"Bloody hell!"
That was my - somewhat less than sympathetic - response, when my wife told me that her mother had left her husband and was moving in with us.
I remembered her first - and last - visit, about a year after we had gotten married. The woman criticised constantly and interfered with everything. As the days passed, and our relationship grew ever more strained, her snide remarks set my teeth on edge, and my temper grew dangerously short.
When she finally left - after four horrible weeks - even my wife was relieved. I just felt, as if a poisonous fog had finally left the house.
And now, the hag was moving in - duration unknown.
I bluntly told my wife, that I didn't think our marriage would survive another month with her mother, and left the house - slamming the door behind me.
The next day Jayne - my wife - had to pick her up from the airport, as I flatly refused.
When they returned, I hid in the den - trying to delay the inevitable for as long as possible. I listened to them go upstairs and go into the spare room. To have a good whinge, no doubt.
Nobody seemed to be thinking about dinner, and I wondered if I would have to take them out. Take-aways weren't really an option, as I knew how Lenore felt about them.
But damnit - this was MY home! I resolved to dig in my heels and order Chinese. If the woman didn't like it - she could damn well fend for herself.
So I sat there stewing, until Jayne came down and found me. She sat in the other chair and just looked at me. My heart melted somewhat, when I saw that she had been crying, but I was determined not to give in this time.
Jayne sighed: "She's a complete mess. Please give her a chance?"
I bit back a sarcastic remark and managed to squeeze out through my teeth: "It won't be me, who fires the first shot. But I won't put up with her constantly putting me down in my own home anymore."
Jayne nodded. "You have no idea what a shock the break-up has been to her. Apparently Daddy completely blew his stack, and said some very harsh things to her. She thought, their marriage was fine."
I could just imagine some of the things, Peter might have told her. No doubt, he was roaming around singing "Born Freeeeee", right about now.
Well, we did have Chinese that night. Lenore never came down. Jayne said, she was emotionally exhausted. I responded, that she was probably just gathering her strength for the upcoming taking over of the house. Perhaps even memorising a list of nasty things to say to me. It was probably a good thing, that I only said it in my head.
The next day - being Sunday - we had a late breakfast. Lenore finally came down the stairs.
We exchanged bland greetings, and she joined us at the table.
I surreptitiously studied my nemesis.
There was that pinched prune-face, I remembered so well. Her lips seemingly pursed in permanent disapproval. When she opened her mouth, I always thought of a Piranha. She'd cut her bottle-blonde hair short - it barely reached the collar of her blouse. She was still slim though. Probably ten kilos less than Jayne. Her eyes were sunken deep into their sockets, and she was trembling slightly. She looked utterly exhausted.
We managed to get through Sunday with a minimum of fuss, and Monday I was - thankfully - at work. On my way home though, I wondered if the shock had worn off yet, and whether I would be greeted with Dragon-fire.
Well - I'm sure that the Reader is not terribly interested in the details of the following four or five months. Lenore gradually recovered her composure. We did start sniping at each other. But two things, stopped it from turning into all-out war. One was Jayne, who impartially slapped us both down - hard - whenever it seemed to get out of hand. The other was Lenore herself. Something inside her seemed to be broken. It was, as if she tried to summon the Dragon-fire, but could only belch a little smoke.
A couple of times, I hinted that it might be time to move on (and - more importantly - out), but the gals closed rank on that one, leaving me fuming.
And then two things happened almost simultaneously. My hours were cut to 24 a week, and Jayne was given a new contract at the hospital, requiring her to work longer hours.
Short of becoming a regular at the pub, or aimlessly roaming the streets, I was now forced to spend more time at home - with Lenore.
Of course, she had sarcastic things to say about my "loafing around the house", while Jayne was "working herself to death". I swallowed it for almost two weeks, before exploding: "I'm sorry, that neither I - nor Jayne's father - ever managed to live up to your lofty expectations, oh bleed'n Queen of Sheba!"
I stalked out. And she didn't speak to me - or even look at me - for two days. Jayne knew that something had happened between us, but was too tired from work to get involved - as long as the cutlery was not yet flying through the air.
Over the following five weeks or so, we maintained an uneasy truce. I knew my shot had hit it's mark, because Lenore was uncharacteristically subdued.
And then she did the most horrible thing to me..........
It was a Sunday, and we were all going to go to the movies. Jayne was still upstairs, getting ready. Lenore and I were both in the living-room. She was sitting in the armchair - filing her nails - while I was on the sofa, reading the paper. As usual, we pretty much ignored each other.
I happened to glance her way, as I turned the page, and it hit me like a sudden blast of hot water in the shower.
Lenore was wearing a red and pink dress. I could just see the top of her white bra.
Her legs were crossed, and she hadn't noticed that her dress had bunched up - exposing all her thigh. Her tan nylons were being held up by straps. And her legs just looked awesome!
Confused, I hid behind the paper, before she could catch me ogling. It wasn't as if I hadn't seen her legs before. Well - I couldn't remember ever seeing them in nylons. Then again, I sure hadn't been looking. So, why now? The answer was obvious. I was feeling randy. Sex between Jayne and me hadn't exactly died, but with her longer hours, frequency had gone way down, and mostly it was a case of getting it over with quickly. I'd felt the need to masturbate more frequently lately, and all this was no doubt the reason, Lenore's legs had given me a hard-on.
Yup - there it was - I was lusting after my wrinkly, fifty-one year old mother-in-law. Only there was nothing wrinkly about her legs. I just wanted to touch them.
Jayne finally came down, and we headed for the cinema. Don't ask me what the movie was about though - I just kept imagining those legs wrapped around me, as I was fucking Lenore's dried-up old cunt..........
Lenore:
*If I file my nails much longer, I won't have any left. Why is that girl taking so long? We're only going to the movies, not a grand ball.
Hello? Was The Jerk perving at my legs? Oh - I'm sitting on my bunched up dress, and he can practically see my bum! Still - if he's perving at my old pegs, he's no doubt panting after every little bit of skirt out there. Men! They'll hump anything that's still got some breath left in it. Maybe I should tell Jayne? But aren't I being a bit of a hypocrite? Didn't I make the effort of dressing like this, because I secretly hoped some man might notice me? I guess I need a little reassurance, after the things Peter said to me. Ah - let him look. It's not as if there's much chance of anyone else noticing me. As they say - who cares where he gets his appetite - as long as he eats at home. Maybe I should tell Jayne to wear a skirt and nylons around the house more often. Always with the tracksuit-pants. No wonder The Jerk was ogling me.
Ah - Her Highness is finally coming down for her grand entrance. Hope the movie is worth the trouble of getting dressed up.*
~ Shopping-day ~
*I hate going shopping with The Jerk - he always rushes through the aisles as if it's a race, and gets so cranky when I take my time. I should just ask for the car-keys and go by myself. He hates shopping anyway. Hm - next week, I will!
Now - what to wear? Plain orange shift. Black pantyhose. That'll do. Heh - when I sit down, it'll sit almost two hand-widths above my knees. That'll give The Jerk something to perve at! Hello? Where did that come from? Naughty granny - must behave myself..........
Cute, how he keeps squinting at my legs out of the corner of his eye. Ah - traffic lights. I'll just scoot down in the seat a bit. Yup - that made my skirt ride up. Now I'll place my hand on my knee - like so - and absently stroke my leg.
"Uh - it's green!"
Heh - gotcha! That was almost too easy. Men are such boys!
Hm - maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all. I wish he'd concentrate on the traffic, not my legs. Is that a bulge in his pants?*
~Laundry-day~
*Well - that's the ironing finally done. Ok, I'll just take this pile into their bedroom, then I can put my feet up for a while. Why is the door closed? The bed is creaking. Oh - The Jerk is wanking. I should come back later. But. Where's the fun in that?
Oh....My....Lord! Look at the size of that thing! Must be almost eight inches. Nice and straight. The helmet is a beautiful shape. Oh, come on! Pull the sheet back down!
"Uh - sorry. Didn't realize you were in here. I'll - um - leave you to it then."
Heh - the look on his face was priceless. But what on earth possessed me to barge in on him anyway. Wicked woman! But that is a magnificent piece he's got there. I hope, Jayne knows how lucky she is. Probably not - or he wouldn't be so randy all the time. My god, what it must feel like to have that push itself all the way inside you. Shit - now I'm leaking. Maybe it's time I bought myself a dildo. But I threw the last one out, because it just wasn't the same. Not the same at all.*
~Breakfast~
*Barging in on him was definitely a mistake. I haven't been able to stop thinking about his penis. It's so much more impressive than Peter's was. And now I'm horny all the time. Every night, when I play with myself, I get off thinking about him fucking me. It's just wrong! He's my daughter's husband! Not only that - he's The Jerk. Yeah - a jerk with a beautiful penis, that I crave. It has been funny though - how embarrassed he now is, around me.
And here we all are at the breakfast-table. Jayne is wearing that baggy jumper again. I'm not wearing a bra underneath this loose top. Every time I move, he can see the side of my breast. And I'm sure that - were I to lean forward - he would be able to see my nipple.
Like this.
Heh - the schmuck almost choked. Ok. I better stop this game. At least in front of Jayne. Seriously? This is what I am thinking now?*
~What's for dinner?~
*Mad - I'm stark, raving mad! I'm standing here - at the kitchen-sink - wearing nothing but an apron, waiting for Him to come home. I've placed a small mirror, so I can watch the doorway. And a transistor is blaring, so I can pretend not to have heard him. Soon - they'll be coming to take me away - to the funny-farm.
Here he comes, I heard the door. Time to pretend to be doing the dishes. What's taking him so long? There! Look at him - frozen in the door-way - like a fly in amber. His eyes are practically raping my bare bum! Nothing to see here - just doing the dishes - humming to the radio - heh. Look at that - he's grabbing his crotch - rubbing it! That's enough now - mustn't spoil the schmuck. Turning around.
"Oh! Shit! I was about to get in the bath, when I remembered the dishes and wanted to get them out of the way. I thought, I'd have enough time before you returned. I am so sorry!"
Rushing past him. If I time it just right - there - brushed his crotch with my butt. Heh-heh. I can just picture him running upstairs and furiously pulling himself!*
~Television-evening~
*I think, I need to stop fooling myself. Maybe it really did start out as just a game, but I need to face the fact, that I am trying to seduce my son-in-law. But I don't even like him! I guess, being desired is a great aphrodisiac. And that beautiful penis of his! It's wasted on Jayne. I was so sneaky - I hope - when I had that little chat with Jayne. Casually brought the conversation around to their sex-life. Reading between the lines, it sounds as if she's just "doing her duty", but not really into it anymore. Or maybe I'm just telling myself that, to make myself feel better about seducing her husband? No - I think, I'm right. And I could even argue, that I am just doing Jayne a favour. Because, if he doesn't get it from her, he will only go out and get it elsewhere. Much better to do it with me. Right - I could also argue that I am full of it!
Alright, I knew he would be home late - in fact, I've been counting on it - but if he doesn't get here soon, I will fall asleep for real. Now - once again - did I forget anything? Lights are dim, and my face is in deep shadow. As long as I only squint through my eyelids, he won't know I'm awake. TV is turned on low, so he thinks I dozed off watching it. I've made myself comfortable on the sofa, so I don't end up fidgeting, although - if he doesn't show soon - I might have to rethink that. I'm wearing the new lingerie I bought. A black, lacy thong, through which you can see my bush. And a black, lacy, see-through, baby-doll nightie, which doesn't quite cover the thong and emphasizes, rather than hides my breasts. And the saggy, little things need all the help they can get! At least it shows off my areolas nicely. Ah - I can hear the car pull in. One last adjustment of my bathrobe - bottom, covering three-quarters of my pussy - top, showing one breast, almost to the nipple. Perfect. Deep breath. Let the games begin.
Look at him, standing in the doorway. Trying to see. Trying to figure out, if I'm awake. Trying to decide whether to approach or not. Here he comes, practically tip-toeing. Schmuck. Stopping next to my knee. Oh my - nice erection, you have there. He doesn't know where to look. His eyes are racing over my body so fast, he's going to become cross-eyed. Stop it! Mustn't start giggling now - that would ruin everything. He's bending over my face. Close eyes. Wait. Wait. What's that? He's moving my bathrobe - opening it up, oh so slowly. Wait some more. It feels, like both sides are now pulled away. He must be able to see everything. Dare I peek? To hell with it!
Ah - his hands are hovering above my breasts. He must be dying to touch them. Wonder if he'll dare? Guess not. He's clenching his hands into fists. Poor baby - it must be so frustrating for him. He's kneeling down now. Lowering his face towards my pussy. Trying to get a good look. Wonder if he can see how wet I am? No - my thighs are together. Darn - should have thought of that. Hello? His nose is almost touching me now. He's taking a deep breath. And another. That's it - smell my sex - smell how hot I am. Later, I'll leave my thong in the laundry-basket. I wonder, if you'll sniff it? Maybe I should have worn normal undies. There can't be much scent sticking to that tiny string. What's he doing now? Looks like he wants to move my leg, but doesn't quite dare. Should I move it for him? No - too obvious! He's getting up. Going upstairs. Guess, he couldn't stand it anymore. I win! So - why do I feel cheated?*
~Lust~
Damn that woman!
I couldn't stand it anymore - I had to have her!
Ever since that evening, when she'd fallen asleep on the sofa, I was consumed with desire for Lenore. Every waking moment, she was torturing me. At night, I tossed and turned, wishing I'd had the guts to just take her then.
Oh - I had been wondering - was she just playing me? Or was she truly oblivious to the effect she had on me? Maybe she was even deliberately trying to entrap me - to break up my marriage. After all, she never did like me.
But those moments of clarity were becoming increasingly more rare. Mostly I just wanted her. My dick throbbed for her pussy. My balls ached to empty their seed into her.
That's it!
Before I knew it, I had left Jayne sleeping in our bed, and was standing in front of Lenore's bedroom. I listened - nothing. I grabbed the knob, turned it, and slowly opened the door. The room was dark. I crept to the window and groped for the string which opens the drapes. One inch. Two. There - now there was just enough light from the street-lamp so I could see Lenore's shape under the sheet.
I tiptoed over to the bed and looked at her face. I couldn't really see it in the shadows, though. Very slowly, I lifted the sheet off her, and looked down.
She was naked.
Lying on her back, one leg slightly cocked to the side, she was finally at my mercy. My dick was throbbing in anticipation. I bent over her pussy and took a deep breath. Once again, I savoured that sweet aroma, which had so enflamed me on that night. Nowhere near as strong, but definitely there.
I moved up, and hovered above her breasts. I reached out with my tongue, and flicked the tip over her nipple. I swirled it around a few times, and then flicked it again. It was now erect and stiff. I placed my lips and tongue around it and sucked gently.
Lenore stirred and turned onto her side.
I stood up and dropped my pyjama-pants. Naked, I stood there - next to my mother-in law - dripping cum on her bed, from my engorged phallus.
I just stood there for maybe two minutes - slowly stroking my dick. Then I moved closer, and lightly rubbed the head of my dick over Lenore's lips.
Her eyes flew open.
I pushed her onto her back and climbed on top of her. She was trying to hold me back. I grabbed her wrists and held them down above her head. With my knees, I forced Lenore's legs apart. I lowered myself and positioned the head of my dick near the entrance to her tunnel. Lenore's struggles were making me even hotter.
I poked around, until I found her hot opening. Then - with one rough thrust - I forced my dick into Lenore's cunt. She grunted, but otherwise made no noise.
Still restraining her wrists, I was thrusting into her like a madman. I couldn't reach her breasts, without letting go, so instead I lowered my head to the pillow and bit her neck - hard. Lenore moaned in pain.
I felt the pressure building, but didn't want it to end yet. Retribution would come soon enough. I snarled into Lenore's ear: "Don't make a sound - or else!"
Much - much later, the absurdity of that would hit me, but at the time my brain was obviously derailed.
I let go of Lenore's wrists and moved down to her breasts. Clamping my mouth on one, I licked, sucked and bit like a rabid dog - while my hand was cruelly mauling her other breast. Then I switched. Had I tried that with Jayne, she would have kneed me in the balls, just as hard as she could. Lenore just lay there, whimpering in pain.
I felt, I was ready for a second round and sat back. I grabbed Lenore, lifted her off the bed, flung her onto her face, grabbed her ass, and pulled her into my groin.
Then I entered her from behind. Her cunt was still wet from my previous lubrication, so I had no problem. Holding onto her hips, I fucked her with long, deep strokes, watching her ass-hole, which kept opening and closing, like a fish gasping for air.
All too soon, I felt myself getting close again. I let go of one hip and felt for her clit. To my surprise, her hand was in the way, so I grabbed her breast instead, kneading it as hard as I could. Then I let go of the other hip, and forced my thumb into Lenore's ass. She bit the pillow in pain, and convulsed. This caused my thumb to slip in deeper, just as I started to cum. Weeks of frustration finally found their release. I kept thrusting as hard as I could, Lenore was pushing back, so as not to hit her head on the wall, and my balls released a torrent of cum into Lenore's cunt. I had to bite my lips, so as not to roar with relief. Then my knees gave way under me, and I collapsed next to Lenore.
Slowly, sanity returned, and I knew I was done for. I felt shame for what I had done, fear at having to face Jayne after Lenore told her that she had been raped by me. Regret at having ruined my marriage.
#SLAP#
Shocked, I stopped contemplating my doom, and opened my eyes. My cheek stung, where Lenore had slapped me - hard. Her hand went around my throat and choked me. I was about to try and remove it, when she placed her face next to mine and hissed in my ear: "Sooo - raping a poor, defenceless old woman. I suppose you feel like a real macho bull now? Well - we'll see about that! You told me not to make a sound - or else. Now it's MY turn. You will do as you are told - or else the two of us are going to have a nice, long chat with my daughter! Now - move down and into the middle of the bed!"
With that, she released her choke-hold. Gasping for air, I complied.
"You filthy beast left about a gallon of your disgusting cum inside my pussy. You're going to clean it all out with your tongue - and don't you dare spill a drop!"
With that, Lenore lowered her dripping pussy onto my mouth. And I do mean dripping - all the gunk I had deposited inside her, was now flowing out - onto my face. I hesitated just long enough for her to grab my balls and squeeze. Thus encouraged, I reluctantly started to lap up the sticky mess.
Lenore moaned softly, and I found that I was starting to enjoy myself. As I alternated licking up our mingled juices, with swirling my tongue around her clit, I started getting another erection.
Lenore noticed, and grabbed my dick. She lowered her head and bit my shaft - hard. I flinched, but then I felt her soothing mouth engulf the head.
By now, the juice I was drinking, tasted different - sweeter. I guess, I had gulped most of my deposit, and was now being drenched with Lenore's own juices. And then she came. Her thighs clamped tight around my head, her pussy was jammed down hard onto my mouth and nose, and I felt her, first quiver, then convulse. She had been playing with my balls, so she must have felt them contract. As her mouth sped up on my dick, she jammed a finger in my ass, and I came into her mouth.
~Retribution~
*Of course, Jayne would never believe him, if he tried to tell her how it really happened. If her mummy were to break down however, and sob out my story of violent rape, she would certainly believe - and He would be screwed - big-time - and not in a good way, heh.
I think it's all worked out for the best anyway. Jayne doesn't get pestered for sex so often anymore.
He gets his balls drained regularly.
I get to play with that big, beautiful cock, whenever I am in the mood.
And most importantly:
"That's the spot - massage that a bit harder. If my shoulders aren't so sore later, maybe I'll put on some nylons, and let you lick my feet."
Yes - there it is - I can feel his dick getting hard inside my butt-crack.
Most importantly - I am the ruler of our little kingdom now..........*
"Bloody Hell!"
