I’ve told you about Marianne [SISLAW#1] and her lazy loutish husband Kurt. Well guess what?, he has finally got caught shoplifting and she has been charged as an accessory. Apparently Kurt goes into the toy department of a store and picks up a large box of something relatively cheap. He then empties the contents and then goes around filling it with small but expensive toys (e.g. electronic computer based toys). He then pays for the large but cheap box, then sells the more expensive contents at car boot sales. Well this time he got caught and since he’s already got a record for shoplifting, it looks like he’s in real trouble and serves him right too. It’s Marianne that I feel sorry for, she will probably get off with a caution, but she’s very upset about what he’s got her into.

To cut a long story short, I had arranged to go over to Marianne’s house to show some support. So there I am sitting in her living room with Kurt brooding in the armchair in the corner as miserable as sin watching some rubbish film on satellite T.V. (with a fraudulent card that costs less than half the price of the real thing!). Marianne was in a sleeveless white top with light grey skin-tight leggings that showed each sensuous curve of her long shapely legs that, like always, drove me to distraction. Suddenly there is a knock at the front door and I watched Marianne get up and go into the hall to answer it (okay - I watched her legs and shapely rear!). With some surprise I heard my mother in-law’s loud booming voice “How are you dear?, Isn’t it awful?, Well never mind I’m here now”. “Blooming ‘eck what’s the fat cow doing here?” Kurt muttered. The voices moved into the kitchen, no doubt for Marianne to pour her heart out and get some sympathy from her mother.

Let me tell you about my mother in-law. Despite being only 5’1” tall her girth is huge. Some of it is to do with big bone structure but most of it is due to being grossly overweight. A thick neck disappearing into large sloping shoulders, a wide back, big backside, a bulbous distended stomach covered for the most part by enormous large wide breasts that hang down low. Her arms were thick as were her short legs. She was much larger when I first met her - so large that she had difficulty fitting into a car seat. On advice from her doctor she lost a lot of weight and slimmed down, relatively speaking of course since she is still pretty big probably twice the size of an average man ignoring her height.

With 55 approaching she seemed to go through a second adolescence. Divorcing her much older husband, she amazed us all by going through a chain of boyfriends, many much younger than herself. What’s wrong with that? you ask. Well she isn’t exactly good looking. She has a large ruddy face with short curly dark brown hair, brown eyes, a large thick nose and a wide mouth. Her cheekbones are prominent but difficult to notice because of the looseness of her skin which hangs in drapes under her chin. Despite this she was never short of male admirers. Then one day last year she decided to move away to Devon on some wild whim to “start afresh” and we hadn’t seen her since - until now.

After about ten minutes Marianne entered the living room, red-faced and a bit tearful as if she had been crying. I felt like cuddling her and telling her that it would all be alright, but that’s not the sort of thing one does when her over possessive husband and mother are in the same room. Paula followed her daughter wearing a brownish green top, a khaki knee-length skirt and black high heeled shoes. Somehow she seemed different than I last saw her, but I couldn’t quite put my finger on it.

“There you are you lazy good for nothing” she yelled stomping across the room to where Kurt sat, her skirt swishing around her massive legs. Kurt was surprised as her thick left arm reached down, grabbed hold of his collar and effortlessly hauled him to his feet in one swift move. Now Kurt is a tall lanky bloke about 6’ tall who does jujitsu and is always boasting about how hard his abs are and can take any punch. Well it didn’t do him any good, my mother in-law’s thick right arm shot forward like a cannonball burying her large fist deep within his gut without any resistance going so deep it must have nearly reached his backbone. “Baarrhgh!” a short explosion of air and Kurt’s torso crumpled around mother in-law’s mighty fist. His legs seemed to turn to jelly beneath him and I’m sure he would have fell if it wasn’t for the grip Paula had on his collar. “How dare you involve my daughter in something illegal” she shouted at Kurt, his mouth moving silently like a goldfish, his face contorted in agony as he tried in vain to breathe.

I was too stunned to do anything but sit there and watch. “Mum!” Marianne cried out in alarm, rushing forward to her mother’s side. Too late, Paula’s large fist hammered hard into Kurt’s face jerking his head backwards in a spray of blood that gushed from his nose and mouth. The force of the blow caused his body to shoot backwards but was pulled back by her other hand on his collar as though he was on a elastic band. “I’ll teach you a lesson you won’t forget in a hurry” Paula shouted as she effortlessly held him upright, his own legs looking like they were not working.

“Mum!” Marianne screamed as her mother wrapped her thick arms around his lower torso pulling him into a crushing embrace. “Arrgggh!” Kurt cried loudly as his chest was forced into her voluminous breasts which moulded themselves around his body, looking almost as if they were devouring him. Although Kurt was taller than her, his feet were barely on the ground as she lifted and pulled him tight against her body. It was then I realised that her stomach no longer protruded as it used to but seemed a lot flatter. Then I noticed her calves, standing with her legs astride, her calves were big solid slabs of rock hard diamond shaped muscle - full and wide tapering down to her ankles. When did she get those?. An aura of total dominance emanated from my mother in-law as she stood legs astride crushing the much taller man against her large chest in her massive arms. I never realised that she was so strong but she was certainly turning me on with this exhibition of raw power.

“Mum please no!” Marianne pleaded, now in tears, tugging uselessly at her mother’s huge arm as it crushed her husband helpless. “Noooo noooo noooo” Kurt moaned, his head thrown back, his bloodied face a mask of pure agony. “Pleeeease” his hands beat uselessly on her broad shoulders and arms. “Jim do something!” Marianne pleaded. “He’s got to learn what happens when he gets my girls into trouble” Paula told Marianne “the same goes for you too Jim”. I shuddered as I imagined myself in those thick arms that were obviously much stronger than I ever suspected. Slowly she increased the pressure of her bear hug, pulling him right against her chest, her large breasts squashed either side of his body giving him none of their cushioning effect. “Noooo no please no” he was begging with tear filled eyes, pleading for mercy in a breathless voice as she crushed the air out of him. “Oh and thought you were a big tough man not a little wimp” she told him “I’ve only just started”.

Uncertain what I could, I stood up and tentatively put a hand on Paula’s large shoulder, surprised at how solid it felt. “I think you’ve done enough. You better put him down” I said nervously. “Don’t interfere Jim or you’ll be next” my mother in-law replied as she crushed Kurt’s body in her arms as though she were squeezing a tube of toothpaste from the middle. “Arghh!” Kurt screamed, tears cascading down his bloodied face as he squirmed in her mighty embrace. I put my hand on Marianne’s shoulder intending to comfort her and she turned into my arms and cried into my shoulder. “I’m the mother in-law from hell, you two” she said “and this just a small sampler of what I can do to you”. I couldn’t believe she could pull him any closer but she did, his chest squashed tight against hers, his legs dangling back not supporting him at all. “If my girls get into any trouble because of either of you” she stared me straight in the eye, was she unhappy that I was holding my sister in-law?, “this will be like a pinprick compared to the pain I will put you through. Understood?” she asked. “Yes yes” Kurt gasped his face turning red as she gave him a jolt more of her power. “Jim?” she asked. “Yes” I said in an awed whisper. For a moment Paula relaxed her grip and Kurt’s face showed relief then suddenly she squeezed, her mighty hug looking more powerful than before. He tried to scream, but nothing came out she must have crushed the last of his air out of his body. Suddenly he went into spasms, his arms and legs jerked violently, his head jerked back and forth with his mouth open in a silent scream. Then he went limp between her huge arms. Finally, my mother in-law dropped him to the floor.

It was only then that I realised that this exhibition of awesome female power had me fully erect and that surely Marianne could feel it. “Don’t waste your tears on scum like that love” Paula replied. “You should train him, show him whose boss” she said. “Will you be okay?” I asked Marianne quietly “I think I’d better get her out of here”. Marianne nodded and we ended our embrace. Paula’s eyes narrowed in suspicion as I said goodbye to her daughter. “Come on, I think we’d better go” I told my mother in-law. “Are you playing around with Marianne?” she asked bluntly as we walked down the path towards the road where we had parked our cars. “No, of course not. I was only trying to comfort her” I told her “Look I’ve got to go into the office first, do you want to come or will you go straight to the house?”. “I’ll come with you. There’s something we need to discuss” she replied.

Driving back to my office in the next town I couldn’t stopping thinking about the sheer power Paula had displayed whilst demolishing Kurt. Recalling the incident had me hard, had she always been this powerful without me knowing?. She never had calves like that before, believe me I would have noticed. I couldn’t wait to get her in my office and ask her. However it wasn’t to be. As I drew into the car park, I noticed a big black Rolls Royce, Sir Humphrey was waiting with John his bodyguard. Damn! I forgot that I had arranged to go over to Bristledown this afternoon to continue my investigations.