Seasons of Submission Pt. 02

Seasons of Submission

Part Two of Four - Summer 2001 - A visit from my mother-in-law

You only had to take one look at Rachel's mother to realise where my wife's blonde hair, green eyes and shapely figure came from.   Susan had always been a busy professional mother; she was a legal executive with a firm that specialised in criminal law.   Although mother and daughter looked like two peas from the same pod, they were very different psychologically.   My wife was kind-hearted and a touch sentimental; her mother was hard-nosed, assertive and had a forceful personality.

It was easy to understand why my wife felt, that throughout her childhood and into adulthood, she'd had little love and emotional support from her mother.   I always avoided conflict with her, she was not someone that you would want to take on.   They saw each other reasonably often but never seemed completely at ease in each other's company.   It was as though they were each holding something back.  

One bright summer's day at the end of June, I decided to work from home.   It was something I did very occasionally when I needed uninterrupted time to catch up with paperwork.   It was a pleasure not to have to rush to get ready for work and to be able to watch my wife getting dressed.   Rachel getting dressed was almost as erotic as Rachel getting undressed.

"Have you remembered that my mother's going to drop in this afternoon to borrow my sewing machine?"

"Oh, yeah, no problem."

"You'd forgotten hadn't you?"

"No, of course not." 

There was no way I could have forgotten; the prospect had already fed my fantasies.  

"I've told her not to distract you from your work."

"No worries, I can at least carry it to the car for her."

"Yes, she'll appreciate that."

"Will you be home at the usual time this evening?" 

"Yes, I imagine so."

"Good, but remember, if you're late I'll have to punish you."

"Yes, Sir."

"Come here; let me check that you're wearing stockings."

I knew she was, I'd watched her put them on but I loved the feel of suspender clips through a skirt.

I made a mental note to tidy up before her mother arrived, we'd had sex play the previous night, I'd made her wear a nurse's uniform and I'd pulled her knickers down and spanked her with the paddle; lying across my knee, she'd orgasmed within seconds of feeling my fingers inside her sopping wet vagina.

At about eleven, I'd shifted a lot of paperwork and was ready for a well-earned cup of tea; my thoughts drifted to my sexy mother-in-law; I'd never really been alone with her before, and the thought of it gave me a thrill.   She'd never given me any reason to think that I had a chance with her; quite the opposite, she was always a little cool and detached around me and her daughter.   My wife had always said that she'd been much closer to her father.  

Sadly, Ted had died of a sudden heart attack not long after I married Rachel; her mother had long since ceased to be the grieving widow; she always seemed to have several suitors eating out of her hand. The way she dressed and comported herself always suggested that she was sexually very active.   The sound of the doorbell brought my rivière to an end; I thought it might be the postman with a parcel, but I was wrong, it was my mother-in-law.

"Ah! Susan, I... er... I thought you were coming this afternoon." 

"Yes, sorry, change of plan, I'm meeting a friend this afternoon. I hope you don't mind me arriving early; Rachel said you'd be in all day; she told me not to disturb you though," she said with a half smile.

She looked great, at 55 years of age she was very attractive, well toned with grey blonde bobbed hair and always well dressed. My mother-in-law frequently turned me on and today was no exception; she wore a sleeveless, knee-length lilac shift dress, beautifully fitted around her curvaceous body; her three-inch heels showed off her shapely legs to good effect. I wanted some time to admire her, to drink her in, because I knew the moment that she left, I'd be rushing upstairs to masturbate.

"Oh, don't worry about that, would you like a cup of tea?"

"Oh, I'd love one, as long as you're sure it's not too much trouble." 

"No trouble at all; I was about to make one for myself."

"So how're things with you, are you busy?"

"Yes, that's why I'm working from home today, I'm trying to get my admin done; it's easier here than in the office where I get constant interruptions" 

The kettle boiled and I filled the teapot.

"Shall we go and sit in the lounge while the tea mashes?"

She went in first; I got a couple of mugs out of a kitchen cupboard and put a drop of milk into each of them.   When I went through to join her in the lounge I felt very embarrassed; she was sitting on the settee showing an agreeable amount of leg when I noticed that she was holding the paddle; she gave me a wry smile and made sure I saw her look at my wife's pussy juice encrusted knickers that were still on the arm of a chair.

"So it looks like you've both been having fun; who's the lucky victim?   Or do you take it in turns?"

"Oh God, I'm sorry, I meant to tidy up; I didn't think you'd be here until this afternoon." 

"Well, you haven't answered my question?" 

My cheeks felt hot.

"I'm sorry, I didn't intend you to see that."

"You still haven't answered my question." 

By now I was feeling very uncomfortable.  

"I'll go and pour the tea," I said as I retreated to the kitchen; I realised that my cock was stiffening, and I hoped to God it would die down before I went back into the lounge.

By the time I'd poured the tea and arranged some biscuits on a plate, my cock was swollen but not erect. Back in the lounge, she gave me a teasing look; she still had her legs crossed but now she was dangling a high-heeled shoe from her foot in a sensual manner.   I handed her a mug of tea.

"Thanks, I'll be off when I've drunk this; I'm sure you've got lots to do without having to entertain me as well."

She was still holding the paddle, twirling it around in her hands; it was a sign that she wasn't quite finished with me yet.

"Let me put you out of your misery, I'm pretty sure that my daughter is on the receiving end of this."

"It's only sex play; I-I don't really hurt her; s-she likes it..."

I had said more than I intended.

"I imagine you like it too, being in charge I mean."

I didn't need to say anything; it was obvious that she knew what was going on between us.

"You know, she's just like her father, highly intelligent, brilliant career but content to submit to my will; more than content actually, he was quite turned on by being dominated.   Tell me, has she let you control every aspect of her life?"

"Everything but her work; that's where she's in charge and nobody says no to her; that's partly why she wants me to dominate her at home."

She took a sip of her tea, "Good, I know you'll look after her and you won't abuse your authority over her."

"No, I'd never do that."

"Have you reached the stage where she wants you to watch her being dominated by others?" 

How did she know? She was having a curious effect on me; I'd dropped my guard completely.

"Yes, I watched her being taken by one of her work colleagues; I've never seen her..."

"Come so enthusiastically?"

"... Well, yes."

"Did you mind her being fucked by another man?"

"It was a woman."

"So my little girl likes the ladies, hmm, I'll bet you did more than just watch though, a virile young man like you?"

"That would be telling."

"Do tell."

"Some other time maybe." 

She finished her tea and stood up to leave; the conversation we'd just had was unreal; I'd never before remotely discussed anything so sexually intimate with my mother-in-law. She knew she'd got me eating out of her hand; I saw her glance down at the bulge in my trousers, the corners of her mouth curled into a half smile.   After she'd made sure I knew what she was looking at she swayed her hips slowly out of the lounge and into the hallway."

"Can you carry the sewing machine out to the car for me?"

"Yes, of course." 

"I followed her out to the car and put the machine in the boot."

"I'll bring it back next week; what day would suit you best."

"Any evening really, Rachel gets home after six most days." 

"Oh, that's a shame; I can't do evenings next week," she said with a look of amused anticipation, "perhaps you could get off work early one afternoon, say three o'clock on Wednesday?"

Being a little slow on the uptake I said I was sure that Rachel would like to be there.  

"I think perhaps it would be best if she wasn't." 

She stood close to me as she said this; her scent filled my nostrils; it was sweet and heady.   The penny dropped.

"Y-yes, I think I can be home for three next Wednesday."

My erection still hadn't subsided; there was no chance that it would in her presence; I suddenly felt that she could read me like an open book. She must have sensed my desire to fuck her; she'd caught me ogling her several times over the years but this time it was blatant.   She looked down at my groin again.

"You know, whenever Ted got a little frisky and I was too busy, I used to send him upstairs to masturbate," she said with a sly smile.

I stood next to the driver's door as she eased into the seat in a series of sensually choreographed moves; she wasn't wearing hosiery; she made sure the hem of her dress rode up to her mid-thigh.

"I'll see you next week then."

"Yes, I'll be thinking of you in the meantime," she blew me a kiss, "Goodbye." 

I watched her pull out of the driveway, gave her one last wave and then went straight upstairs and shot my load into the toilet basin.

I felt very guilty about my newfound urge to fuck my mother-in-law.   If the masterclass of sexual enticement I had just witnessed was anything to go by, her discovery of my sexual dominance over her daughter seemed to have awakened something libidinous inside her.  

I sensed I wouldn't be able to resist her when she returned the following week with the sewing machine. I thought about asking my wife to get time off work so that she could be there too.   Then another thought crept into the back of my mind; the way things had progressed between us since we'd shared a bed with Sylvia, I'd begun to feel that nothing was off limits so long as we both agreed to it first. I wondered how could I gauge my wife's reaction to what I was thinking.   She'd

become wholly submissive and had often come hard to my many depraved fantasies in bed, but I expected her to draw the line at me fucking her mother.

I devised a plan to see how far I could take things.   After dinner that evening, I ordered my wife to dress up as an older woman.   She had a bobbed blonde wig that she'd bought a few weeks earlier when I wanted her dressed as a middle-aged nurse during sex play.   I told her to wear it with her grey shift dress and a pair of black high heels; she seemed surprised when I told her not to wear hosiery.  

When she came downstairs dressed according to my instructions, I told her to sit with her legs crossed and to show plenty of thigh.   I don't know at what point she made the connection but, after I'd taken her upstairs to bed and fucked her, with a feverish intensity, in her shift dress, heels and wig, there was only one question on her mind.

"What was my mother wearing today?" she asked tentatively.

I found her question thrilling; my plan was working; my cock surged again at her inquisitiveness; I knew I'd be ready to fuck her again in a few minutes, she knew it too; I think she knew who I wanted her to be.

"She turned up this morning much earlier than we had planned"

"Oh!"

"Yes, and I hadn't tidied up; she spotted the paddle; your used knickers were still on the chair arm."

"Oh, God."

"She knew straight away what we'd been up to, there was no way I could pretend otherwise; she knows now that you submit to me; she even told me that she sexually dominated your father; she said you and your father were very much alike in temperament."

"I knew about their relationship; she did little to conceal it from me. I went into their bedroom once to borrow some moisturiser; they'd left bondage rope and a riding crop lying around. Sometimes, I could hear them through the bedroom wall, a steady swish of a riding crop against flesh with my father in pain but getting more and more excited. I hope you're not disgusted by what I'm going to tell you now, sometimes, I masturbated while listening to them; it was my way of dealing with it, I suppose; it was either that or trying and failing to get to sleep while being gripped by cringing embarrassment."

"If you can't beat 'em join 'em?"

My wife laughed at the pun, "Yes, precisely."

"Did you ever watch them?"

"No, I wanted to but I was too frightened of the consequences"

"How old were you when all of this was going on?"

"Eighteen through to about twenty-five."

I didn't know what to think, but my cock did, by now I was rock hard again; my wife's admission of her acts of depravity only served to spur me on in my perversion.   She was still in her shift dress and heels; she was her mother, as far as she was concerned. I put her on her back and fucked her again; she joined in enthusiastically; when, as I approached orgasm, I called her Susan, she found another gear; I had to cling on to her to stop myself being tipped onto the floor as she came.

I exploded inside her; we continued to fuck for several minutes.   Eventually, we collapsed, spent; I spooned her, my mind was racing, and I expected hers was too.   Whatever had just happened between us, it wasn't normal, or perhaps it was. I can't have been the first man ever to fantasise about fucking his mother-in-law at the same time as he was fucking his wife.   On the other hand, it was perhaps not normal for my wife to join in with my fantasy and role-play the part of her mother.

"So, you like the idea of me fucking your mother then?"

She turned away from me and said in a small, quiet voice, "... Yes."

"And I don't need to tell you what she was wearing." 

"No, ... please, can we do this again sometime; it was so hot."

It seemed like a good moment to give her the rest of the story, "We've arranged for her to bring the sewing machine back next Wednesday afternoon; she left me in no doubt about what she expects to happen; she said it would be best if you weren't here, I didn't disagree with her.   How do you feel about that?"

"Oh, you must think this is the worst kind of depravity but I have to confess, I'm comfortable with it. Perhaps if you'd asked me six months ago, I'd have been shocked; now, the thought of it turns me on. I've seen the way she looks at you; I've always thought that one day she might try to seduce you, especially since my father died.   I want you to sleep with my mother; it's not that I feel any sexual desire for her, although I can see that she's attractive for her age and she oozes sexuality, but no, it's not that, it's that I'll feel even more submissive knowing that you're having an affair with my mother."

"How's that?"

"Well... it's just the thought of my husband pleasuring my mother with complete disregard for me; it's very erotic. It's difficult to explain; it makes me feel abused and taken for granted; at the moment, that really turns me on." 

The next morning, my wife's menstrual cycle kicked in, causing a pause in our lovemaking, we'd agreed at the outset that sex on demand would be postponed for the duration of her period.   What this meant in practice was that I wasn't able to fuck her for five days so we indulged in fantasies while we played with each other on a couple of those evenings.

On the Wednesday morning, we both had breakfast and went off to work without mentioning what might happen later that day.   I couldn't concentrate at all; I left work at two-thirty and arrived home at ten minutes to three.   I decided to leave my suit on, I suppose I thought it might impress my mother-in-law.   At three-fifteen, just as I wondered if she'd had second thoughts, my mother-in-law's car reversed into the driveway.   I tried to act casually and let her ring the doorbell rather than open the door for her before she had even got out of her car.   But she took a while, so I gave up and opened it anyway; it was just what she intended so that she could put on a performance for me.  

I watched the driver's door open, a stiletto heel and a black stockinged leg planted themselves on the block-paved driveway.   She swivelled; another shapely calf swung out to join the first one; then she slid forward elegantly, and a stocking top and suspender clip came into view, she paused for effect, and my cock, which had already been operating on a low hum, received messages from my brain and began to swell.

She closed the car door, and the seams of her stockings were perfectly aligned; she turned and walked towards me in her close-fitting black miniskirt, red blouse and short black jacket.   The hem of her miniskirt was a tasteful six inches above her elegant knees; her stilettos were at least four inches high, suitably outrageous for a mother-in-law visiting her son-in-law; she looked like sex on legs; at 55 she still had the confidence and the body to carry it off.

She looked me up and down and seemed to approve; as she passed me in the doorway, she dangled her car keys in my direction.

"It's in the boot; would you be a darling and get it for me?"

"Of course."

She walked into the lounge, leaving me to bring the sewing machine in from her car.   When I joined her, she had taken her jacket off and she sat on the settee with her left legs crossed.   Her skirt was pulled taut revealing the outline of suspender straps and fasteners and she was showing the merest glimpse of a black stocking top.   Her fulsome breasts filled out her fitted red blouse which displayed just the right amount of cleavage, within which nestled a gold pendant necklace.

"Put my jacket on a hanger, will you; it's expensive and I don't want to get it creased."

Everything about her looked expensive; she oozed sophistication; I was beginning to think that I was out of my depth.

"Is Rachel at work?"

"Yes."

"And is she coming home at the usual time?"

"Yes, between six and six-thirty, I would imagine."

"Good, and what else have you been imagining just lately?"

"I, well, I.. er."

"I'm teasing you, you silly man;   I must say you look handsome in your suit, are you wearing it for me?"

"No, I mean yes, I suppose I am; I kept it on for you."

"Mmm, a sign of respect; I like it, she said as she eyed my groin; are you going to offer me a drink?"

"Oh, Sorry, I wasn't sure what..., sorry would you like tea or coffee?"

"Haven't you got anything stronger?"

"Er, how about a gin and tonic."

"Mmm, that'll be lovely, with ice and lemon."

"Okay, I'll be back in a moment."

I went through to the kitchen to make the drinks, wondering who would make the first move.   As I opened the bottle of gin and picked up a glass, I heard the slow, measured tap tap of stilettos behind me on the tiled kitchen floor.   To my amazement, she wrapped her arms around me; I could feel her breasts with their hard nipples against my back and her mound pressing into my buttocks.   She slipped her right hand around and deftly unzipped my fly; before I could react, she'd got her hand inside my underpants and was caressing my rapidly hardening cock.

I was helpless, with a bottle in one hand and a glass in the other; she turned me around and kissed me, her tongue exploring my mouth and her hand still massaging my penis.   As my cock reached its full extent, she broke the kiss and smiled at me.

"Hmm, what a big boy you are." 

She let go of my cock and stepped away from me.

"Finish making those drinks and bring them up to your bedroom."

She turned, sashayed sexily down the hallway and started to climb the stairs in her miniskirt and heels; it was a glorious sight.   I was stunned; I'd been turning it over in my mind all day; who would make the first move? I wondered if she might expect me to be masterful, but, while I dithered, she'd taken control; she was not a woman to whom I could imagine saying no.

When I got to the bedroom with the drinks, she had removed her blouse and skirt and was sitting at my wife's dressing table carefully unfastening and removing her seamed stockings; then she removed the rest of her underwear, stepped back into her stilettos and took her drink from my hand, she gulped her gin and tonic; I drank her in, in all her glory; I knew she regularly went to the gym, you could tell, she looked slender but toned; perfectly in proportion with firm breasts and a flat stomach; her bush was well tended; it had been manicured; her gash of a pussy was a pretty pale pink, just like her daughter's, it glistened, she'd started to become moist. Wearing nothing more than a pair of stiletto heels, it was the most alluring sight I'd ever seen.  

"Take all of your clothes off and lie on the bed."

I did as she said; she stood drinking; she watched me with a lascivious expression on her face. The last item I removed was my underpants and my rock-hard cock sprung free of its confines, bobbing and swaying as it did so.

"Mmm, my daughter is a lucky girl; you're a good inch longer than Ted was and thicker, but don't let it go to your head; I've had bigger."

I laid down on the bed as she had instructed; she eased herself on top of me; she took hold of my wrists and pinned them down either side of my head then she straddled me and rubbed her wet pussy against my erection.   She kissed me; when I half-heartedly attempted to break free so that I could caress her breasts, she used her considerable gym-honed strength to keep me pinned down; even so, we both knew that I could break free if I wanted to; that wasn't the point, her pinning me down was symbolic; the message was that she was in charge, she was going to have the upper hand and I shouldn't even think about resisting.

"Good, you know your place, but let me warn you, if you step out of line, I will punish you; not today perhaps; another day when the fancy takes me, now lie completely still while I fuck you."

She raised her pelvis and slid my cock into her warm wet cunt; she kept me pinned to the bed as she reeled and rolled all over me; her pelvic thrusting made the mattress bounce; I was wholly submissive, allowing her to fuck me hard, she was incredibly aroused, she breathed heavily and let out loud gasps and moans.

"Oh, God, I'm going to fuck you good and hard; I'm going to ride your magnificent cock and make you come like the gorgeous, helpless creature that you are."

Her words were arousing me beyond measure; as she gyrated and thrust her hips at me, I knew there was nothing I could do or even wanted to do to stop this athletic woman from fucking me into oblivion.   Her rhythmic thrusting seemed to go on for an age until she sensed I was close; she let herself go completely. Riding my cock to her wild orgasm, as her climax hit, my toes curled, my inner thighs tingled, and semen surged along the length of my cock and exploded into her cunt.   Her vagina walls sucked my captive cock dry; she collapsed on top of me, our sweat mingled as she lay on my chest.

"That was even better than I imagined; I'm going to take you as my lover from now on, but you'll have to do some pretty convincing lying to Rachel to make it work."

"I won't." 

"What do you mean you won't?   We both know you'll do as I tell you from now on; you've just submitted to me; you'll do it again when I say so."

"I won't have to lie to her; she knows that you're here and that we'd probably end up in bed together."

"What? Ha, haha, are you trying to tell me that your wife knows that you're being fucked by her mother?"

"Yes, and the thought of it turns her on."

"My God, I hope she doesn't expect me to fuck her as well."

"No, she's not into that; she likes the idea of her mother and her husband committing adultery together; she said it makes her feel ill-used and subjugated and that it turns her on immensely." 

"I never could work her out; I always wanted her to be more like me; she's weak like her father,"  she gave me a stern look; "I'm going to punish you for this; you need to learn that your first loyalty is to me, turn over and lie face down with your arms by your side."

My mother-in-law had become even more formidable; she had already gained a psychological sexual advantage over me; I obeyed her without hesitation.   Out of the corner of my eye, I watched her remove the tie cord from my dressing gown, and then I felt the weight of her as she straddled my buttocks.

"Keep still, and do not try to resist."

She took hold of my wrists and pulled them behind my back before binding them together with the dressing gown cord.   She turned me over onto my back; I lay there helpless with my gradually engorging cock exposed.

"Mmm, I can see you're enjoying this."

She was right; I began to see why my wife liked being submissive; it was freeing to let go, to let someone else take control of your pleasure.   By now, my cock was at full stretch, throbbing and lying rigid along my abdomen.   It was aching for her touch, for her to stroke it until it released more of its creamy substance to form puddles in my navel.

She gave me a teasing look, took my wife's dressing gown from behind the bedroom door, put it on, picked up her clothes and made her way downstairs in just the gown, and her stilettos.

"Don't move a muscle," were her departing words.

I don't know how long I lay there, but it was a long time.   My erection finally subsided; I thought I heard her mixing another gin and tonic.   A little while later, I heard her making a phone call, I couldn't hear what she was saying; her tone sounded confident and assertive.   I'd probably been tied up, on my back, for about an hour when she came back into the bedroom fully dressed.

"How are you enjoying your punishment?"

"Are you going to release me?"

"No, I've spoken to Rachel; I've told her to expect a gift-wrapped surprise when she gets home."

She looked magnificent in her miniskirt, red blouse and heels while she gloated over my predicament.   The skirt fitted perfectly over her shapely thighs and buttocks; it was short enough to be enticing and long enough to conceal her stocking tops.   To ensure my complete humiliation, she took the cord from my wife's dressing gown and bound my ankles together; as she did so, my cock surged once more to its fully engorged size. I was highly aroused and desperate to be milked by her; I knew that she had no intention of doing so; it would be a mistake for me to beg.

When she finished binding my ankles, she lifted the hem of her miniskirt and pretended to adjust a suspender strap just so she could tease me with the wonderfully erotic sight of her stocking-clad thigh.   She straightened up, blew a kiss to my cock and left with the words:

"I'll be in touch, in the meantime be good and remember this; from now on you'll provide me with sex on demand, even if I have to drag you to bed kicking and screaming."

Moments later I heard the front door close and a car engine start up on the driveway. Just minutes after she left, I heard another car pull in, it was my wife, she'd left work after she had put

the receiver down following her mother's phone call.   She dashed upstairs and came into the bedroom looking sheepish.

"Oh, my God!"

"Untie me quickly."

"I can't." 

"What do you mean you can't untie me, for fuck's sake."

"Don't be angry with me; my mother has forbidden me to untie you until I've..."

"Until you've what?"

"... Sucked you off; those were her exact words; she gave me specific instructions."

"What instructions?   What did she say?"

"She said she owned you now; I mustn't let you go until I'd sat on your face with my pretty little pussy and you'd made me come with your tongue, and then she said I had to suck you off and then kiss you with my come filled mouth.   She also said she would visit us on Saturday evening to check that I've done as I was told and, if she's in the mood, and she probably will be, she'll take you upstairs and fuck your brains out while I sit obediently in the lounge.   I'm sorry but you know I'll have to do as she says, you're my master but she's my mother and I've never disobeyed her."

I shuddered with arousal once more; the first time had been the prospect of being fucked by my mother-in-law, this time, my wife held the key to my pleasure.

"Do what you must," I said in an attempt to feign an air of reluctance; my cock gave me away once more.   She hesitated momentarily; then she removed her grey pinstripe jacket and unbuttoned her pale blue blouse and put it on the bedroom chair; next she unzipped her tight pinstripe knee-length skirt and wriggled out of it to reveal her nude-coloured stocking tops and her pretty cream suspender belt; she folded her skirt neatly, put it on the chair and then removed her cream lace knickers and her bra; she hesitated again before eyeing my erection and then she knelt on the bed and lifted her right leg over my chest so that she could sit astride my face.

The soft, swollen, pink folds of her vulva were millimetres from my face; the pungent, intoxicating scent of her cunt filled my nostrils; I was alive with lustful perversion; her face was a picture of uncertainty and arousal; her breasts swayed above me.   I was bound hand and foot, unable to resist even if I'd wanted to and I didn't want to.  

It was complicated; she was about to press her pussy into my face, to make me lick and suck her to orgasm while I was bound and submissive; she was supposed to be the submissive one.   Except, of course, she was being submissive; she was obeying her mother, carrying out her wishes by adopting a position of dominance over me in my bound and helpless state.   It was a calculated move by her mother to show me that she had absolute control over me.   It was as though she was fucking me by proxy.

My tongue slid over her labia; she stopped thinking; she allowed herself to be taken by the erotic sensations that began to flow through her.   She lowered herself onto my mouth so that I could suck her clitoris and force my tongue into the entrance to her vagina.   She rubbed her clit all over my face and came in breathless grunts and groans; I sucked her labia as aftershocks pulsed through her body; eventually, she was satisfied; she turned her attention to the next of her mother's instructions.  

She eased herself away from my face and knelt next to my fettered legs, she levered up my erect cock before covering it with her mouth, and then she gripped the base of my hard member and masturbated me while sucking the top half of my penis.   I only lasted a few seconds before shooting my load into her mouth; she kept on stroking my penis as I enjoyed the afterglow of my orgasm.

She hadn't swallowed; her mother's final instruction had to be obeyed; she knelt over me with her hands on either side of my head and lowered her lips to mine; our mouths touched; I opened mine slightly; she pushed her tongue between my lips and then unloaded my ejaculate into my mouth.   It tasted salty; it wasn't unpleasant; we kissed ferociously, and by the time we had finished, my sticky, slippery, come coated both of our faces.  

After my wife untied me, I took a shower and went downstairs for a much-needed beer.   I told her to keep her stockings on and to wear a tight dress and heels while she prepared our evening meal; I sat with her in the kitchen and drank my beer while watching her sensual movements as she stretched and bent, her heels making a sexy clacking sound of the kitchen floor.   My cock twitched at the memory of her mother's heels on the tiled floor just before she unzipped my fly and claimed her prize.

There was no doubt in my mind that I was going to fuck my wife later on; I think she sensed it too.   When the meal was cooking, she sat on my lap and kissed me softly.   There was nothing soft about the response to her kiss; and what the feel of her firm buttocks engendered in my penis.   I'd planned to tie her to the bed and shaft her; it didn't work out that way.   Instead, we made long, slow sensual love to each other.

Afterwards, she drifted off to sleep, but I lay awake, my thoughts focused on my mother-in-law and what had happened earlier that afternoon.   I had more than met my match; she had overwhelmed me; I found it exhilarating to be teased and toyed with by a woman of her sexual potency and intensity; the fact that she was my mother-in-law made it taboo, all the more special and very erotic.   The thought of being available to her for sex whenever she wanted made my cock start to swell once more; I let my imagination loose on what she might be wearing and what she might do to me in the marital bed while my wife sat obediently in the lounge on Sunday evening.

Over the next few days, we adjusted to the new landscape of our relationship after the havoc wreaked by my whirlwind of a mother-in-law.   My wife still wanted to be submissive to me; however, she made it clear she would never disobey her mother.   She explained that it was the result of her mother withholding love and emotional support from her as a child and still now in adulthood. She'd spent her life being largely ignored by her mother and, as a result, had constantly sought to please her.   Her discovery that her mother frequently whipped and spanked her father for her sexual gratification had made my wife even more reluctant to displease her.

Sunday evening arrived and we were both nervous.   My mother-in-law had spoken to my wife on the phone just before noon to ensure that we both understood what was expected of us.   She gave instructions that I should be completely naked and ready to obey her; my wife should wear stockings and her short flared black skirt; the hemline would only just cover her stocking tops; she would turn up at seven-thirty and we'd better be ready.

At seven-thirty on the dot, my mother-in-law parked in our gateway and sashayed on her stilettos to our front door.   She rang the bell; my wife, in her flared black miniskirt, stockings and heels, opened the door.   My mother-in-law stepped into the hallway; she was wearing a tight, well-tailored grey pencil skirt that clung to her buttocks and narrowed down to her knees.   The faint outline of her suspender clips showed through the material.   Her barely black seamed stockings matched well with her black stiletto-heeled court shoes.   Her breasts heaved against the material of a white, semi-translucent blouse; she wasn't wearing a bra; she spoke to her daughter.

"You're probably wondering why I told you to dress up and wear stockings; well now you're going to find out.   Take off one of them now and use it to tie your husband's wrists together behind his back." 

My wife hesitated

"Do as I say."

She moved toward the staircase, sat down on the second step, lifted the hem of her flared skirt slowly and revealed the tan-coloured stocking top that swathed her right thigh. Her fingers fumbled with the suspender clips and her legs parted slightly as they did so. For a moment she exposed the little white cotton knickers that covered her swollen labia; the wet fabric clung to and followed the contours of her pussy lips and the furrow in between.

For some reason, I don't know why, at that moment, I glanced at my mother-in-law; she was watching my wife intently; a fleeting look of arousal flickered over her face; her nipples poked against the material of her blouse.   She breathed in deeply and exhaled slowly before regaining her composure; by then my wife was standing next to me holding the stocking she had just removed.   I was left wondering what deep carnal urge had possessed my mother-in-law for those few seconds.

"Well, what are you waiting for?" 

My wife looked at me with a mix of arousal and trepidation; she moved behind me, pulled my wrists together and bound them with the stocking, a little too tightly for my liking.  

"Now make him hard."

She hesitated again 

"You do know how to make him hard don't you?" 

Embarrassed, she cupped my balls in her warm hand; all three of us watched my cock come to life.   It took no time for it to become fully engorged; as soon as it did, my mother-in-law took possession of it and led me upstairs, gripping it firmly with her right hand.   She stopped halfway up the stairs, turned to her daughter and said:

"Now go and get me a gin and tonic and bring it to your bedroom."

My wife moved off in the direction of the kitchen while my mother-in-law continued her progress upstairs with me in tow.   The anticipation was almost unbearable; I watched her beautiful rear end wiggle and sway every step of the way to the bedroom.   When we got there, she removed her pencil skirt, knickers, blouse and bra and pushed me unceremoniously onto the bed on my back.

I lay on the bed with my wrists bound behind me and watched my obedient wife hand a drink to her mother.   My wife didn't appear to know what to do next; her mother took a sip of her drink and gave her daughter another instruction.

"Now, remove your other stocking and use it to bind his ankles."

My wife sat on the end of the bed; unclipped the fasteners that secured her hosiery; removed her high-heeled shoe and peeled the stocking down her lovely shapely leg.   Her pretty little pussy strained once more against the saturated gusset of her white cotton knickers.   Her mother watched her intently; I watched her mother's face; she tried and failed to look inscrutable; the brief animal lust that I'd seen moments before in the hallway returned to her face; her rock-hard nipples seemed to confirm that she was unnaturally aroused.

My wife was unable to look me in the eyes as she bound my ankles with her stocking.   When she'd finished, her mother gave her a final Instruction.  

"Now, go downstairs and sit quietly like a good girl while I pleasure myself with your husband, unless, of course, you want to watch."

My wife's cheeks turned scarlet at her mother's taunting suggestion; she hurried downstairs without so much as a glance in my direction.  

"We've been here before, haven't we, my gorgeous, submissive son-in-law?"

She didn't need me to answer; I shivered with anticipation; my fully hardened cock told her all she needed to know.

"Mmm, you are a very obedient, respectful young man; you've spared yourself the regular fate of my deceased husband. I had to use my riding crop on his bare buttocks to make him hard enough for me to ride him.   You, on the other hand, know how to show me the respect I deserve.   Let's start with a little forced cunnilingus shall we?"

She straddled my face and lowered her vulva over my mouth and nose.   She didn't press hard at first; she just allowed her viscous pussy fluid to seep onto my face.   She smelled wonderful; her scent gave me a feeling of elation in my chest.   I raised my head as far as I could and drove my tongue into the entrance to her vagina.   She squealed with delight and bucked her hips gently so that she could rub her clitoris over my nose.  

"Clever.. boy,.. you.. deserve a.. reward," her words were uttered breathlessly between gasps of pleasure.

She moved to a kneeling position beside me on the bed, took hold of my rigid erection and owned it with her mouth.   Being fellated by my hot mother-in-law while bound by my wrists and ankles was the most exquisite, erotic feeling I had ever experienced.   She was skilled and able to hold me on the cusp of an orgasm for several minutes.   When she judged that I was unable to hold it in any longer, she stopped sucking and licking my glans and straddled me, covering my shaft with the warm, slick sheath of her cunt.   The walls of her vagina stretched and opened, slowly, as she took me in inch by solid inch until she had accommodated me up to the hilt.   She kept perfectly still for several minutes to make sure I didn't ejaculate until she gave the command.

"Oh! God, Susan."

"No, not yet."

"Oh, God!"

"No, I said no; wait until I give you permission."

"Please, let me come."

"No."

"Oh! Fuck, I can't hold out much longer."

"Wait, I'll tell you when."

She must have had strong pelvic floor muscles because I felt her cunt tighten its grip on me, and then, without warning, she started to thrust up and down on my desperate, frustrated cock; it felt like every muscle in my body had tensed, my toes curled, my eyelids fluttered my stomach turned somersaults.

"Now, now you can fill me with your come."

"Arghhhhhh!"

When I'd finished, she started: she fucked me sitting astride me with her breasts swaying back and forth; she fucked me on all fours, her breasts swinging like pendulums; she fucked me with her head on my shoulder and her arms around my neck, and that's how she came.   She used the walls of her vagina to squeeze every drop out of me; she wallowed in orgasmic delight.

"Well, I must say your training is going very well; you're making excellent progress; you've submitted to me without question; you've shown me the deference and respect that I require of you.   I think perhaps next time, I won't have you tied up; if you continue to please me, I might let you put your fingers inside me.   But remember, I give the orders; you don't make a move without my permission; if you disobey me, I will punish you severely."  

She got dressed as she said this; I'd never been so turned on by a woman putting clothes on rather than taking them off.   She moved with such grace and sensuality that I started to get hard again.

"Don't get up, she joked as she left; I'll get your wife to untie you; maybe she'll take care of that for you," she said with a smile as she looked at my erection.

I could hear voices downstairs; it sounded like she was giving Rachel instructions; the front door closed. My wife came up to the bedroom and started to untie me.   We didn't speak until we were both downstairs with a glass of wine each.   I'd been thinking about the fleeting look of pure animal lust on my mother-in-law's face earlier when her daughter opened her legs to remove a stocking; her plump labia strained against the damp gusset of her white cotton knickers. I pondered whether to ask my wife if her mother had ever shown an 'unhealthy' interest in her, but I thought better of it.

The next three months fell into a regular pattern; I was sometimes fettered and often fucked by my mother-in-law; just as often, I pleasured myself with my obedient wife.   Susan visited us twice a week and pleasured herself with me.   At her insistence, we gave her a front door key so that she could come and go as pleased.   Now and then, I would find her sitting, waiting for me to come home from work, expecting me to service her immediately.  

Another time she let herself in when I was in the middle of fucking my wife. She came straight up to our bedroom, pulled the quilt off the bed and threw my wife's dressing gown at her, telling her to get out of bed and go downstairs and wait.   Then she removed the trench coat that she was wearing to reveal nothing more than stockings, suspenders and heels.   My cock had been inside my wife less than thirty seconds earlier; it was still erect and covered with her slick pussy juice; my mother-in-law pushed me onto my back, took me into her mouth and sucked her daughter's sweet, spicy genital secretions from my cock.   Then, as if in a trance, she fucked me in a complete frenzy and came hard before pulling on her coat and vanishing as suddenly as she had arrived.   It left me pondering whether she realised that she'd tasted her daughter's pussy juice; how could she not?

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One warm evening in late September we decided to have what was probably going to be the last barbecue of the summer.   The nights were drawing in; it soon began to get dark. We'd polished off one bottle of wine between us and had started on a second.   My wife was wearing a snug fitting little red miniskirt and a pair of high heels; she'd just put on a fleece over her short, tight jumper to keep warm as the temperature started to fall.

We were feeling uninhibited, the garden was secluded and not overlooked except for our frumpy neighbour, Mary's bedroom window.   I glanced up at the window to make sure the coast was clear and pulled my wife onto my lap.   We kissed fulsomely, as always, my rapidly engorging cock pressed into my wife's hip.   She turned and sat facing me with her legs astride mine, still kissing me; she unbuttoned my shorts and pulled out my erect cock. I squeezed her breasts and kissed her enthusiastically; following my earlier instructions, she wasn't wearing any knickers.

With her miniskirt pulled up to her waist, she opened her legs wider and I filled her pretty pussy with my cock.   She gyrated her hips for several minutes and gradually became more and more aroused, her gasps and groans were becoming louder as she rolled her pelvis back and forth.

Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted Mary's shadowy figure at her bedroom window. It was getting dark but was still light enough to make out the rhythmic movement of her hand inside the waistband of her knickers.   I didn't want to spoil Rachel's orgasm so I said nothing; when she'd finished coming, she knew I hadn't, so she got on her knees between my thighs and sucked me off.

Through half-closed eyes, I watched Mary back away from the window, still with her hand between her legs.   I liked to think that she let herself fall back onto her bed and continued to finger herself to an almighty orgasm.   When, later on in bed, I told my wife what I'd seen, it drove her into a sexual frenzy; she begged me to fuck her hard; I was happy to oblige.