Somehow after that night with Tony, things went back to normal in the house. Mathew still stared at her every now and again as did Vincent, but that was no different to how it had been before they had forced themselves on her. In many ways, both men were even nicer to her now and she was feeling much happier about it. Surprisingly, even her mother-in-law was treating her better.
The only thing that hadn't changed though was Tony's lack of time for her. Lack of time and lack of skill in making her cum. Sure he had stuck it into her, but he always came before she had a chance to get her release. Even thinking about Mathew's long hard cock when her husband fucked her couldn't get her off. She was back to feeling so frustrated sexually.
It was the summer vacation when Tony announced he had to go on a business trip. Steph wasn't pleased as she had thought that they could take the kids on a short trip somewhere. She brightened up a little when she learnt that Vincent was taking his family to the coast and that her kids were invited as well. Her happiness turned to disappointment when she heard that her Mother-in-law was going as well and there wasn't enough space in the van.
"Anyway," Her mother-in-law had said, "Someone needs to cook for Dad."
And that was that. All the decisions in her life were always made by Tony's family. She never got to do what she wanted.
"Why can't she stay and cook for him?!" Steph yelled at Tony one evening, in the quiet of their room. "Why cant I go with our kids? Why does she always have to go? "
Tony was taken aback by Steph's unexpected outburst. Tony tried to explain that his mother had to go along to help look after Vincent's youngest child and that the kids needed time to bond with their cousins. He went on to say that his mother did so much for them that she deserved a break. All the things that Stephanie really didn't want to hear.
The first few days alone with Mathew went quite normally. He spent a lot of time out and only came home later at night. Stephanie was lying in bed, reading her Cosmopolitan magazine when she heard Mathew. .
"Steph!" he called from the front room. "Stephanie!"
The sound of his voice made her tense up. She detected a slight slurring of her name and she figured her father-in-law had been drinking. She decided to ignore him, hoping he would think her asleep and that he would leave her alone and get what he wanted himself.
She heard his footsteps coming down the hall and before she realized it, he appeared in the doorway, a half-smile half-frown plastered on his face. "So there you are," he muttered, "Why didn't you answer me?"
"I -- I didn't hear you... S- sorry."
Mathew leered at her, his eyes looking her up and down, drinking in the sight of her lying in bed wearing a think beige nightdress. The covers hid her from the waist down but he could see her nipples teasing the sheer fabric.
"What do you mean you didn't hear me?" he demanded.
Steph didn't anwer him but asked a question of her own. "What are you doing here in my room?"
Mathew sneered. "Your room? This is MY house remember. I own every room in the house. Matter of fact, I own EVERYTHING in this house!"
Stephanie gulped and pulled the covers higher over her.
"And anyway, Stepanie girlie, it's not like I haven't been in your room before." Mathew chuckled. "Remember the last time I was here?"
As he spoke, he moved slowly toward her, unbuttoning his shirt.
The magazine in Steph's hand began trembling.
"Stay away from me," she whispered. "Please. I don't want anything more to do with you."
"But I do," he said with a grin. "and we both know what fun you can be."
He laughed as he fished out something from his pocket. It was the pair of panties she had been wearing yesterday. He brought up the pale blue lacy garment to his nostrils and sniffed deeply. Watching him smell her panties excited her but she fought the emotion.
Mathew unbuckled his belt and dropped his pants. "I been smelling your panties rather often girlie. Your scent just gets me so hard. Yesterday these panties were wet. Simply Soaking! Were you thinking of me then?" he laughed.
"N-No! I wasn't!" Steph cried out, almost embarrassed at how lewd Mathew was acting. "Please. Please just leave me alone.."
"Leave you alone? That's horseshit and you know it."
"No! Get out! Please!!" Steph whined, hurling the magazine at him and then jerking the covers up to her chin. "If you so much as touch me, I'll scream."
"And who's going to hear you Stephie? Why are you Shivering baby? Cold? Excited maybe? I just bet you love seeing this old man smelling your nasty panties."
Mathew didn't even have to duck as the magazine hadn't even reached him but just hit the floor. He watched Steph's eyes as they followed the path of his hands as he tugged down his shorts and allowed them to slide down his old but strong legs.
An involuntary gasp escaped Steph's lips. She didn't want to look at his exposed cock but she couldn't seem to look away. His huge schlong was in a state of semi-erection, yawning lazily to one side and drooping slightly. Below it dangled the wrinkled, hair-covered skin bag containing his walnut-sized testicles. Absently the tip of her tongue touched her upper lips at its midpoint.
"You like it don't you?" he chortled. "Much bigger than that son of mine could ever get it, isn't it!"
"No, damn you!" she spat. "Next to you, it's the ugliest thing I ever saw!" But she was lying and they both knew it. Her pussy juices were starting to seep out of her and her nipples tightened. God help me, she thought, it does look good to me!
