Fueled By Hatred

The story begins with what I imagine comes with a large agreement: "I hate my mother-in-law." I didn't go in feeling such, but she sure made it easy. First, she said I was too old for her daughter; the fact is, my wife was older than I.

Next was how her other sons-in-law were somehow better, even though I was the only one not addicted to drugs or booze. And I was the only one with a good job and had already bought my first house, a nicer one than she and her latest husband lived in.

My new wife knew and saw this, but just chalked it up to her mom's evil ways. But even she found her limits, which made the whole thing possible. Her latest husband wanted to be her latest ex-husband, which was a smart move. But the house was his, and she couldn't get into an apartment until the first of the month. That left two weeks to fill, and my bad luck when she asked my wife if she could stay with us, or my wife's inability to say no.

My wife knew I wouldn't like it, but she also knew I wouldn't override her decision if she had already agreed. I drew the line, saying okay, but I would have no part in moving her when her stay was over.

As I should have predicted, she came barging in at dinnertime, and of course, she had nothing good to say about it. Usually, I cook, but not that night. And yes, my wife was still learning. But the only thing she got from her mom in that area was how to go out or order in.

Things only got worse later that night, when she pounded on the wall as my wife and I were having sex. "Trying to sleep here, enough already." Enough indeed, and still thirteen more days to go. Luckily for me my wife woke early and gave me a nice blowjob before leaving for work.

That had to be the highlight of the day, As just before lunch it started to rain hard and seeing I was in construction I left at home with (The Bitch) for the remainder of day. I tried to keep away from her, finding little things to do. But it was as if, on purpose, she found a way to haunt me, and of course, nothing good to say. The only improvement was less bitching during dinner, but I cooked, and she had a full plate of seconds.

Later, when we were in bed, that same pounding on the wall was trying to get us to stop. Only this time my wife told me to keep going, "fuck her." were her exact words. And fuck we did for the next two hours straight. That was due to my wife finding her newly very verble and how it was a big turn-on for both of us.

It was better her than me the next morning when my wife walked in on her mom masturbating on the bed; those sheets will need to be burned. My wife did some growing up that night and was better for it. When her Mom came down to join us, "Sorry if we kept you up last night, but he was fucking me so good." Then with that, she left for work, but not before giving me a big kiss and saying that I was in trouble tonight. We all knew what that meant, including her Mom.

As if she could read my mind, my mother-in-law said she was going shopping. But then a remarkable thing happened when she asked me to take her, claiming she was too afraid to drive in the snow. I told her I was leaving in thirty minutes and only going out once, hoping it might change her mind. But it didn't, and away we went, me asking her, "Where do you need to go?"

"Oh, just around the corner. There, there it is."

I was speechless as I pulled into the adult video and toy store. "Are you coming in?" she asked.

"No, I'm good." And then, to my surprise, she came out grasping a plastic bag, which left little doubt about what was in it. Or maybe they sell cucumbers there? Then, while I was shopping for dinner, I had to laugh when I passed up the cucumbers.

I had dinner all but ready by the time my wife came home, already looking forward to a most promising night. Afterward, we caught he news and then excused ourselves for a shower and play. My wife was a woman of her word, starting with what I wouldn't say never but not often when she went straight for my cock. Sex Normally came after some kissing then I eat her pussy and ass to a good few orgasms, before me being rewarded in such a way.

She asked me to cum in her mouth but I wanted so much more, maybe later I thought. So I pulled away, kissing my way down her body. I could taste how blowing me already made her come, which delighted me, and I am happy to perform clean-up duties. Hungry for more, I lifted her slightly, accessing her tight hole. I was the first person to eat her ass and she loves it, a fair warning of "I'm going to come." and down came another load of her come landing on my tongue.

All cleaned up and throbbing I needed to feel the warmth of her pussy, I found it very wet and willing. Like before, she began being very vocal again. "Fuck me, yes just like that." Faster and faster I fucked her, coming close to my nut. "Wait, don't come yet. I need you in my ass." she proclaimed.

To my delight, and who am I to rob her of it, I crawled up higher and took careful and slow aim. Her ass was sticky with her cum and my pre-cum, those and her willing ass made my entry effortless. Yet I still took things slow, waiting for her to ask me. "Yes, now! Faster Baby, fuck me faster."

My cock deep in her ass and my balls slapping against her was just too much, one last deep plunge and then planting my seed deep inside of her. I rolled off my wife, both of us still breathing heavily. Then we paused, "What's that?" I asked. (noise vibrating through the walls)

"I think it is my Mom masturbating," she confessed. That was when I told her about the shopping trip we took earlier. Elaborating more, my wife said. "She didn't have it a minute ago." Seeing the confused look on my face. "My Mom, my Mom was watching us." I made her repeat it, thinking I had heard her wrong. She repeated how her Mom just watched us fucking, and left after I came inside of her.

I wasn't sure what to think, but if my wife wasn't worried, I surely wasn't. I woke the following morning to my wife sucking my cock, I glanced over to make sure we were alone. I would of liked to fuck her but she claimed to be a bit sore from the night before, and who am I to complain. Afterwards, she headed for a shower, and I went downstairs to make her a well-deserved breakfast.

Her Mom didn't come down until after my wife left, but when she did, she had little on--a semi-see-through nightie that left little to the imagination. As much as I disliked her, she had a nice body. But because of my hatred, my Peter Meter was at zero, as was my interest.

Maybe she came down for a cup of coffee and would return upstairs. But she didn't, and it was near noon now, and she still hadn't gotten dressed. Knowing my wife would be on lunch, I moved to the den and called her, letting her know what was going on. "Oh, she most likely wants you to fuck her," she replied.

I didn't know what my wife might say, but it surely would not have been that. "You know I would never, right?"

"Yeah, I figured that, but so you know, it is not a problem." I could hear a horn in the background. "Sorry, Honey, I have to go back to work." With that, she hung up, leaving me more confused than ever. Just then, my mother-in-law joined me, sitting directly across. Her parted legs made her full-bush pussy stand out from the flimie material covering it. Not my taste, but she is from an older generation.

"A chip of the old block, wouldn't you say?" she purred.

"Excuse me, what?"

"My daughter, don't you see the similarities in us?"

"And no, not really." (holding back what I wanted to say)

To that, she stood up and removed what little she had on. "At least you have to give me, our bodies are the same." (fuck, she was right) "I'm thinking about shaving my pussy too." (running her hand over her nest) "What do you think?"

"Yeah, whatever," I said. Trying not to get turned on but losing that battle.

That was when I was saved, or at least I thought so. (She leaves the room.) I figured she went to masturbate, and honestly, it wasn't a bad idea. Nonetheless, about ten minutes later, she returned, minus the bird's nest between her legs. All left was a small triangle of trimmed hair over her pearl. Now it was clear where mother and daughter parted ways, her pussy looked like a war zone which in all honesty turned me on. Big fat inner lips like curtains hanging well past the outter one, just how many cocks have had their way with her?

I didn't help when she took her old spot and began masturbating in front of me. (Oh yes, this feels great!" she commited, "And the taste isn't wasted on all that hair." (taking her wet fingers to her mouth."

I wasn't sure exactly when, but there I was masturbating with the woman I hated. Worse, I wanted to fuck her badly. If it wasn't for those last words my wife left me with, I think I could have held back, but because of them, I felt they gave me cover, if not outright approval.

I pushed away the coffee table between us, then grasping her under the knees l lifted her lining my cock up with her wet pussy. I laid into her hard to the pleasure of both of us. She wrapped her legs around me, telling me to take her to bed. I climbed the stairs without ever leaving her dripping hole, and laid her on the guest bed where she had been sleeping.

She took my ass cheeks in her hands, squeezing them and begging me to fuck her faster. I couldnt help but moan when she began fingering my butt hole, as if she knew how much i liked it. A heavenly mix of me fucking her as she finger fucked me, then if only because the thought crossed my mind for different reasons I pulled out and came on her face. But unlike such thoughts, she loved it, scowling at her face for any remaining droplets.

Then, and what I have to give her credit for, or say being mature, "Now it's your turn," she said. With that she turned me over and began licking my ass, returning her finger then fingers. Lost in the moment l was more fucking her hand than her hand fucking me. "I think you're ready." With that, she pushed her new toy inside me. "Fuck it, fuck me," she commanded, mirroring my wife's words of the night before. Fucking my ass and tugging at my balls brought me a second go, left there on the sheets before falling exhausted upon it.

She, too, as we both woke to my wife's voice, "What have you two been up to?" Her crooked smile told me this wasn't the end; it was just the beginning.