Copyright© 1994-2003

"A young woman got married in Chester,
Her mother she kissed and she blessed her.
Says she, 'Your in luck,
He's a stunning good fuck,
For I've had him myself down in Leicester.'"
-author unknown

Paul

"Julia, you okay?" Paul looked around the half open door into the semi-dark room. Inside was the master bedroom, and his mother- in-law.

He opened the door and stepped in, closing it behind him. "Do you need anything?" Again silence. Time quickly allowed him to get used to the shadowy darkness of the large room. Paul saw the inert form laying near the edge of the queen-sized bed. His mother-in-law. Outside the door, he could hear the party, still loud after eight hours, and which promised to continue for several more. It was obvious to the man that his wife's mother was totally inebriated. Drunk! Not the first time, either.

Earlier that evening, she had verbally assaulted everyone at the party, as usual sounding like the high-holy bitch she was. Sometimes she was the perfect mother-in-law, polite, considerate, and other times she was Paul's worst nightmare. Tonight was one of those times. Her husband had stormed out about three hours ago, disgusted and furious at the abuse his own wife was laying upon him. He was her fourth husband - she kept scaring them away. She was indeed the "wicked mother-in-law"!

Paul was too nice for the family he had wed into. Julia, his mother-in-law, was very hard to get along with, so much so that he only saw her about once a year. And even his wife, the daughter, only came over four to five times a year. Perhaps he should be mad at the woman, and he may have been, but by nature he didn't show his feelings.

First he checked to see if she were still breathing. He stood next to her limp form, looking upon her face radiated by the street light coming through the window. He could see her eyes moving behind the lids, and it gave him an eerie feeling, as if she were still awake. Not for the first time did he notice that she was still very attractive. A woman who looked good even at forty-five, the classy dress and high-heel kind of "lady". Yet this time, his view was unhindered by anyone or anything. He studied the shape of her jaw, the curve of her lower lip, her round chin, high cheekbones. Paul's gaze slowly rolled down her body to the pronouncement of her breasts, the tiny swell of her stomach, wide hips, and shapely thighs. Julia was dressed to kill, trying to impress her guests. If not for her mouth she would perhaps be the perfect hostess.

Kicking himself out of his trance he swung around to collect a blanket from the closet. He opened it and held it in two hands to drape it over the bottom of the bed. Paul slowly pulled it up her still body. Only when it was just about at her shoulders did he pause.

Julia's tongue had slid out of her mouth and moistened her full lips. That little motion caused her son-in-law to stare again at her beauty. He let the blanket go, effectively covering her to her chin. Then he sat down next to her hip. Once at his wedding, Julia was drunk and had grabbed a piece of his buttock while dancing, telling him that if her daughter didn't know how to "fuck" then she would show him how it was done. It was a very embarrassing moment - several people saw, and even a few heard her. Another time, while dating his future wife, his mother-in- law had kissed him goodbye when no-one else had been in the room. Her pointed tongue had driven into his mouth, while her crotch was grinding against his, producing an embarrassing effect. Again she had been drinking. Those moments and others went through his head as he sat there and looked upon her silent beauty.

Slowly and very cautiously he placed his hand upon her face. It cupped one side, his thumb against her pouting lips, index finger on her closed eye.

Julia didn't move.

Paul again breathed. He had held his breath, nervous at what he was doing. What was he doing? Even he didn't know.

The thumb moved over her red lips, moving them slightly, feeling the moistness that they hid. His other hand came up and whipped her long hair from her forehead and eyes, letting the light show all her pretty features. The thumb worked itself just between her lips to her very white teeth. His free hand rubbed the other side of her face down to her neck, feeling the strong smooth skin and the heartbeat just next to the wind pipe.

He marvelled at her comatose state, thankful that she would never know he was doing this. Paul bent forward and placed his lips against the older woman's. His tongue slid past her lips and his thumb to slide against hers. He could taste the stale alcohol and cigarettes, ignoring them. He finally recognized the primal urge to dominate this woman, to fuck her mercilessly. It was a foreign emotion to the usually docile man.

Paul sat up and took his hands from her, looking down at her beauty, knowing that he wanted to control this woman, to show her who was the "man". He ripped the blanket down from her neck to about her waist, again exposing her. Both his hands dropped to the raised mounds of her covered breasts. They were not large boobs, nor were they overly small, but he considered them just right. None too gently he moulded them, feeling the texture and elasticity of the fleshy globes. The young man again took his hands from her flesh, but grasped the edges of her expensive blouse and ripped it from her chest. Buttons flew, the fabric tore, but her bra-covered breasts were revealed. Yet that wasn't enough for Paul. He quickly and expertly manoeuvred her arms from the sleeves before throwing the now-useless fabric to the corner floor. The bra was next - it was a strapless type, which he viciously pulled down to completely expose her full round breasts and nipples. The bra was soon thrown with the discarded blouse upon the floor.

The nipples were an inch wide, a dark brown colour, and soft. Paul pinched one between thumb and forefinger. Roughly he twisted them, watching her face for a reaction, wanting her to feel the pain of his attack. It was obvious she didn't feel anything, so he grasped the other in a similar grip. He turned them back and forth like knobs on a radio. Yet she didn't even groan out with pain. The only respite the man had was her eyes moved more rapidly behind her closed lids - that, and both nipples hardened beneath his rough touch.

This form of domination soon lost its flavour and he replaced one hand with his lips, sucking the hard poking nipple with his mouth, the tongue flicking the summit back and forth. He could taste the salt of her skin, the old perfume, and even the smoke from the party.

Paul wanted more, wanted her to suffer for the humiliation that she had caused him. He ripped the blanket from the lower half of her body. He turned her on her side to undo the buttons of her skirt. It was a loose expensive fabric, tough and resilient, and quickly frustrated the young man. Turning her on her stomach he pulled the skirt down her long legs. Now the only thing his mother-in-law wore were her panties. Plain cotton white panties. Paul loved them, the way they hugged her bottom, how it highlighted her hips, showed the crack of her bottom.

He hated her. Paul realized his own wife, Julia's daughter, was not this pretty. Sure she was younger, but the mother was better put together. Maybe he should have taken the slut up on one of her offers, instead of sitting here fondling her comatose naked body. With a growl of disgust at himself he pulled her panties down past her hips before placing them in his sports jacket pocket. Those he would save for later.

Smartly his hand smacked her bottom, enjoying the delightful wiggle that he produced, and also the rapid reddening of her skin, that was bright enough to even see in the dim light. Roughly he rolled her onto he back. A large thatch of sexual down covered her crotch. He sighed uncontrollably as his hand ran through the thick hairs. Already her heavy sex smell drifted up to his nostrils.

That was the moment that he wanted more than just to humiliate her. Paul wanted to fuck her. To him that would more than prove to himself he was a "man". He spread her legs far apart before kneeling down between them to place his face very close to her crotch.