Mother in Law Sweet

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Caution: This Erotic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, NonConsensual, Reluctant, Coercion, Heterosexual, Fiction, Cheating, InLaws, FemaleDom, Oral Sex, Masturbation, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, .

Desc: Erotic Sex Story: When Mike's mother in law visits for the first time, he discovers why she has a...difficult relationship with her daughter.

DISCLAIMER: The following work is another homage (see: Executive Ass.'t) to the writing of Literotica's TheTalkMan, an author whose writing I thoroughly enjoy and encourage you to check out. As such, this story includes such themes as, cheating, betrayal, cuckqueaning, some light femdom, reluctant sex, sex with an in-law, and evil. Evil evil, E-VIL. IF THESE THEMES ARE NOT TO YOUR LIKING, do not continue to read, or, if you do, don't complain that the story wasn't written to your liking. You have been forewarned.

"I can't believe we're finally landowners!" Michael Woods stood on the front lawn, looking up at the house, the vinyl siding gleaming white in the sun. A mature oak shaded the big bay window of the living room, but none of the four bedrooms. He immediately began manhandling the realtor's sign out of the turf.

"I can't believe you talked me into that," Kendra motioned at the French window over the garage adjoining the house.

"What?" He said in disbelief. "Are you joking? It's a perfect little guest room with its own bath and everything. Yeah, it shares a wall with the Master, but Nance said it's totally soundproofed, so privacy's not an issue." Mike waggled his eyebrows meaningfully at his young wife.

"I really wish you wouldn't call her that," she clucked her tongue.

"She asked me to," he said. "She's your family friend, anyway. She even gave us a break on the fees."

"It's just ... familiar," Kendra huffed, agitated now. "Besides, she's not a family friend, she used to be a friend of my mother's, and the less said about her the better."

"Anyway, what's the problem with the room?"

"I dunno," her brow furrowed. "The name, I guess. How can it be a Mother-in-law suite? My mother in law passed away when you were five, and I haven't seen your mother-in-law since before we met. It's weird. Just thinking about it give me the heebiejeebies."

Mike tossed the sign aside, and walked over to hug his wife. "Ken, it's just a name. It doesn't mean anything. It's not going to summon your mother -- though I would like to meet her one day -- and we can call it the guest suite or the hobby room or the Velvet Lounge, if you like. Cheer up!" He motioned expansively. "All this is ours! All this space, all this green, all these rooms we can fill up with babies or puppies or balloons or any damn thing we please. No more walkups, no more street noise, no more-"

" ... creepy landlords," Kendra supplied.

"No more creepy landlords, or throwing rent money into a shitty two-bedroom apartment we'd never own." He held her face in his hands. "We're finally starting our grownup life."

Kendra's arms slid around him. "I guess things are looking up, after all." She smiled, and pulled him closer. "Well, one thing is definitely up, anyway."

He grinned. "Wanna see how many rooms we can 'christen' today?"

They ran into the house hand-in-hand, giddy and elated.


Nancy Perillo had, in fact, known Kendra Woods (nee Valentine) her entire life, watching her blossom from a mousy, nervous little girl into a mousy, nervous, unremarkable young woman. She had also, as Mike said, waived a portion of her commission for the purchase of their home; she hadn't told them that she'd also been representing the seller of the house, and took home a hefty commission from the sale of it as well.

She'd even told Mike to call her 'Nance, ' a courtesy she'd never extended to Kendra, or ever would. But then, he was a strapping man half her age and much better looking than his shrinking violet of a wife. For Nancy, the attraction had been immediate from the moment the young couple had walked into her office, all wide-eyed and naive. She had given Mike's lean, muscular frame more than a casual glance, taking in his vigor and assessing what he'd be like in bed. Excellent, was the first impression; and he wouldn't have been the first young husband to fall victim to the realtor's well-aged charms. In fact, it usually wasn't long after their first meeting that husbands were making excuses to view properties alone with 'Nance, ' particularly after they took a measure of the length of her legs, the brevity of her skirts, and the ample assets hidden underneath her smartly-tailored blazer. Mike, to his credit, didn't even seem to notice her silky blond tresses (shot through with an artful streak of gray), or the glossy plumpness of her mouth. He had eyes only for his wife.

It had taken her almost a minute to notice Kendra was even there, and another minute to realize she was Vivien's daughter.

That had, for once, taken Nancy aback. It was one thing to fuck strapping young men while their wives were picking out window treatments. It was another thing entirely to do it to her best friend's daughter. Not that she ever stopped thinking about it, of course, but even Nancy had her limits. The fact that Vivien was a cutthroat, predatory bitch was probably also a determining factor. A very rich, cutthroat, predatory bitch who happened to to be buying up property on the East Side...

Nancy hit the intercom on her desk.

"Tom-mmmmmy," she cooed. "Can you step in here a minute, please?"

The real estate firm's handsome young intern came galloping in through her door. All his forward momentum came to a halt as he caught sight of Nancy's hand, gently fingering her blouse, unbuttoned far enough to expose a generous helping of well-aged, mature cleavage.

"Yes Mrs. Pirello?" He asked after a long second.

"Can you be a dear and get Vivien Valentine from Valentine Holdings on the phone for me?"

"Um..." he said, watching her fingers slide along the silk. Every now and again he'd catch a glimpse of the lacy pink bra underneath. "Yes?"

"Good!" Nancy leaned back, and kicked her feet up on the desk, revealing miles of leg. She dangled one tall, tan pump from her foot. He stared for a moment, then blinked and reluctantly turned to go.

"Oh, Tommy?" She called, reeling him back. "Are you still seeing that little girl down in accounting?"

"Um," he watched her shoe twitch back and forth. "Janey, yeah. We've been steady for a while now."

"Riiight," Nancy said. "Plain Jane. You know, I don't think she's right for you."

"What?" He said, suddenly snapped out of his trance.

"No, honey. A boy like you needs someone who can take him in hand," Nancy sat up, and leaned over. The yawning cavern of her cleavage drew his eyes like a magnet. "Someone with a little experience in life, someone who knows what a boy needs, someone who can lead and mold him." She let the unspoken conclusion hang in the air. All Tom could do was stare at her enormous, mature chest.

"Anyway," she sat back. "Why don't you go and run my little errand, and think about it?"

"Um, sure. I mean, yes Mrs. Pirello." He took a last longing glance, and left, closing the door behind him. Nancy watched him go, and felt a delicious warmth growing between her thighs.


"Hey," Mike nudged Kendra as they lounged in the bed, admiring the crown moldings. "Wanna go again?"

"Jeez." She whapped him with a pillow. "Again?"

"Yeah, I figure we haven't properly christened these new sheets yet til we've fuc-"

"Mike," she cut him short. "You know I don't like that word."

He laughed. "Okay, fine. Until we've made love in them a few more..."

"Honey, I'm tired and I'm kind of sore after that last time." She sighed and rolled into him. "We've done 'it' almost every day this week. Maybe we can give it a rest for a few days?"

"Oh yeah? Well, how about I-"

DINGDONGADINGDONG

"Is that really what the doorbell sounds like?" Kendra asked. Mike laughed.

"We'll have to change that, I guess. Shall I go or do you wanna?" He gestured towards the door.

DINGDONGADINGDONG

"I would, but my robe is over there." She looked at him and pouted. "Pleeeeeease?"

"Alright, alright," he said, whapping her lightly with a pillow.

DINGDONGADINGDONG

"Jesus, those Girl Scouts are impatient," Mike said. He swung himself out of the bed and jumped into a pair of pajama pants. "I'm coming! I'm coming!" he shouted, galloping down the stairs as the doorbell went off again.

"Hold your goddamn horses, I'm cum-" he opened the door, and the rest of the words fell out of his brain.

The woman standing on the doorstep snapped her compact shut, and slid it into the pink clutch dangling from an elbow. For the first time, Mike found himself looking up into a woman's eyes, as she towered a couple of inches above his own height. They were green, under a sweep of deep auburn hair that coiled and looped and tumbled lazily down her shoulders. A brief leather jacket was hung around her shoulders, underneath which she wore a simple black t-shirt; the Ray-Bans dangling from the v-neck naturally drew Mike's eye downwards, but that was gilding the lily. The clingy jersey was stretched taut by her sizable chest, and he could just make out the scalloped lace of the bra she wore underneath through the fabric. A smile played at the corner of her plush mouth, painted a shimmering pink.

"Um-" said Mike.

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