Elizabeth's Son-in Law Day 01

Editor's note: this fictional work contains scenes of completely fictional incest or fictional incest content.

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I always address Her as 'Elizabeth'. Only her friends call Her 'Beth' or 'Liz'. When I first Married Elsa, her grandmother was Matriarch, but she's in a full care retirement home now. When Elizabeth steps down, or passes, my Elsa will become Matriarch. When our daughters grow up and marry, their husbands will be introduced to the Matriarchy.

Elizabeth will be sixty three Tuesday. I know this, because as husband of Her oldest daughter, every year I take a week of vacation time to serve Her on Her birthday week.

Sunday morning, right after breakfast Elsa inspected me to make sure there wasn't a single body hair on me, and that my cock was securely caged. She cleaned my chest with rubbing alcohol, then glued my 'D' cup boobs to it.

Before he died, Elsa's father got the same 'treatment'. No 'men' are allowed in the Matriarch's home during Her birthday week.

I am blessed with a thick head of light brunette hair, and no male pattern baldness. Starting in August I have my stylist cut my hair longer, so by Her birthday, the end of November, it's long enough to style in a feminine way. Today I brush it back into a pony tail, held by a pink scrunchie.

I wear my pink bra and sissy boy pouch panties. Natural panty hose and four inch spike heel, pinkish beige pointed toe pumps. My dress is a pink floral print, long sleeve modest collar line two inched below the knee, full skirt number.

Elsa looks stunning in a similar style dress in a hunter green.

"Bye Daddy!" I hug and kiss our little angels as Elsa puts on her grey fox bomber jacket.

"See you next Sunday. Be good girls for Mommy."

They grew up knowing 'daddy' was sometimes a 'mommy'. Especially when we went to Grandma Spencer's.

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Elisabeth greets us at the door of her sprawling ranch style house.

"Where are my grandbabies?"

"One of Beth's friend has them going to Sunday School."

"Mm, well. just don't let them get radicalized."

"Don't worry, Mum. We talk to them about it later."

"Time for coffee, then?" To me, "You, take your bags to the spare room and change. "Come dear, coffee's hot."

Elsa pulls down the zipper on the back of my dress and smacks my tush. "Way you go, dear. Don't keep mother waiting."

Elizabeth had laid out my black satin maid's dress and matching cuffs on the bed. Also there were the extreme spike locking black ankle straps with the eight inch hobble chain attached.

I found Elsa and Elizabeth at the kitchen table. The five little gold padlocks were lined up in a row.

"Come, turn." She pulled my dress's zipper up and locked it. "Wrists." She padlocked a twelve inch chain, to both secure it, and lock my wrist cuffs.

"Bring the step stool." I fetched it from the broom closet by the door to the garage, and climbed to it's top. She locked on my shoes with the last pair of padlocks.

"You can start with the dishes." I got down and started my chores.

"OK Mother. By the time the girl get home from school, and I get them ready, it'll probably be close to five by the time we get here for your birthday dinner." Then, without so much as a 'goodby' to me, Elsa left.

Elizabeth looked elegant, as always, In a smoky blue, slim, below her knees, skirt, and a short puff sleeve ruffle front powder blue satin blouse. On Her feet were sky blue pointed toe two inch heel pumps.

She returned from seeing Elsa to the door with her three foot carbon fiber switch and a soft pink silicone ball gag in her left hand.

"Open up." he shoved the rubbery ball into my mouth and secured it's straps.

"Pull down your panties and assume the position."

I lay boobs down across the kitchen table. I felt her lift the hem of my dress and my crinolines and hold them gently to the small of my back.

'Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap!'

I screamed into the ball gag, then lay there whimpering.

"Get back to work. Tell me when you've finished cleaning the kitchen."

I pulled my panties back up and got to work.

I served her lunch. Then she removed my gag and let me have my lunch. She kept me housekeeping until mid afternoon, when she locked me into my bedroom.

She came for me at suppertime and let me join her for the meal she had prepared. She started a conversation just like nothing was unusual about dining with me in my maid's dress, wrists chained together and hobbled. Then out of nowhere she said. "So. Elsa tells me you're straight, other than the dresses."

Blush. "Yes Elizabeth."

" Never been a cocksucker?"

"No, Elizabeth."

"Really? I always figured you for a faggot knob gobbler that went both ways.

"Darren (Her late husband) did, you know. He'd tell me he hated it, but his cock would be hard as marble after he finished.

"Good times. We'd pick up a stud and he'd do us both. One time we rented a place in Jolly Harbour, Antigua. Peter was a black god! Hard smooth body, big black cock.

"I tied Darren's elbows behind his back, he'd be down on his knees, Peter would stand and shove his cock into Darren;'s mouth. I'd lay back and finger myself as he sucked Peter off.

"Then Peter would fuck me hard. He could go and go. I'd glance over at Darren, still on his knees, Peter's cum dribbling down his chin, tears running down his cheeks. So good."

When I finished cleaning up after dinner, Elizabeth unlocked all the padlocks, pulled down my dress's zipper and locked me in my bedroom.

I changed into my 'comfort clothes' after me shower. An ankle length, short puff sleeve pink satin nighty.