Loading...My name is Waylon Fielding and I am married to a wonderful woman, my wife Celine Fielding. I would like to say that my life is perfect, or even good, but after two years of marriage I’m pretty freaking miserable and it’s all Celine’s fault. Actually, it really isn’t her fault; it’s her Mother’s, the lovely Melissa Harmon.
Basically, Celine’s family is the richest in our moderate sized Southern home city; she is the second of two children, both daughters. My wife and her sister have always competed for their mother’s affections but it seems like recently things have all been going Celine’s sister’s way. Celine has always been the “smart one”; Kerry, her older sister, is the “social maven.”
Kerry Tatum, my sister-in-law, is a selfish, condescending, snobby witch who couldn’t hold an intellectual candle to Celine. She graduated from Vanderbilt (barely) and promptly married the ‘proper’ guy (Sonny Tatum, who has the fine upstanding job white collar job of a CPA). As far as I can tell, the only courageous thing Sonny ever did was climb into bed with his wife (and I believe he puts on artic wear and earmuffs when he does).
Mind you, I would hate my bitchy MIL if all she did was make my wife miserable, but Melissa has gone out of her way to pack on the pain. When Celine brought me home for the first time, Melissa snidely remarked that ‘white trash’ like me would soon be snooping around another ‘filly’ because I would never get a handout from her. The fact that I had no idea that Celine was even part of a rich family before that meeting mattered not one bit.
A week after I proposed marriage, Melissa offered me $50,000 to quietly go away because I wasn’t right for the family. When I didn’t take the deal, she told Celine that I had hit Melissa up for the money. After Celine and I cleared that hurdle, Celine begged her Mother to come to the wedding. Two weeks before the event Melissa finally agreed but…sadly…a pipe burst in the pool house the day before and she had to cancel on us. She even managed to call Celine two hours AFTER the ceremony to tell her.
I changed our honeymoon destination and dumped our cell phones so that the witch couldn’t contact us and ruin even more of what was supposed to be the happiest time of my wife’s life. After all that crap I wanted to move to Seattle because I knew I’d never talk Celine into Hawaii or Alaska. I knew that going to her hometown was a mistake but I was swayed by the depth of the pain in her eyes and the reality that Celine was a graduate from Columbia Law School while I learned IT, courtesy of the US Navy.
Co-sign a home loan? Yes to Kerry but no to Celine. Sonny needs some start-up capital for his accounting firm? Melissa tossed a gob of money his way. If the money ever was paid back I would be stunned. Melissa also managed to squash Celine’s attempt to get a bank loan for the small, second-rate law firm which seemed to be the only one hiring when we first arrived.
Celine went to Melissa for the money. Celine begged and pleaded because it wasn’t like there were a ton of options for law firms skating on the edge. Melissa finally relented and pledged the money…and then withdrew the offer at the last minute. Celine was crushed; she took a sleeping pill and went to bed early that night. I opened the gun safe and looked over my small collection of firearms once she was safely tucked in.
Things do change. Normally Celine would get into these low-mood funks for a few days after her mother put her through the ringer but for the past three months, she’d been constantly depressed. I hated to see her give up – that just wasn’t her. In the midst of that, Melissa called me out of the blue and asked me to come to her house and help with her security system.
No, she had not suddenly become enamored with my technical prowess. It seemed that her security company’s new system was so powerful squirrels were setting it off. She had already called her provider three times. She wouldn’t have called me at all but the bloody thing kept going off at three in the morning and she was desperate for a good night’s sleep.
It could have been severe fatigue, or maybe it was because Melissa treated me like one of the servant class (she had four; two maids, a cook and a groundskeeper) but Melissa started chatting on the phone while I was crouched down, working on her security panel. I was tuning her out. When the name ‘Sonny’ came up I wanted to tune it out double-quick and then she said, “Sonny, I want to feel you deep inside me.”
I dared not make a sound.
“Get it over with,” Melissa grumbled. “What does Kerry want now?” I couldn’t hear what Sonny said but Melissa responded with, “Tell her you will have to be much more convincing this time;” then, “I’m going to have to do something about Celine. That thug who put a ring on her finger isn’t taking care of her.”
“Viagra?” Melissa questioned Sonny with an artic intonation. “I would think I was enough inspiration for you.” Yes, my dumbass brother-in-law had made a Viagra joke to Melissa. “That Neanderthal might have found that funny but then he probably doesn’t need Viagra either,” Melissa sneered. “All of ‘those’ people are like that – breeding like rats; humping all night and all day.”
By ‘those people,’ she meant all us lazy, slovenly, unmotivated idiots who failed to make over half million bucks a year…because being poor and middle class was all our God-damn faults and no one and nothing else’s.
“The servants have Wednesday off so I expect you at 9:30 am,” Melissa finished up the conversation. By the undercurrents of her mutterings, I didn’t believe she was a happy camper.
I had to think about what I had heard. Kerry was using Sonny to get Melissa to do her favors and theoretically could be getting Melissa to spurn Celine. Oh, I never had a doubt Melissa hated me, but I could live with that; I hated her right back. What I had here was an opportunity…but for what I wasn’t yet sure.
As I continued to work on the system, I mulled over in my mind what I could do about the relationship between my wife, mother-in-law, and myself. Celine would never let me expose her mother, sister, or brother-in-law to any public ridicule so blackmail was out of the question. If I couldn’t use negative reinforcement, maybe I could use positive. I figured I could make my opening moves without getting the wife’s consent but I was definitely going to get her blessing before following through.
“Melissa,” I started off a few minutes later.
“You know I don’t like you using my first name, Winston,” Melissa shot back. I was sure she knew my real name because when she was pissed, she cursed at me with it.
“Whatever,” I shrugged, which only made her angrier. Being treated as if she was irrelevant burned her up. “I can’t finish your problem today.”
“Of course not,” Melissa rolled her eyes. “I started today knowing you were worthless and I am proven right.”
“Actually your security company uses a cheap sensor so to deal with your problem, I need to order a better brand on-line,” I blew off her criticism. “I need to use your computer.”
Melissa looked at me, then to the laptop I was carrying.
“Why can’t you use yours?” she smiled mockingly.
“Are you going to give me a credit card to use? Because I’ll be damned if I’m paying for the parts,” I explained. I wanted to get angry but that would be self-defeating at this point.
“That’s right; you can’t get a decent paying job and Celine chooses to work down on Cole Street…in that part of town,” Melissa reinforced her snobbery.
“Meh…” I shrugged, and gave a contented smile, “all that urban warfare makes for some great after-dinner sex. Her coming at me two hours a night – every night – is a bit fatiguing but I always want another go with her in the morning.”
“I do not need to be made aware of you rutting with my daughter,” Melissa snapped bitterly. “The computer is in here.” Melissa led me into the main entertainment room, sat down at her system, and typed in the password…how nice of her. As we switched places at the console, I could swear Melissa was scoping me out for the first time.
Once I started to work, Melissa got bored and left. Sure enough, I found a credit card number and used it to order the parts I needed. I had them sent to my place; it would ruin things if they showed up at her place and she had someone else install them – it would ruin my excuse for showing up on Wednesday. I took a further look around before deciding that I wanted to be a low-down snoop and started to look for some more dirt.
I gave myself privileges on her wireless network before going for my final phase of this part of the plan. First I pulled up a series of lingerie websites. I had to fill my search history after all.
“Melissa, could I have something to drink?” I called out.
“There are glasses on the shelf and water from the tap,” she shouted back. No, she wouldn’t get anything for me and all she was offering was water.
I got up, made a pit-stop in the bathroom to both piss and then stroke myself up to some real proportions. I went to the kitchen, made myself a tall glass of mildly cold water and returned to the computer where Melissa was at the console, her hands on the keyboard – scrolling over the screen.
“Work?” she regarded me over her shoulder.
“Role-playing stuff,” I respond. “Naughty housewife, French Maid, Beautiful Angel…I read off some favorites. “Certainly a woman as sexy as you has done a little role-playing.”
“Ladies don’t do those kinds of things,” Melissa shot back.
“Pity,” I said softly.
“What was that?” Melissa snarled. I knew she’d heard me, as I intended, but she felt the need to force an explanation from me because I hadn’t been too obvious.
“Nothing,” I muttered.
“I knew you were full of shit,” she snorted.
“Fine, I’ll keep that in mind tonight when Celine’s ankles have been on my shoulders for twenty minutes and she’s begging me for two more minutes of hard fucking,” I joked.
“Horse shit,” she grunted.
“Would you rather hear that I was horny and I needed something to keep my mind on my wife?” I asked. That brought her up short.
“Is horniness a malfunction of your kind, along with gross exaggeration?” Melissa inquired.
“What am I exaggerating about?” I wondered. I also ‘absent-mindedly’ rubbed my left hand from the top of my jeans down to my crotch. I was nice enough not to call Melissa on looking my package over.
“Why do you have to distract your mind back to your wife? Are you cheating on her?” she got snappish, “If you were, I wouldn’t be surprised.”
“I was window shopping and daydreaming, Melissa, not doing anything wrong,” I stated.
“Oh, so you haven’t cheated yet,” she chuckled dryly.
“Is it cheating if they remind you of your wife?” I requested.
“Yes,” she mocked, but then said, “who is it?” The past ten minutes was the most in-depth conversation Melissa had had with me in all the years she’d known me.
“She’s not beautiful in the same way as Celine but she’s hot enough to be her sister,” I related.
“You keep your hands off Kerry,” Melissa ordered, but she could have been angrier when she said it.
“Oh, God, I agree to that,” I held up my hands. “She’s not the one I’m interested in.” Melissa wasn’t an idiot; she could do the math. There were three women in the family; since I was married to Celine and wasn’t interested in Kerry, that left her.
“You had better not cheat on your wife,” Melissa counseled. Thirty minutes ago she was thinking of ways to break us up.
“It is not that simple,” I explained. “You wouldn’t understand but poor people, not having much, hunger for the finer things in life.”
“You don’t deserve the finer thing things in life,” she gloated as she stood up to confront me.
“That’s why sometimes we have to reach out and take what we want from time to time,” I leaned into her. Melissa didn’t back down one bit.
“That’s very low-brow of you,” she sneered, but there was something else there. “You go where you are neither wanted or belong.”
“It goes past the moment where we care what you want,” I explain, “and is more about taking what we want – you don’t matter.”
“We fight back and we win because what you want doesn’t matter,” Melissa was now playing along.
“Fighting back makes it better, but we overpower you in the end. It is that raw, desperate hunger that drives us on,” I taunt. “No amount of civility can counter that.”
“So, have you done this before?” Melissa questions.
“No, but I am about to find out…real soon,” I glared at her.
“Ha, you don’t have what it takes,” she huffed as she turned her back on me. The words still echoed about the room when I moved behind her and put a hand on each skirt covered ass cheek. Melissa jolted at the contact but didn’t pull away.
“If you do anything, I’ll scream,” Melissa threatened in a quiet voice. “The servants will hear.”
I shifted my hands around until they rested against the front of her hips, fingers splayed down toward her crotch. I pulled her tightly against my now agonizingly aroused cock. I’m endowed enough that I’ve had a girl deny me sex because she thought it was too big. That is a compliment, unless you are actually in the room and terribly horny – then it is hell.
“Stop it,” Melissa challenged me. “Don’t cheat on Celine.” Was she saying that to me or herself?
“It is not really cheating if she reminds me of her,” I whisper into Melissa’s ear.
“I’m not her sister…I’m her Mother,” Melissa told me, but that didn’t stop her from pressing back lightly into me and rocking herself on her feet to get a better feel for my dimensions.
I squeezed her hips tighter, kneading the flesh through her clothing.
“You don’t look like her mother to me; you are far too hot,” I growled.
“What are you after?” Melissa grumbled. She wasn’t willing to give in yet. I moved one hand down to her pubic mound and the other up to her right breast. Her tits were actually larger than her fashion sense would lead me to believe.
“I’m holding all I want right now,” I purred, my voice hot on her neck. “I don’t want your money, your businesses, your house, or your approval. I hate you and you hate me. I don’t give a shit about that. What I want is to bend you over that French sofa and fuck you until you cry, and the more you try to fight me off, the more I know I’m going to love it.”
“That’s rape, you monster,” she ground her teeth.
“I don’t care; I want you so much I don’t care about what comes after,” I lie. I don’t hate Melissa so much I would rape her, and I certainly wouldn’t cause Celine the pain of raping her Mother, but Melissa thinks much less of me.
“Get your hands off me,” Melissa groaned. She put one hand over each of mine but was pulling them away with the strength of a three-year old. “The servants will see.”
“Grrr,” I responded. “Celine is expecting me home in an hour but know I am going to be pounding her pussy tonight while I’m thinking of you.”
Total lie; Celine may be the very best sex I’ve ever had. I wasn’t kidding about the two-hour sessions, though they’ve been rare as of late. I backed off Melissa who spun around.
“You are a vile beast,” she hissed. “You will never touch me again and you had better thank your Creator that I don’t call Celine right now.” There could only be one reason she wasn’t going for the phone and it didn’t involve Celine’s happiness.
“If you want to stop me, Melissa, simply don’t let me in the house again,” I smirked.
“Wish granted,” she shot back. “Get out right now.”
“Sure thing, but I still need to replace those sensors,” I reminded her.
“I will have someone else do it,” Melissa stated. I packed up my stuff and headed for the door.
As I stood on the threshold, I looked at her.
“I’m coming back for you,” I promised.
“I’ll fight you,” Melissa glowered.
“I was hoping you would say that,” I winked before turning and heading for my car.
(After dinner)
I was sitting on the sofa, drinking iced tea after a light workout with my wife’s calves resting on my thighs.
“Honey,” I began tentatively.
“Yes,” she replied. She is looking over some case files in her lap.
“I think I found a way to make your mother forgive you for marrying me,” I said.
“Way (that’s what she calls me – the last sailor to call me that had to explain to our CPO why he fell down two flights of stairs aboard our destroyer) Mom doesn’t hate…okay, she hates you,” she admits, “but do you think you have a way of making her understand you?”
“Yes, I do, but I think a little explanation is in order,” I sighed. “Does your Mom date?”
“Not that I’m aware of,” Celine shook her head. “She hasn’t been with a man since Dad died eight years ago and even then– well, he wasn’t in good health for five years before that.”
“Okay. Kerry is using Sonny to curry favor with your Mom, not only to help herself but to put roadblocks in our way…that last bit is conjecture,” I told her.
Celine put her papers down and looked at me.
“How do you know this?” she asked fearfully. She had never doubted me since that fiasco with her mother saying I’d shaken her down for that $50,000.
“Like always; even in her house, she treats me like I don’t exist, but this time she had a conversation with Sonny while I was only feet away,” I related.
“Way, what are we going to do?” Celine sighed.
“I’m thinking of something,” I moaned. “But I need to know you will back my play when the time comes. If not, what do you suggest we do?” That was a set-up question.
“We reconsider making a new start elsewhere,” Celine lowered her head. “I don’t want to leave, Way, but Kerry’s gone too far and I don’t know how to stop her.”
“Are you sure that…Sonny is sleeping with Mom?” Celine seemed confused.
“Pretty sure,” I offered.
“It is only that I was at the beach house when Sonny and Kerry started dating and…I’ve seen him in a swimsuit, plus my room was next to theirs,” Celine was embarrassed to confess. “He’s hardly physically impressive and that night was bang-bang-bang-pop! – gone in sixty seconds.”
Oh, that’s why Melissa had given me a tentative lap dance earlier. She had no sex for eleven years, and then expecting Sonny to fill that void for the last two must have been extremely disappointing. Perhaps it was disappointing enough for her to turn to her ‘thug’ son-in-law…I had to laugh, which only made Celine look at me funny.
(Wednesday)
Monday my Mother-in-law asked Celine out to lunch, for only the second time in the two years since she had returned to her hometown as my wife. Celine had been truly upbeat as she retold the day’s events. Things had started out badly; Melissa had complained that I wasn’t taking care of her. Half-way through her litany of my failings, Celine had interrupted and informed her mother that we were thinking about leaving town.
It was a major weather shift for Melissa; suddenly she was incredibly sympathetic to Celine’s plight. It was too much to hope she would change her opinion of me but she was now willing to ‘invest’ in Celine’s firm and take another look at our mortgage. Celine was bubbly and all I could think was that I had better perform or Melissa’s good will would evaporate as quickly as it had manifested.
When I knocked on the door Wednesday I had a canvas bag with the sensors I had ordered and a goodie bag for fixing other problems. I had also given Sonny’s BMW two slow-leak flat tires on the off chance he was supposed to be here anyway. The look she gave me and the view I was getting told me I was on the money.
“What are you doing here?” Melissa snapped. “I told you I didn’t want to see you again.” This was made all the more charming by the emerald green very short robe she was wearing. It was short enough to show where her black fishnet stockings ended and her garters began. The robe was also open to the point it revealed a black peekaboo bra.
Just to make things clear, Melissa does look to be all of her fifty-two years; she would never be confused with a twenty-year-old fitness model. Her face was the beneficiary of floppy hats worn to protect her from the sun since her teenage years and was centered with crystal clear green eyes and broad cheekbones.
Likewise, her skin was in good shape, far more white than tanned. Her body was five-five, with tumbling, thick black hair that she kept well past her shoulders. Melissa’s shoulders weren’t too broad but looked narrower due to her heavy, dangling breasts. No, her largish breasts weren’t as perky as said fitness model either. They sagged the way any woman’s tits would have given forty-plus years of existence and the growth that came with birthing two children.
Melissa’s torso remained slender until it sank below the ribs, at which point it tapered out to fleshy bell-shaped hips. I couldn’t wrap my two hands around her thighs and they had a jiggle when she walked (I was just discovering). Her ass was packed, meaty, and with enough extra fatty tissue to give it a rolling motion when she walked away.
Her knees were old but I doubt she knelt for a single act of house cleaning her entire life and I knew for a fact she did her pet gardening projects outside with a knee pillow to rest on. Melissa’s calves weren’t those of a cheerleader; they were thicker and not as toned. Her feet were somewhat broad, with long, slender toes and a slightly veiny look. All in all, if Celine looked like this at fifty, I would be a happy man.
Back to the conversation;
“I have those replacements for those bad sensors,” I emphasized by lifting up a bag of said sensors.
“I am not inviting you back into my house after the way you behaved last time, you pig,” she growled.
“That’s fine, because I wasn’t asking for permission,” I grinned as I shouldered my way in.
“Get out before I call the police,” she commanded.
“You asked me into your damn home to fix this security problem,” I rumbled.
“Well you aren’t getting a dime for it; I asked you to do it last week and you failed. Now get out,” she repeated. I put my bags down and kicked the door shut.
“I wasn’t planning to take my payment in dimes, Melissa,” I sneered. My beloved Mother-in-law stepped up and tried to slap me. I caught her wrist and yanked her close.
“Let go of me, you bastard,” she seethed.
“Shut the fuck up,” I leered down at her. Her choice to not wear shoes was intriguing as it gave me a serious height advantage.
Her other hand came up so I had to catch that one too. I jerked her around and twisted her arms behind her back while she squawked and screamed obscenities at me. I shoved her several times until we came to that expensive French sofa I had mentioned earlier. I sat down quickly and used that speed to propel Melissa belly-first onto my lap.
“You are going to jail, jackass,” she yelled, as she struggled to get free. I held both her wrists in one hand while I used the other to pull her robe up to mid-back, then raised it for what was to come. She howled as my open hand fell on her silk-covered right butt cheek.
“I told you to shut up,” I smugly commanded her as her cheek jiggled with the impact.
“Fuck you,” she screamed. Smack, smack, smack, rained down the blows. She cursed me after every blow so they kept coming. At the ninth, the sobbing began, and at twenty-one she finally stopped cursing.
“Are you going to behave?” I asked.
“No,” she growled; “Never.” She cried out in pain as the next two blows fell.
“Shall I keep going? Are you going to shut up and obey me now?” I tested her.
“Yes,” she wheezed. I spanked her again and this time she openly sobbed.
“Are you going to shut up?” I asked. This time she kept her thoughts to herself. My next step was to take off her robe; I freed up the sash and bound Melissa’s hands behind her back.
She didn’t protest the binding but the looks she shot me over her shoulder were filled with loathing. She definitely wasn’t pleased by my flipping the lower half of her body off the sofa so that she had her knees on the Persian rug on the floor. I slid off the sofa and positioned myself behind her. I was getting ready to force her legs apart with my hands but the moment I put them on her thighs her legs flew open invitingly.
I didn’t mock Melissa at this point because she could still change her mind. Something slow and romantic would have been nice at that moment but that wasn’t what felt right. I immediately cupped her gusset and rubbed. It wasn’t sopping wet or even all that close, but my touch brought forth a repressed moan from my Mother-in-law.
Moving her panties aside, I slipped two fingers inside the elastic and moved them along the base of her pussy. I corkscrewed those two fingers in and the waterworks began.
“Fuck, that’s tight,” I commented. Melissa moaned louder so I added, “It is going to be like breaking in a virgin all over again.” She growled hatefully at me but the shivering of her thighs gave her true feelings away.
When I started pulling Melissa’s panties down she actually pushed up with her toes so that her knees came off the ground until I whisked her underwear all the way off. I quickly returned to stroking her cunt over with my two fingers, working her open with due diligence. I moved to Melissa’s side, hand still pumping, and tilted her head so we could kiss.
“I’ll bite your tongue off,” she snapped. She just had to be a bitch so I hauled off and smacked that ass again.
“Ow,” she sobbed. “I hope they have fun with you in prison,” she gasped. I spanked her yet again.
“I’ll have memories of this,” I thrummed her pussy rapid-fire, “and this,” I fondled her tit through her bra. “I’m going to love fucking this body all day long, Melissa,” I taunted her. “Celine has a dinner appointment so I don’t have to be home until nine, so that means a whole lot of pounding your way – slut.”
She growled but didn’t earn a spanking so I went in for that kiss. It was like kissing a dead fish so a spanking was in order.
“Make the next kiss count,” I cautioned her. The next kiss started out lukewarm but once I had my tongue touching hers, Melissa went from compliant to hungry. I used my hand to hold her jaw in place but it had become set. Melissa had twisted her shoulders to make access to her face and lips easier.
I broke the kiss after a minute. She slumped against the cushions fighting for breath but I had no intention of letting her cool down yet. I transformed my fingers in her pussy to a palm on her stomach while my free hand settled under her arms and along her chest. I heaved her up so that her head, shoulders, and breasts leaned over the back of the sofa. Her knees rested on the cushions, and her legs were still widely spread.
Melissa was curious to know what I was planning but her vantage point wasn’t very useful. Things weren’t made easier for her when I knelt on the floor behind her ass, parted her nicely padded cheeks, rocked her big hips back, and began licking her dripping cunt. Melissa gave a strangled cry of arousal so I redoubled my efforts. I never got to play with her plush ass because seconds later a sensation Melissa couldn’t stifle racked her body; she had an orgasm.
“Okay,” she muttered, “okay.” I think she figured that with one orgasm we were done.
“Now that I’ve got you warmed, it is time for some serious fucking,” I taunted Melissa. I hoisted her up on my shoulder and headed for my goodie bag.
“What…what are you doing?” she panted. I spanked her ass as my first response.
“I have barely begun to use your body,” I sneered. “You think you hate me now? I am going to tear you up every which way I can think of.”
“No, I won’t let you,” Melissa managed to get out. I spanked her lightly. This time her noise was more a moan than a cry of pain.
“I want you to fight back, Melissa,” I gloated. “It will make your flesh that much sweeter.” She growled at that statement but she wasn’t fighting too hard as I climbed the stairs and went to her bedroom. Strangely, the comforter had been pulled off the four-poster bed and the sheets pulled back.
I dropped her gently on the bed on her stomach with her ass and legs dangling off the side. I alternated taking off my clothes and stroking her cunt to keep it nice and moist. Melissa looked back at me and was about to say something but saw my own gaze going from her eyes to her vulnerable, red butt and she constrained herself.
“Here it comes, ‘Mom’,” I warned Melissa as I put a hand on the small of her back and lined up with her pussy. I pushed forward but I wasn’t lying about me being large and her being tight. I worked my penis around her a bit but I wasn’t making much progress so I pulled her abruptly off the bed.
I put Melissa on her knees facing me. My cock slapped against her cheeks then trailed along her lips.
“Suck me, Bitch,” I demanded.
“I’ll bite it off,” she threatened.
“If I can’t use my dick, I’ll use a wooden spoon,” I countered. “Are you that curious to find out what that feels like?” Melissa shut up and after putting some pressure on her lips with my cock, she allowed it in. I put my hands on her ears and began slowly pistoning my penis into her mouth in slowly expanding strokes.
I wanted to see where I was going concerning Melissa’s arousal. I slowed down and she immediately picked up the slack. Soon she was bobbing up and down my shaft with ill-concealed enthusiasm. I could only imagine her cock-sucking skills came from that period of time her late husband was ill and had difficulty performing. At least she got some enjoyment out of that sad time in her life and I wasn’t sorry to be recipient of those skills now.
“Mmp mu mimb,” Melissa mumbled around my cock. I pushed her head back so that my cock popped out of her mouth. I even wiped off some of the drool off her chin with the back of my hand.
“It’s too big,” she gasped.
“I finally find something about you to love and you want to stop now?” I chuckled. “Fuck that; get back to cock-sucking, Melissa.” She glared hate but obediently took my sausage down her throat again. Indeed, it went down her throat too. Melissa shocked me with her capacity to provide oral pleasure, considering the pain she had verbally showered me with over the years.
My balls were getting ready to boil over and I wanted to do something special beyond the normal shooting down the throat. Melissa’s bra was front-latched so I opened her up and waited.
“As much as I would like you to choke on my cum, I’ve decided to spray it all over these fantastic, fat titties of yours,” I teased her. She gave me a baleful glower but backed off my cock until she was holding my cockhead in her lips and tickling the tip with her tongue.
“You had better hope I don’t make bail because if I do, I’m going to come back and rape this mouth of yours all night long,” I groaned. I swore that Melissa allowed a wicked smile to wrap around my cock. Right as I began to erupt, I forced Melissa to lean backwards while I jacked off all over her fully formed, sagging breasts. I spewed and spewed far more than my normal quantity.
Melissa’s face was a mixture of revulsion and slutty desire. I didn’t give her time to figure out which impulse was stronger; I picked her up and dumped her on her back on the bed. I flopped beside her, looking over her body lustfully then ran a finger along her hip and waist.
“Get your grubby paws off me, you degenerate,” Melissa tried to incite me.
“This grubby paw?” I reached down and stroked her kitty several time before shoving two fingers in deep, “or this grubby paw?” I shifted to a kneeling position, scooped up some of my semen off a nipple and put it to her lips. She put up a token resistance before letting my finger in and sucking it clean vigorously.
I kept up the process of pumping her pussy and feeding her my semen one finger-full at a time. Melissa was making deep, guttural moaning sounds as her legs flopped back and forth as she twitched under my stimulation. She was hot enough and I was rebounding sexually.
“What?” Melissa yelped as I grabbed her far leg and pulled it to me and then over her body. She flipped onto her belly, then slid around so that she was facing the pillows at the top of the bed. I responded with a double spank. Melissa grunted and gave two little, choked sobs. She also remained silent as I pulled her onto her knees with her shoulders pressed down on the mattress.
“I am going to enjoy slamming you from behind,” I relished telling the bitch. “I’ve always wanted this ass…a bit bigger than Celine’s but nice and firm.” I smacked her right cheek on the side to impress upon her my desire. My penis parted her labia once more and slid an inch in before her walls clamped down.
“You are a horrid animal,” Melissa hissed. “I hate you.”
“Yeah, I guess I am,” I chuckled. “I’m going to pump you full of my seed so what does that make you; my breeding bitch?” I began slipping deeper into Melissa’s vagina.
“You are sick…reprehend-…Oh, God…oh, God…deep,” she repeated, gasping and spasming.
I plumbed her depths, settled in for a second, and then started pounding her as hard as I could go. I wanted to wear her down but it didn’t work out that way.
“Harder, harder, harder,” she screamed, then thrust hard back against me. He pussy pulsated around my cock. I grabbed the back of her neck for extra control because I had no intention of letting up now.
Melissa’s knees wobbled so I clamped down on her neck to keep her in place for my pelvic slams. Her head went face-down and her hair flowed over her face as she ground her teeth and kept going.
“Damn, Melissa, I didn’t think all this soft living had left you so weak,” I taunted. That had the desired effect; Melissa gamely kept returning my thrusts.
I lowered my body over Melissa’s as I kept up the penetrations. I reached underneath her and grabbed a bountiful handful of breast. Her nipple felt like a rough marble in my palm. My left hand snaked over to her small but very excited clit, which I proceeded to pinch and pull on.
“Come on, Bitch,” I whispered to her. “Give up. You know I’m going to fucking break you open. I’m better than you; you are nothing but a stuck-up, frigid cunt.”
“Fuck you, you bastard,” Melissa exhaled between gulps of air. “You are nothing but a lowlife piece of shit.”
“Piece of shit,” I joked, “I’m not the one oozing copious amounts of vaginal fluids all over your son-in-law’s cock, Melissa.”
“You…you forced me,” she wheezed. She was close now.
“Hell, yes, I ripped off your clothes and ravaged your body,” I growled playfully. “I knew you would never just give it to me; I wanted to fuck you so bad, I had to have you so I took you.”
My mother-in-law rammed her hips hard into mine. Her whole body trembled and she screamed with bestial ecstasy with a tenor that rebounded throughout both our bodies.
I returned my grip to her hips. I was getting close and I wanted to pound her as I did so. With every ounce of strength she had left, Melissa kept her ass up as I drilled her pussy, even crying out when I finally started ejaculating more semen into her vagina. I collapsed slightly on top of her, also face down and fighting for breath.
Five minutes later, Melissa finally spoke.
“I despise you more than ever, you arrogant prick,” she murmured. I slapped her ass.
“Roll over,” I groaned. I sidled up and half-knelt before Melissa, proffering my semi-aroused cock for her to suck.
“I didn’t think I could hate you more but I do,” Melissa muttered but that didn’t stop her from diving on my prick and sucking up my semen and her fluids off of it.
“I am going to make you my whore for the next few hours,” I said as I put a hand at the back of her head and forced her to swallow more of my member into her mouth.
A minute into the process I slipped my hand down to her crotch. Seeing the difficulty of my reach, Melissa wiggled her body around, unbidden, to ease my access. It was almost like she wanted me to fuck her again – imagine that. Five minutes later she got her wish. This time I had Melissa in the missionary position, with her legs spread wide. She groaned as I slid my dick in again.
I formulated a plan when I realized Melissa’s shoulders and arms were being yanked painfully by being bound behind her back. To alleviate that, I rolled Melissa on her side, fixed her right leg up on my shoulder while I sat on her left one. I kept pumping her for several minutes until Melissa began to drool slightly from the sensation of cock pushing deep into her.
Grabbing her wrists was easy; untying her was made more complicated by the rhythm of our fucking but I managed to pull it off. Her arms flopped down, temporarily useless. I held her leg with one arm but my other one was all over the place. I would press into Melissa’s body and use my hand to squeeze a nipple to my mouth, massage her clit, or make her suck my fingers.
I have to give it to Melissa, she is an orgasm machine. I sexed her through another climax in which she bit my thumb, leaving a scar. That was going to be fun explaining to the wife. When she coasted down from that bliss, I scooped her up, still on my rod, and began fucking her as she sat in my lap.
“It revolts me to think of you with my sweet Celine,” Melissa rasped right before she wrapped her arms around my neck and engaged in a vigorous game of tonsil hockey with me. She had this issue of self-control – she thought she had some – so I reached down to her anus and gave a little push.
“Ugh, that’s filthy,” Melissa gasped. “Stop that!” I pushed harder, her sphincter starting to give way. “No, no, no,” she whimpered. My forefinger entered her and she squealed. Seconds later she erupted all over me.
“Get…that finger…out…of my asshole, Pervert,” she panted heavily.
“This finger?” I teased her, as I shoved it in a little harder. She shook her head. Tears were streaming out of her eyes. I wiggled my finger around a little and Melissa quickly had another orgasm. She came out of that one shaking, crying, and mewling in some sort of unintelligible babble.
I pushed up with one hip, got my leg out from under me, then shifted so that I ended up on my back with Melissa riding me.
“Don’t give up on me now,” I egged her on. I trust up with my hips. Melissa blinked away the post-orgasmic bliss cobwebs and stared down at me with renewed anger.
Melissa didn’t hesitate; she put her hands on my chest, pushed up at the knees and drove her body down hard. She kept repeating the gesture time and time again. I imagined her thighs had to be burning by now. I was half her age and I was getting tired. That look gave me a resolve to hold out for one last orgasm on her part. My fingers plucked and teased her nipple while my tongue and lips began making a sloppy mess of her neck and shoulder. Her ass was still getting a workout too.
I barely finished giving her a hickey on her neck, mainly because it would piss her off, when I felt my balls clenching up.
“I’m cumming,” I warned Melissa. She redoubled her efforts even as sweat began to run in rivulets down her body.
“You won’t break me, Pig,” she ground out. “You won’t…oh, damn you,” she finished with a howl. This was more a desperate, weary vocalization this time. She wasn’t broken but she was close to collapse. Those last vaginal and anal contractions were the final straw for me.
“Here it comes, Witch,” I growled. I fired more semen into her womb, though hardly a tidal wave of reproductive fluids. Neither my balls nor I were 18 anymore.
We untangled and fumbled to the head of the bed, on our backs, staring at the ceiling and barely mobile. I was trying to decide if I would tie up Melissa then go get us some food or if I would make Melissa serve me while I watched over her, when Melissa sent a lazy hand over to hit me in the chest.
“You are going to regret this, Deviant,” she panted. “I’ll have the last word; wait and see.” I pushed up and over to my side.
“It isn’t even noon yet, Ms. Miserable Bitch,” I taunted her. “I am going to enjoy seeing your eyes roll back in your head as I rake a few more orgasms out of your vindictive, hateful ass.”
“You leave my ass alone,” she challenged. I didn’t rush it; I moved my hand down her slightly paunchy belly, through her pubic hair and on to her puffy, tender pussy lips. I drove two fingers in several times, switched up to other fingers.
“This ass,” I pressed against her pussy, “or this?” I drove a finger forcefully against her sphincter.
“No, no,” Melissa moaned, which she contradicted by spreading her legs further apart, and tilted her hips up so I had better access to her butthole. I played with her for another minute before slipping out and off the bed. “What…running away?” she growled wearily. I didn’t run far; merely to my bag to retrieve two vibrators – one slender and one normal sized.
I returned to the bed to find Melissa still on her back, eyes closed. I poured some lotion over both instruments and made sure they were nice and slick. She stirred when I pushed the larger vibrator into her pussy.
“What is that?” Melissa asked as she put her elbows under her so she could see what was going on. I cut the vibrator on and began to move it up and down. She gave a startled cough followed by a groan.
A minute of that, and I snuck the slender dildo up between her thighs, cut it on, and poked her in the hiney.
“Stop,” she moaned, as I wiggled it around until I sunk the small device into her rectum. “Oh, no, that’s…oh…God,” she panted. I now was working her over in tandem.
“How utterly cruel,” Melissa sobbed in ecstasy. She kept shivering, throbbing, and blubbering until she finally cracked. She bellowed out in primal fury because at some level she knew she had lost – temporarily – to me. I pulled my tools out of her, planted a kiss on Melissa’s lips and went to take a piss. Seeing that Melissa was still down, I trekked to the kitchen to get some stuff.
Melissa stirred when I put the tray down next to her.
“Red wine…with cheese and crackers… how droll,” Melissa commented venomously.
“Do you want me to shove the bottle up your cunt or are you going to drink some?” I grumbled.
“You forgot to get any glasses, Idiot,” was her snarky reply. I popped the cork and took a swig straight from the bottle, then handed it over.
“That’s gross,” she recoiled. “Now it has your spit in it. I don’t want that.”
“Drink it or I’ll force it down your throat, Melissa,” I menaced her. Reluctantly, she took it and took a swig. She didn’t spit it back at me so I guess my lowbrow stunt was something she could live with. I was smart enough to eat over the serving tray; no crumbs on the bed that way. Melissa followed suit. When we were done I put the tray on the floor and together we finished off the wine.
After a minute, she settled back on the bed and looked my way.
“Don’t look so smug,” she glared.
“So many orgasms in two and a half hours; that’s not bad for a Neanderthal,” I smirked.
“You think you are clever, don’t you?” she responded a moment later.
“No; it was your screw-up on Monday that brought me here,” I grinned.
“How did I screw-up on Monday?” Melissa looked curious.
“You invited Celine to lunch, you offered to help her out, and you didn’t attempt to make your affections contingent on my being out of the picture,” I revealed. “That showed me that you were looking forward to me coming over today.”
I could see her working that out in her mind then nodding.
“That’s very conceited,” she stated.
“No; if Sonny was coming over instead of me, you would have done nothing,” I pointed out. “After all, you have done nothing for the past two years to keep us in town.”
“But why would you come today if you thought Sonny was coming?” she quizzed. It dawned on me this was the most civil discourse we had ever had.
“Honestly, I don’t believe Sonny was ever coming over,” I said. Something I said amused her; I had missed it so I went for the back-up plan. “I also punctured two of his tires before coming here and changed the security code at the gate if he did make it.”
That confession made her happy; her smile broadcast her cat-like superiority even if her words told a different tale.
“I knew you were a criminal,” she chuckled wickedly. “I told him not to come over yesterday.”
“I knew you were evil; now I also know you are a heck of a good screw too,” I joked. She looked me over, wanting to slap me down at the same time she wanted bask in the glow.
“I want you to know two things; I have never thought of cheating on my wife with anyone at all until this came up, and I’m not shining you on about the sex. I certainly don’t hate you any less and I’m sure you feel the same way,” I told her.
“Why do this, then?” Melissa studied me.
“Not that I care if you believe it, but I love Celine and I’d do anything to make her happy,” I explain. “If I can do something, anything, to make you have some use for me then maybe you will stop bullying her about being my wife and she’ll be happier. That’s all that matters to me. If you were a total hag, I’d have still done this; you being the second best woman I’ve ever been with was a plus.”
“You only want the money,” she accused me.
“Fuck that noise,” I laughed. “This family isn’t worth ten times your fortune, Melissa. Since the wedding all I’ve wanted to do was move as far away from your crowd as possible. I fucking hate you, Sonny, and Kerry. Kerry and Sonny want your money; I want Witness Protection, new names, and to never have Celine and I ever have to see you again.”
“You want to take Celine away from those who love her,” she snapped angrily.
“That’s bullshit!” I snarled back. “If you really loved her, you would either acknowledge the fact that she married someone out of love or you would tell her you will never accept me and allow her to make the choice between us. Stop letting her decieve herself that she can be happy here with you.”
“I will never accept you as part of this family,” Melissa declared. I looked up at the ceiling, then got out of bed. “Where are you going?”
“I’m going to have a talk with my wife,” responded. “I gave this my best shot. That didn’t work so I’m going to leave before I do something else I am going to regret.”
“What happens if I call the police and accuse you of rape?” Melissa got pissy.
“Ha,” I laughed. “I’m married to one of the best lawyers in the state. I am not even remotely afraid of that threat.” I started putting my clothes back on, sitting on the edge of the bed. I was reaching for my shirt when,
“Waylon,” Melissa murmured. This was the first time in my recollection that she had ever used my name when it was not immediately preceded or followed by an expletive. “I…you are smarter than I gave you credit for.” I took a deep breath, flipped over on the bed then crawled between Melissa’s thighs. She spread them like a bitch in heat as I lapped up her juices as well as some of my own.
I pushed her legs farther and farther up so I had superior access to her cunt. Soon I was taking sojourns and tongue flicking her asshole. Melissa was so ‘horrified’ by my dirty deed she hooked her arms around the back of her knees and pulled them tightly to her chest.
“You have a far better tasting pussy than I ever would have believed,” I slurped.
A few nibbles on her clit and Melissa squirmed, bucked, and screeched at the top of her lungs. I pulled myself away from her pussy and retraced my steps off the bed.
“Waylon, Celine deserves to be happy,” Melissa admitted. “I don’t understand why she is with you but I’m willing to accept that her needs come first.”
Melissa took a deep breath and swung her legs off the bed. I was slightly pleased that she wobbled on unsteady legs too.
“I need a shower,” she stated, but it was directed at no one.
“Bitch, I don’t recall saying you could get up,” I grinned.
“The game is over Waylon,” she grumbled. I started moving toward her.
“That talking back is going to cost you,” I persisted.
“There is no…” then it dawned on her; I wanted her; I wanted to continue the game. She balled up her fists tightly and confronted me.
“You don’t scare me,” she growled, but her courage appeared to fail her at the last moment and she turned and fled. I grabbed her arm and tossed her back on the bed. We wrestled around until I had one arm pinned behind her back, stomach first on the bed, and began taking my hand to her already warmed up backside.
“I’ve still got seven hours with you,” I gloated.
“You’re terrible,” Melissa sobbed. That didn’t stop her from letting me push her into the bathroom and hopping in the shower with me. I was even ‘careless’ enough to stand between the strong spray of hot water from impacting her ass. The pain would have been pretty bad, no doubt.
I was insistent that she suck on my cock until I was rigid again. Melissa ran her hands over my body as I used some hideously expensive body soap to clean her body and was really getting into it until I pressed her against the glass and began rubbing shampoo along her ass crack and anus. When I positioned my cock there, she began to push back and try to shove me off her back.
Laughing so hard at her futile efforts, I almost missed her plea.
“Waylon,” she whimpered, “Waylon, not that, not today.” She was serious.
“I’ll nail you later when I’m ready to fill your ass with cum,” I used as a cover story. “Right now, let’s get out of here.” I withdrew my cock from danger, cut off the water and playfully shoved Melissa toward the shower door.
“I’ll never let you do that to me,” she declared angrily, even as she ceased moving and let me crash into her backside once more. At this point we had our understanding. I could hold her down and fuck her because I was the working class scumbag but she wasn’t allowing it because she was the rich, upper-crust bitch. Melissa was fine with the illusion provided by that lie; she didn’t have to compromise her snobbish values or pretend to like me to get what she wanted. As long as Melissa kept making Celine happy, I would dance around this moral quagmire.
At that moment my main concern was that it was 12:45. It took twenty-five minutes to drive home and I had to be home by 9:00 pm. That meant I had over seven and a half hours to screw my Mother-in-law.