dinner and headed for the tranquillity of her bedroom with the card tucked safely in her purse. She pulled it out. Her mouth was dry. If she rang him what was she to say? Hello? Or What’s the craic? Aw she just didn’t know. All she knew was that she had to ring it. To see if it was a real number. She dialled and it began to ring. It rang and rang and eventually went to voicemail. Ah shite.. She knew it was to good to be true. As she sat there a little deflated she pondered on what might have been. Then out of the blue, her phone buzzed. It was him. A flutter in her stomach and she answered, hi Darragh how are you? Hiya Gemma thank God you rang. He got talking to her like he knew her all her life. She felt at total ease. They talked for ages before he finally asked if she fancied going to a house party with him tomorrow night. She said she would but had nothing to wear. Darragh being Darragh said not to worry. He’d drop money into her tomorrow to grab an outfit while on her lunch break. She reluctantly agreed and they said goodnight to each other.
Next morning she was happy working away when it Darragh called in with the money. They talked briefly and Darragh give her a kiss and as he did he pinched her bum. She liked it. Seven o clock. Be ready. That day her mind was awash with fantasies. Both romantic and sexual. When the text message read outside, she said good evening to her mother who sat in a half soaked haze watching Fair City on the tv. You look gorgeous Gemma. Love the outfit. She was wearing a nice floral dress in blue and navy and of course brand new matching Primark pants and bra.
The party was in Croom in a private residence. What Gemma didn’t know was that there where very few women there. Five or six at the most. When they pulled up she touched her lipstick up and surveyed the converted barn. It was complete luxury. When they got in, Darragh introduced her to lots of men, with the few women that were there looking on, smirking. As Darragh talked to one of his associates he asked Gemma to get him and her a drink. She innocently asked him how she looked to which he replied stunning with a leering grin, but Gemma didn’t even see it. She just wanted this dream to continue. As she walked away to get the drinks, she could hear him laugh. Darragh wasn’t studying Gemma the way another man might on a first date. He wasn’t interested in her body. No. All he was interested in was her mouth and particularly her throat. Could she last the pace. They’d soon find out.
A couple of drinks later she could feel them. Some of his friends were very touchy while they all talked. Between rubbing her neck and back to even groping her bum. But it was grand. She definitely felt less inhibited and more free tonight. Must’ve been the alcohol. With this Darragh leaned over and asked her would she fancy somewhere quiter. She agreed, unfortunately all the bedrooms were taken, so he said go up to the upstairs toilet. It wasn’t the main bathroom but a basic functioning toilet cubicle as an extra to the property. She set off a little apprehensive and climbed the spiral staircase. She finally found it and entered put the seat down and closed over the door. Then after what seemed like an eternity a knock, it was himself. She remained seated, leaned forward and unlocked the door. As she opened it she could see the bulge of his cock through his slim fit tailored trousers. He smiled. But not a nice smile. She was scared now, but knew what she had to do. After all she was lucky he even spoke to her. She’d sucked a cock before, and knew the lad had used her. Johnny Keaveney boasted after how she’d give blowjobs for nothing, so this was looking like another situation of been used. At least it was with Darragh Mulvaney, a successful property developer and not Johnny, a waster from the moyross.
Darragh said in a stern voice, you know why we’re all hear ? All? Who’s all she thought? Anyway she said yes. So get on your knees and take my cock out and get to work. The floor was a rough cold tile. She leaned forward and unzipped his trousers. His cock sprang out and she smelt his pre cum. He grabbed her violently by the right ear and literally rammed his rock hard member in her mouth and down her throat. She gagged with the shock but went to work as best she could. He then changed his rhythm and placed his two hands on the wall behind her and started to fuck her mouth and throat really violently. Saliva and vomit was coming out of her mouth. She couldn’t breathe. He didn’t care and told her she was there to serve him and everyman at the party. He shouted at her did she understand and she half nodded. Told her that no one wanted to fuck her. She was a munter and all she was good for was blowjobs. With this he started to groan and said before he cum, she better not waste a single drop and swallow everything he give her,she nodded again to acknowledge she understood and with that he groaned in an excitable tone and before she knew anything he was shooting his load down her throat, his hand behind her head for one final push. He pulled his limp cock out and then told her to clean it. When she finished he told her to clean herself up quickly. She had a long night ahead. Fintan was next and he had a full bag as he put it. He hadn’t cum in over a month and was ready to glaze her throat. She duly got some make-up wipes out and cleaned herself up. Now the door was open wide with a paper weight to stop it from closing. She looked up at Fintan and counted eight men behind in an orderly queue. Some of them were already hard watching her. Leering and licking their lips. Fintan said hurry the fuck up and get on your knees. Darragh was right, it was going to be a long night..
Gemma’s unfortunate encounter [M4F]
Limerick was like every city in the world. Crime gangs, drugs and prostitution. Yep Limerick had it all. Not to be outdone by the likes of Dublin, Cork and Belfast in the north, Limericks savage unemployment rate was a scourge. That’s why Gemma was luckier than most. Luckier because she had a job. Now at thirty one and an only child she should have been settled in a relationship maybe even a home to call her own, but no. Not Gemma. Gemma was born a normal child but could not grasp her chance at education. She would’ve been in the remedial classes in school. The nuns would regularly beat her for given the wrong answer to a average question.
So here she was now. Working in town for a local grocery chain. She was never going to excel in life. But she was content. This was it and it was ok. Her father had died when she was a teenager. A massive heart attack at a local GAA match one Sunday afternoon. Her mother was, at the most ok but like Gemma had that slight vulnerability about her. A cruel saying would follow both of them, ” they’re not the full shilling ” or ” they’re touched “. Anyway back to that unfortunate encounter Gemma was about to have.
Darragh Mulvaney was it. He had it. The job, the fast car, the expensive clothes the lifestyle and of course the pick of the women. Along with good looks, confidence and the gift of the gab,Darragh was a successful property developer. Buying knocked down priced properties to rejuvenate them with a revamp and hefty price tag he was a shrewd boy. In his mid thirties now Darragh had no intention of settling down. In fact, quiet the opposite. Work hard and party hard was a favourite motto of his. But Darragh had a dark side. Mr Mulvaney like to control people. Vulnerable people. Not people like Caroline Hennessey, she was beautiful, successful in her own right and would have gladly married Darragh, but she was a strong woman. Independent and didn’t need a man to control her. No what Darragh Mulvaney wanted was someone soft. A willing participant in any of his sick perverted fantasies. Someone he could normalize his depravity to.
Gemma was in work as usual that day. Filling the shelves and fridges like she always did. So she wouldn’t have noticed Darragh that day. But he noticed her and he had a savage dose of the horn. He’d been up all night watching vanilla, inter racial, bdsm and even gay porn just to get himself off. Gemma stood out like a sore thumb. Her uniform was dusty and way to small. Her polo shirt had shrunk because of the tumble dryer was the way she dried it. Her work trousers were a size to small. Her white fleshy belly could be seen sitting over the waist band. The knees of her trousers were shiny from constantly been on her knees stacking lower level shelves and she constantly wiped her dusty hands on the bum of them. She was perfect thought Darragh. He approached Gemma and asked if they accepted card as payment knowing fine well it was a city centre location, of course they would.
He then got speaking to her. The usual small talk. How long had she been working there? ,Did she like it? Did she have a boyfriend? That’s right. Mulvaney wasn’t wasting any time. To him, she was dim and easy. By the end of the conversation he’d handed her his swanky card with his number and told her to call him. Maybe they could go out for a date. Invite a few friends. By the time he’d left, Gemma’s head was spinning. Her face was flushed with guilt. She wasn’t used to this sort of attention, especially from a man wearing a tailored to perfection suit. This was the stuff of dreams. She couldn’t wait to get home. Get home and phone the number on the card. Work couldn’t finish quick enough today..things were finally starting to look up for Gemma. A handsome successful go getter had asked her out, her, Gemma Keane the shop assistant..
A mother-in-law’s unexpected journey Part two [M4F]
Bernie had six of a family in total. All scattered across the country with lives of their own. Sean, Mary and Sorcha were in Dublin and Siobhan in Donegal. Sean had left years ago after his first posting in Dublin as a garda, got married and had two sons. He’d stayed in the capital with the job but moved to the usual commuter belt village in Kildare. Mary was a midwife in the Rotunda maternity hospital with many years experience and Sorcha was a national school teacher out in Swords. Mary was married to Seamus and Sorcha to Liam. Both were good husbands to her daughters as was Clare a good wife to Sean. The youngest girl Siobhan was in Letterkenny working in one of the local banks and engaged to Eoin, the son of a wealthy Donegal contractor who worked every hour God sent.
The phone rang. Bernie snapped out of her daydream and went over to the sideboard in the hall. Them sideboards every Irish house had with the family photos on top of. It was Niamh. She sounded a bit off. Bernie listened as Niamh explained she had to go into the rehabilitation unit up in Dublin for some intense physio. They weren’t happy with the progress she was making and would be keeping her there for the full week. Niamh worried about Padraig, while handy about the house, he couldn’t boil a spud or make a dinner. Bernie would keep him dinner everyday. I’m away in the morning first thing. Padraig and her were leaving first thing so she’d talk to her maybe tomorrow evening.
They reached Dublin at half nine and Niamh insisted he leave straight away. No point in hanging around here. There was no facilities in the rehab unit. Not even a vending machine. So after saying goodbye Padraig set off. On the way home he thought of Bernie. Yes Bernie, his mother in law. His wife’s mother. Thought of her in a certain way. Dressed in certain clothes and having an intimate encounter. Jesus he could feel his cock stir in his jeans. He stopped by with Bernie to give her the low down on how things were. When he got in she said do you fancy a cuppa and of course he said yes. Never refused the tae was his words. She was back to her granny type pinafore skirt thing today. That was enough to kill any man’s hard. Ah well, maybe he’d be better going home to wank off into a pair of Niamhs knickers.
Him and Bernie talked for a while. But they both seemed to sense something was, let’s say different. Again her eye’s never left his when they did talk. In a way she enjoyed the brush of his hand on her bum yesterday. It was a little exciting. They got onto the subject of yesterday by way of mentioning Joans funeral. Padraig got brave. He mentioned how well she looked yesterday. Bernie mentioned in what way. He couldn’t put his finger on it but said she just did. Padraig was a child of the seventies. He grew up with women dressing in a certain way. On tv, at home was American soaps and action shows filled with these strong women. Bernie sensed it was the trousers. She was right. Padraig loved the look of them and the feel of them. Now she knew what made him tick. Padraig got up and she was sure he adjusted his crotch. She felt guilty but could not help herself. I’ll be around in the tomorrow with a bit of dinner if that’s ok. He thanked her and left.
It was three o clock and Cahir was still sleeping. She cooked bacon ribs and cabbage for dinner. Bernie was in the bedroom deciding whether or not to change before she went around. She opened the drawers and pulled out a nice pink jumper and unhooked her black polyester trousers from Dunnes Stores of their hanger and got dressed. Jesus was she wise? Her sick daughter up in Dublin and here she was, flirting with her vulnerable husband. Ah sure it was harmless fun. Nothing was going to happen anyway. Once he opened the door she knew she had acquired a special power. A power only a strong woman could have over a weak man. Bacon and cabbage Padraig. Your favourite according to Niamh. It is Bernie. His eyes fixated on her body. Looking her up and down he was excited in more ways than one. She put the dinner down and said are ye not making tea? He wasn’t listening really. He just wanted a way to get close to her without being to obvious. He then acting like the predatory male decided to give her a hug to thank her for the dinner. She embraced him. As he hugged her he pulled away and let his hand slip all the way down her back and across her bum. It felt good through her trousers. They were tight around the bum and she felt everything. His hard pressed against her inner thigh. Jesus it felt good. He loved the feel of her in the tight trousers. They both new that there was no going back now. A line had been crossed. No point in not exploring each other. He went to the front door and placed the snip on. They both went up the stairs silent and excited. In some kind of despairing way as to not disrespect Niamh, they went into the spare room.
He closed the door. They both stood there. He then started to kiss Bernie. Jesus he wasn’t messing around. She felt his tongue in her mouth. His hands never left her bum. He stroked and rubbed and caressed it through her tight trousers. Fuck they felt sexy as fuck to touch. Her hole was nice and firm for a woman of her years. He unfastened the hooks and buttons on her trousers, then the zip and he felt them slide down her thighs. He then he placed his middle finger inside her wet fanny. She was fucking soaking. They got on the bed and she in turn took his jeans off. She put her hand on his cock. She could feel the heartbeat in it. Thick and veiny. Veins like plastic straws running all over it like a messed up road map. She wondered what it would taste like. But not now. Bernie wanted it inside her. Her only regret was her chewing gum grey cotton breifs. Fuck they were a passion killer. He yanked them off and whispered in her ear are you ready for this? She just nodded innocently. Then she felt it’s tip at the entrance. She tingled with excitement. Then without warning he pushed it in. Jesus it was sore. It hurt bad. Was he big or was she just tight? Either way it hurt. She told him to go easy so he duly obliged. She then relaxed as he went to town. Slowly deeply. Fuck it was good to feel a man again. To feel a hard cock. So it was a bit of a disappointment when Padraig face became contorted and he started to groan and then exclaim it’s coming. I’m going to cum and with that Bernie felt the hot cum shooting up her cunt. It was pleasurable but she had to admit it gave her more pleasure to know that she now had a certain power over Padraig. She knew his weakness and she loved it. What woman wouldn’t? The day’s ahead didn’t seem so dreary and boring now.
A mother-in-laws unexpected journey [M4F]
Bernadette was the epitome of the Irish mammy. The matriarch who for years had ruled her household on a tight rein. She’d had her fair share of knocks too. A wayward son with a severe alcohol problem. A daughter who’d had been left in a wheelchair as a result of a botched operation up in Dublin. Niamh was married to Padraig and for the most time content. Been in wheelchair in your early forties wasn’t ideal but there was nothing they could do. Consultants and specialist were in agreement that Niamh was indeed lucky to be alive. If this wasn’t bad enough Bernadette was widowed in her early sixties due to the curse of the bottle. Dennis was a good man but weak when it came to stout and whisky. So as you can see Bernie as she was known to her family and friends was to say the least, weary and tired.
Lately Padraig was hanging around while Niamh went for physio. Padraig was lonely and Bernie could sense it. She’d try and cheer him up but it was futile. It was adult conversation and intimacy he craved. The touch of a woman. It was a Tuesday morning. Padraig called in as usual for the tea and chat with Bernie but she was out. The house was quiet and all he could hear was the snores of Cahir coming from the upstairs back bedroom after a night of boozing. He boiled the kettle anyway. Just then the door opened. It was Bernie. She’d told Padraig that she’d been at Joan Byrne’s funeral. An old neighbour from way back. Hence the black attire. As she took off her winter coat he couldn’t help notice Bernie looked different. He hadn’t noticed before but for a woman of her age she had a decent figure. She’d always wear skirts and aprons like the traditional Irish mammy, not today. No. She was wearing a black sensible cashmere jumper that came to just above her waist with a white blouse underneath and a pair of black trousers. All you’d expect for a funeral. But lately Padraig was masturbating more than usual. Playing out scenarios in his head. Taboo things. Things like having Bernie. His world weary, battle beating downtrodden mother in law. She bent over to lift the milk out of the fridge and noticed the panties line in her trousers. Full panties or granny panties was probably what she had on, but it didn’t stop him from fantasizing that they maybe wear silky nylon and heaven forbid a whore red. Jesus it was getting desperate. He was just so horny all the time. Now his attentions was aimed at his wife’s mother. Jesus if there was a hell, he was going. He got up and offered to help Bernie make the tea and what he did next was a creepy despicable thing. He purposely brushed his hand against her bum. The trousers felt lovely. Polyester was cheap but the sight of her bum and pantie line in them made him hard. Jesus Bernie I’m sorry he said. She blushed and said not to worry. A joke about a cheap thrill was muttered from her lips but he wasn’t listening. She laughed and carried on talking. Only this time she never took her eyes of him. She kept looking at him in the eye. When he said he had to go Bernie said grand and stood up to see him out. As she stood up he commented on how she scrubbed up well. Especially liking her look in trousers. She smiled and no point in lying felt a little flutter in the pit of her stomach. She seen him out and carried on with her day.