*Editing magic performed by KJ24 and Shyqash, plus contributions by the regular gang of brigands and neer-do-wells*

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So how did I get here: I'm Waylon Fielding. I'm married to Celine, the younger daughter of the wealthy and widowed Ms. Melissa Harmon. Rounding out the family tableau of in-Laws are Melisa's elder daughter, Kerry Tatum, and Sonny, Kerry's less than enthusiastic husband.

"I hate you," she spat. My laughter was ringing in the halls as I left.

(CELINE)

"Well...how did it go?" Celine asked as she pulled her keys from the front door to our cozy little condo. I had been thinking over the answer to that on the way home.

"She invited you to go to church with her on Sunday," I informed my wife. That brought her up short. I walked over to Celine, handing her the glass of wine I had prepared.

I was still on my first beer. I would have been on my tenth had I thought getting drunk would help. Celine knew the game plan. I wasn't regretting the sex I had with Melissa, yet I was heartsick worrying Celine wouldn't be able to wrap her mind around me being in a sexual relationship with another woman - especially her mother - now that it had actually happened.

Celine took the wine and gulped most of it down. She walked passed me, grabbed my hand as a show of moral support, then led me to the sofa. Her praised hand forestalled any further words on my part as she refilled her glass.

"Did you really have sex with her?" Celine looked at me. I nodded.

"Was she - God, I can't believe I'm asking this - any good?" she stammered. "It wasn't a horrible experience for you, was it?"

"Honestly Honey, it may have been the second best sex I've ever had," I confessed. Celine blinked in surprise. "You come by your fantastic sexual prowess genetically it seems."

"Wow," Celine took another sip, "I was hoping you would tell me it was awful and you'd never go back."

"Honey, I'm sorry. I won't go back," I promised.

"Wait," she stroked my cheek. "Don't you dare feel bad about this, Love."

"I was so desperate to regain my Mother's approval that I sacrificed you to her," Celine explained. "I don't doubt for a second you would have remained faithful if I hadn't dragged you back to my hometown and let that woman wreck our lives. I can't be sure if I am more disappointed with what I did to you, or that my Mom would cheat on me with you."

Man, I felt like I was getting off easy. I hugged my wife and kissed her on the ear.

"I love you, Celine. That's all that matters to me," I pledged. The wife took another sip of wine.

"Did - did she - did you give her an orgasm?" Celine was terribly embarrassed by her curiosity. I took pride in my sexual abilities, so I came back with a rather dubious look on my face. "More than one?" Celine pried.

I nodded. "How many more?" she whispered with a real hunger to know now.

"I lost count," I was unable to meet my wife's eyes.

"Holy Crap!" Celine gasped. "You really gave it your all," she giggled. "Tell me everything."

I started with my sabotage of Sonny, elaborated her Mother's apparel when she met me at the door and got as far as the spanking session before Celine stopped me.

"Hold on," she demanded, going so far as to put her right ring-finger to my lips. "Let me get into something 'more comfortable'."

She couldn't afford an extensive collection of lingerie, so we savored every outfit she had. Celine raced to the bedroom. Since I wanted to be surprised, I stayed in the den. I did strip off all my clothes then put my jeans back on in an attempt to look casual - not too downright horn-doggish.

A few minutes later she came out in her white bustier/corset with the white panties, garter and hose combination. It was her bridal gift to me - aaahhh ... great memories.

"Okay," she grinned lusciously as she plopped down on the sofa next to me. Her hefty boobs nearly bounced out of the bra cups as she did so. "Where were we?"

I picked up with me placing Melissa half on floor.

"Wait," Celine interrupted. She slid off the sofa and assumed the described position, her legs spread and her butt pushed up. I was afraid I'd shoot off in my pants right then and there.

"Yeah, like that," I salivated.

The rest of the narration of my erotic Mother-in-Law tale went on like this. I'd go into vivid detail over what Melissa looked, smelled, tasted, felt and sounded like to the best of my ability while Celine reenacted the scene for me with the exception of me getting to touch her. Celine did all the touching for me.

When I regaled about that first blowjob, she began dipping three fingers inside her panties to her pussy, pulling the juice-covered appendages out and then did an admirable job of mimicking the mouth and tongue work her mother had administered on me. Shit, she looked so damn hot.

"Too big?" Celine purred. "You'll have to teach her to do better than that next time."

"You are okay with me doing her again?" I groaned.

"Yes, if you want to and you make her happy," she moaned back, "but you have to promise to tell me all about it."

"If you insist," I hurriedly agreed.

When I got to the part of our exchange of mental barbs as I was about to ejaculate into her that first time, Celine went crazy, pumping her cunt like mad as she drove herself into a uniquely sexually charged frenzy. She tore into the cushion on the back of the sofa with her teeth yet failed to stifle her squeal of pleasure.

I stared at her intently until her spasm subsided and she looked my way. She had the most salacious countenance as she met my gaze.

"Tell me more," she panted. Seeing my desperate desire she added, "I promise we can make love when you finish, Dear. I guarantee you I won't be worn out."

My wife is a woman of her Word. I wasn't so horny that I would cheat her out on any part of the story. If anything, I embellished some details. Celine had two more orgasms and thrice as many close calls before I finished. She even liked the fact that I cleaned up her Mom's house before departing almost as much as she was horrified/enticed by the idea of leaving Melissa bound on the floor for the staff to find.

Celine didn't want to embarrass her Mom; she wanted to be in a similar situation where the real fear of exposure hung over her own sexual encounter. She was half way to her next orgasm when the tale concluded.

"Husband," Celine gulped, "I NEED you - right now!" She rolled her panties down, flung the soaked article of clothing aside then turned away from me on all fours.

"Next time we do it on the bed," I insisted as I guided my dick into her pussy; wet, fiery-warm, excitingly familiar and the destination I thought of as the rightful place for my love-making. I hadn't been lying to Melissa about the depth and fervor of our sexual congress. Celine liked it rough & vibrant and that was what I delivered.

I doubted we conceived a child that night. My testicles were pretty drained, yet my penis had recovered from the afternoon's activities, so I could keep her sexually engaged for some time - 1 a.m. this time around. We ended up in bed, the sheets all twisted around, sexually wasted, yet happily sated.

"Babe, I have to admit this is a side of you I never expected," I wondered as I rolled over onto my side, my eyes conveying my curiosity. "You are a voyeur. Is it because this is your Mother, or do you seriously want to take this further?"

"Uh-ah," Celine shook her head. "Sharing with Mom's okay, but we are going to be the only women in your life - period - end of statement."

"Way... when Father started dying, Mom became so bitter. Kerry was of no help. I just wanted to do something to make her happy once more. Now, through you, I'm finally doing just that. Sure, I wish she appreciated your many fine qualities as I do, yet I believe she will come around," Celine explained.

"I'm not holding my breath for that," I joked. "Your 'appreciation' is all I require."

"Are we going to get any sleep tonight?" Celine giggled.

"Jesus - you Harmon women are going to be the death of me," I faux-groaned.

"Me thinks you doth protest too much," she smiled down on me as she positioned herself on all fours above me. If I had go, this was definitely the way I would have chosen.

(THAT FIRST FRIDAY)

Edna, the chief housekeeper, brought me to Melissa's Study.

"Mr. Fielding is here to see you Ma'am," she introduced me. Melissa's head snapped up.

"What are you doing here?" she spouted angrily.

"I never finished getting all the new sensors installed," I hefted up the satchel with the devices.

"I have a few hours off, so I figured I would come here and take care of business," I added with a rapacious leer. I wanted her to know exactly what kind of business I wanted to take care of.

"That will be all, Edna," Melissa dismissed her servant. "I'll deal with my shiftless Son-in-Law."

Melissa rose up, walked around her massive desk and stormed up to the door that Edna had failed to shut. She shut the door then locked it before putting her back to it and confronting me.

"What the hell are you doing in MY house?" she demanded haughtily.

"I've developed this insatiable hunger for a conniving, condescending, High-Class Bitch," I growled.

"In case you are confused, that would be you," I put the bag down and stepped toward her.

"I didn't invite you over, I don't want you here and the servants are about today anyway," Melissa glared.

"I don't care what you want, Melissa," I licked my lips. "I've had a taste and I want more."

I walked up to her, pressed her shoulders against the door and dove my lips down on her neck.

"Stop this," she hissed. She pressed her hands against my chest; it was enough to make have to lean in, while not being strong enough to move me away. Melissa let me tease, tickle and lick all over her earlobe to the base of her neck before she spoke up again. "You are nothing, but a dirty, pathetic cur," she panted. "How could you do this to Celine?"

I reached down, grabbed and squeezed her scrumptious ass cheeks and lifted her up until her chest was in my face and her calves were rubbing against my upper thighs. I walked us back to her desk, plopped her down so that her ass was barely on the edge and hiked her knee-length skirt up to her hips.

"What is this?" I inquired with irritation. I was referring to her undergarments.

"What I normally wear, you retarded reprobate," she looked away, somewhat embarrassed.

"Pantyhose and plain white panties? Oh hell no," I growled while keeping my voice down. "I hate pantyhose and these undies do nothing but disguise your luscious cunt. Stop wearing them."

"You don't dictate what I wear, you degenerate," she whispered hatefully back. "Besides, I wasn't expecting anyone to come by today."

"Melissa, you conceited Bitch, I want you," I explained with wanton desire. "That means I'm going to keep coming for you until you put a bullet in my heart. I knew from the moment I tasted you I'd never want to give you up."

I grabbed her hose tightly and ripped them from the hip to mid-thigh. Melissa gasped and tried to stop me from yanking them the rest of the way off.

"Think of you wife, Scumbag," Melissa snarled. "You are cheating on her."

I tore the hose the rest of the way off and went back for the panties.

"Whose fault is that, Melissa?" I taunted her. "You wanted me to feast on your bounty. Didn't you think there would be consequences? All I can think is 'what the fuck was wrong with Sonny for not hitting this' every chance he got?"

"What passed between Sonny and me is none of your business," she spat bitterly. Yeah, I bet he had never said he desired her, much less showed it. "He is at least loyal to Kerry."

"I'm loyal to Celine," I countered. I spread her thighs apart with only token resistance then knelt between them, inhaling the deep, rich scent of her sex box.

"You two are so much alike it's bizarre," I puffed air on her blood-flushed clitoral hood. Melissa's hips gyrated at the feel of that. "How the fuck are you as good as your twenty-six year old daughter?"

"No - don't say that," she moaned.

I began probing her damp folds with the tip of my tongue. In a clearly bi-polar reaction, Melissa worked at trying to pry me away with one hand while the other grabbed my head and tried to pull me tighter to her cunt.

Her sweet little clit popped up and I simulated my own blowjob on her, lavishing my attention and energy on it. Melissa's hands coasted up her body until she was rubbing her breasts through her blouse and bra. I upped our tempo by squeezing two fingers into her vagina. She responded by wrapping her thighs around my head with her calves pressing on my back.

"Oh, you Bastard," she whimpered. "I won't embarrass Celine with the help around and you know it - you Pervert." She exhaled twice in quick succession then climaxed. I latched my lips onto her vaginal opening and sucked up her juices while delving deeper with my tongue. This made her go on even longer.

When I looked up I noticed that Melissa was muting her screams by biting down on the meat of her palm. I stood up, leaned over her body, pulled her hand out of the way and pressed my mouth down on hers.

"Lick my face clean," I demanded.

"Die, you reprehensible Pig," she panted.

"I guess I leave this room with your pussy juice dripping off my chin then," I shrugged.

"Can't you pretend to be a civilized human being for once and use a tissue?" she grumbled.

"Nope. I'll guess we'll just see what Edna thinks of my new look," I sneered.

"You're sick," she snarled.

Her wicked temper didn't stop her from putting her hands on my ears to hold my head in place as she used her tongue to licked ever bit of juice from my nose, cheeks, lips chin and neck. I caught her doubling back a few times - I guess she was being thorough.

That done, I pulled her off the desk and placed her on her knees before me. The belt unbuckled, the zipper came down and then my jeans and boxers fell to my ankles.

"Get busy, Melissa. I've been looking forward to one of your expert blowjobs," I grinned.

My Mother-in-Law shot me an acidic look yet leaned forward and brought my cock to her lips. As Melissa focused attention on my glans, one of her hands jerked the shaft right behind the head while the other stroked farther down the shaft all the way to my balls.

I was really getting into the pleasure she was giving when my body was suddenly racked with pain. Melissa's well-manicured nails had clutched my scrotum and squeezed.

"Let's get something straight, Waylon," Melissa menaced me. "I'm not one of your ghetto-trash whores. You are not going to stop by my house and cheat on Celine with me - ever again."

"Bullshit," I hissed through the pain. Melissa tightened her grip to the point that I rose up on my toes to alleviate some of the agony.

"Perfect," she sneered. "You are going to become a nut-less wonder instead of showing an ounce of common sense; how predictable." She gave me another sharp squeeze.

"Pussy," I gasped. "Pussy - too damn good."

Melissa stared at me as if I'd lost my mind.

"You had better get over it," she stated, but I didn't get another squeeze. Instead she began pumping my shaft slowly while engulfing my head once more. Her tongue was doing masterful work at exciting the sensitivity of my cockhead and that special spot right beneath it.

"You had better castrate me because if you don't, I'm going to tear your ass up over this," I gulped. Melissa kept her claws on my nut sack yet she was no longer trying to make them meet in the middle. She gradually increased the amount of rod going passed her lips in response.

"It is still too big," she mumbled around my meat.

"I'll make sure you'll get used to it, M," I teased her. Her fingernails on my scrotum tightened slightly then, as our eyes met, she relented. As much as I enjoyed receiving the fellatio, I could see in Melissa's eyes she enjoyed giving it even more. She reveled in the power it gave her over me and privately, I was willing to bet, took a sense of satisfaction that I praised her skills.

Finally the hand threatening my masculinity migrated to my thigh to give her better balance. Her head bobbed steadily down my shaft, going incrementally farther each time. Melissa caught me off guard when at the halfway point she pressed down, letting inch after inch go past her gag reflex until her nose was buried in my pubic hairs.

"Oh God," I moaned. "Not even Celine can do this for me." Melissa pulled back until only my glans remained inside her mouth. The look she showed me was clearly 'take that, bitch'. "If you are trying to keep me from breaking down your door to get at you, Melissa, you are going about it all wrong."

"This is one of the finer things in life you low-lives want, but you are never going to have again," Melissa taunted me. I stopped her from resuming her cock-sucking, instead taking her hands and helping her stand. I followed through with that by pressing her back on the desk. This time I maneuvered her so that her head was on the edge so I could waddle around (my pants were still around my ankles) and reinsert my penis between her lips.

"This position is stupidly awkward," Melissa griped.

"It allows me to do this," I rubbed my hand over her trimmed pubic hair and through her puffy lips. My explanation soothed the bitchy M-I-L. I wanted to step up my game. I saw the correct tool for the craft in the decorative quill pen set.

"Don't," Melissa protested. "Those were my husband's."

I replied by rolling her hips toward me and spanking her left buttock hard twice.

"Now it is a sex toy," I mocked her.

Seriously, this woman was inches away from my Johnson and here I was egging her on. Into the void of her hesitation, I ran the tip of the feather along her inner thigh from knee to the inner hip joint.

"Mmmm," she purred. I took the feather and ran it from base to tip over her clit. Melissa squeezed her eyes shut as she shivered.

"I despise you," she muttered. She proved it by gobbling my cock. I took her left knee and positioned her leg up in air, leaving her pussy fully exposed and me with easy access to her ass.

The feather turned out to be a great instrument for caressing every inch of her vulva. Twisting the tip over her anus until it shaped into a tiny drill drove Melissa wild with lust. At the cusp of my orgasm, I began spanking both her ass cheeks strong enough to give them a healthy glow.

"Suck it, Bitch," I groaned. "Suck - damn, I'm cumming."

Watching Melissa gulp down my semen was truly erotic. She rolled onto her back when she was done draining me dry.

"I'm not your bitch and stop shouting, Asshole," she whispered. I put one hand over her cunt while I leaned in and kissed her. Melissa put up token resistance.

"Man, I can't believe I've missed these titties this time around," I teased her. "I'm going to put in your new sensors then I'll be back for seconds."

"I'll make sure to load one of my husband's shotguns," she threatened.

"Make the first shot count," I countered, "because I won't be denied."

She grunted non-committedly. I secured my pants then helped Melissa off the table. As I picked up my tools and parts, Melissa studied me with less than pure hate.

"This won't happen again, Waylon," she stated firmly. "If you cross the line again I'll go to Celine and tell her everything. I'm serious."

"Don't make me decide between the two best sex partners I've ever had," I answered. "Neither of us knows how that will turn out." She didn't respond, so I left to complete my job. After I finished, I asked Edna where I could find Melissa. She informed me the Lady had left shortly after I departed her Study. I worried what events her disappearance might forebode.

[...]

The wife was waiting for me when I got home ~ which was highly unusual. Celine greeted me with a beer and an erotic fire in her eyes. She sat me down and dragged out the moment, treasuring the suspense before unloading.

"Mom came by work today," Celine began, "Just showed up out of the blue - no call, or anything."

"How bad did she blow up?" I inquired cautiously. Celine laughed.

"Oh, it took her ten minutes to get around to the point of her visit," Celine snickered. "She wanted to know if you were 'treating me right'," she added. "It took me a second to clue in to what she meant. You should be happy I'm such a fantastic trial lawyer, Way, because I whipped up a doozy of a 'Misdirection Defense' in three seconds flat."

"I know you are the best legal mind in the State, Hon," I strummed my fingers along her thigh. She was in her bright red skirt and jacket with a white blouse and stockings.

"Today I'll have to agree with you," Celine beamed pleasure my way. "Anyway, I told Mom - in the strictest confidence - that you had become a real animal."

"You couldn't keep your hands off me," my wife drew things out, "but ... but there was something odd, I told her. Once, while you were pounding it home, you called me 'Melissa' which I informed Mom was 'odd'," Celine chortled. "You should have seen her face."

"Considering Melissa told me that she'd tell on me if I had another go at her after this morning," I confessed, "I'm not surprised."

"At first she claimed that you were some kind of degenerate pervert reprobate," Celine continued slyly. "I assured her that I didn't mind because I'd mentioned earlier I thought she might appear sexy to you - you're a bit of a MILF-man - and you had agreed. That threw her for a loop. It took Mom five more minute to get around to me confirming you honestly found her attractive, even though she knows you hate one another."

"Well, you didn't have to lie," I grinned back.

"After I regaled her with how much closer we were becoming - and she didn't protest when I gave some details - I asked if you had given her any indications you were interested in her. She evaded the question, of course," Celine added - so wickedly happy with herself and this turn of events.

"Yes?" I prodded because I knew the wife was holding something back.

"I - ah - may have mentioned the two of us had been looking at lingerie online and that you had shown real interest in this emerald green number - bra, panties with black fish-nets and garter - maybe even one of those little green Japanese robes."

"Were you subtle about it?" I smirked.

"Very," Celine giggled. "I made her virtually drag the color scheme out of me and you should have seen the look in her eyes. She was pleased and horny at the same time. I never expected to see my Mom horny, especially over my husband, but damn, she was clearly randy."

"She wouldn't be the only one," I referred to the look in my wife's eyes.

"Since you've already told me the two of you had sex, let me change into something a little - less," Celine purred. She slinked off the sofa and sashayed her way to the bedroom. I knew my part in things.

That night Celine went with a minimalist look - black open-cup bra and thong. Since the day's encounter with Melissa had been quick, we had a 'hand's on' retelling of the sex. When we got to the feather, Celine began whimpering and my suggestion that I had to have Celine and Melissa on their sides, back to back, for a cunnilingus sampling to see who was my favorite, she lost it.

Since the plot had me kneeling beside the sofa, feeding my dick between my wife's lips, I had to lunge for her pussy before she erupted. I soaked up her juices and rubbed the flat of my tongue back and forth over her clit to get even more. On the downside, as her orgasm subsided, our twisted 69 led us to fall onto the floor and propelled my cock down my climaxing wife's mouth. She nearly gagged.

Her nose pressing against my balls was a strange counterpoint to her mother's deep throat earlier. Celine pushed up quickly yet stopped when my orgasmic moan escaped my lips. I loved Celine because being around her made me want to be a better man. The great empathy we shared in sex was 'merely' an excellent bonus. Celine deep-throated me again just to make sure that was what turned me on. Tonight was a first after all.

The attention I lavished on her cunny was her reward for guessing right. I was making her happy and she was definitely making me happy. Celine wanted more.

"Baby, I want this penis in my pussy right now," she urged.

"What is in it for me?" I countered playfully.

"Oh - ah, I'll figure out a way to entice Mom into anal sex," she panted. That was hitting below the belt. Celine knew I piled on the attention on Melissa's ass. I wanted to fuck it without forcing my hunger on my Mother-in-Law. I wanted her to want it and Celine was offering that up. Melissa understood anal sex was something I desired from her; all she needed was a nudge.

(SUNDAY AFTERNOON)

Sunday service at Melissa, Kerry and Sonny's church was engaging. It seemed that everyone remembered Celine - understandable. A lot of them didn't seem to realize she had been married, much less married the past two years to me, the guy standing next to her. I told them I was an electronics contractor. Most of them had no idea what that meant.

That was okay because none of them had heard of the law firm Celine worked for either. Kerry made some snide comment about Celine working with 'poor people' to which I responded with,

"Imagine that; using your college degree to make a living."

"How would you know?" she snapped back. My intrusion into her world seemed to really chap her ass. "You didn't go to college," she added with a wicked grin.

"That's probably why he can't get a good job," Sonny weighed in.

"That's right," I bantered back. "How dare I serve my country for five years? What was I thinking?" My institution of higher learning had been the United States Navy.

"Waylon," Melissa sizzled. "Don't embarrass Celine." My wife's hand on my forearm forestalled further conflict. Multiple people were intent on talking to my wife, so I grudgingly stayed in the background and kept my thoughts to myself. As we were leaving, Celine informed me that Mother had invited her (thus me) to supper (the midday meal in the South).

I immediately vowed that Melissa was going to get her kitty spanked before I went home for putting me through this snobbery hell. From some of the looks she snuck my way, I suspected that was her plan all along. She certainly hadn't clued Kerry and Sonny in. They were so condescending and grating that only the prospect of Melissa kept me there, or from tossing Sonny into the rose bushes and giving Kerry's ass twenty good lashes.

After being served our after-supper drinks in the atrium, I decided it was time to take a piss. Contrary to Melissa's beliefs, I washed my hands after using the toilet. This noise allowed her to run into me as I exited the bathroom.

"Edna brought us Port instead of Sherry," Melissa told me.

What could I say? I didn't know the difference between those two drinks, yet this was as good a reason as any to put my arm across the hall to stop her progress.

"They are right around the corner, you idiot," she whispered angrily. They weren't that close.

"Then you had better be quiet," I leered as I pinned her to the wall.

Melissa slapped me, but not too hard. I put my hand down to the hem of her vibrant blue knee-length dress and worked it up to her crotch.

"Don't you dare," she threatened. I rubbed two fingers against the silky material of her panties. I could already tell she had on beige thigh hose with lacy tops.

I knelt down as I pushed the dress up to her hips though Melissa pushed down urgently.

"What is Celine going to think if she catches you molesting me?" Melissa hissed.

"You are wearing a thong," I murmured. It was beige as well with a good deal of mesh where the fabric would normally be. I drove my nose into her crotch and sniffed. "Fuck it, Melissa," I growled. "I'm taking you right now."

I roughly yanked her panties down and pocketed them.

"Don't you dare," she insisted. That didn't stop her from holding her dress up while I was busy. I unleashed my cock as I stood up then rubbed it over her slit getting it nice and slick. I bent my knees, wiggled my rod into her lips and pushed up.

Melissa helped me rope in her right leg up to my hip so I could tilt her for better penetration. I thrust up and she rocked back and forth, her head buried in my shoulder.

"You are going to Hell for this," she mumbled. I pinched her butt hard in response. Melissa had to bite down on her screech of pain and indignation.

"If I'm going to Hell, I am going to want a piece of this ass before I go there," I whispered in her ear.

"You are a fucking Beast," she moaned. "Forcing yourself on your Mother-in-Law on a Sunday and using your lust for me when you make love to my Celine. You are horrible."

"You have been talking to Celine?" I inquired. I knew she had, but still.

"Yes," she panted, "yes and she told me you even called out my name during sex, you degenerate."

"Degenerate? How about I take you out to the Atrium and plow you on the glass top table in front of Celine, Kerry and Sonny," I threatened. "How would you like that?"

"No," she groaned. "The scandal would destroy the family. Don't."

Now Melissa had her excuse to submit to my lust. I was in my role as the immoral letch and she was the matron sacrificing her virtue for her family. She could go off on me, fuck me back as hard as she desired and still maintain her moral superiority.

"Have it your way, Bitch," I taunted her. "Shut up and take it," I pile-drove up inside her, "and take it," I repeated the process.

Melissa gave two strangled sobs then hiccupped before a seizure gripped her body and she buried her scream in my shoulder. I held her tight until the shaking subsided.

"Mom," Celine called out, "are you okay?" My wife had come back in the house.

"Yes," Melissa gasped. "I'm still - still looking for the right bottle."

"Have you seen Waylon?" she asked.

"No," Melissa locked her eyes with mine. "I'm sure, wherever he is, he's doing something disreputable." I started giving her the slow fuck. Her nostrils flared as her eyes squeezed down to slits.

"Don't be so hard on him, Mamma," Celine spoke up. "I'm sure the two of you could get along if you only gave him a chance. He's a good, hard-working man." Oh yeah, Celine suspected what we were up to.

"I'd like to see him work hard for once," Melissa grinned viscously.

"You will, Mamma," Celine responded. "I believe he wants to prove himself to you. If you see him tell him to come and help me keep Kerry and Sonny company."

"Of course, Celine," Melissa answered. We heard Celine walking away.

"So, you want to see me working hard, do you?" I glared at Melissa.

She replied with her arrogant smirk alone. I responded to that by doing my best to hammer her through the wall, noise be damned. Melissa ended up putting her hand over her mouth to stifle her moans. My wounded balls boiled up and shot scalding semen into Melissa's vagina. The heat broiled forth a second orgasm in my Mother-in-Law. I could swear she ground down the bones of her hand to keep quiet.

"I hate you," I mumbled softly. "The only two women I've ever wanted and they just have to be Mother and Daughter."

"You can't stop yourself from reaching beyond your station, can you?" she glared.

"I only want the finest things," I ran my hands up to her breasts and gave them a good, steady squeeze.

"I thought you would prefer some silicon bimbo," Melissa challenged me.

"No - I love them full, plump and natural all the way," I murmured. I lowered my body so that I could lavish kisses on each covered breast.

"Don't you dare get my shirt wet," Melissa cautioned me between moans.

I used that distraction to retrieve her panties from my pocket and slip them around behind her and then up to her ass. Melissa gave a jolt as I wedged them deep between her buttocks.

"What are you doing?" she grumbled.

"You are such a tight ass," I joked. "I figured you could keep it up your butt without too much trouble."

"Why on Earth would I humor you?" she eyed me suspiciously.

"If you do, I'll stay away from you next week," I promised.

"How do I know you'll keep your word? You are a sleaze after all," she mocked me.

"You'll have to take that chance," I grinned then stood up.

I patted her ass and made ready to leave. Melissa surprised me with a knee to my nuts which staggered me across the hall. Oh, damn it! This bitch had a way of working my nuts over like a PMS-ing baker kneading dough in her own, private bakery.

"You are a lying sack of shit," she growled as she shook me by the chin. "How dare you think you can come into my house and dictate anything to me."

She let me go and sashayed away, absolutely putting a bit more strut into that step which didn't do my sore nut sack a bit of good. My groan of pain earned me an evil smile slung over her shoulder. I gathered my wits and subsumed my pain before making my way back to the atrium.

"Get lost?" Sonny commented snidely.

"I was looking at some of the artwork," I sort of lied. I considered Melissa a work of something alright.

"We'd better make sure nothing is missing," Sonny insinuated boldly to my supposed criminal background.

"Oh Sonny, he isn't educated enough to know what to steal," Kerry snickered.

"Neither do you, Sister," Celine rallied to me, "but at least my husband smart enough to know who he isn't and is honest enough to admit it."

"Oh, you would know all about Art," Kerry snapped back. "What pieces have you bought recently?"

"None, though I did get a client off a 2nd degree murder charge," Celine smiled sweetly. "I saved a life last week. What did you do?"

"We put a down payment on a 4500 foot house in the Tampa Bay area," Sonny countered. I didn't know Sonny was making that kind of money and wasn't this like their fourth, or fifth, house/time-share/"summer" home?

"What's your - condo - 1800?" Kerry beamed vindictively.

"Yes," Celine boasted (actually our place was 1860 but she wasn't going to argue over those few square feet), "paid for with our own money."

"That's right because Mother hasn't cut me off the way she has you for marrying - what's your name," she winked at me, "Way?"

Two people in life have called me Way and gotten away with it. My dead Mother & my wife ~ and Kerry was neither. I stopped Celine from responding for me.

"The only people I allow to call me Way are the ones I love," I grinned back. "You are neither, Cummy."

"What - what did you call me?" Kerry gasped.

"Cummy," I kept smiling. "Wasn't that you nickname in college? Cum-yummy - Cummy."

"You bastard," she gawked at my horrifically familiar behavior. Celine appeared amused as recent events had caused her opinion of her sister to plummet.

"Sonny!" Kerry shoved her husband in the upper arm. "Do something?" Sonny reluctantly stood up. We were close to the same size yet I had the 'poverty mystique' that insinuated I regularly beat the crap out of people. Okay, I was in more than my fair share of fights in high school. The Navy drummed that attitude out of me (except for that one asshole and the stairs).

"You slandered my wife, Fielding," Sonny gathered his courage. "I think we'll sue."

"Wait a second," I chuckled as I regained my feet as well. "You can call me a thief and get away with it, but I can't suggest your wife is a cock-gobbler? Seriously?"

Kerry reddened in outrage.

"Cock - cock-," Sonny gulped, "Cock-gobbler. My wife doesn't do things like that," he insisted.

"That's an epic tragedy," I muttered considering the skills of her Mother and Sister.

"Your wife may not be doing it anymore," Celine mused, "but Kerry used to do it a lot before you two tied the knot."

"I did not," Kerry snarled.

"Please, Kerry," Celine sighed. "You were hardly discreet - or quiet."

"About what?" Melissa inquired as she stepped into the room.

"Mamma," Kerry whined, "Celine is making shit up about me." Prim and proper Kerry said 'shit' ~ how amusing.

"Language," Melissa warned her older daughter. "What is Celine saying about you?"

"It was me," I raised my hand as if in school. "I implied that Kerry was an excellent cocksucker and how tragic it was that Sonny wasn't getting to enjoy those skills."

"Waylon, how crass of you," Melissa chastised me as she put the Sherry down.

"Mamma, I have seen those skills in use," Celine supported me.

"Should we be discussing such matters in front of Waylon?" Melissa frowned. "It could excite his over-active libido. The last thing we need is him being both boorish and drooling on us."

"I was about to put him in his place," Sonny bragged.

"That's right Sonny," Celine purred. "After all, to prove our case - that Kerry aka Cummy is a cock-gobbler - we would have to drag out all her old boyfriends. Then we would bury you in our countersuit," she finished him off.

"Mamma," Kerry wailed.

"Timothy Cotton," Melissa stared down Kerry, naming one of Kerry's old beaus. "You were hardly discreet, or quiet," she parroted Celine's earlier statement.

Kerry's mouth fell open.

"You are taking her side over mine?" Kerry accused Melissa.

"No; I'm saving this family from an ugly civil suit over a sex act that none of us should be talking about here, or in public," Melissa lectured.

"Melissa," I spoke up.

"That's Mrs. Harmon to you, William," Melissa taunted me. She couldn't call me Waylon more than twice in a row (in public), could she?

"Melissa," I persevered, "Kerry accused me of stealing some of your art, but since I'm a nice guy, I'll let her off the hook if you give her a good spanking - ten licks should do it."

"MAMMA!" Kerry squawked.

"Why did I let you in my house again?" Melissa glared at me.

"You didn't. I tunneled in under the wall like a mole," I sneered wickedly. "'Us' low-lives make such great ditch diggers."

"Exercising muscles is all your good at," Melissa sneered. "Which reminds me: you still haven't finished my security system."

That was a blatant lie; I had finished up and double-checked everything on Friday.

"I'm a bit busy at the start of next week," I grumbled. "I should be able to make it Wednesday."

Sonny gave a twitch then sat back down, Kerry looked even more pissed and Celine was doing an admirable job of not looking overly aroused except I knew her signs all too well.

"I was planning something on Wednesday," Melissa informed me.

"Yes, we were going to talk about the house in Tampa," Sonny interjected.

"I'll show up early in the morning and hammer out the problem to your satisfaction," I propositioned Melissa. She leveled her gaze on me.

"How long do you think this will take, Warren?" Melissa demanded to know.

"I'll work until you can't find anything left for me to do," I pledged.

"Oh Lord," Melissa rolled her eyes Heavenward, "you'll be at it all day. Sonny, we'll have to talk another time."

"Mamma, if you could ...," Kerry began.

"Kerry, as I told Sonny, we'll talk about it at another time," Melissa commanded. That was pretty much the highlight of the conversation (for me). We drank the Sherry (wine and something else I couldn't quite identify) and talked until dusk.

As Melissa was showing us out the door, Kerry noticed her walking a bit oddly.

"Mother are you feeling alright?" Kerry asked.

"Oh, I'm feeling a tad constipated," Melissa smiled at her oldest daughter sweetly. She had something up her ass alright, but she didn't need medication to solve that problem.

"Wilbur, I left my phone in the atrium," Melissa ordered me around in a cavalier fashion. "Go get it for me."

"Celine," I turned to my wife, "you had better make this up to me when I get home." I headed off on my errand because it was no big deal - and Melissa clearly wanted another moment alone with me.

I returned with the phone, fumbled the delivery then caught it in a kneeling position right before it hit the hardwood floor. As I handed it to her with my left hand, I reached up her thigh with the other. Melissa studiously ignored my activities even as I wiggled her bunched up underwear out from between her buns.

"What are you doing?" Melissa asked in a condescending manner as I lifted up her thong and took a whiff.

"Getting something to tide me over until I can return and pay you back for that knee to the nuts," I gave her my most sinister gleam.

"Don't crouch there like the worthless pervert you are," she retorted smugly. "Help me put them back on."

I gave her a lusty look as she reached down with her hand to my head to balance on as I fitted one foot then the other into her panties. Melissa caught me off guard by dialing one of her society friends and striking up an animated bit of gossiping - like I wasn't there - with my hands on both legs.

I began rubbing small circles along her calves and thighs as the panties went up. When my fingers probed her pussy, Melissa's thighs clamped shut. I twisted my left-hand middle finger in without much success. My right hand moved to her posterior and pushed that middle finger between her cheeks, aiming for her anus.

Melissa's Will was strong yet her flesh was weaker and pliant. She resorted to using her free hand to swat my head twice before I broke through. Her cunt was already damp as I tickled between her folds. Her ass held out a few seconds longer until she suddenly unclenched and my finger found its mark. Mind you, Celine had gone to the car and was waiting for me.

Also, the front door was open with a clear view to the long, circular driveway. Melissa kept chattering away as I worked first one and then two fingers inside her twat, twirling into her G-spot. I pulled my right finger back, slobbered on it with my spit then inserted it back to her butt and began pressuring her sphincter.

With a bit of effort, that frontier gave way and my finger was engulfed in the warmth of her rectum. Melissa hiccupped in mid-conversation. She immediately excused her outburst by claiming she had found a scuff mark on her newly tiled kitchen floor. Her hand went over the mouth piece as her breathing deepened though she composed herself enough to keep up the verbal exchange.

Under the stimulation of double penetration, Melissa delivered up her reward. Her friend had to be curious as to what body part Melissa injured to get that kind of muffled vocalization, but that wasn't my problem to solve. I stood quickly and without a single word, I walked swiftly to my wife's car (my ride was a beat-up, silver 2005 Ford F-150 while hers was the Candy-Apple 2012 Porsche Boxster S her father had bought her when she graduated High School).

Celine was in the driver's seat, impatiently waiting on me. Once she turned from the driveway to the street, she turned to me.

"You will have to tell me what took you so long," Celine teased.

"I could do you one better," I said suggestively.

"What is it?" Celine's curiosity was peaked.

"You could taste her," I held up my two slick finger so recently in her Mother's snatch.

"Oh, that's gross!" Celine blanched. I was certain I had gone too far and was searching for a tissue to clean my fingers with when she spoke up once more. "Is it - tasty?"

"Only you taste sweeter, Honey," I swore truthfully.

"This would be incest, would it?" Celine worried.

"How would I know?" I shrugged. "You are the only family I have." Mom died right after I entered service, Dad had never been in the pictured and I had no brothers, or sisters.

"Fine - okay, I want to try it," Celine confessed rapidly after 30 seconds of introspection.

I fed her one fingers at a time. With her suction and tongue action I was hoping I'd get a blowjob later tonight.

"How was it?" I inquired once she was done (and we hadn't wrecked).

"I don't know," she muttered. "I'm not sure what's come over me."

"Maybe it is because you want to share in my experience," I suggested. "I've described how she tastes often enough and you associate that with me having horny, rough sex with your Mother which leads to me having hot, steamy sex with you."

"Erotic transference," Celine nodded. "I can live with that. You are still going to tell me why Mom took so long in getting the Sherry."

[...]

Sunday night's love-making was romantically intense. Celine wouldn't admit it to me, but some of it had to do with the discomfort I had caused Kerry. She could care less about Sonny, but Kerry had 'cheated' in their competition for her Mother's affections and Celine had enough of her Mother's pugnacity to want to make sure her Sister got served with some well-deserved comeuppance.

Getting out of the shower, Celine turned and embraced me.

"Way, I'm going to be in court most of the day so expect me to be stressed out when I come home," she hugged me.

"How about I give you a hot oil massage?" I kissed her forehead and nose.

"That would be wonderful ... but I was also thinking that if you could do something nice for Mother we could act it out too," she rubbed her wet body against mine.

"Our affair is really turning you on," I commented.

"Yes, Way, it is," she confessed. "It makes you and Momma so happy. I know she would never let me watch and I don't want any sex tapes which could come back to haunt all of us, so this is the best thing we can do."

"If it makes you happy, I'll come up with something special for Melissa," I assured her. With that, we headed off for a deep night's sleep.

(MONDAY)

Enticing Melissa on Monday had some inherent risk, yet it played upon the cornerstones of our relationship; mainly that she hated me and thought me to be a scumbag.

"Melissa, it is Waylon," I told her when she answered the phone.

"It is Mrs. Harmon to you, Neanderthal," she griped.

"I want you to come down to my office," I kept going.

"Why would I ever want to do that?" she snipped.

"I have a business opportunity to talk over," I answered. There was a deafening pause that lasted half a minute.

"You Contemptible Bastard," she seethed with real passion. "You lying sack of crap. I hope you die, Dirtbag," she added then hung up. I had made my opening move; the rest was up to her. Sure enough, 45 minutes later Mrs. Harmon came storming into my office fully prepared to rip my damn head off.

"I'm going to rip your God-damn head off," she boiled over (SEE!). Most of the small firm I worked for was in the field, or out to lunch. We were alone in the rear area.

"So I used you," I shrugged while giving her a shit-eating grin. "You thought what we had was real? How sad," I laughed.

Melissa started crying while remaining righteously furious.

"You will pay," she raged. As she turned to leave I cleared my throat.

"Don't you want to see the business opportunity?" I joked.

"What I want to do is burn down this shitty building with you in it," she snarled.

"What is it going to cost you?" I kept smiling. "You drove all the way down here. I don't recall you being averse to making money after all."

"Just so I can laugh in your face, Shit-for-Brains," she spun on me. I acted casual as I led her around to the back storage area.

"Where is it?" she sizzled. I directed her around a corner where she was confronted with a group of very sturdy boxes formed into a Loveseat and covered in layers of blankets over travel blankets. Melissa pulled up short.

"What is this?" she gasped. I pushed her forward into the 'cushions'.

"You really are a stupid Cunt," I laughed at her.

"What?" she spun around in the seat.

"I don't want your fucking money, Melissa - oh sorry, Mrs. Harmon, I want your cock-sucking mouth, your delicious pussy and your rich, fat ass."

Melissa's mouth fell open in utter shock.

"I tricked you, Bitch," I closed in on her. "I lied to you, lured you down here and now I'm going to use you to slake the burning lust you have kindled in me. No one is going to hear us, Melissa. You are all mine for a whole hour and I'm going to make you howl."

"I - I - I hate you," she couldn't quite keep the smile from her lips. I'd tricked her using her own insecurities then rebounded her passions by declaring my intention to 'rape' her, reaffirming our roles as High Society Lady and Down Low, Sexual Deviant. Sure, I'd pissed her off by making her think my lust was fake and I was like virtually everyone else in her life - out for her money.

As far as I knew, I was the only one in her life that wasn't. Even my wonderful, compassionate wife had asked for some financial assistance, though I don't think that asking Melissa to co-sign for a home loan for our condo and aiding a law practice that helped the disadvantaged was in the same category as Sonny and Kerry wanting a third/fourth/fifth vacation house to go with their palatial home.

All this set up put Melissa in a really combative mood. She slapped the hell out of my left cheek and I barely avoided the same treatment to my right. I grabbed her jacket sleeve, spun her around and yanked it off. I was less kind to her aqua frilled blouse; I simply ripped it open, buttons flying everywhere. I was sure a feral countenance was playing across my face.

Later Melissa would tell me she was about to claw my eyes out, but my gob-smacked expression caused her to hold back. She wanted to soak in my unmitigated carnal passion. Melissa was wearing this spider web black corset combo that was working overtime to enhance her figure.

Her boobs were overflowing their constraints like two gigantic, milky water balloons. Her waist was synched tight and all her curves enhanced and smoothed out. There was even this tiny red bow between her ta-tas I'd missed during my first ogling. The inkling of blood returning to my cranium kick-started my brain. I grabbed her blue pants (which matched the jacket) and jerked them down in two rapid pulls.

"I'm not going to call the cops this time," she threatened venomously. "I'm going to get the manager of one of my construction companies to bury you alive in the foundation of one of our buildings - maybe the new waste treatment plant. That would fit you."

"You talk a lot, Cock-tease," I snapped back.

I noticed she had painted her toe nails in Passion Pink, my wife's favorite color. Her finger nails were the same way - hmmm.

"They are called words, Moron," she hissed back. "Put them together and you make a sentence. A few sentences create a conversation and that's what civilized people do - converse, you inbred trailer trash."

"I have found a better use for your mouth," I gloated.

"One of these times I'm going to bite it off and bury it in a landfill," Melissa chomped her teeth.

"Wouldn't that make you a cock-gobbler like Kerry?" I tweaked her sensibilities.

"Oh, you are horrid," she glared. I laughed because her opinion of me wasn't a concern.

I had noticed a high-cut piece of gossamer silk over her pubic region which was pretending to be panties. Her stockings, attached to garter on her corset, were black with a sheen that played with the spotty lighting here in the storage area. They had a red stripe on the back that acted like runway lights leading up to her chunky, delectable ass.

Melissa drove her black high heels into my shoulder then thigh as she lashed out. I grabbed her left forearm and thigh, flipped her squawking form over then stretched that arm out. I had prepared for this and positioned the Loveseat's back against the chain link fence that separated normal storage from the high value area. Tied to the links were two long black silk scarves with loops at the end.

I pushed Melissa's left wrist through a loop and pulled it tight.

"What the hell?" Melissa gasped. I scoffed at her efforts to keep her right wrist from suffering the same fate. I was in the superior position and stronger. "What are you doing?" she snarled.

"You rich bitches don't know how this 'violence' thing works," I whispered into her ear.

I pulled on the upper length of the bindings, spreading her arms farther apart.

"You couldn't be a good little sissy like Sonny, calling your lawyers and the police to save your sorry pampered ass," I explained. "You thought you could throw-down with me and get away with it," I picked up a third scarf from a nearby box.

"Clearly I haven't kneed you, or slapped you, hard enough yet," Melissa reacted. "What's that for?" she added when she saw the scarf in my hands.

"Open your mouth and find out," I suggested. She realized I meant to gag her and clamped her jaws shut. Melissa could have made it much worse by bucking against me, or using her legs to punish me, but didn't.

I slipped the scarf around, wrapped it over her lips and pulled back on it like a bridle. To get her to open up, I reached around and fished out one of her large, soft breasts and began to pluck on the nipple. She tried to mutter something. I couldn't make out what. I relaxed my grip on the gag.

"What was that Melissa?" I inquired in a worried tone. "Are you okay?"

"What I was trying to ...," she got out before I yanked back on the scarf and gagged her.

"Damn woman," I chuckled. "Celine is definitely the smart one in the family. She would have never fallen for that trick." Melissa snarled, chewed on the gag and bucked her hips continuously.

I was between her legs so she couldn't bring those to bear. I debated taking off her heels, but they were so damn sexy, I kept them on her. To help calm her down, I lay on her back, pulled out her other breast and began to fondle both of them in tandem. Her nipples were already rubbery-tough and pulsing with arousal. Melissa gave it a good run for about a minute then the moaning began.

"God damn, Woman," I breathed next to her ear. "How could you possibly believe I could give this up for a payday - any payday? I have everything I want - a home, a job, the best wife in the world and this hot slut beneath me." Melissa mumbled a denial of her 'slut-hood'. I gave her breasts a finally squeeze then slid off her back. I stripped down quickly as she struggled to keep me in her peripheral vision.

Next, I languidly pulled down her flimsy panties, kissing my way down as her naked flesh was exposed. I avoided her pussy and anus initially, working around them, nipping her big, soft buttocks and the back of her thick thighs above the stockings. I put a hand on Melissa's mid-back, forcing it down and rotating her hips up.

Melissa's cunt was sopping and the scent was intoxicating. She could feel me inhaling and exhaling millimeters away from her glistening mound. She pushed back gently, whimpering when I pulled back before contact. Melissa changed tactics by growling and thrusting back with more urgency.

"Let me guess," I teased. "You want me to get this over with, so I will untie you." Melissa mumbled an affirmation through her gag. "There is one thing to take care of before we begin," I stood up. "Kerry was running off at the mouth yesterday, pissing Celine off and you refused to do anything about it. I'm not going to put up with her treating my wife that way."

Melissa gave a 'Huh?' mumble.

"Ten slaps to the ass should cover it," I informed her. Melissa tried to wiggle out of the way. Down came the hand with a resounding 'smack'. Melissa jerked, her ass rippling and you could make out the individual fingers of the handprint I left.

She sniffled the first three times then the sobbing began. When I finished I knelt beside her.

"I don't give a crap what you people think of me, but you will give Celine the respect she's due," I explained. "Next time, if you don't do anything, I'll put Kerry over my knee and show her the real reason people should be polite to one another."

Melissa didn't show any sign of agreement. I hadn't expect any. She wouldn't bend to my Will yet she now knew I was serious about Kerry. The expectation was the Sonny would get something worse. Melissa tried to make some sort of statement. Since I was in charge, I decided I wasn't going there.

"Time to eat this pussy," I rumbled with hunger. Melinda tried to close her legs except, anticipating such a move, I'd already wedged a hand in.

"Oh, you are going to be like this," I joked. I reached under a blanket and pulled out a sheathed, pre-lubricated, slender vibrator. I pried her cheeks apart despite Melinda's resistance and started to work the tool against her anus.

"Are you sure you don't want to spread your legs for your white trash Son-in-Law?" I offered.

Reluctantly Melinda returned her knees to the open, inviting position they had started in. I knelt behind her, took another deep whiff of her scent then placed my lips upon her labia and parted them with my tongue. I kept the vibrator on her anus without applying pressure. I pushed up one ass cheek so I could delve deeper, letting my tongue reach up to her clitoris.

I drilled her vagina with penetrating drives of my tongue and sucked her labia tightly between my lips. Melinda began moaning continuously. She gyrated her hips around, directing my tongue to the most improperly proper places. When my fingers joined the play, Melinda began to heave with excitement. A few wiggles of the fingers brought her off and filled my mouth with her fluids.

I allowed Melinda to cool, down then began working the vibrator in. She was whimpering all over again. Her sphincter gave way gradually. I didn't press in, instead cutting the vibrator on and playing with her opening. Melinda began repeating something through her gag. It took me a second to realize she was going 'more, more, more'.

Obliging my Mother-in-Law seemed the familial thing to do, so I pressed passed her anus and into her rectum. I would have loved to spend a whole hour doing nothing except eating her delicious cunt and getting her off with some anal play. I thought Melinda wanted more. Standing up, I positioned my cock against her pussy and drove in with one stroke.

'Oh God,' she groaned loudly. I think that's what she said anyway. She went off even louder as I pushed more of the vibrator in and cranked it up. Melinda hit her orgasm instantly and that was only the beginning. With 4 inches of vibrator humming away in and out of her ass, my cock pounding away with full force and my free hand reaching around and strumming her clit, Melinda kept cumming and cumming.

She was thrashing and jerking around non-stop for several minutes before I noticed her hands had gone limp in her restraints. I cut the vibrator off and pulled it out with all care while reaching up under her sternum and taking as much of her weight as possible. I put the instrument aside next then, freed her from the wrist restraints and laid her down on her back.

Lastly I removed the gag. Melinda looked dazed for several seconds. Her eyes focused on my face, she worked some kinks out of her jaw and then gave me a fatigued punch in the gut.

"What kind of Jackass are you, trying to kill me like that?" she rasped.

"Don't be such a whiny prima donna," I teased. "One, or two, more times and that's going to be my big dick up your ass, not some little toy."

"I'm surprised you could figure out how to put the batteries in," she said after several seconds going over her possible responses.

"It has batteries?" I looked surprised. "I borrowed it from Celine. She likes it, so I figured you would too."

"You are a retarded reprobate with an undoubtedly long juvenile record ... and it is hard to breath in this damn thing," Melinda referred to her corset.

"But you look so fucking hot in it," I petulantly complained as I started massaging both of her nipples with two fingers each.

"I still can't believe I squeezed into the damn thing," she groaned - seeking some extra sympathy, no doubt.

"Oh, that reminds me," I furrowed my brow. "Roll on your side and give me your ass."

"What would possess me to do that?" she glared.

"If you don't, I won't let you suck my cock," I threatened.

"You can't negotiate for crap," Melinda sneered. "I imagine you had Celine get your home loan because you are clearly incapable of handling any decisions of importance." I stared down at her, she stared at me. Nearly a minute past before Melinda rolled onto her side and presented me with her buttock. I gave her proffered cheek a playful slap that caused her to jolt, jiggle and moan.

"That's a 'thank you' for not changing before coming over," I whispered.

"How I dress has nothing to do with you," she lied.

"Of course; all you rich girls dress to tease yet never deliver," I countered.

"Just you remember you had to tie me up to get this," she indicated her body.

I came back by pushing my cock to her lips. Melissa gave me a withering look though that didn't stop her from rocking gradually forward and wrapping her lips around my cockhead. She was quickly murmuring and running her tongue along my shaft. Once I believed her to be preoccupied, my left hand began running gently through her hair while my left caressed her shoulder, arm and corseted back.

Melissa, propped up on her left arm, moved her right hand to my butt and began pulling me in. It was fascinating to see my Mother-in-Law lavish me with such reverence and fervor. When I went from nasal breathing to open-mouth panting, Melinda pulled back, licked down my shaft and then kissed and licked my scrotum.

She shot me this look that fixed me with the suspicion she was certain she was doing for me what no other woman had ever done - and she was right. Melinda sucked in one testicle then the other and finally both at once. I was happy I held back for a whole minute.

"Jesus woman," I croaked, "please get me off now before I explode!"

"Beg my forgiveness for that stunt you pulled this morning," Melinda gave me smug look - then licked my shaft from base to helmet.

"Give it a rest damn it," I grunted.

"I guess I'm going home then," Melissa began to rise.

"Shit - damn," I growled. "Melissa."

"Mrs. Harmon," she corrected. The dichotomy of a woman making me use her last name while making me beg to have my dick sucked wasn't lost on me.

"Mrs. Harmon, I was a total bastard for tricking you so cruelly," I pleaded.

"Very good," Melissa gave a superior smile. "You are going to stop cheating on Celine."

I growled, refusing to relent despite my aching need.

"Oh joy," Melissa sighed. "Since you are clearly ruled by your brutal, savage instincts and neither common sense nor reason, I'll forgive your idiocy ... this one time." Yeah - right. Like she wasn't having as much fun as I was.

She kissed my pee slit, circled my penis edge with her tongue then smiled up at me once more.

"Promise me you will keep it in your pants around everyone else and I'll allow this indiscretion to pass unmentioned," she purred.

"As long as you know that I'm going to screw you every chance I get," I insisted.

"Keep believing that," she licked my lollipop. "I'm buying a stun gun as soon as I leave this place. You are welcome to come by and have me show you how it works."

"Get to sucking, damn you," I grumbled. Surprisingly, Melissa stopped busting my chops and went back to administering a fellatio for the record books.

She took exquisite pleasure in getting me close then pinching the base of my penis to hold back my ejaculation. My glans was swallowed, encircled by her tongue then passed down her tonsils as she slowly engulfed every inch. It was ten minutes of heavenly hell only cut short by a co-worker coming back into the storage area.

We froze in place until the person left. Melissa went from nearly petrified to highly aroused in seconds over this near discovery. Like Mother, like Daughter/Wife it appeared. She did manage to let me cum this time and I paid her back by shot-gunning my seed down her throat. Melissa sputtered, gasped and gulped like mad, yet still some leaked out.

Melissa sat up in the Loveseat and I crashed down beside her. We were both panting.

"What would you have done if that person saw us?" she whispered.

"Claim you were a high class call girl I was doing a special install with," I panted.

"Do you really believe I could be confused with a prostitute?" she mocked me.

"A really expensive one," I reiterated. I ran my finger between her tits, flicked the bow there then ran my hands all the way down to her stocking-clad thigh.

"You are a terrible liar," she looked away. "You also clearly can't appreciate quality when you see it."

I snickered, reached down to my pants and retrieved my wallet. A moment of introspection later, I pulled out two twenties, waved them in Melissa's face and followed that up by stuffing them into the corset between her breasts.

"What the hell is that about?" she glared.

"You came here about the money, right?" I taunted her. "Congratulations, you earned a few bucks. Aren't you pleased this trip wasn't a total waste?"

"Ah - ah - you are the most vile, reprehensible, villainous sub-human being I've ever met," she declared balefully.

Then she started humming a happy tune while she got dressed. She didn't throw my money back in my face either, damn it. That was my lunch money for the week. After I got my clothes on, I made sure the coast was clear and snuck Melissa back to my office.

"You don't need you to come by Wednesday," she enlightened me. "I'm going to spend the day sunning by the pool," she added in an off-handed manner.

"I didn't know you liked sunbathing," I mused.

"You are hardly the person I would confide anything to," she sneered.

"French cut, or thong?" I persisted.

"Since you are not coming by, you'll never know," she said snootily as she stood to leave. I found it amusing she had to tuck her shirt in tightly because it had no buttons. She made a noisy display of departing from there, leaving my office mates somewhat confused of how she arrived in the first place.

[...]

My sex life that night was eye-opening and exciting. Celine insisted on authenticity so we had to figure a way to tie her up. We had no chain link fence, or even a poster bed. In the end, I latched onto the idea of using the top kitchen cabinets to secure the loops. I was worried that Celine would get overly energetic and tear the doors off the cabinets. She promised to be good.

Or, I think that is what she promised through her gag. I taunted her that the vibrator rimming her anus had so very recently been up her Mom's ass (I'd cleaned it, of course).

"Yeah, Baby," I teased, "she moaned just like that. Do you like that? Do you think Melissa felt the same way?" She nodded vigorously, made a choking noise then hit her orgasm.

To keep to the script, I had to push my dick into her pussy while she was still spasming. That drove her into an even greater frenzy. I pulled Celine's head back by the hair.

"That's right, Melissa," I adlibbed, "Tonight while you are going to bed, I want you to think about me doing the exact same thing to your little girl; hammering all her holes with the same passion I'm showing you right now."

Celine sobbed and trembled.

"What do you think about that, Melissa?" I turned the screws on my wife. "Do you think her ass will be on fire as much as yours is? Do you think her pussy will throb in the exact same way? Do you think your daughter will cream when I 'accidently' call out your name as I pump my seed into her?"

Celine kept whimpering something over and over again. I pulled down the gag to hear what it was.

"Have mercy," she whispered. "Have mercy, I can't take it anymore."

"Has your husband made you happy, Honey?" I asked as I wrapped my arms around her.

"Let me down and I'll show you, Way," Celine promised. I released each arm in turn, allowing her to turn around in my arms. Our embrace lasted several minutes and I was enjoying the calm comfort of her arms around me and her breath on my neck when Celine suddenly began pushing me to the floor.

She grabbed something from around the stove before moving over me. Pouring the cooking oil over my cock was a surprise.

"Honey?" I questioned.

"I can't wait," Celine blazed with lust. Well ... okay then.

Celine put the oil aside, stood astride me and began lowering her bottom onto me. Her smile matched mine as she grasped my cock, stroked the oil over it a few time them raised it up so she could impale herself. My wife rubbing my cockhead against her anus was a bonus. She tilted her bottom left and right, working my dick past her anus and into her rectum.

"I am so grateful, Way," Celine moaned. "I know you've been honest with me about you and Mom and this has to be terribly confusing."

"I'm not confused," I grunted as she worked more of me inside her and her muscles tightened up. "I love you. Yours is the only opinion that matters to me."

"Sure, I like Melissa a whole lot more now than I used to, but you and I are partners, 'C'," I continued to comfort her.

"Do you like her, or making love to her?" Celine teased out breathlessly.

"I like the parts of her personality that remind me of you," I stated.

"And her body does nothing for you?" she teased me some more. With the way I described Melissa, Celine had no doubt that I desired her Mother. I looked away. "Has my Hubby developed a cougar fetish?" she pursued the truth.

"Are you a cougar?" I panted.

Celine shook her head.

"Nope. All I have is a 'Smoking Hot Wife' fetish, but you knew about that one."

"There - is - nothing - you - like about - her?" Celine gasped as she now bounced with my full length in her. "Not her ass? Her big boobs?"

"Don't forget her pussy," I ground my teeth. I was enjoying this interplay so much I didn't want to ejaculate until we were done. "Oh, and how her butt jiggles when - I spank it."

"Are you - saying - my butt - is too - firm, tight - and round - for you?" Celine pouted.

"Ah, shit-damn," I cried out. The pout and the vision of Celine's perfect ass kicked me over the edge. Jet after jet of my spunk shot into my wife.

"Baby!" she howled. Celine started trembling, rising to a crescendo as her second orgasm took her.

I was enraptured with the image of her gyrating above me, her hair whipping around as she grunted and moaned. She finished up by tilting forward and placing her arms outstretched, resting her palms on my chest.

"I can tell you one thing for sure," she gave a blissful smile.

"What's that, Honey?" I murmured happily.

"We are not going to get pregnant this way," she giggled. I spanked her thigh for her impudence. Celine wiggled her butt on my still semi-rigid rod and kept giggling.

(WEDNESDAY)

No one answered when I rang the bell at Melissa's place. I opened the door (I knew the security system after all) and called out in a level voice. A quick search of the mansion revealed Melissa by the pool in a pale yellow one-piece bathing suit. She was reclining on a full-length pool lounger with her broad straw hat shielding her from the mid-morning Sun.

"Werner, what are you doing here?" Melissa regarded me from rim of her hat. "I thought I made it clear you weren't needed, or wanted, today?"

"You mature wealthy women often forget what you need, so I decided to stop by anyway," I obviously surveyed her reclining form as I straightened my dick through my jeans.

"Can you be any more overtly sexual?" she mocked me. I put down my two work bags, strode over to Melissa's chair and knelt beside her at chest level.

"What do you want?" she intoned icily.

"A 'good morning' kiss would be nice," I suggested.

"How impudent," Melissa snapped. "I see I'll have to put you to work simply to keep your mind preoccupied."

"Have it your way," I leered. I leaned forward and kissed her - on her left breast. Even with the intervening fabric, my kiss excited her nipple to push out noticeably.

Melissa didn't try to push me away, or even raise a protest. Instead she stretched her arm under the chair to the towel beneath. Her hand came back up with a stun gun.

"I warned you," Melissa informed me smugly. The device crackled alive. I gazed up from my suckling yet refused to stop. A second later I suctioned on the nipple with renewed effort.

"Christ," she grumbled, "you are impossible. How much pain do I have to inflict on you make you keep your hormones in check?"

"Give me two minutes with this tit and I'll get right to work," I requested. I didn't know what that work she wanted me to do and I really didn't care.

She weighed the stun gun in her hand, switching her gaze from the weapon to me.

"Get it over with," she sighed in expectation. "I need you to fix the pool lighting when you've sated your addiction."

Now she considered her body to be my addiction - interesting. I started off my appreciation of her sacrificial morsel by slipping the upper strap of her swim suit off her shoulder and pulling it down to her elbow.

"What do you ...," she got out as the strap came down. She stopped in mid-question as I pulled the upper part of the suit down to fully expose her breast to my ogling. I made eye contact with Melissa as I put my lips to her protruding teat. As my tongue circled the sensitive tissue, Melissa looked away. I didn't focus solely on the nipple though.

I kissed and licked the entire breast, lifting up under the sagging mammary and tasting the freshly powdered scent there. My right hand cupped the breast, creating a fleshy mound for my mouth to suction up. My left palm began rubbing circles over her clothed stomach. When I tried to migrate further South, Melissa cleared her throat.

"Just the breast," she stated firmly, with a hint of passion. She was going to allow me her pudgy stomach - not her snatch. I could live with that for now. My right hand released the breast and began stroking her sternum leading up to the neck, jawline and finally caressing her ear. Melissa's pulse was quickening and her chest was rising and falling with an ever increasing tempo.

We were well past the two minute mark when my left hand slipped between her right breast and arm. Melissa gave no sign that she was aware of my movements even when I flipped a finger under her right strap and slowly pulled it down her arm. My left hand peeled the swimsuit from her right breast. I leaned farther across her body and began devoting the same intensity to that teat, areola and mammary.

When Melissa raised her right leg until the heel was opposite her left knee then let it fall open I knew I was given permission to explorer further. I didn't rush anything. I coasted my left hand along her right side, over her hip and onto her thigh. Melissa moaned softly. My fingers walked from her outer thigh to the inner side, then traced a wavy line down to her covered pussy, stopping right before contact.

I retraced my steps along her inner thigh, came back down then hopped my fingertips to the opposite thigh and rubbed that spot right above the crux of her thighs. My Mother-in-Law put the stun gun down and ran her hand along her stomach to the top of her pubic mount where it fluttered there with indecision.

That appeared to me to be a green light to play. With my left hand, I stroked her hand, lingering on her fingernails then pressing down lightly on her pubic mound until it dipped down to her vulva. I repeated the process six times before Melissa's hand followed my lead. We interlocked our fingers and began petting her tender sexy bits through the suit.

Her tell-tale quickening of the breath indicated to me Melissa was past caring about limitations and boundaries. Soon her left hand was rubbing my back and shoulders with repeated sojourns up my neck to stroke my hair. Her right hand was slowly nudging my fingers on her covered snatch farther and farther down.

No words were spoken yet the message was clear - 'play with my ass'. I made a few passes over her lower expanse ~ her ass was too large and the fabric too tight for me to give Melissa much stimulation. I work two fingers under the suit at the perineum, got them slick with her pussy fluids then slid back to her sphincter.

Her back passage was clenched tight when I got there. One slow circuit caused her to forcibly relax and let my middle finger in.

"Aaahhh," she moaned. The lack of a verbal retort reminded me of how far Melissa and I had traveled sexually. Her anal muscles clenched and unclenched with a steady pulse.

I matched her reactions by slowly twisting my finger deeper with each relaxation. Melissa's exhalation became a steady expression of pleasure.

"Filthy, filthy," she murmured. There we were - the 'old' Melissa. Her chastisement didn't stop the 'new' Melissa from wedging her hand in beside mine and push the suit's crotch fully aside.

As two of Melissa's fingers began making, wet squelching noises as they pumped her vagina, I decided to play-bite her breasts and pluck her nipples with my teeth. Her fingers on my upper back started clawing my skin through my shirt. The harder I bit and worried her teats, the harder she dug in.

I was caught in the emotional vortex of my Mother-in-Law and my wife. Sure, the sharpened fingernails hurt, but the sensual joy my wife would rain upon me as I retold this tale would more than make up for it. This was magnified by the sheer tension Melissa was putting herself through as she fought off her orgasm.

The withdrawal of my finger from her rectum brought forth a whimper from Melissa as she thrust her hips down, trying to recapture my digit. She didn't have to go far; I pushed two fingers in and I wasn't gentle.

"Aeieieiei!" she screamed. Melissa's mouth opened to scream again - yet only a gargling noise came forth.

At last her climax overwhelmed her. My two fingers in her ass were barely past the first knuckle. Her anal muscles were trying to force me out while her thrashing forced me to probe deeper.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," she panted furiously as the storm rolled over her. With one final great tremor, Melissa collapsed down and lay twitching slight as her bosom rose and fell rapidly.

There was one last issue for me to deal with. As Melissa removed her hand from her pubic area, I withdrew my fingers from her anus, out of the suit and around to her far side. My hand found the stun gun and snuck it back between Melissa's legs. I used the twin prongs of the device to massage her vulva outside her soaked bathing suit's crotch.

"Stop it, you sex fiend," Melissa pulled on my hair to leverage me from her naked breasts and, failing in that, she then attempted to swat my hand away from her cunt. She bumped into the stun gun as well.

"What do you think you are doing with that?" Melissa tilted her head up to regard my activities.

"I figured you liked dildos, vibrators and phones, so why not try this next," I teased.

"A stun gun is a weapon, Idiot," she groused. "Hand it over." Melissa held out her hand.

"Do you know what this would do to your cunt?" I mused.

"Make it inaccessible to you for life," she snapped back. She couldn't fight back the triumphant sexual smile as I slapped that puppy into her hand as fast as I possibly could.

Melissa looked from the stun gun, to me then back again before returning it under the towel she'd first retrieved it from. I watched her fix her bathing suit back. As I did so I couldn't help notice how visible her nipples clearly were. This suit seemed to be rather thin. I stood up and headed toward the house.

"Where are you going?" Melissa studied me intently.

"If I'm going to work on the pool lights, I have to cut the power to them first, or I'll get electrocuted," I grinned. "It is one of the first things they teach you in Electronics School."

"How many times did you fry yourself before you learned that lesson?" she mocked me.

"27," I zinged back, "but I was a quick learner for my class."

Melissa snorted out a laugh.

"Does your lame humor amuse my daughter?" she asked in a less bitter tone.

"Instead of my sad-ass jokes, I could regale her with our exploits," I grinned.

"What about Celine's happiness being the thing that matters most? Another lie?" she accused me.

"We could confront her together," I suggested. "I could explain that with you and I it was strictly carnal desire while she was the only one I have ever truly loved."

"That's another pathetic joke," Melissa grumbled.

"Celine might understand. She thinks you are very feminine - her words. I called you a sexy bitch," I exaggerated. She examined me for several seconds.

"You are a walking, talking gonad," Melissa looked away.

"Mrs. Harmon, you don't seem to mind when I'm pumping you full of my semen," I teased. "Perhaps we'll even have a child together."

"I'm not looking for a husband, Way," she said with a sense of deep longing and sadness.

She looked out over the pool as she said that so she could not read my facial expression. This was the Rubicon. There was an exclusive club of one who could use that name for me. I had to make a quick decision. I walked over to my Mother-in-Law, put a hand on her shoulder and kissed the top of her hat.

"I apologize, Melissa," I compassionately related. I went inside, flipped the proper switches in the fuse box and set to work. The replacement bulbs were in the pool house so all I had to do was strip down poolside and put on my swim suit - Melissa had carefully dropped the hint I would be at the pool today after all.

[...]

I was nine-tenths done when Melissa slipped into the shallow end of the pool and began to swim around. Since all the lights were ensconced in the wall right below the waterline, this wasn't a real challenging job (though my billing might suggest otherwise ... he-he). All I had to do was flip the bottom latch, pull out the old fixture, place the other one up into the air-trap sconce, pull of the wrapping and place the new lighting in.

Close the latch and I was done. The most difficult part was treading water in the deep end. Since I was on small ships when I wasn't on land duty in the Navy, I learned to swim and tread water as a matter of common sense, so this was no true problem. With the last fixture done, I swam over to Melissa.

She had put her hair up in a bun so it wouldn't get wet as she moved through the water. While she wasn't dogpaddling, she wasn't burning a path through the water either. When Melissa saw me coming her way, she backpedalled to the wall in the four foot deep section of the pool and faced me with only her head above water.

"I finished the pool lights," I murmured. "I'd like to get paid now."

"You should have negotiated that before you did the work, Simpleton," she sneered.

"You should have fixed a price before I presented you with the bill," I countered. "I'm getting impatient for that butt, Melissa. I'm going to love breaking your pristine, high-borne ass in."

"No Waylon," Melissa frowned. "My butt hurts. That's why I got in the pool; to ease my pain."

"That will pass," I leered. "Soon you won't be able to help yourself. You'll be rubbing that butt against me like the bitch in heat I know you secretly are. I can barely wait to have you on your hands and knees, looking back at me and begging for it."

"Are you drunk?" she mocked me.

"No, I'm addicted," I turned her words back on her. Melissa blushed yet tried to look furious.

"Well, it is not going to happen," she stated. "I have to see my doctor next week and I don't want to know what she'd think if she saw that I had been abused - down there."

"Tell your doctor you have become a sexually adventurous dynamo who likes to bring your younger lover to his knees on a regular basis," I advised her.

"You should spend more time on your knees in prayer," Melissa said, "you degenerate sinner."

"I plan to have us both on our knees," I smiled smugly. "You may be crying out to God, but we won't be praying."

"How can you possibly satisfy Celine after hounding me around every day?" Melissa grumbled as she turned away from me and made to leave the pool.

"Shit, Melissa," I raced after her. "You stoke my fires; you don't burn them out."

"I think you get off on humiliating me - spanking me and forcing me to lose control."

She was barely out of the pool when I caught up with her. I wrapped my arms around her stomach from behind and nibbled the crux of her neck and shoulder.

"Absolutely," I agreed. "Tying you up and forcing my cock into your cunt and down your throat has been one of my greatest dreams and exploits. Ever since you first insulted me, I've wanted to shut you up then make you howl."

"Really?" she whispered barely within my hearing.

"No," I responded with equal quiet, "though now it makes my dick painfully hard just thinking about it." Melissa pushed her ass against my crotch and rotated it around.

"You are always hard," Melissa actually became playful. "It is a deficiency of your kind."

"True," I shrugged. "You in that green and black number Wednesday had nothing to do with it - beyond guaranteeing I'd be hammering you all day long. Fuck it all; that was so sexy."

"Way, you are only saying that because you want to fuck me again," Melissa teased me.

"No and no. I don't care what you think of me and I'm going to nail you again no matter what," I bragged.

My right hand slid down to her crotch while my left cupped and fondled her left breast.

"What if I say 'no'?" she turned around while sticking close to me. "What if I resist - fight back?"

"That makes it all the sweeter, Mrs. Harmon," I grinned down at her lustfully. "I love you on your knees, sucking my cock while shooting me a venomous look because you know I've mastered you."

Melissa looked grumpy and stepped back from my grasp.

"Waylon Fielding, you have never mastered me," she insisted. My sensual reply was temporarily cut short.

"Melissa, you do realize your swimsuit is basically transparent when wet, right?" I informed her.

Apparently, she didn't. Her mouth gaped open then her face went blank. I was trying to reason her reaction out when my Mother-in-Law started bawling. I tried to reach out for her. She shook her head and backed up.

"Go," she sobbed. "Get out."

"No," I replied. "I'm not going to leave you like this."

"I don't want you here," she said through her tears.

"That's never stopped me before," I said as I took a half step forward. She allowed it.

"You can't help with this," she stated sincerely.

"Okay," I said after a moment's hesitation. "You dry off and let me get you inside then I'll go. Celine would kill me if she ever found out I abandoned you like this." I was going to tell Celine all about this. I couldn't tell Melissa that.

"I'm not in the mood," she insisted.

"No sex - I promise," I assured her. "You may not consider me family, but you are Celine's Mother and I am her husband, so I'm taking you inside for her sake." Melissa accepted that, toweled off slowly while I got dressed and tried to look everywhere else except at her body. Once inside, I prepared her some tea while she changed into Khaki shorts and a sleeveless white blouse with twin pockets.

"You can go, Waylon," she dismissed me as she fixed a cup of tea for herself.

"Okay," I answered and headed for the door.

"What? No threats, or snide remarks," she asked wearily.

"I want you full of fight, Melissa," I responded. "Coming at you like this isn't fair."

"I didn't think you were interested in fair play," Melissa showed off a tiny bit more fight.

"You are a prize worth fighting for, Mrs. Harmon," I smiled warmly. "When you finally become mine, you will have no excuses. You will know I've earned the pleasure."

"Goodbye," she said. I saw a faint, sad mile on her face as she went back to her tea. I knew it was time for me to go.

[...]

That evening it took all of ten seconds for my wife to figure out what was going on. She smacked the palm of her hand to her forehead for forgetting what day was coming up. Saturday was the eighth anniversary of her Father's death. There was no sexing up the wife that night. As we were getting ready for bed, I had this crazy idea.

I laid it out for Celine and she was aghast. Oh, she was pissed and thought I'd lost my mind too. She couldn't believe that I came up with something so perverse and plain wrong. We went to bed with her back to me. Around 2 a.m. she shook me awake. Celine asked me if I could pull it off, I said I could and she gave me her blessing which only proved insanity IS contagious.

(LATE FRIDAY EVENING)

I pulled back the covers on the far side of Melissa's bed and began to slide in. My Mother-in-Law was wearing a sleeping mask and a lavender nightie. She propped herself up on her elbows and reached for her mask. She was about to give whatever intruder dared to be there a serious piece of her mind.

"Missy," I said in a raspy voice, "I've missed you."

Melissa froze. Her hand at her mask hovered with indecision.

"What did you say?" Melissa whispered.

"Missy, I couldn't sleep. I apologize for waking you," I kept speaking with the voice of a dying man. For the longest time there was nothing. We hovered at a precipice from which there was no return.

"It is okay, Chuck," she addressed me softly. She took her hand away from her mask and slid across the bed to the middle so she could reach me on the far side. Chuck was her dead husband. Yes, I was playing her husband's ghost come to visit her on her cusp of his Death Day. That's why Celine thought I'd lost my mind when I first suggested it.

My idea wasn't totally unhinged from reality. After a long illness, Chuck Harmon ended up in the hospital. He appeared to be making a minor comeback, the family left his bedside to take a break and then Chuck lapsed into a coma overnight. He never recovered and died a week later. The family had never been able to make their final goodbyes.

Celine had told me all of this before we were married yet I had never referenced the pain Celine felt with what Melissa must have gone through - until Wednesday. There was one other insane part of the plan - my wife's addition - but I was more concerned with my current dilemma.

"Don't stress yourself," Melissa murmured to me. She peeled the sheets back from my body.

"You always take care of us," I reached out and stroked her shoulder. This was a gesture Celine had seen her Father repeat constantly with her Mother. Melissa soaked up my familiar familial touch.

"It is my pleasure, Mr. Harmon," Melissa grinned. She sidled next to my body, felt her way to my face and then kissed me on the lips.

My instinct was to French kiss ~ I had no idea if those two did that. Melissa gave my lips a tentative lick, so I matched it. A little tongue on contact was enough for her. She withdrew her kiss while remaining hovering over me. Her free hand's palm rubbed over my chest in slow circles, slowly going down and down until she touched my pubic hair.

"Missy," I pleaded.

"I don't want to rush things," Melissa purred. She started dragging her fingernails over my lower abdomen in a teasing, non-painful, manner. For me, the struggle was to keep my breathing ragged and rough. Melissa kept a blind watch over me for five minutes, slowly increasing my ardor with the simplest of actions.

Finally Melissa decided enough was enough with the teasing. She languidly slithered her hand down, under my boxer, to my cock and gave it a few strokes.

"Do you need a bit of coaxing?" she asked gently. I had to search my memories for a reply. I'd seen his video-Will and some home movies. Those were of little use when it came to this romantic/erotic stuff.

"If it is not too much of a problem," I tossed out there. Chuck referred to unspoken issues as problems, so I went with that. Melissa sniffled then gulped.

"It is never a problem, Chuck," she mused. "I am happy I can help." I didn't need a blowjob from Melissa to get me hard. I was already there. For Chuck, struggling with the pain and side effects of his medications, it had been a different matter.

She kissed her way down my chest, licked each nipple before working down my stomach to my pubic area. She stopped and sniffed. Melissa, her head right above my crotch, turned and 'looked' across my body at my face. I'd spritzed with a bit of what Celine told me was her Father's favorite cologne.

Melissa may have moved with some alacrity down my body, then reversed technique and quickly showed me she was going to make this fellatio last. My boxers went down to mid-thigh. After that, she started out with feather-weight kisses along my aroused helmet. It was nearly a minute before her tongue came out to play and even then it was only with brief flickers.

Her left hand, which had held my cock pointed straight up, began gently pumping my shaft. Melissa's next move was to wrap her lips around the edge of my glans. She let her tongue roll all over the vulnerable tissue then slowly brought her lips together, letting my head slowly slip out of her mouth.

"Missy," I moaned. I wanted her to go faster before I blew up somewhere beside in her.

"Hush, Chuck," Melissa purred. "I'll help out for as long as it takes." That translated to 'This was your idea to do this, so I'll play with you until I'm ready'. What Melissa didn't know was that I had dual distractions going on.

Celine was at her mother's bedroom door, watching this whole act play out. The plan, as edited by her, was that she would be here in case I needed someone to intercede with Melissa if things didn't go well. Things had definitely escalated. Throughout Melissa's performance, Celine had slunk away several times. Each time she came back, my wife was wearing less.

First the shoes and jeans went away. The t-shirt and bra followed. The panties got tossed and a wash cloth retrieved after the second time Melissa sucked my cockhead in. Celine was biting down on the rolled up terry cloth hand towel while she began to circling her pussy with three fingers. This had become an endurance contest with me being the sole person not in control of the speed of events.

Melissa gave a wicked twist of the lips when I involuntarily shivered. She gave my angry red head a break and began to lick up and down my shaft. She would lick on sections several times then twist her body so she could access a fresh stretch. I almost missed Celine sneaking in to take a closer look.

This was so unlike her and so terribly reckless. It was the visual stimulation which surpassed the verbal portrait I had created which drew Celine in. She had been a bit jealous of her Mother's oral technique. I hadn't meant that to happen, still I believed in telling my wife the truth. Melissa was giving her baby girl a fellatio lesson - she just didn't know it.

My cock was nice and slick by the time Melissa made a full circuit. The hand sliding up and down my organ felt like silk. I was breathing in rapid gasps and Melissa knew I was close. She grabbed the base of my penis and squeezed tight to drive back my climax. As a counterpoint, my Mother-in-Law turned her attention to my testicles.

Considering she had to find every part of my anatomy by touch, this may have been the most erotic moment of my life. Her fingers led most of her advances. With my nuts, it was by cheek, nose & tongue touch. She scooped up my first testicle with her tongue and sucked it into her mouth with the suction of her lips.

My dick got a vicious pinch over that one because I was on the verge of shooting off.

"Are you okay, Chuck?" Melissa asked seductively. "Do you want me to stop for a while?"

I wanted to say 'Hell no!' but ole Chuck would never do that.

"I'm okay, Missy," I groaned. "Do what you think is best."

Melissa crawled up my body after she absorbed my words. She straddled me on all fours, looking down at me for a moment then kissed me passionately. There was no probing tongues and I was okay with that. Melissa had been crying to the point the tears had soaked the lower part of her mask and streaked her cheeks with moisture.

"You complete me," I told her. "I never told you that enough."

"Ssshhh," Melissa put a finger to my lips as she choked back even more tears. "I love you, Chuck, and I miss you," she murmured. I haven't known much fear in my life, but I knew this was a terribly fragile moment for my Mother-in-Law and I seriously didn't want to tear this family apart.

Melissa returned her body to my left side, pivoted on her knees and began lavishing attention on my cock once more. She was more insistent and hungry for the connection a great blowjob provides. My Mother-in-Law was letting the glans slip passed her tongue to the back of her throat, bobbing up then taking incrementally more in.

Her spacious rear was turned my way and while I desperately wanted another go at that ass, there was no way that Chuck would have. It was 'filthy' and he didn't seem like the blue-blood who would deviate. I settled for running my hand along her thigh and pushing her nightie above her hips. From there, I let my hand run up and down her middle and lower back.

It seemed the safest thing to do. Melissa was constantly pinching the base of my penis now because my balls were screaming for release. Her other hand reached back and pulled the lavender silk nightwear up until it was bunched around her shoulders. This exposed her pendulous breasts to my touch.

I had to keep my horniness and heartbeat under control. I took my hand from her back, slipped around her side - which tickled her - and ran a smooth hand over her dangling mammary. Melissa murmured happily which was a great relief. Had Chuck avoid both these luscious ass cheeks and magnificent tits, I was going to dig up his grave and pimp slap him.

I tenderly massaged her dangling breast, taking the nipple in my palm and pressing up to her chest. Melissa wiggled her hips slightly to let me know I was on the right track. I weighed and subtly squeezed her breast and nipple.

"My breasts aren't too tender tonight, Chuck," Melissa breathed deeply. "You can more vigorous."

I answered that by pulling and pinching her nipple.

"Aaahhh," she murmured, "mmmm." The rest of her appreciative noises were lost as she wrapped up my cock within her mouth. She ceased being gentle and was letting her hunger show. My retaliation was low key; I used my free hand to reach across my body and stroke her calves with my fingertips.

I could make out Celine's heavy breathing. When Melissa stopped, I feared she had heard it too.

"Chuck, do you feel ready?" Melissa cooed.

"Missy, you make me feel wonderful as always," I mimicked Chuck's words.

Melissa crawled up my body once more was made even more erotic by her lowering her body and rubbing her hard nipples up my torso. The kissing this time was flirty and brief. She had other things on her mind and in her hand. As she rose up and away from me, she maneuvered my erection along her pussy lips and began to let it glide down.

She rode it down rapidly enough to elicit a grunt from both of us when she took my entirety in one move.

"Is everything okay?" Melissa panted.

"I'm fine Missy ... should we keep the noise down?" I moaned.

"Oh, don't be so mean," my Mother-in-Law laughed softly. "I'm not that bad."

"I meant me, Missy," I chuckled. "You know how good you are to me."

"Oh, now you are really being a beast," she mixed playfulness with tears. Melissa started with a tender, rocking motion.

Recalling what had transpired earlier, I put my hands on her thighs and gradually moved them up to her hips, along her sides and finally to her breasts. I weighed them, bounced them lightly in my hands and rubbed my fingers over her firmly aroused nipples. My erotic actions definitely encouraged her. Taking her nipples in between my thumbs and forefingers, I pulled them toward me.

I kept my tugging constant and insistent, allowing Melissa to dictate how much pain she endured and how close she let me draw her down. At the end of the journey, Melissa took my head in her hands and initiated one long kiss. I preferred a French kiss to be an aggressive dance of tongues and lips. The kiss with Melissa was a gentle, controlled affair which stressed my restraint.

As the kiss went on, she increased the length and power of her ride on my cock. Her orgasm crept up on both of us. At the last second, Melissa elevated until she was straight up, grinding her clit against my pelvis.

"Chuck," she gasped. I felt her thighs and belly trembled as she started crying out with her head looking straight at me.

My crotch was soaked, my Mother-in-Law was panting & sobbing as she tumbled onto my chest and my wife was desperately trying to get out of the room quickly before she had her own orgasm.

"Chuck, you didn't get any relief," Melissa mumbled.

"Missy, you know I'm feeling fine right now," I wheezed back. I wasn't that tired, but I though Chuck would be. She slid to my side while keeping a hand and her head on my chest for several more minutes. Celine was back, dressed and watching us by the time Melissa rolled back to her side of the bed.

"Good night," she sniffled. That was my cue to leave. I slid off the bed, straightened the sheets and padded for the door.

"I miss you," Melissa whispered. "Good bye, Chuck."

"I miss you too, Missy," I said over my shoulder. "Take care of the kittens for me."

The 'kittens' was his pet name for his daughters. Upon hearing that, Melissa put her face in her pillow and started wailing. I looked at me wife, clearly wondering how badly I had just fucked up. Celine took my hand and led me away. She waited while I dressed, remaining silent until we drove the car past the gate.

"That could have gone better," I sighed.

"What do you mean?" Celine sounded confused. "I think you did a wonderful job. We can never, ever talk about it with her yet I think you helped Mom face her grief and - I hope - move past it."

"Had I known how mentally draining this would be, I would have never suggested it," I mused.

"Hard work has never deterred you before, Way," Celine grinned.

"Speaking of hard," I leered at my wife. She laughed.

"No problem, Honey," she snickered. "We don't have to be at the cemetery until ten. That gives me plenty of time to pamper you."

(SATURDAY)

I was still mental and physically exhausted when my wife and I arrived at the Harmon family plot. Kerry and Sonny were right behind us while Melissa was already there. This was not the first time I had done this, so I knew the rules. Sonny and I hung back about fifteen feet while the Harmon women gathered in front of Chuck Harmon's headstone.

Sonny and I had not been part of the family at Chuck's death so Melissa didn't want us guys crowding his sacred spot of earth and stone. At the proscribed time of Mr. Harmon's death, my Mother-in-Law laid a dozen orchids at the base of the grave. Kerry next laid a single orchid on the top of the headstone, to the left. Celine put hers on the opposite side.

Sonny seemed bored and kept looking at his watch as if what time it was mattered on when we left. The only thing that counted was when Melissa released our wives. I was caught off-guard when Melissa twisted at the hip and motioned Sonny to come forward and join Kerry. Inviting him was bizarre; motioning for me to come forward bordered on the inexplicable.

Sonny was clearly stunned to immobility. Though surprised, I at least had the presence of mind to not be caught standing around like an idiot. I quickly joined Celine while Sonny slunk up to Kerry like a chastised schoolboy. No words were spoken. Even our dismissal was done in silence, achieved by the expedient of Melissa walking away.

(THE NEXT DAY)

While no one went to Melissa's that Saturday, we did gather at her mansion on Sunday afternoon after church services. I excused myself to go get my phone from the car (it was in my pocket). As I exited the room, Melissa excused herself to the bathroom. I doubled back and nailed her going through the bathroom door. Now, if she really had to pee, or poop, I was in trouble.

"Have you lost your damn mind?" she growled at me. I yanked her jacket down (she was in a skirt, blouse and jacket combo) until her arms were pinned. I pushed her toward the toilet seat. I got her there - just not before she drove her shoe heel into my big toe. I was lucky she missed the bridge of my foot.

"What is my daughter feeding you that keeps you this horny all the time," she sneered, "or did you chew the lead paint off the walls as a baby?"

"That's bullshit," I seethed back. "You keep thrusting those boobs forward and shaking that ass and you blame me? You are as responsible for my addiction as I am."

"Stop making excuses," she growled back. "Be a Man for once." She emphasized her argument by grinding her ass against my crotch. I gave that scrumptious section of her anatomy a good spank then lurched for the door. I got it locked and got back to her though not before she shrugged off her jacket and took a deep breath as if to scream.

I clamped my hand over her mouth, pushing her back over the toilet seat backwards. Melissa had to throw her arms back to stop us both from falling over which allowed me to regain some control of the situation. I could feel her trying to bite my hand without much success. Using a hand towel nearby, I was able to switch out my hand to muffle her before she could shout out.

That accomplished, I spun her around and bent her over the toilet again. This time I pressed my left palm down hard on her shoulder blades strong enough to force Melissa to use both arms to keep her from being forced face first into the toilet's unused water. I put my right hand on the hem of her knee length skirt and slowly worked it up.

Melissa made this urgent growling noise. Undoubtedly she wanted me to speed things up. I wasn't going to play it remotely safe this time. Once above the stockings, I leaned down and began kissing the exposed back of her thighs. This necessitated my removing most of the pressure on Melissa's back. She didn't take advantage of the situation.

Instead of taking off her cream-colored, silk, full-back panties, I kissed my way over them. She was getting so sexually frustrated she missed my pulling my left hand down to join my right in massaging her butt cheeks. When Melissa gave a muffle groan, I began to kiss her tailbone and tenderly rub her gusset.

By the way Melissa was gyrating her hips, I reasoned she thought we were getting warmed up. I upped my pace on her gusset, used my thumb to push her undies into her crack over her anus and began spanking each ass cheek with growing intensity. I got her close - real close. Melissa was nose-breathing like a locomotive. Her thighs started to tremble.

"That was fun," I informed her as I stood. As I walked over and unlocked the door, Melissa yanked the towel out of her mouth and spun around.

"Get back here right now, or I'll have you killed by nincompoops less competent than you," she hissed.

"Oh, I love it when you talk dirty, you over-privileged slut," I grinned.

"Damn it - Way, don't leave me like this," she snarled in a pleading fashion.

"I'll make it up to you tomorrow, but you'll have to do something for me first," I offered.

"Grrr," she clearly didn't like either part of this discussion - having to wait until tomorrow and that our sex was conditional. "What do you want?"

"I want to have lunch at my place tomorrow with Celine," I told her.

"And - there is always an 'and'," she studied me. I could tell she was intrigued. Our sex had gone beyond carnal rutting.

"You are going to confide in her that you have a new boyfriend," I informed her. "Include the part about you having sex ~ I leave the details up to you. Obviously there will be no name to this mysterious suitor."

"You have got to be kidding me," Melissa stared at me intently as she straightened out her skirt. She wasn't saying 'no'. I smiled devilishly. "You want me to describe to my daughter - your wife - the affair we are having. You are a total deviant."

"I'm not done yet," I grinned.

"After you are done, I want you to swing back around to my place after five minutes. Using this key," I brandished my spare house key, "you are going to go in and pick up whatever you forgot ... then go back home." Melissa was a smart cookie. She stepped up and tore the key from my hand. She knew what was going to happen.

I was going to catch her in my house, we were going to get into one hell of a row and after a spirited defense by Melissa, I was going to fuck her good and hard.

"What will your neighbor's think when I start screaming?" Melissa was definitely horny.

"They aren't going to help you, Melissa," I leered. "You know my kind." Poor people, that is. "We screw around on our spouses all the time," I glared. "Maybe they'll think I'm slapping you around for being a mouthy bitch. They'll know you are nothing, but another hash mark in my Little Black Book, so it's no big deal."

"I'll make sure to bring my stun gun, Bastard," she sneered back.

"Did we have a discussion about you, me and that device?" I teased. Melissa's lip curled with lust. She placed both hands on her stomach.

"Yes, I recall that," she began moving her hands down. "Something about you never getting to touch this," her hands graced her crotch, "ever again," she finished brushing her upper thighs.

"Yeah," I gulped. "You - stun gun. Got it." Melissa's whole body seemed to glow with tantric energy. She was loving our little game.

"Just like a dog," she mused. "You are trainable after all. Good boy," she purred. "I'll teach you to be a proper husband yet."

Strangely enough, she really was helping me be a better husband. Celine and I had never been more enamored with one another, more in love, or more trusting. I left first while Melissa finished her toiletry duties. Celine and I avoided letting the sniping of Kerry and Sonny get to us. Once out of there, it took me all of ten seconds for me to tell Celine my plan and get her to agree with it.

See, I needed Melissa gone for those five minutes so that Celine could drive half way around the block, park her car and get back to our place. She'd hide in the closet while I nailed her Mother on our bed. We were way, way past the normal husband - wife - mother-in-law relationship and there was no going back.

(TIDAL SHIFTS)

That was pretty much my life for the next two weeks. I was having sex with Melissa four times a week. Per plan, I nailed her in my bed, repeatedly, while the wife watched. I also hammered Melissa one more time, in the shower, when we were cleaning up. OH, how Melissa bit, bitched, kicked and complained.

I tore off her shirt so I had to reach into the closet, past the wife, to get her one of Celine's to wear. I 'lost' her bra too. Seeing Melissa wedge those fat titties into Celine's smaller cup size was erotically amusing. Her daughter's shirt stretched over Melissa's chest was equally appealing though my Mother-in-Law complained that she looked like a streetwalker.

I immediately asked her 'how much for a blowjob'. She hit me then informed me it was more than I could afford. I grabbed her wrist - I'd taped them in front of her at the start of my 'attack' then re-taped them when she put the shirt on - yanked her close and threatened to slip her into one of Celine's miniskirts, take her down to 'that' part of town and make her earn cab fare home.

After she realized the futility of trying to kick me, Melissa offered me a blowjob - so that Celine wouldn't be mortified by coming home and finding her there - of course. I told her I wanted a lap dance instead. She didn't know how. That didn't save her because I did. There is a whole segment of the stripper industry devoted to seamen (and/or semen) and I'd been a sailor during my sexually formative years.

I talked her through it. Never before had I experienced a 'lady' give in to her lusts so much while insulting me and telling me how much she despised the activity. Translation: I was going to force her to do it again, or Melissa would get truly pissed with me. Melissa had barely exited when Celine pinned me to the door and raped me.

Sure, she's my wife and I love her, but she never actually asked me if I wanted sex, or that much more sex. I doubted things would have gone well for me if I had refused. I'm bigger and stronger while she was a woman possessed. All I could say was I was happy she'd masturbated continuously in the closet. Otherwise the sex might well have killed me.

On our next encounter, I kidnapped Melissa from her study, carried her over my shoulder to her Gardener's shed and orally and vaginally abused her for an hour and a half. Then I left her there bound up and gagged for ten minutes, making her deeply suspicious her scumbag Son-in-Law had abandoned her. I returned and made her suck my cock to one more serious ejaculation for her freedom. The look she gave me was so worth it.

A few days later I threw her behind the sofa in another room and ravaged her. The extra-special moment was Edna coming into the room and calling out for Melissa. I had my hand over Melissa's mouth, steadily fucking her doggy style while Edna was less than eight feet away. The moment Edna left, I grabbed Melissa by both hips and slammed away taunting her about how much she was my whore.

Melissa's orgasmic howl moments later brought her housekeeper back into the room. We were both holding our breaths. Edna muttered something about 'this old house' then left again. The Mother-in-law beat and slapped at me for two minutes after I let her turn around. She was pissed and highly freaking sexually excited at the same time. Stunningly, she asked me if I really had to leave right at that moment. Sadly, I actually have to fill my work orders each day.

That Sunday Kerry and Sonny were extra needy/vigilant, so Melissa didn't get any weekend nookie. When Celine and I left, Melissa looked ready to spit nails too.

[...]

Monday, I spilled my ice tea on her. She had to go to her bedroom to change. When I snuck up on her, Melissa was naked. I wasn't sure how I had gotten her panties wet, or maybe she was going for a complete ensemble change. No matter - it was on to the bed we went.

I made her do the work on this outing. She rode me hard, I suckled, nibbled and chewed on her bountiful teats and breasts until she cried. I stifled her cries and moans by constant full-contact kisses. I drove my thumb up her ass. When she started to adjust to that, I switched up with two fingers. Her rapture was obvious.

In the afterglow, Melissa lay on top of me. My spent cock was still partially inside her vagina, she was running one fingernail over my nipple and was making pleasurable little sighs. This was definitely not what I expected. If Melissa was becoming emotionally attached to me things would get complicated fast.

"Way, I need to tell Celine what has been going on between us," she informed me.

"When?" I asked.

"What? You are not going to try and talk me out of it," she propped herself up until our faces were only inches apart.

"Melissa, you are one of the strongest willed, most stubborn women I've ever had the privileged to know. I'm not going to waste my breath by attempting to change your mind."

"I expected for you to be more upset," her gaze hardened.

"I knew this day would come the moment I decided to come back that second time," I informed her. "You proved to me you loved Celine as much as I do. That means you couldn't cheat on her forever," I added.

"Damn it, Way," a sad playfulness returned to Melissa's face. "Why can't you live down to my expectations occasionally?"

"Pussy," I grunted like a caveman. "Pussy - too damn good." I grabbed to rich handfuls of her ass and squeezed them strongly.

"You are a beast," she snickered. My cock was rebounding inside of her as well.

"So, when are you going to tell her?" I repeated.

"Give me some time to choose the moment," Melissa mused. "I don't want to mess her up in a major case, but I don't want to wait too long." She hesitated for what seemed like a minute. "We need to stop seeing each other until this gets resolved."

"I don't think so, M," I growled hungrily. "Since I may never get another taste of you once you do this, I'm going to take you every chance I get."

"Damn it, you sex fiend," she tried to sound angrier than she was. "I will take full responsibility for our affair. Isn't that enough?"

"I don't want you to lie to her," I started grinding into her. "Tell her the first time was mostly you then I was the one who kept coming back for more."

"Tell her I lust after you, that I take you when and wherever I can. Tell her I find you to be sexy, fuckable and oh so sweet to taste. You keep trying to fight me off and I take you anyway," I instructed her.

"She'll hate you," Melissa moaned as she began rocking her hips to match my thrusts.

"You keep underestimating your sex appeal, Melissa," I coaxed her.

"I don't think she'll appreciate that argument," she panted. "I lured you in and you became addicted to sex with her Mother - not a good argument to present at all."

"We do it together Wednesday," I suggested. "Both admit to our part in this relationship."

"What good will it do to have her hate us both?" she moaned.

"She loves us both," I assured her even as our bodies started slapping together with a wet, fleshy sound. "Have some faith in her to know we both still care for her deeply."

"Deeply - aaahhh," she exhaled. "This is another reason to hate you."

"Really?" I mused.

"This cock - I'm going to miss it," she smiled, wrapped in a sexual daze.

"You haven't escaped me yet," I growled as I thrust up.

"Oh, is that what you think?" Melissa gasped. "From my view looking down on you, I'm the one who hasn't finished with you yet."

Melissa loved those interchanges so much she physically rebounded from her mental turmoil and rode me hard until she finally collapsed atop me, sweaty yet content in her post-orgasmic bliss. She grunted when I spanked her proffered ass then snarled when I poked her flank with her bedside phone. I pushed it between her open thighs and parted her soaked labia. I moved it up and down instead of in and out. Still, the effect was the same.

Melissa rested her head on the pillow and shut her eyes as she concentrated on the sensation of her already stimulated pussy being teased yet again. She made this murmuring noise and wiggled her hips slightly yet wasn't too disturbed when I removed the phone's antenna from her twat. She was surprised when I push it against her 'upper' lips.

She kept her lips tightly shut, regarding me harshly.

"Clean it, or it goes in your ass and I'll make you clean it anyway," I threatened her. After a second, she taunted me by raising her ass up invitingly. As I arched my eyebrows over this clear dare, Melissa seized the antenna in her lips and began to suck it between her lips.

I took up her offer of her ass, running my free hand over both cheeks and down to her anus.

"Stop that, Reprobate," she muttered. This time there was barely any resistance to my forefinger sinking into her rectum. Melissa's eyes half-shuttered as I worked my way in. She was starting to chew on the plastic tip then I worked a second digit inside.

Melissa closed her eyes and grimaced in pain. I pumped my fingers with increasing vigor until she began panting and moaning sensually. When I came at her with the third finger I could feel Melissa relax her sphincter as much as possible, easing her acceptance of the increased intrusion. This time the pain lasted only a few seconds.

"Wednesday I'm taking your ass, Mrs. Harmon," I promised fiercely. "I'm going to hammer you until you squeal for mercy."

"Ah, ah, ah - I'm going to - have to - shoot you to stop you," Melissa panted.

"Before, or after I take your anal virginity?" I whispered.

"After," she whispered back. Less than a minute later, she released the antenna, pressed her face into her pillow and screamed out her ecstasy. I loved the way her ass and thighs vibrated from the energy of her orgasm. Before heading to the bathroom to clean up, I kissed her on the shoulder. When I came out two minutes later, I saw that Melissa had rolled onto her side, facing me.

I was frozen in place, soaking in the view. She was reclining on her left side, propping up her head with her left forearm. Her right hand lay upon her side and stomach when I first appeared then languidly moved her to her sagging right breast. It wasn't lost on me that while the left breast was squeezed down on the bed and the right tit was piled on top of the left, they both retained their distinct firmness and distinct shape.

Melissa lifted her bountiful mammary up then coaxed her fingers to her nipple and pinched it between her thumb and forefinger. She was stoking my lust and exulting in it. Her hand left her breast, migrated over her stomach and to her hip. At the same time, she began drawing her right leg up until her knee blocked my view of her pubic mound. Melissa's hand continued down along the curve of her buttock then along her thigh before returning to her stomach.

"Don't you have somewhere else you need to be?" she regarded me seductively.

"You are positively Rubenesque," I murmured. Melissa looked surprised.

"I wouldn't have believed you knew that word, much less what it meant," she teased. I took a step toward her. "Work - now," Melissa pointed toward the door, "or no more of this."

To taunt me she rolled her hips so that she was belly down with her upper body still half-turned toward me. She ran that evil right hand over her hip to her ass and gave it a light tap. I stared, growled, clenched and unclenched my fists. She guided her fingers to the cleft of her ass while keeping a steady gaze on me. I gave one last tremble of lust then stormed out of the room to the sound of her soft laughter in my ears. How our Worlds had turned ...

TO (HOPEFULLY) BE CONTINUED ...