Chapter 2: Honour thy Mother in-law

With embarrassment, shame and damp pants, I sat in silence unable to think of anything to say as I navigate the car around the roundabouts and interconnects to escape Central MK. Finally I mumble an apology for my actions. “Think nothing of it dear” Paula chirruped “It’s only natural to be attracted to your mother in-law” Only because her huge breasts are more prominent now she has lost weight and has a massively powerful muscular body that makes me lose all self-control whenever she flexes it, I thought but kept it to myself. “Men are much more attracted to me now that I’ve lost a bit of weight”. Ever since you decided to wear tight tops with plunging necklines.

I became distracted as Paula stretched out her short meaty shapely calves to rub some tension out. “Eyes on the road” she admonished before I got too engrossed in the way they wobbled under her hand. “Jim, there is something I’ve been meaning to tell you” she began in a serious tone “You remember I work as a night security guard at a former military base?” [JIMP#22]. I remembered. She proceeded to tell me how a U.S. Black ops team got onto the base, now a scrap metal yard. Scared for her life she accidentally discovered a hidden research facility. I didn’t ask what happened to the commandos as I knew that she could take care of herself so assumed that they came off worse.

Sounding uneasy, she told me her suspicion of illegal genetic research. When she mentioned cabinets full of notes marked property of Project Gabriel, I perked up. I had come across the name several times before and the U.S. Military also pressed me on the subject [JIMP#56]. “No doubt now in the safe keeping of The Sisterhood “ I muttered. She didn’t answer but went on to describe how whole walls were covered with genealogical charts stretching thousands of years with links to a much shorter list of extraordinarily long-lived women. A chill went down my back as I thought of the ancient female race known as The Supervisors. “It’s them isn’t it?” she asked seeing my expression. “Impossible. According to legend they were created without the ability to have children” I replied. “According to the charts, one did” “The Angel of our conception gave us false hope” I remembered the ancient one’s words [JIMP#62]. Paula’s face went ashen then hissed “Jim! her link went right to your name” She paused then said the name that nearly made me swerve off the road “Angel”.

Paula asked me to pull into a small wooded picnic area off the old Bedford road. I thought that she needed to recompose herself after her revelations I know that I did. I had put off investigating Project Gabriel for so long I wondered whether the Paris investigation [PANTYHOSE #1] had been a ruse to distract me. Removing her jacket and leaving it in the car, Paula got out and walked around to the front looking at the woods. Although her family knew that she was in The Salvation Army, only my Sister in-law, who was also a member, and myself knew that she was part of the secretive Militant Wing. Possibly only I knew that she was also a member of the near-mythical Sisterhood of Anahita who controlled the affairs of men across the globe on behalf of the aforementioned Supervisors.

I got out and joined her. There were no other cars around or signs of other people. “There’s a secluded glade over there by those trees where we won’t be seen by passers-by” she said. “Won’t be seen for what?” I asked with concern. “It’s admirable to be faithful to my daughter, but how often do you get it? Not very often I imagine” she stated bluntly. I noticed that her big nipples were fully erect and began to panic. “Eh, we really should be getting back” “I’ve seen how you keep looking at my tits. I know you want to plunge your cock in there” she said with a knowing smile. Automatically my eyes followed hers as she glanced at the long deep cleavage between her wide plummeting breasts then wished I hadn’t. Jeez they were enormous and began a stiffening in my groin. “When I was punishing that thief you couldn’t get enough of my muscles. You was kissing me passionately, wanting me, wanting to get deep inside me and give me a ruddy good seeing to” “I er...” This wasn’t a conversation that most men wanted to have with their mother in-law. She stepped close to run her finger over my chest. “When I hit that most muscular you came with such vigour I knew I wanted you to do that inside me” “Y ... you’re my mother in-law” I protested as she backed me against the bonnet. “Better me than a stranger” Her face moved close “I have needs” she lowered her voice to a sensual tone “I have very big tits and very large needs to match. You are going to fulfil them in that glade this instant”

Her large face glared, daring me to disagree, her huge wide busty shelf pressing against my chest. “Kiss me! Kiss your mother in-law” she demanded. Paula is not pretty or an attractive woman. I just couldn’t bring myself to kiss that large blockish face. I saw the anger flash in her eyes at my hesitation. “P ... Paula I’m flattered but ... Warghh!” I yelped as her big rippling muscular arms seized my right arm in a grip of steel and twisted it right up behind my back in an excruciating hammerlock and slammed my chest upon the bonnet. “I don’t give a feck what you think sissy-boy” She growled forcing my hand right up between the shoulder blades so hard that I thought she was going to bust my arm. “I’m horny as hell after teaching that yob a lesson. I want a blooming big orgasm and you are going to give it to me like a good son in-law or I will take it by force”. I was shocked by her aggression and forthright dominance which was frankly more than a little scary and, I hate to admit it, turned me on.

“Arghh!” I cried fearing my arm was going to be torn from its socket as Paula twisted my arm towards the side of the car controlling my body as I slid off and went down onto my knees at her feet. “I am your mother in-law, Jim” she said sternly standing over me with legs astride. “And you will do as I command” unbuckling her skirt she let it slide to the ground. Her awesome quads were barely an inch from my face and looked frighteningly massive. Before I could respond Paula pushed my head between her huge thighs which immediately clamped around my neck. On my hands and knees stuck between thighs much larger than my head I was looking right down the back of her short chunky legs to her big flaring hard chiselled slabs of calves just below my nose. Of course I just had to feel them, marvelling at their humongous size and rocky hardness. They had been huge and strong to begin with, developed through many years of carrying her enormous obese weight around upon her short legs. Very large, short and shapely. Now through her regime to lose weight and firm up that strength was visible as large dense highly developed double-arrow headed muscle. The sensual sheen of sheer nylon emphasised the deep cleft between the calve heads and their amazing definition. Up so close, they were really turning me on.

“Oh Paula” I groaned “Your calves are the best”. When Paula gets grumpy she becomes a right bitch. “I suppose you want to kiss them, stick your dick between them and let me give you a calve-job? “Oh yes please” I moaned. “Well tough!” she snapped. “This is all you are getting” Suddenly her calves swelled under my hands getting wider, deeper and harder pushing my fingers out to accommodate their phenomenal expansion. “Please Paula, Arghhh!” I cried out clenching my eyes as her legs thickened around me turning iron-hard like a car crush. Caught in a reverse standing head-scissors between my mother in-law’s massive muscled thighs I knew instantly that I was in trouble with a capital T.

“Mistress to you or Mistress mother in-law, yes that sounds right” her voice was steely hard. Her hamstrings swelled up upon either side crushing their way over my ears flattening them painfully to the sides of my head. As they expanded to terrifying solidity they also compressed my cheeks. “Orrggh!” I groaned. Too much, her legs were much too much. “Ohhhh!” Hell! She was much too much woman. “I could knock you out in seconds if I wanted and you know it” I heard her over the big walls of hamstrings slamming against the sides of my head like ocean tankers crashing in on a rough sea. “Ohhhh!” I groaned loudly, my mouth barely able to move because of the ferocious pressure being exerted on either side of my jaw. My hands tugged desperately at the back of her knees to stop the terrible pain but her legs were as solid as granite pillars carved with shapely elegant curves and sheathed in sheer black nylon. Below my eyes, her wide spade-blade like calves bulged like rocky cliff edge cut in ebony.