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A drunk mother-in-law gives a great opportunity to extract revenge in the
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Wicked Mother-in-Law

by Caesar, copyright  1994 1996, ed.

-Paul-

"Julia, you okay?" 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 of 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, and 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. He was her fourth husband - she kept 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 have been, but by
nature he didn't show his feelings.

First he checked to see if she were still breathing. He stood next to her
limp form, looking upon her face radiated by the streetlight coming through
the window. He could see her eyes moving behind the lids, and it gave him
an eerie feeling, as if she were 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 swung 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 it was 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 when no-one else had been in the room. Her pointed tongue had
driven into his mouth, while her crotch was grinding against his, producing
an 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. His
free 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 slid 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 flesh, but 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 breasts 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 poking 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 were 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, and also the rapid reddening of her skin, that was bright enough
to even see in the dim light. Roughly he rolled her onto he back. A 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 to humiliate 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 of,f
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 slid 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, and 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 hold 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 man's neck and
shoulders. Only a part of her told her to keep her eyelids closed while
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 man's
force. She could not control herself and began to drive her pelvis upwards,
meeting his downthrusts. 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, during the age of "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 daughter's 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, and 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 cheekbone 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-law's 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 came 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 rid 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 that she was coated in slippery juices and
his digit entered 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 she turned onto her side and began
to cry. Julia felt guilty for what she had done, sorry for her daughter,
yet 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 at that moment!
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