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Wicked Mother- in- Law by Caesar
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Wicked Mother-in-Law
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by Caesar
-Paul-
"Julia, you OK?" Paul looked around the half open door into the semi-dark
room. Inside was the master bedroom, and his mother- in-law.
He opened the door and stepped in, closing it behind him. "Do you need
anything?" Again silence. Time quickly allowed him to get used to the shadowy
darkness in the large room. Paul saw the inert form laying near the edge of the
queen-sized bed, his
mother-in-law. Outside the door, he could hear the party, still loud after
eight hours, and which promised to continue for
several more. It was obvious to the man that his wife's mother was totally
inebriated. Drunk! Not the first time, either.
Earlier that evening, she had verbally assaulted everyone at the party. As
usual sounding like the high-holy bitch she was.
Sometimes she was the perfect mother-in-law, polite considerate, other times
she was Paul's worst nightmare. Tonight was one of those times. Her husband
had stormed out about three hours ago, disgusted and furious at the abuse his
own wife was laying upon him. Don't think he had patience, no this was her
fourth
husband, she keeps scaring them away. She was indeed the "wicked mother in
law"!
Paul was too nice for the family he had wed into. Julia, his mother-in-law,
was very hard to get along with. So much so that he only saw her about once a
year. And even his wife, the
daughter, only came over four to five times a year. Perhaps he should be mad
at the woman, and he may be, but by nature he
didn't show his feelings.
First he checked to see if she was still breathing. He stood next to her inert
form, looking upon her face radiated by the streetlight coming through the
window. He could see her eyes moving behind the lids, and gave him an eerie
feeling. As if she was still awake. Not for the first time did he notice that
she was still very attractive. A woman who looked good even at
forty-five, the classy dress and high heel kind of "lady". Yet this time, his
view was unhindered by anyone or anything. He studied the shape of her jaw, the
curve of her lower lip, her round chin, high cheekbones. Paul's gaze slowly
rolled down her body, to the pronouncement of her breasts, the tiny swell of her
stomach, wide hips, and shapely thighs. Julia was dressed to kill, trying to
impress her guests. If not for her mouth she would perhaps be the perfect
hostess.
Kicking himself out of his trance he swing around to collect a blanket from the
closet. He opened it and held it in two hands to drape it over the bottom of
the bed. Paul slowly pulled it up her still body. Only when it was just about
at her shoulders did, he pause.
Julia's tongue had slid out of her mouth and moistened her full lips. That
little motion caused her son-in-law to stare again at her beauty. He let the
blanket go, effectively covering her to her chin. Then he sat down next to her
hip. Once at his
wedding, Julia was drunk and had grabbed a piece of his buttock while dancing,
telling him that if her daughter didn't know how to "fuck" then she would show
him how its done. It was a very embarrassing moment, several people saw, and
even a few heard her. Another time, while dating his future wife, his
mother-in- law had kissed him goodbye, no one else had been in the room. Her
pointed tongue had driven into his mouth, while her crotch was grinding against
his producing a embarrassing effect. Again she had been drinking. Those
moments and others went through his head as he sat there and looked upon her
silent beauty.
Slowly and very cautiously he placed his hand upon her face. It cupped one
side, his thumb against her pouting lips, index finger on her closed eye.
Julia didn't move.
Paul again breathed. He had held his breath, nervous at what he was doing.
What was he doing? Even he didn't know.
The thumb moved over her red lips, moving them slightly, feeling the moistness
that they hid. His other hand came up and whipped her long hair from her
forehead and eyes, letting the light show all her pretty features. The thumb
worked itself just between her lips, to her very white teeth. The other hand
rubbed the other side of her face down to her neck. Feeling the strong smooth
skin and the heartbeat just next to the windpipe.
He marvelled at her comatose state, thankful that she would never know he was
doing this. Paul bent forward and placed his lips against the older woman's.
His tongue slide past her lips and his thumb to slide against hers. He could
taste the stale
alcohol and cigarettes, ignoring them. He finally recognized the primal urge
to dominate this "woman", to fuck her mercilessly. It was a foreign emotion to
the usually docile man.
Paul sat up and took his hands from her. Looking down at her beauty, knowing
that he wanted to control this woman, to show her who was the "man". He ripped
the blanket down from her neck to about her waist, again exposing her. Both his
hands dropped to the raised mounds of her covered breasts. They were not large
boobs, nor were they overly small, but he considered them just right. None too
gently he moulded them, feeling the texture and elasticity of the fleshy globes.
The young man again took his hands from her, but instead grasped the edges of
her expensive blouse and ripped it from her chest. Buttons flew, the fabric
tore, but her bra covered breasts were revealed. Yet that wasn't enough for
Paul, he quickly and expertly maneuvered her arms from the sleeves before
throwing the now-useless fabric to the corner floor. The bra was next, it was a
strapless type, which he
viciously pulled down to completely expose her full round breast and nipples.
The bra was soon thrown with the discarded blouse upon the floor.
The nipples were an inch wide, a dark brown colour, and soft. Paul pinched one
between thumb and forefinger. Roughly he
twisted them, watching her face for a reaction. Wanting her to feel the pain
of his attack. It was obvious she didn't feel anything, so he grasped the other
in a similar grip. He turned them back and forth like knobs on a radio. Yet
she didn't even groan out with pain. The only respite the man had was her eyes
moved more rapidly behind her closed lids. That and both nipples hardened
beneath his rough touch.
This form of domination soon lost its flavour and he replaced one hand with his
lips. Sucking the hard poky nipple with his mouth, the tongue flicking the
summit back and forth. He could taste the salt of her skin, the old perfume,
and even the smoke from the party.
Paul wanted more, wanted her to suffer for the humiliation that she had caused
him. He ripped the blanket from the lower half of her body. He turned her on
her side to undo the buttons of her skirt. It was a loose expensive fabric,
tough and resilient. And quickly frustrated the young man. Turning her on her
stomach he pulled the skirt down her long legs. Now the only thing his
mother-in-law wore was her panties. Plain cotton white panties. Paul loved
them, the way they hugged her bottom, how it
highlighted her hips, showed the crack of her bottom.
He hated her. Paul realized his own wife, Julia's daughter, was not this
pretty. Sure she was younger, but the mother was better put together. Maybe he
should have taken the slut up on one of her offers, instead of sitting here
fondling her comatose naked body. With a growl of disgust at himself he pulled
her panties down past her hips before placing them in his sports jacket
pocket. Those he would save for later.
Smartly his hand smacked her bottom. Enjoying the delightful wiggle that he
produced, also the rapid reddening of her skin. Roughly he rolled her onto he
back. The large thatch of sexual down covered her crotch. He sighed
uncontrollably as his hand ran through the thick hairs. Already her heavy sex
smell drifted up to his nostrils.
That was the moment that he wanted more than just humiliating her. Paul wanted
to fuck her. To him that would more than prove to himself he was a "man". He
spread her legs far apart before kneeling down between them to place his face
very close to her crotch.
A slight glistening crack of pinkness could be seen between the thick bush. He
realized she trimmed her pussy, along the edges and also shortened it around the
crack. A perfect sculpture which he wanted to kiss.
-Julia-
The first sensation that the experienced woman had was of pain. Her nipples
hurt viciously. She was face down, her mouth and nose pressed into a pillow
almost cutting off her supply of
oxygen. A hand was roughly fondling her bottom. It pulled apart the cheeks
and even traced the length of her crack with a finger. Another hand ran up and
down her back, exploring and touching every inch of her backside. Down the back
of her legs to her calf, the same hand seemed determined to touch every inch of
her still body.
When Julia finally decided to reveal her awakened state, the unknown person
roughly rolled her onto her back. She stilled, patient and interested in this
little "game".
Her legs were quickly and unceremoniously spread, the cool air hitting her
slightly damp vagina. The woman stilled a shiver as a finger traced the soft
wet inner folds that stuck through the outer vaginal lips. The person above her
was then doing
something with "his" clothes, taking them off evidently.
Julia could not hold back the sigh as a damp tongue licked the length of her
cunt. Her second of weakness caused the other person to still, perhaps waiting
and watching her for proof of her drunken state. Soon the tongue again applied
itself to her sex. Not to please her, more for the pleasure of just exploring
the crevice hidden between her legs. A finger slide slowly but not gently into
her sexual hole, causing another moan of pleasure to escape her lips. It took a
large amount of effort to keep still during these moments. The finger wiggled
around deep
inside her, feeling everywhere.
The woman tried to remember what she had been doing this evening. The sounds of
the party were still very loud, yet individual voices could not be
distinguished. Julia wondered if the person between her legs was her husband,
yet quickly dismissed that thought with the hazy image of him storming out of
the house. Beside, she thought, he never fucked her when he drank, liquor seemed
to soften his dick. So who could this person be? It excited her just from the
mysterious nature of this meeting.
Two fingers were now fucking her with a regular and even exciting motion. It
was almost like the person fingering her didn't care if she got excited or not.
He was only using her for his own inquisitiveness. She could feel the person
move his body so the obvious male hardness pressed into her leg. The man
stroked himself along her smooth skin. The situation was damn kinky and Julia
loved it.
All to suddenly the attention changed, the man disengaged himself from her.
Julia knew what was about to happen! The man knelt between her legs and then
suddenly lunged forward, his cock
sinking deeply into her. A small scream escaped her lips.
Partially from the pleasure of being entered, and from the pain of her barely
wet cunt hole being rudely invaded. She felt his balls hit her buttocks below
her vagina.
Unable to old back any longer, Julia lifted and spread her legs enabling the
penis inside her greater penetration. She locked her ankles together above her
assailant. Her hands came up and held onto the mans neck and shoulders. Only a
part of her told her to keep her eye lids closed still pretending a unconscious
state.
The man grunted with his own bestial pleasure then began to
viciously drive in and out of her. At first the intrusion was more than a
little painful. But very soon Julia's juices flowed and enabled her more
enjoyment. It was more the idea of being fucked by this unknown man more than
the fuck itself that Julia enjoyed. Hell the person above her didn't seem to
care if she enjoyed herself or not, he was just using her for a fuck toy.
The bed below her was rocking and shaking with the strength of this mans
fucking. She could not control herself and began to drive her pelvis upwards
meeting his down thrusts. It was a champion screw, one that reminded her of her
teenage years living in the sixties. The best lover she had ever met was also
an unknown person, "free love".
Just when Julia was about to finally reach that pinnacle of
sexual pleasure, an orgasm, the man pulled his still rock hard cock out of her.
She felt and heard him quickly crawl up her body, straddling her chest. The
middle-aged woman forced herself still, knowing that to reveal her awakened
state would ruin this moment. The man roughly squeezed her breasts together and
began to fuck the crevice between them with his pussy juice coated cock. He
pinched her nipples roughly, using them to pull the breasts together causing her
a large amount of pain. The man obviously was getting closer to his own orgasm,
just from the sounds he was making.
He let go of her breasts only for a moment to rub his slippery cock along the
curves of her face and her moistened lips. Unable to control herself she
speared out her tongue to lick her own juices from her lips and the head of the
cock above her.
The man laughed maliciously then choked out, "I'm going to cum in your face
mother!"
It was Paul her daughters husband! Julia felt the blood in her veins freeze,
just as he again pumped between her large fleshy breasts. By the sounds of it,
he would soon gain the orgasm that he had worked so hard to achieve. Right onto
her face and chest.
Julia pictured her daughter and the man above her at the party earlier.
Nothing was any different than ever before, why was he doing this to her? She
could barely remember the times when she had flirted with him, did he take her
seriously? It was very obvious that he had!
The first shot of sperm surprised Julia, hitting her cheek bone and down to the
edge of her lips. Paul above her froze as his cock jerked in orgasm again and
again. The middle-aged woman was coated in her son-in-laws cum. It left a
milky white coating on one side of her face, into the crack between her lips,
dripping down her neck, and between the crevice of her breasts. It lasted
forever, reminding her of her sin.
Paul immediately stood and began to hurriedly dress, it took only seconds.
Julia heard and felt him sit next to her still body. His hand come to her face
and rubbed the sticky sperm into her skin. He opened her lips with his hand
then stuck his fingers into her mouth, one at a time. Using her teeth and the
inside edge of her lips to clean off the cum from his finger. Leaving her with
a mouth full of salty sperm.
Julia was very still, wanting him to still think her drunk
senseless. Yet even without moving the sperm had a strong almost guilty taste
in her mouth. She doubted if she would ever get ride of the taste. Only after
he pulled his fingers from her mouth did she swallow the mouthful, thankful that
she didn't choke. Her son-in-law again stuck a finger into her wet flowered
open vagina. Twisting it around and wiggling the tip constantly. Then he
withdrew it to press it to her bottom hole. The back passage being so close to
the well fucked cunt was coated in slippery juices and allowed his digit to
enter easily. Again he wasn't gentle.
Only after his finger was seated deep inside her rectum did he bend down and
kiss her sticky lips. His tongue forcing itself into her mouth tasting the
mingled juices there. He spoke into her face, still thinking her drunk, "Maybe
next time you get drunk I'll fuck you again Julia!" He said it so confidently
that she didn't doubt him one bit. It was a side of her son-in-law that she had
never seen before.
Paul hastily stood and exited the sex smelling room, leaving Julia laying
spread upon the bed. She waited long after the door closed just to be sure of
his exit. After perhaps ten minutes did she turn onto her side and begin to
cry. Julia felt guilty for what she had done, sorry for her daughter. Even
while she cried her hand slid between her sweaty thighs to cup her sex. A
finger began to agitate her clitoris causing a sigh of delight to escape between
sobs.
Perhaps Julia felt more guilty, not for her daughter, but for what she was
feeling right now!
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