A Son in Law's Revenge
written by:
Joshua

When I married my wife, Linda, I had no idea that her mother would move in with us after we'd been married less than three years. I mean, here I was, twenty-four years old, holding down a good job, and married to a woman who couldn't get enough sex in one day. Let me tell you, Linda was insatiable when it came to sex. We fucked on the kitchen table, the living room sofa, even while I sat on the toilet and she rode my cock like an untamed horse. But all that came to an end when Linda's father died and it was discovered that her drunken father had left nothing for either his daughter or his widow. So, because her mother literally had nowhere to go when the debt collectors came knocking, Linda had no choice but to clear out the spare bedroom and arrange for her mother to come live with us. Once the fifty-eight year old Stephanie moved in, life became a living hell for me.

You see, Linda's mother and I have never really gotten along. Oh, sure, she tolerated me, and I tolerated her, but only because we both knew that at the end of the day, we'd each return to our homes and be out of each other's sight. When Linda and I were dating, Stephanie went out of her way to convince her daughter that I was a deadbeat, and would never amount to anything. Well, Stephanie certainly got that part wrong because I graduated at the head of my computer science class and was recruited by numerous high-tech firms around the nation. I had my pick of where I could go, and while I opted for a really high-paying job in California, I had to give in when Linda's father became ill shortly after graduation and Linda decided she couldn't live an extended distance from her father. So, I took a job located a few miles from our town and settled into the married life. Part of the deal was that I was allowed to work from home, a benefit I came to enjoy greatly. Linda's father finally died and it was then we discovered what he'd left: nothing.

I'm not sure what Stephanie's sex life was like before she moved in with us, but I can tell you that she aged well. In her teenage years, Stephanie won second place in a state beauty pageant where the winner went off to the Miss America pageant. Linda had shown me photos of Stephanie when her mother was young, and to be honest, although I didn't like her very much, I do have to admit that Stephanie was one hell of a good looking woman when she was in her twenties. And now, even at age fifty-eight, Stephanie was still a beautiful woman. She was tall and dressed well for all occasions, often wearing a skirt and heels that highlighted her well-toned legs. Stephanie's hair was solid white now, the effect of caring for a husband who was a bastard to her. Her brown eyes bore into me so often, I was familiar with the depth of her eyes. And her tits: I'd seen photos of Stephanie wearing a bikini and I can say here and now that the tits protruding from her chest were massive. And they still are impressive. Stephanie often wears low-cut, cleavage-revealing blouses and she never fails to gather more than enough stares from men of all ages whenever Linda, Stephanie, and myself go out to dinner. But each time, she seemed not to notice the leers of the wolves who openly stared at her tits.

But all that was secondary to me because every time I encountered Stephanie, she always seemed to focus in on what she perceived to be my obvious shortfalls. I mean, she wouldn't even wait for me to leave the room before her bitching began and she pointed out to Linda that she'd made a mistake by marrying me. There were so many times I wanted to tell Stephanie off, but, following the advice of my best friend, bit my tongue and remained silent.

The silence did nothing to stop Stephanie. Even when Linda went shopping and Stephanie and I were left alone in the house, Stephanie continued to berate me, to criticize everything I did. "Why don't you do things the right way?" was her favorite expression toward me. But while the words stung and I came to hate Stephanie, I continued to remain silent and keep my distance from my mother-in-law.

Now, if there was one thing Stephanie was not, it was stupid. She knew she was getting under my skin, and she enjoyed every moment of it. Let me give you an example. One evening, I was preparing dinner, as I do often, because I enjoy cooking. Linda was on her way home, and I'd started the meal while Stephanie sat in the den and watched the television. Some minutes later, she rose from her chair, left the room. Not two minutes later, I heard her yelling from the hallway bathroom. Rushing there, I saw the toilet overflowing. I immediately shut off the water supply, then gathered the tools to stop the toilet from overflowing. Stephanie offered to finish dinner for me, an offer which I had no choice but to accept while I repaired the toilet. Twenty minutes later, after removing a large, shapeless blob from the toilet, I returned to the kitchen to discover Linda had finally arrived home, and her mother describing how I'd been in the bathroom the last half hour doing "god only knows what." Linda was furious with me because we had plans for after dinner, and despite my telling her what had actually happened, Stephanie continued to deny that anything had happened to the toilet, and that all I'd done all day was "just watch television or read his stupid books." Stephanie, for whatever reason, had actually turned my wife against me, and for the remainder of the evening, Linda refused to even speak to me. I tried to confront Stephanie about her lies and deception, but she locked herself away in her bedroom, located just off the den, and I didn't see her until the next morning when she appeared at breakfast with a smug smile spread across her face.

But there's another problem as well, one I can't tell my wife about. Linda must sometimes travel away from town for several weeks on a business trip to Europe or China. The last time she left, scheduled to be away for almost a month, we'd had a fight, once again started by Stephanie, and my wife and I hadn't had sex for three weeks before her departure. Linda even refused to have sex with me the night before she left, telling me she was just simply too tired from packing to let me into her pussy.

Fortunately for me, Stephanie made an announcement that she would be using Linda's absence as an opportunity to visit her sister in upstate New York. "I'll be gone at least two weeks, Linda," she announced two evenings before Linda's departure. "And I plan on leaving tomorrow." Well, all that was fine with me because I've always enjoyed alone time, doing what I want when I want to. And to be honest, I planned to spend a considerable amount of time at my favorite bar, located within walking distance of my home. So, I could go there, drink as much as I wished, and then walk home without having to fear driving under the influence.

And as soon as the house was empty, that's exactly what I did. I walked to the bar every evening after dinner, had several whiskies, talked to my friends, and when I was ready, went home and went to sleep. On the fourth night there, however, I encountered an old girlfriend from college, a woman I'd dated before I met Linda, and we hit it off again, just as we had when we were in school. Sheri didn't care that I was married, and she was especially interested when I informed her that I also had an empty house less than a five minute walk away. I know bringing Sheri to my house was wrong, but let's face facts here: when has a man ever not listened to a rock hard cock? Sheri and I walked arm in arm to my house, but as soon as we were inside the front door, the clothes flew and we found ourselves on the den sofa fucking like rabbits. Lying on her back on the sofa, Sheri's huge titties jiggled like two massive pots of gelatin each time my cock slammed into her cunt, and, to my pleasure, she squealed loudly and frequently as we continued to fuck on the furniture.

I was only seconds from coming inside Sheri's sweet pussy, when her eyes suddenly widened. I was convinced she was on the verge of coming, on the edge of exploding in sexual waves of ecstasy while I pile-drove my seven inch cock between her pussy lips. Looking down at Sheri, I needed just a few seconds to realize that something else was happening. By now, Sheri had turned her head slightly to the right and when I followed her eyes, my heart stopped immediately with what I saw.

Standing at the back of the sofa was my mother-in-law, Stephanie, arms crossed, an expression on her face that resembled disgust with me. I ceased all forward motion, my cock buried to the hilt inside Sheri's cunt, my heart racing, as I realized I'd been caught fucking another woman by my mother-in-law. "Well, what do we have here?" Stephanie asked, her eyes alternating between myself and Sheri. Stephanie extended her right arm and pointed her finger at Sheri, the tip colored by red nail polish, and said, "And who the fuck might this be, Steve? The reason I ask is because she looks nothing like my daughter." I felt Sheri moving under me, and for the next silent, tense moments, Sheri and I dressed while Stephanie remained standing behind the sofa. Sheri left immediately and I slumped down into the sofa. Stephanie made her way to a large, leather chair located across from me and continued to stare at me for what seemed an eternity. "Well, Steve, it seems we have a situation here, don't we?" I couldn't face Stephanie, knowing my marriage had come to an end because she would certainly tell Linda what I'd done. I envisioned a messy divorce that would cost me not only a wife, but my life's earnings as well. When I finally raised my eyes to look at Stephanie, I couldn't believe what I saw: the bitch was actually smiling at me. Not frowning, not scowling, but actually smiling.

"Stephanie, just what are you smiling at?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. "Why aren't you screaming at me? Why do you seem so happy when you should be enraged?" Our eyes met, and Stephanie said nothing. She simply sat in the chair with her hands folded in her lap.

Finally, Stephanie spoke. "I'm sure you're wondering why I'm here when I should be in New York," my mother-in-law said. "My sister became ill, and I felt it was in my best interest to just come home early." Staring at me, she said, "I can see now that was a wise decision." For a full minute, neither she nor I spoke. Finally, her words broke the heavy silence. "I'm not angry, Steve," she said, her eyes drilling into mine. "I should get up from this chair and punish you somehow, but I won't." When she saw my obvious confusion, Stephanie leaned forward and smiled again. "No, Steve, I have you right where I want you, you bastard," she said, the smile widening across her face. For the next half hour, Stephanie outlined how I would do everything she asked me to do, and if I didn't, "Well, then, all I have to do is explain to my daughter how I caught you fucking another woman in her house," she explained.

All that was a year ago. True to her word, Stephanie hasn't muttered a word about catching me fucking Sheri sine that one fateful evening. But since then, I've been at Stephanie's every beck and call. I've taken her to the shopping mall when I had plans to do something else. I painted her bedroom a color I detest. I put up with her stupid friends who invade my house when Linda's away and cater to them by bringing drinks or snacks. She even demands that I draw her bath, and wait in the bathroom with my back turned while she tests the water temperature. If she's satisfied with how warm the water is, then I'm free to go. If not, then Stephanie adds another stupid task to my never-ending list of shit I'm obligated to do for her.

There are so many things I've done for Stephanie, but the most degrading of them all is serving her breakfast in bed, again, each time Linda travels for business. Each morning Linda is away, I make breakfast for Stephanie and deliver it on a silver tray in her bedroom. And to make matters worse, I'm supposed to simply stand by the bedside while Stephanie eats the food I prepared.

It's these breakfasts that get me, though. You see, as I said, Stephanie really is a beautiful woman. Each morning I served her breakfast in bed, she seemed to be wearing a nightgown that revealed almost every inch of her still impressive cleavage. And to make matters worse, Stephanie possessed the largest and most pointed set of nipples I'd ever seen. Oh, I'd ever seen them personally, but the two large bumps that announced their presence when I saw her in her nightgown convinced me that they were huge. From time to time, Stephanie would move her body under the tray, causing her nipples to push the limits of the thin nightie. If Stephanie knew I was staring at her tits, she never acknowledged the fact. Instead, she stalled and stalled, taking her time, knowing full well that her demands were making my life unbearable.

So now, here I am, a year's time after being caught by Stephanie and becoming her personal slave. There have been so many times when I wanted to just tell Stephanie to go ahead, tell Linda that she'd caught me fucking Sheri in our den. Lately, I've grown very, very tired of living my life with a threat hanging over it. And last night, the pressure of living this way finally got to me and I acted.

Linda was gone again, away for the first night of a two week business trip to France. As usual, I catered to Stephanie, bringing her breakfast in bed, doing her laundry, and any other mundane task she demanded I do. All day long, I moved from one task to another, slowly steaming, slowly becoming angrier by the minute.

As the evening wore on, Stephanie increasingly drank more and more wine. All night, she drained one glass after another, emptying two full bottles before ten o'clock. Despite being pissed at my mother-in-law, I have to admit I was in complete awe of Stephanie, amazed at the amount of alcohol she drank, yet still seem completely aware of her surroundings. She even developed a way of demanding that I refill her glass: As soon as the glass was empty, Stephanie would simply hold the glass at arm's length, wave it in my direction, and wait for me to refill it. And the bitch never once said "thank you." Finally, somewhere around midnight, Stephanie stood, declared it was time for bed, and described the items she demanded I prepare for her for breakfast the next morning. "And don't be late preparing my meal, Steve," she demanded, her finger pointed squarely at me. "You remember that I really hate being pissed off." With that statement, she turned on her heel and made her way to her bedroom, closing the door behind her.

Finally, I told myself, now it's my turn for some peace and quiet. I gathered my laptop, made myself a powerful double whisky, and headed for the seclusion of my bedroom, located immediately above Stephanie's bedroom. Because it had been some time since Linda and I had fucked, I decided to visit my favorite porn site, one that featured videos of huge-tittied, older women sucking cocks, taking it up the ass, and doing other lewd acts that turned me on. I've always had a thing for older women, and this porn site was my favorite of the many I visited on a regular basis. Every woman in the videos was at least fifty years old and wore high heels and stockings, something that has always gotten my cock hard. And they often used dildos on each other in lesbian acts. Within minutes, my cock was concrete-hard, my hand stroking the shaft. Although I credit myself with having great sexual self-control, I exploded after just a few moments, the white, warm crème flowing from my cock like lava. I'm not sure why, but I seemed to have produced an excessive amount of come, and so, with the video continuing to run, I lifted my naked body from the bed and made my way to the bathroom to wash the jizz from my body. I was gone no more than two minutes. With my cock now half-flacid, and my body entirely nude, I made my way back to the bed, determined to view more porn sights that would make me come again.

When I returned to the bedroom, however, I was unprepared for what awaited me. With my cock pointing limply at my feet, I stepped into the room to find Stephanie standing beside my bed, her eyes glued to the porn still present on the computer screen. Stephanie was dressed in a man's shirt, the long tails covering her ass and cunt, stretching to the mid-point between her waist and her knees. Stephanie's chest was rising and falling as if she'd just run several miles or exerted herself somehow. Her right hand rested at the fourth button on the shirt, her fingertips hidden by the cloth where she'd extended them into the garment. I was stuck, not knowing what to do, but also realizing I could not stand there naked with my mother-in-law just a few feet away.

Finally, I made a motion to slip backward into the bathroom but my movement caught Stephanie's eye. "Oh, no, you don't," the bitch said loudly. "You just stop right there." With our eyes locked, Stephanie pointed to the computer screen and said, "You're a fucking pervert, Steve, that's what you are!" Not knowing what I should do, I remained still, knowing Stephanie had a clear view of my cock, still hanging like a limp sausage between my legs. For the first time, Stephanie acknowledged my nakedness, and pointing to my cock, sneered and said, "It's no wonder Linda doesn't want to fuck you," she said, a wide grin stretching across her face. "She said your cock was small, and now, I believe her." Stepping away from the bed, Stephanie made her way across the room, but just before leaving my bedroom, stopped at my side, again focused her eyes on my cock and said, "What a fucking loser you are Steve." A loud laugh escaped her lips as she tilted her head back, her long, white hair cascading down her shoulders, and said, "Just a fucking loser. Now I know what Linda meant when she said you've never been able to satisfy her sexual urges!" Another laugh and Stephanie moved toward the bedroom door. Hoping Stephanie would simply leave me to my misery, Stephanie turned on her bare heel, looked at me again and said, "It's no wonder you have to look at old women fucking: You certainly can't get anyone else to fuck you."

By now, you can see that Stephanie is actually a very cruel woman. Rather than leave the bedroom, she stopped in the doorway and turned to face me. "Oh, and by the way, asshole: Don't think that this little escapade will be forgotten." Her eyes boring into me from a distance of less than five feet, her right index finger again pointed at me like a pistol, she said, "I'm going to be awake the rest of the night thinking of ways to make you pay for this: you can believe that." When I said nothing, Stephanie took two steps toward me, our bodies separated by a mere six inches. Again, Stephanie stared at my limp cock, then raised her eyes and said to me, "Have you ever asked yourself why Linda goes away so often, Steve?" When I didn't respond, the bitch sneered at me again and said, "Have you ever asked yourself if Linda's getting the cock she really wants when she's away on business?"

And then, finally, Stephanie was gone, the sound of her bare feet on the wooden floors fading as she made her way back to her bedroom. In less than three steps, I was back on my bed, my heart racing now with the knowledge that Stephanie's control over me had just tightened.

For what seemed like an eternity, I sat on my bed, still naked, and asked myself how I would ever get out of this predicament. Stephanie's words about Linda stung deeply, and I began to ask myself if Linda really loved me, after all. The more I thought about Stephanie catching me watching porn in the privacy of my own bedroom, however, the madder I became. It suddenly dawned on me that I could no longer stand to be treated like a prisoner in my own home, and unless I did something about it right then, that very instant, I would forever remain a slave to my bitch mother-in-law. By now, the anger in me was seething, burning through every fiber in my naked body. How could I live in a house with two conniving women, I asked? How could I not see that Linda had been using her trips abroad as a ruse to fuck other men? And why had she left me alone with her mother, whom she knew I detested?

An hour passed, then another. Finally, with the sun beginning to peak over the horizon, I decided I'd had enough. With my body full of rage, I leapt from the bed, with my cock now swinging wildly between my naked legs. I made my way to a small hall closet for a brief stop, grabbed a small, black leather bag, then turned to make my way downstairs where I knew Stephanie was sleeping. From there, I stepped down the carpeted stairs, and into the den. Although the light was dim, I knew exactly the number of steps I needed to arrive at Stephanie's bedroom door. Without knocking, I pushed the door open slowly, the room lit only by a dim bulb. Stephanie was asleep on her bed, lying on her left side, above the covers. Moving silently on my bare feet, I went to her dresser where I removed several items, then took two additional steps and stood by the bed, surprised that my cock had come to life again and was gradually becoming harder by the minute. Somehow, in my anger, I hadn't realized that my cock had grown again. But I'd come this far with one goal, and now that I was in Stephanie's bedroom, I was determined to carry out my plan. I was determined to bring Stephanie's control over me to an end there and then.

With the items I'd taken from her dresser still in one hand, I quickly extended my arms and gently grasped Stephanie's ankles in each hand, spreading her legs. Waiting a moment to see if my actions had awakened her, I slid one of the black stockings I'd removed from her drawer under her right ankle and tied the end into a knot. I tied the other end of the stocking around the bed's footboard, making sure there was little or no slack left in the garment. I repeated the process with Stephanie's left ankle, amazed that somehow, she'd remained asleep throughout me securing her ankles in place. The sound of a gentle snore coming from the head of the bed confirmed that my bitch mother-in-law was, fortunately, a very deep sleeper.

My next move placed me near Stephanie's head. Her white-grey hair covered a portion of her face and although I truly detest the woman, I had to admit that, even in sleep, she was a very beautiful woman. The oversized shirt she'd worn to bed had opened where she had not clasped the buttons: the now increasing sunlight entering the small bedroom gave me a view I was unprepared for. Stephanie's tits were almost entirely visible with only the nipples remaining out of sight. Moving slowly again, I used the remaining two stockings to bind Stephanie's wrists to the headboard, her body now spread at the arms and legs. Okay, Steve, I said to myself, it's show time. I moved to the foot of the bed to survey my work and to gather myself for my next move. But when I stood at Stephanie's bare feet and stocking-tied ankles, I encountered something I hadn't thought of before I stormed my way downstairs.

My whole intention was to tie Stephanie's feet and hands with the stockings, then awaken her, and let her experience the feeling of being humiliated as she had insulted me so many times before. I planned to shake the bed until she awoke, and she realized she was unable to move from the bed. I planned to berate her, to scream at her, to call her names, just as she had with me. But when I looked at Stephanie's sleeping body, the position I'd placed her in had caused the oversized shirt to shift as well, and now, here I was, looking at her sleeping body, and seeing her hairy cunt in plain view. The shirttails draped over her upper thighs, but had separated enough that I clearly saw the mound of thick pubic hair that covered her cunt. As I've said, Stephanie was a beauty queen in her younger days, and although many years had passed since her last pageant, she really hadn't lost too much of the overall beauty she'd possessed when she was young. Standing at the foot of the bed, my cock now rock hard and pointing skyward, I realized my dick had grown for two reasons: the first was that it was finally me who was in control, it was me who would dictate what happened next. I was enjoying the sense of power I felt over Stephanie. But the second reason my cock was so hard was because I was turned on by Stephanie's naked body. I realized I enjoyed seeing her cunt, her naked legs, and half-nude upper torso. And while I'd come to humiliate her and keep Stephanie bound to the bed, I suddenly changed my plans. Moving quickly but quietly, I opened the small leather bag I'd brought into the room with me, set up the instrument that rested inside, activated the power switch, then returned to the foot of the bed. The time had come to execute my plan.

But before waking Stephanie, I recalled the videos I'd been watching of older women fucking each other, of them being with younger men, and, most importantly, how they used dildos on themselves. Suspecting that Stephanie had at least one false dick somewhere in the room, I quietly opened the drawer located on the small bedside table and saw what I'd expected to find. There in the drawer sat not one, but three dildos, each in excess of eight inches. There was a white one with a semi-curved tip, and an off-color model that was wider than the first, but the same length. But it was the third dildo that drew my most focused attention. Extending my hand inside the drawer, I removed a long, hard plastic model that was the widest of the three, and had a head that resembled a tennis ball in both size and circumference, covered with many upraised bumps across its surface. A small tune of lubricant sat beside the dildos, but as I removed the black false-dick from the drawer, I allowed the lubricant to remain untouched. A wide grin crossed my face as I gently closed the drawer and returned my attention to Stephanie, still asleep on the bed. The time had come, I told myself, to get this show on the road. I placed the huge, oddly shaped dildo on the bed, looked down at Stephanie, and smiled. I knew I was going to love what I had planned for Stephanie.

Moving to the foot of the bed again, I placed my thick, heavy hands on the footboard and began to shake the bed. Because the footboard was so low, I was forced to bend forward at the waist, concealing the lower half of my body. Quietly at first, then allowing my voice to grow louder, I called out Stephanie's name time after time until I was not quite yelling, but not using a normal tone of voice, either. "Stephanie, Stephanie, wake up, bitch," I said as my hands shook the footboard harder and harder. When I did not get a response, I increased my efforts, again calling out to the sleeping monster. "Stephanie!" I yelled now, determined to bring her out of her deep sleep. "WAKE UP, BITCH!" I roared, as Stephanie's head jerked upward from the pillow several inches.

For a quiet moment, Stephanie simply stared at me, her eyes and brain taking in the sight of her sin-in-law standing at the foot of her bed, naked and sporting a massive hard cock. Although I kept my eyes focused on Stephanie's face, I could feel the slight movements of her ankles as she slowly realized that she was unable to move her feet or legs. I had to grin widely when Stephanie attempted to move her wrists. This realization caused her to twist her head from side to side as she viewed my handiwork. "Untie me this instant, you motherfucker!" Stephanie bellowed at me as she simultaneously jerked her ankles and wrists in violent motions in order to break the silk-stocking bondage I'd placed on her. Each of her motions caused the bed to vibrate, the waves finding their way to my hands still grasping the footboard. Pure rage filled Stephanie's eyes as she screamed at me yet again. "Did you hear me, you bastard? I said to fucking untie me, this instant!" My only response was to widen my grin, because at that moment in time, I was thoroughly enjoying seeing Stephanie having absolutely no control over me. More limited kicking and wrist jerking followed, along with several threats from Stephanie. "I swear, you asshole, as soon as you untie these bonds, I'm going to cut your fucking nuts off!"

And that is when I stood. After releasing the footboard, I stood erect, all six feet, two inches of me, completely nude, and my cock now harder than it ever had been in my entire life. Stephanie fixed her eyes on my face, then as her gaze dropped, followed a downward path as she stared at my chest, downward still, until finally coming to rest on the seven inches of hard, meaty cock now protruding from below my waist. When she realized that my cock was rock-hard, Stephanie's eyes grew wide before she lifted her chin again and fixed her eyes on mine. To my ultimate surprise, and despite being tied to the bed, Stephanie actually smiled at me, a leering, toothy grin that was soon followed by another insult. "Well, I'll be damned, Steve," she said, "I guess you can get it up after all." Stephanie threw her head back into the pillow and let out another loud, obnoxious laugh. Once again, she stared at me and said, "I didn't thing you had it in you, you little prick." Suddenly, the anger returned to her face and Stephanie said, "Now untie me, or there will be hell to pay."

I'd already decided I'd taken all the abuse I was going to take from Stephanie. Her words caused a white-hot anger in me that guided me around the corner of the bed until I stood directly beside Stephanie's white-haired head. Looking down at her, I realized it was time now for me to truly be in charge, to control everything that happened in the next several moments. Extending my right hand, I placed my palm flat against Stephanie's still covered chest, the cloth bunching under my hand. I heard Stephanie demanding that I take my hands from her body, but I did not care less what she wanted. At that moment, everything was about what I wanted. And I had no intentions of failing in my mission. With a quick, upward pull, I yanked the shirt from Stephanie's chest, the fabric tearing with a loud ripping sound. Only the front of the shirt made its way upward, the shirt now open wide, exposing Stephanie's massive titties. Her chest heaved from either fear or the exertion of trying to break the stockings ties, and her nipples resembled two fleshy thimbles. Each nipple stood at least one full inch from Stephanie's tits, another sight that caused my cock to become stiffer. By now, Stephanie's eyes were like saucers, and for once, no noises or sounds came from her mouth.

I guess it was then that Stephanie realized what I had in store for her. Moving forward, I knelt beside her on the bed, my cock only inches from her face. As I moved closer, Stephanie turned her head away from me as she attempted to prevent me from getting closer to her. When she turned her head toward me again, my cock was mere millimeters from her face. "Take it, Stephanie," I said. "Take my cock in your mouth or I'll shove it down your fucking throat." Again, Stephanie attempted to turn her head away, but I prevented her from doing so by grasping the back of her head and twisting it toward me. I gave her one final chance, saying to her, "I said, take my cock into your mouth, you bitch, or you will regret what I do next." Stephanie began to mutter something, and it was then I decided I'd had enough of her attitude and foul speaking mouth. With my left hand moving in a flash, I grasped the back of Stephanie's head again, and with my right hand wrapped firmly around my shaft, slammed the first of two inches of hard, angry cock between Stephanie's lips. She resisted at first, but I was stronger, and despite her efforts to prevent me from stuffing my prick into her mouth, she failed.

"Take it, you cunt!" I screamed, "take every inch of my cock!" Another forward thrust and the entire length of my prick slammed between Stephanie's lips and deep into her oral cavity. I watched in awe as I preformed a series of forward and backward thrusts and inches of hard cock either disappeared into Stephanie's mouth or emerged with each rearward hip thrust. I began to increase the speed and power of each thrust until my balls began to slap under Stephanie's chin. Each time I slammed my cock into her wet mouth, Stephanie jerked her wrists and ankles in an attempt to free herself. But I'd done a thorough job of securing her to the bed, and to be honest, just watching her suck my cock against her will while trying to free herself made me realize I was close to coming. With both of my hands now firmly holding onto the back of Stephanie's head, with my fingers buried in her white hair, I face-fucked Stephanie until my cock exploded in a torrent of white hot crème, the goo flowing onto her tongue and coating the inside of her mouth.

"OH, HELL YES, YOU BITCH!" I roared as wave after wave of orgasm overtook my body. "SUCK MY COCK, YOU OLD WHORE!" I bellowed as the most intense sexual explosion I'd ever experienced flowed over me. Thrust after thrust caused every inch of my cock to slam into Stephanie's mouth. When I felt the intensity of the orgasm beginning to lessen, I held Stephanie's face so close to the base of my cock that I was certain she'd have difficulty breathing. Finally, the orgasm ended, and I released the bitch's head, pulling my own body back until the full length of my cock emerged, the tip resting just under Stephanie's chin. A thin line of white goo flowed from the corner of her mouth. With a smile on my face, I wiped the come from her mouth and placed the fingertip on her lips. "Here, bitch," I said," you forgot some." Using the fingertip like a paintbrush, I smeared the come onto Stephanie's lips, making sure to massage the crème as deeply as possible into Stephanie's stretched lips. To add insult to injury, I couldn't help but resist to talk to Stephanie while I finished my task.

"How's it feel to not be in control right now, Stephanie?" I asked as her eyes followed mine. "For too long, you've had control over me, and now, it's my turn." When I was satisfied there was no more come to massage into Stephanie's lips, I allowed my eyes to take in her body. The first item of importance my eyes rested on were her tits, the nipples still hard and standing erect from her titties. Bending over at the waist, I placed my lips squarely on Stephanie's left nipple, the fleshy bud tart with the taste of perspiration. I swirled my tongue around the nipple while placing my right hand full-palmed over the right tit. As I bit and nibbled at the left nipple, I maneuvered my hand so that the right nipple protruded between my fingers. "Stop that, you cocksucker!" Stephanie roared in my ear, but I didn't care. Even though Stephanie was squirming her body badly, I was able to maintain my oral lock on her left nipple while my right hand mauled the right titty. "Are you listening to me, asshole? I said to stop sucking my tits! Get your fucking hands off me!" Stephanie's words did nothing but make me more determined to continue my oral and physical assault on her tits. Stephanie arched her back in an effort to throw me from her now nearly nude body, but I weighed too much for her to succeed, and, besides, she was still restrained at the ankles and wrists. "You can bet as soon as I get out of these binds that I'm going to make you pay for this, Steve!" Stephanie warned me. Her threats, however, fell on half-deaf ears as I continued to bathe the nipple. Sliding my right hand fully over her right titty, I began a gentle squeezing of the nipple, increasing the pressure I applied to the button until Stephanie began to scream from the pain. "That hurts, you motherfucker!" Stephanie whined, which only made me increase the pressure between my lips and fingers. When I finally grew bored with assaulting Stephanie's tits, I knew there was only one other place for me to move to. I grasped the black dildo and lay on the bed beside my mother-in-law, my naked body covered with a light layer of perspiration. After smiling at her, I repositioned myself while Stephanie continued to struggle against the black stockings still binding her to the bed.

I positioned myself squarely between Stephanie's outstretched legs. Her hairy cunt rested not more than three inches from my face as I studied her pussy with great interest. Although I could not see her, I certainly could hear Stephanie's voice. "I don't know what you have planned, Steve, but please, let me go, and we can forget all this happened." When I didn't respond, Stephanie began to thrust her ass upward as if she believed removing her cunt from my sight would cause me to change my plans. Well, the bitch was wrong. Very wrong, indeed.

Without looking, I located the activation button on the dildo and felt the sweet vibrations began to ripple through my right hand. With my left hand, I reached forward and after threading the fingertips through her thick mat of cunt hair, found her pussy lips. To my surprise, where I'd believed I'd find a dry cunt, I discovered that Stephanie's pussy lips were almost dripping wet. The lips glistened as I spread them, with some difficulty because of Stephanie's body rising and falling as my fingers probed her cunt. I have to say that while I've seen a fair number of pussies in my life, Stephanie's cunt truly was beautiful. The lips were firm to the touch, and I did not detect the loose flexibility that I was certain I'd find on a woman Stephanie's age. But once the lips were spread, I inched the dildo forward until the leading edge of the ball head made contact with Stephanie's cunt. Once again, Stephanie attempted to raise her body, but by moving my body forward and slightly upward, and by resting my shoulders directly over Stephanie's lower waist, I was able to prevent her from moving away from me.

Or, rather, away from the invasion of the gigantic dildo into her cunt. With my eyes focused in the dildo head, I pushed the dildo forward until I was certain the pussy lips were being kept open not by the fingers of my left hand, but by the pressure being applied to the dildo by my right hand. Stephanie continued to squirm, but her efforts were useless. From behind my head, I heard her whimpering again, begging me to stop, pleading with me to untie her and to talk over the situation, discuss how she'd treated me since we first met. But we'd come too far for that, and I was determined to press on with my plans. With one powerful thrust of my right hand, the dildo surged forward and half of the enormous head squeezed between Stephanie's cunt lips. "Brace yourself, bitch," I said just before applying more thrust to my right wrist and the entire head of the black dildo disappeared into Stephanie's cunt.

"Oh, dear God, that hurts!" Stephanie cried. "Steve, think of what you're doing, please, I beg of you," she pleaded with me, but as they had since I entered the room, her cries went unheeded. "Steve, please understand," I heard her cry. "That thing isn't meant to be inserted inside me." That sealed my decision, and I happily moved on. With more pressure, I began to slide the dildo quickly between Stephanie's pussy lips until only the final two inches of the plastic shaft remained in my hand. Each time my curled hand made contact with Stephanie's pussy, her cunt juices coated my fingers, and I became convinced that while Stephanie may not have asked me to do this to her, her cunt was giving away her true emotions. I knew it had been some time since Stephanie had had a real cock inside her, and it was no surprise when I discovered the three dildos in her bedside drawer. So, the fact that her cunt remained lubricated through this exercise convinced me that to some degree, Stephanie was enjoying me cramming her favorite dildo into her cunt. "Oh, Steve, please," she began to chant, although I was uncertain if her words were a response generated by joy or pain, or, perhaps both.

Reminding myself that I'd come to reverse the idea of control, I began to slam Stephanie's cunt with the dildo. Faster now, the edge of my hand slamming forcefully against her pussy lips, I was determined to make Stephanie come, although I knew that at that moment, having an orgasm was probably the last thing on Stephanie's mind. But I carried on, jamming the dildo deeply into the old woman's cunt until finally, she ceased begging me to stop, arched her back, and began to scream in a voice I'd never heard from her before.

"OH, FUCK, I'M COMING, STEVE!" she yelled, her voice echoing from the walls, then the ceiling before coming to rest in my ears. "I'M COMING, I'M COMING, I'M COMING!" Stephanie cried over and over, arching her back, twisting her head side to side on the pillow so forcefully that her face was now half-covered with the white strands of her hair. On and on and on, I slammed away at Stephanie's cunt, finally repositioning the base of the dildo in my palm and jamming the entire sex toy inside her abused cunt. When no sign of the dildo remained in sight, I placed the tip of my index finger between Stephanie's cunt lips, located the base of the dildo, and pushed as hard as possible, forcing the long plastic tube deeper into her fifty-eight year old pussy. Turning my head, I saw Stephanie's mouth wide open, her eyes closed, and her tits washing across her chest like waves upon a sea coast. Removing my hand from her cunt, I slid my body upward across Stephanie's chest and slammed my mouth upon hers, my lips welding into her lips, my tongue darting like a snake into her mouth to find her tongue. For an instant, Stephanie responded in kind and kissed me in return, her mouth closing tightly around mine as the sexual tremors that were engulfing her body vibrated across her chest and rested against my skin. Still bound at the wrists and ankles, Stephanie's orgasm was so forceful that each time she arched her back in response to a sexual spasm, she nearly threw me from her body. I broke the kiss and watched as her orgasm subsided, as her body returned to normal.

I next moved my body alongside Stephanie's almost completely nude body, her chest still heaving from the orgasm she'd just experienced. Well, I told myself as I palmed her left titty, I guess this old woman can still experience sexual joy, after all. Stephanie had her head turned toward me, and I began to speak when a sudden realization came to me. I recalled the events from earlier in the evening, after she'd gone to bed and I'd sat upon my bed with a hard cock and videos of older women fucking themselves crazy. Suddenly, I bolted upright to a sitting position as an overwhelming question entered my head: Just why had Stephanie been in my bedroom in the first place after she supposedly had retired for the evening? Why had she come to my bedroom, half-dressed, in the dark hours of the night? What was it that had caused her to come to my bed, when there was no true reason for her to do so?

But I already knew the answer to my question. Stephanie had come to my bedroom for one reason: she wanted to fuck. Perhaps it was all the wine in her system that had lowered her inhibitions. Perhaps it was the need for a hard cock, something I was certain she hadn't had in several years, at least. And because I was the closest cock she could find, there was no doubt she wanted to fuck her son-in-law. Yes, she wanted me to fuck her. Okay, then, I said to myself: let's make Stephanie happy.

After several moments of deep quiet in the room, I brushed the hair from Stephanie's face and sat up, my cock still rock hard. With wide-eyed attention, Stephanie watched as I straddled her upper body and slowly began to slide my closed hand the length of my rock hard cock. Stephanie remained silent as she realized what my next intention was, and after several moments of watching me jack my cock, she made no move to resist when I moved forward. Extending my right hand behind me, I inserted my fingers inside her cunt again, and slowly removed the large-sized dildo, shiny with her pussy juices. Stephanie watched me closely as I placed the damp-coated false cock beside her left leg.

Stephanie knew what was coming, so when I moved backward and placed my naked body between her wide-spread legs, she again attempted to break the bond that continued to hold her where I wanted her. Looking down at Stephanie as my achingly hard cock slid across her naked waist, I couldn't help but resist to chide her, to insult her as she had me so many times before. "You know, Stephanie," I said as I laid both hands firmly upon each massive titty, "Your tits are smaller than I imagined them to be." Stephanie began to let out a roar, but I squelched the sound by placing my right hand upon her mouth. "Shut the fuck up, Stephanie," I said, pressing my hand hard against her lips. "It's me that's in charge now, bitch, and I want you to shut the fuck up." In all actuality, I was quite amazed by Stephanie's huge titties, but there was no way I planned to tell her that. "I have something for you, Stephanie," I said, "Something I didn't realize until tonight that you need, and that you've wanted for a long, long time."

With my heart beating wildly, I slid my body backward until I was positioned squarely between Stephanie's shapely legs. I'd never felt my cock so hard before, and the fact that it seemed to be growing made me more determined to carry out my plan. With my cock now firmly grasped in my left hand, I guided the shaft forward until the tip rested just between Stephanie's battered cunt lips. "Get ready, you old bitch," I said with a wide, leering smile on my face. "I've got a special gift for you."

Stephanie's eyes were wider now than I'd ever seen them before when she felt the tip of my cock just begin to press against her cunt lips. "You can't do this, Steve, goddamn it," she cried. But I was determined to press on, and when she arched her back in an effort to avoid my cock, her effort did no more than to simply provide me with all the room I needed to thrust forward and feel the sensation of four inches of hard, determined, twenty-four year old cock to enter her fifty-eight year old pussy. "Steve, what the fuck are you doing?" Stephanie raged at me, her eyes now fully focused on mine.

"That's a cock, Stephanie," I said as I thrust forward again and the full length of my concrete-hard dick slammed full force into Stephanie's cunt. "And here's some more!" I screamed as I began to slam my cock into Stephanie's cunt before pulling backward, only to repeat the motion time after time. For the first minute or so, Stephanie simply lay on her back, turning her head from side to side, the white hair partially covering her face. But suddenly, she began to arch her back again, and it dawned on me that each time I trust forward, Stephanie would lift her naked ass from the mattress to meet the deep penetrations of my cock. Looking behind me, I also noticed that she dug her bare heels deeply into the mattress each time the length of my cock came forward. Stephanie was fucking me back as best she could. And a look at her face confirmed what I suddenly realized: Stephanie was enjoying being fucked by her son-in-law.

"Oh, fuck, Steve," Stephanie cried out. I brushed the hair from her face to see two lust-filled eyes staring back at me. "Steve, Steve, Steve," Stephanie repeated each time I filled her cunt with my hard cock. Just to test what I know believed, I leaned forward, my naked chest pressing against Stephanie's massive tits and pointed nipples, and slammed my mouth again onto hers, my tongue sliding deeply into my mother-in-law's mouth. I knew I was taking a chance by kissing Stephanie because I knew she could at any moment simply clamp down on my tongue and cause me great harm. But she didn't. Instead, Stephanie sucked my tongue deeper into her mouth, snaking her won tongue upward until it made contact with my tongue. The more she sucked on my tongue, the harder I slammed my cock into her cunt. When I'd had enough of kissing my mother-in-law, I straightened my body and continued to fuck her as forcefully as possible.

"FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!" Stephanie screamed inside the small bedroom. "FUCK ME, BABY, YES!" Encouraged now by the fact that Stephanie was actually enjoying the fuck, I also realized I could pile my cock deeper into her cunt, but I needed to first make an adjustment to her body. With my cock still buried to the hilt inside her hairy cunt, I first tore the stocking from her right ankle, then repeated the move on her left ankle. "OH, FUCK, STEVE, BABY!" Stephanie cried out when she felt me grasp each ankle in my hands and lift her feet upward so that her heels rested on my bare shoulders. ‘GIVE ME THAT COCK, HONEY, YES!" she roared as I leaned forward and fucked her so hard that my ball sack wedged tightly into her ass crack with each forward thrust. "I'M GOING TO COME AGAIN, BABY, YES!" Stephanie called out.

But it was me who had come to maintain control and although I was having one hell of a time fucking my fifty-eight year old mother-in-law, I was not about to see my plans fail. Watching her face, I could tell Stephanie was only seconds away from exploding on my cock, and because of that realization, I simply stopped my forward and rearward thrusts and stared down at Stephanie. When she realized I was no longer moving, Stephanie looked up at me. "What's going on, Steve?" she asked. "I'm so close to coming, baby!" when I didn't answer, Stephanie finally realized what I was doing. It would be me who controlled this entire situation: it would be me who decided when either she or I came.

"What's the matter, Stephanie," I asked, my cock still buried deep inside her cunt. "Don't you like it when someone else is in charge?" I taunted her. Stephanie's expression returned to anger, and she knew that being tied to the bed still at the wrists still placed me in charge. It was then she also realized what I'd done, what my plan was. And I'm sure she also realized that I knew why she'd come to my bedroom while my wife was away.

"You're an asshole, Steve!" she cried, pulling at the stockings still binding her wrists. To my surprise, however, rather than demand that I remove my cock from her cunt, she craned her neck toward me and said, "I demand you finish what the fuck you started, you prick!" Launching at her, hoping I was insulting her, hoping I was demeaning her, I inched my body backward until my cock was fully exposed. Grasping my cock in both hands, I began to slide the extremely damp head across Stephanie's bare legs, the cock tip leaving a moist trail of cunt juice on her skin. "Please, Steve," Stephanie begged. I want your cock, I really do."

I guess there's something in all of us that makes us pity those we hate. At that moment, when Stephanie begged for more of my dick, I knew I finally had her where I wanted her. I knew we'd finally reached a point where she and I both knew there would be no more demeaning behavior from her. There would be no more insults, no more extortion. Slowly, I pressed my cock against Stephanie's pussy again and resumed the deep thrusts inside her pussy. With Stephanie's ankles once again grasped firmly in my hands, I drove deep, deep, deep into her grandmother-aged cunt. And when I placed my mouth on hers again, the kiss we shared was one of passion, one of lust, one of two people who at one time detested each other, but now realized that underneath all the hatred, there was desire. Deep, sexual, unabated sexual desire.

"OH, FUCK, STEPHANIE, HONEY!" I cried out as the first tremors of an orgasm began to boil in my balls and I knew I was on the verge of coming. ‘BABY, BABY, BABY!" I finally began to moan as the sexual waves began, and increased in intensity. "I'M FUCKING YOU, STEPHANIE, BABY!" I roared, the sounds echoing from each wall. "I'M FUCKING MY MOTHER-IN-LAW!"

Stephanie responded in kind to my own moans of pleasure. ‘YES, BABY, FUCK YOUR MOTHER-IN-LAW! FUCK HER AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN!" I don't remember doing so, but while Stephanie and I were in the beginning stages of our orgasms, I evidently tore the stockings from her wrists, freeing her arms now. Stephanie reacted by wrapping her hands around my waist and palming each of my ass cheeks in her hands. She assisted me in each forward thrust by pulling me deeper into her, the hairs lining the sides of her cunt meshing with those located at the base of my cock. "STEVE, BABY! FUCK STEPHANIE, BABY, FUCK HER!" On and on and on, Stephanie and I slammed at away at each other, our mouths locked together, our tongues finding the other, our hearts beating so forcefully we could feel them through our chests.

Stephanie's orgasm ended first, followed almost immediately by own sexual explosion coming to an end. I slumped forward over Stephanie's body, my breathing had and heavy, my cock still buried inside Stephanie's pussy. Despite the pounding in my chest, I distinctly felt Stephanie's nipples pressing deeply into my chest. I lay atop my mother-in-law for several moments. To my surprise, while I lay on her, Stephanie actually massaged my bare back with her hands while kissing my ears and cheeks softly with her lips. When I finally arose and looked down at Stephanie, I was unprepared for what happened next.

"I was wrong about you, Steve," Stephanie said as she extended her arms and cradled my face in her hands. "You're not the loser Linda told me you were. "I'm sorry for everything mean I've said to you." Tenderly pulling my face to her again, Stephanie pressed her lips to mine and kissed me gently, as two lovers will do. When I attempted to slide backwards and remove my cock from my mother-in-law's cunt, Stephanie placed her hands in my naked ass cheeks and prevented me from changing my body position. "No, Steve, please, leave your cock inside me for a bit longer," she asked. "It's been too long since I've had a real man inside me." Again, we kissed, our tongues seeking and finding, twisting and exploring. Finally, we broke the kiss and I rolled to my side, my cock sliding from Stephanie's pussy, then laying limp along my upper thigh.

Still hungry, Stephanie rolled to her side and stroked my cock for several long moments. I guess the thought of fucking my fifty-eight year old mother-in-law did something to me: I was hard again in just a matter of minutes. "Well, look who has come to life again," Stephanie said as she used both hands to force me onto my back. "Now, baby," she said, "It's Stephanie's turn to fuck you." Lifting her naked body from the mattress, she swung her left leg up and over my chest, now straddling me. With two hands, Stephanie guided my cock back into her cunt, the cavern still filled with my first load of hot crème. "Oh, yes, oh yes," she hissed time after time, her eyes closed now, and the torn shirt still on her body, but only barely so. Looking up, it was then that I saw for the first time just how large Stephanie's tits truly were. Each titty juggled wildly as she increased the speed with which she rode my cock, and when I extended my arms and grasped each tit in my hands, Stephanie surprised me yet again by begging for me to "wreck my tits, Steve...please just wreck them!" Squeezing each massive melon as forcefully as possible, I pinched and mauled Stephanie's tits while she cried out in sexually pleasing pain. "That's it, motherfucker, yes, squeeze my tits!" By now, Stephanie and I were thrusting upward and downward so violently that I was afraid we'd break the bed frame. But suddenly, Stephanie froze, her mouth open in a wide "O" shape as what was unmistakably a second, more forceful organs overtook her fifty-eight year old body. "FUCK, FUCK, FUCK," Stephanie screamed over and over as a series of hard, sexual convulsions wracked her entire body. I followed soon after, sending another river of white hit crème into her cunt. For the next hour, Stephanie and I slept, our arms entwined as we regained our strength through sleep.

I awoke alone just before noon to find Stephanie already in the shower. I joined her, and for the next twenty minutes, we fucked under the hot, cleansing water. "I'll meet you in the bedroom, love," my once hateful mother-in-law said to me as she toweled the water from her statuesque body. "Give me ten minutes, then come in." She dropped the towel to the floor and left the steamy room. Ten minutes later, I arrived in the bedroom, and found Stephanie standing by the foot of the bed. The night had already proven to be a surprise: what I saw waiting for me provided yet another unexpected event.

Stephanie had taken the ten minutes she asked for to dress for the occasion. I found her waiting for me wearing a black corset that included a pushup bra. Her massive tits were pushed so far upward that the tops of the fleshy globes almost touched the bottom of her chin. Below the corset Stephanie had placed a thin, almost transparent black lace thong over her cunt. Black seamed stockings covered her legs, and her feet were encased in five inch stiletto heels. As soon as I approached her, Stephanie immediately snatched the damp towel from around my waist, fell to her knees, and placed my now growing cock between her lips. As she'd done before, she sucked my cock until it grew rock-hard while cradling my balls in her hand. As her white-haired head began to blur from the back and forth motion, I sensed another orgasm approaching. But because of her experience, Stephanie too sensed my orgasm, and suddenly rose to her feet with my cock firmly in her right hand. Looking deeply into my eyes, she said, "Steve, I know I've been a real bitch to you, and I'm sorry. I hope you accept my apology." Before I could respond, Stephanie led me to the bed where another pair of black patent leather stiletto heels rested neat the pillow. Again taking my face in her hands, she kissed me deeply before breaking the embrace and taking a step back. "I owe you more than an apology, Steve," she said, bending at the waist and taking the extra pair of high heels in her hand. Confused, I stared at the shoes asking myself what purpose they had. "Take these, Steve," was all Stephanie said.

She next crawled upon the mattress with her shapely ass facing me. Thinking she wanted me to fuck her from behind, I pressed the head of my cock against her pussy lips. But Stephanie had plans for me, plans I never could have anticipated. "No, Steve, not now," she said, looking over her shoulder. "I was horrible toward you, Steve, and now I must be punished." For one long, silent moment, I had no idea what it was Stephanie was saying to me. "The shoes, Steve," she said. "Use them on me."

And then it dawned on me that Stephanie wanted me to spank her with the high heels resting in my hand. At first, I hesitated, but Stephanie again insisted that I use the flat side of the heels on her ass. "Give it to me hard, Steve," she said, "I deserve it." When I hesitated again, Stephanie again insisted, wriggling her wide ass before me. "Take the thong from my ass, Steve," she directed me. Laying the shoes momentarily on the mattress, I used both hands to remove the thin garment, making sure to insert my fingers into her cunt in the process. When I'd finally removed the thong from her right leg and it lay draped around her left ankle, I lifted the left high heel, inspected the heel and smiled. So, Stephanie wants it rough, I said to myself: well, then, that is what she will get.

Without warning, I swung the heel behind my hand and brought it forward with enough force that the leather sole slammed loudly against the bare skin of her fifty-eight year old ass. "Oh, hell!" Stephanie screamed when the shoe made contact with her ass. She didn't turn her head to look at me, but I clearly heard her say, "yes, again, Steve." Again, I swung the leather shoe toward Stephanie's ass and made heavy contact with the bare skin. "Give it to me as many times as you think I deserve, Steve," she said. Time after time, I slapped Stephanie's bare ass with the high heeled shoe, each slap leaving an angry red mark. It was when I noticed that Stephanie had spread her knees slightly on the mattress that I discovered what she had been doing while I punished her with the shoe. She'd slipped her right hand between her legs was diddling her extended clit, causing herself to come closer to another orgasm. But I didn't care, because I wanted her to come. But I quickly developed a plan for Stephanie before her orgasm took place. The swats continued on Stephanie's now red-hued ass until I saw her throw her head backward, the obvious sign that she was close to coming again. I knew I had only a matter of seconds to carry out my plan, so I moved quickly.

Just as I heard Stephanie begin to whimper from the beginning stages of her orgasm, I grasped the high heel in my hand with the sharp, pencil thin heel facing her cunt. In an instant, the heel disappeared inside Stephanie's pussy as I continued to slap her ass with the other high heel. "OH, FUCK, WHAT'S HAPPENING!" Stephanie cried out, but she didn't try to remove the foreign object from her pussy. Another slap on the ass was followed by another push against the heel resting inside Stephanie's cunt. "HOLY SHIT! IS THAT MY HIGH HEEL?" Stephanie asked. Thinking I might be hurting Stephanie, I was just about to remove the stiletto heel from her pussy when she cried out, ‘YES, OH HELL, YES! FUCK ME WITH THAT SHOE, BABY! FUCK ME WITH THAT SHOE!" When she seemed unsatisfied with my efforts, I felt Stephanie slide her hand from her clit to the shoe and begin to self-fuck herself with the leather tipped heel. ‘'YES, YES, YES!" was all she screamed as her body began to shake violently from her most recent orgasm. On and on and on, Stephanie fucked herself, the sexual quakes covering her body. The orgasm came to an end soon, but I wasn't quite satisfied either.

Stephanie collapsed onto her chest on the mattress, her ass wet with perspiration, but bare and accessible. Deciding that if she enjoyed having her ass slapped, then she most likely didn't mind me performing other sexual acts on her as well. Climbing onto the bed, I spread her legs, lifted her ass from the mattress and placed the tip of my cock against her asshole. "Get ready, baby, " I said. "I have another surprise for you." With all the strength I could muster, I pushed the first two inches of my cock into Stephanie's ass, the tight fit almost painful. Stephanie responded by lifting her body higher upon her knees, providing me now with all the access I needed to begin to ass fuck my mother-in-law. Looking down, I couldn't help but be amazed at the sight of her beautiful ass, the black corset, and the stockings and heels as I began to slam my mother-in-law's ass from behind. For the next five minutes, I crammed every micrometer of my hard cock deep into Stephanie's ass. When I came, I was certain I filled every last crevice of her asshole with my jizz. Finally collapsing onto her back, I kissed her ears and cheeks before finally rolling from her and resting by Stephanie's side.

My mother-in-law and I spent the remainder of the day and that night in bed, fucking in one new position after another. We talked between sex sessions, and it was then that I discovered why Stephanie had initially disliked me so much. "I was hurt by my deceased husband, Steve," she explained, "and that caused me to dislike all men. And because you were married to my daughter, I disliked you even more because you were close." Taking my head in her soft hands, Stephanie apologized repeatedly although I assured her that she'd more than made up for all the nastiness she'd shown me. We spent the remainder of the time Linda was away fucking in various positions and in different locations around the house. The fucking I gave her on the kitchen table seemed the most memorable, but to be honest, the entire time we fucked, each time was better than the last.

Linda finally came home, and we resumed our husband and wife relationship. Stephanie and I also created a relationship based now on mutual admiration for each other. We even encouraged Linda to travel more, just so we could find the time to fuck. And that's how it's been now for the last year. When Linda suggested over dinner one evening to her mother that we find her an apartment nearby, Stephanie told her there was no need. As she extended her foot under the table and began to stroke my leg, Stephanie looked at her daughter and said, "No, Linda, I'd like to stay here, if that's okay with you." Glancing in my direction, Stephanie said, "Besides, why would I leave when I have everything I need right here?"