Never lie to ex-GF's sweet mom.
Dumped boy talks honestly with his "almost" mother-in-law.
##### To the Reader. This tale contains very slight hints of the use of handcuffs between two consentient adult lovers and a little tad of Gentle Femdom very soft. So please don't read it if that bothers you, feel free to devote the time to other more interesting tales.
My contribution to the 2022 Halloween contest; if you liked it, leave a constructive comment, please. ######
Intro.
"I will lick your pussy for hours. Oh, my goddess... I want to give you an unforgettable oral orgasm, and you know I'm not lying."
She smiled at me and replied "Sean, dear boy, I will allow you to lick and eat, and maybe even make me orgasm, but right after that, I want you to screw me without any respect, and fill my womb with your cum: and you know I'm not lying."
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Chapter 1. The vial.
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It was the night before Halloween. I was invited to dinner by my girlfriend's parents: they were divorced but had remained friends, or so they said, and they spent the holidays together: Halloween, Thanksgiving, Xmas, taking different paths only on Valentine's Day (because he had to go on the hunt for new female prey).
I was just a poor student in his twenties, with a lot of problems. Now I'm walking toward an elegant dinner, and yet I didn't know how to bring a suitable present to my host family.
The father was a famous plastic surgeon, very rich; the mother taught Chemistry at the university, had many patents for important inventions, and was said to be descended from a family of European noble marquises. The mother, grey hair and grey eyes, she had very polite manners, but had never boasted of aristocratic titles.
And my girlfriend, Mary, blond-haired, blue-eyed, tall, and slender, was distinctly out of my league, and I couldn't fathom why she had asked me to be her boyfriend. Oh, well, she was complex because a pinky nail on her right toe was slightly crooked, but nobody's perfect, right? I just couldn't understand why she wanted to date with me: I was just a normal ordinary guy, kind and good, but nothing else.
Is it enough in this world, to be just kind and good, to make a woman fall in love? Or is it always necessary to be the Alpha Wolf of the Pack?
As I was deep in my doubts a hand grabbed my elbow and a voice said:
"Hey you, Boy! Wait for a moment. I sell the present you need."
Strange, I had walked down that street countless times because my girlfriend's mother often invited me to dinner: like a good cook, she would stay strictly downstairs in the kitchen, while the two of us had some sex in her daughter's room upstairs.
But I had never noticed that stall and that lady with the pointy nose and greenish skin, who spoke to me in a hoarse voice. "Here's the present you need! I know you are a sincere guy, but this is the Elixir of Sincerity."
"I'm sorry I don't have the money to pay for it."
"I knooooow! I know all about you, you poor little sincere boy. I just need a hair of yours, I could even steal it [and with a two-finger gesture he hinted to take a hair from my jacket] but it acquires more power if offered voluntarily."
"Madam, seriously, I just don't have the time..."
"I knooooow! Here's the elixir. If you give me a hair we're even."
He placed a glass (or crystal) vial with a crystal stopper in my hand. It contained an emerald green liquid: probably white wine with a chlorophyll dye. But a hair was less expensive than the few dollars in my pocket. I grabbed a hair between my thumb and forefinger, pulled and gave it to my Benefactress.
A cloud of white steam came out of the sidewalk (it happens often, near restaurants) and covered the view. Afterward, the lady was gone, along with the stall. As in Portobello Road.
The vial had remained. It was probably useless but the crystal might have looked like an ornament. I shrugged my shoulders and walked slowly toward the house where I was expected for dinner.
Chapter 2. "Dinner is ready!"
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Her mother opened the front door for me, spreading her lips in a sincere smile. "Thank you for coming, Sean dear, I couldn't have lasted with those two quarrelsome people a moment longer." She hugged me and placed a kiss on my forehead. She wore a fine dress and perfumed nicely.
"Good evening, Madame Andersson," I replied as politely as I could. "you look even more elegant this evening," Her grey, sweet eyes smiled at me before her lips.
"Don't be silly, dear, I'm just a mature woman whom her husband abandoned to run after young chicks. Maybe I was beautiful in my twenties, but after I gave birth, the greying blond hair, and after the surgeons removed my left breast..."
"Not true, madame: you are always charming."
She gently took the vial from my hands. It was at least 6 inches long. "What did you bring, dear? Is it a bottle of wine, an aperitif?"
"I wouldn't want to lie just to a person who is an expert in Chemistry. I'm afraid it's just a mixture without any taste, but they sold it to me as the 'Elixir of Sincerity' [I made the air-quotes gesture] but I really..."
"Ah! Sincerity! My dear ex-husband and your pretty girlfriend don't even know what the word means!" Madam called the two bad subjects to the table, pouring the contents of the vial into the goblets. "Dinner is ready! And Sean dear has brought us an aperitif to drink!"
My girlfriend and her father arrived together. They both were red in the face and sweaty as if they were fighting fiercely. He had his tie undone and she had a lock of sweaty hair stuck to her forehead. They sat down without greeting me: he grunted, and she nodded her chin at me as if to say, "I saw you, but I'm too angry to talk."
With an imperious gesture, Madam Andersson intimated the two disputants to sit down at the table, as if they were two ruffled children. "Let's all drink together: cheers!"
We all drank in silence.
I was slower because I wanted to savor that moment: and I looked at Madam Andersson, saying nothing.
My girlfriend and her father had drunk the shot all in one go: they put the glass down and said, without any restraint:
"I would like to spank your little bratty ass!"
" I would love for you to do that, but while my new boyfriend Chad is filming you, so then we go to his father who is a rich lawyer, and take away all the money you earn!"
I still had my mouth on the goblet.
I had already taken the first sip, but I was about to choke hearing those words.
Meanwhile, I heard Madam Andersson say, "You two are the same, father and daughter. I know it, I've always known it.
This is my house, mine alone: and I order you, dear ex-husband, to speak no more: not a word.
As for you, young lady, I love you too much to give you orders, but Mary, honey, if you were honest with Sean, you would leave him, because we all know you don't love him. I, at least, have been aware of this for quite some time."
Too many emotions. I drank my cup all the way down. I didn't want to say anything. But against my will, my mouth said. "Me too, even I know that Mary doesn't love me."
Mary was blushing. The position of her chin on her chest was that of someone who would like to keep a secret, but the words that escaped her mouth were (for the first time) sincere. "Forgive me, Sean. I was only dating you to piss off my father. He wanted a rich man for me, and I had chosen you precisely because you are so poor. Actually. Not forever: just now in the moment. Oh, yes, I know you'll earn money after graduation, but now you're poor, and I always have to pay for movies and dinners, and I can't take it anymore. I want to dump you, Sean. I would like you to forgive me, but honestly, I don't want to do anything to get your forgiveness. Selfish? Like my father: it must be genetic, run in the family."
Madam Andersson intervened. "Mary, let me say something I have been thinking for years. I do not judge you, but I must observe that you are very similar to your father right here. He too used sex as a weapon of blackmail and as a tool for his strategies: he's cheated on me with so many young women, I've lost count. He too had no qualms about using others. Hey: I must admit, the 'Elixir of Sincerity' is quite a bomb!
Mary, daughter: I don't judge you, but sincerely -- today I feel particularly sincere -- I have to tell you that it's not fair for you to ruin poor Sean's youth.
I don't accept that you make poor Sean suffer. I am your mother: although I cannot give you orders, I can remind you of the basic rules of good manners, at least as long as you live under my roof.
And yes, Sean, though I never say it, this house is mine, inherited from the Marquis De la Fayguette, and this new rich surgeon would be dirt poor if he hadn't married me, just for the money I inherited."
Mary huffed but there was a strange gleam in her eyes. "All right! I confess. I always cheated Sean with others guys, and Chad is just the last one. I never told Sean this, just as I never told him anything truthfully. I may start now: Sean, sincerely, I want to dump you. You are free. Fuck whoever you want."
Mary stood up. Her nipples were stiff under her blouse. She stretched out her hand to reach for her father's. With exaggerated sass, she spoke truthful words that nevertheless sounded strange in the mouth of a dutiful daughter. "Dear Surgeon, Dad, would you be so kind as to accompany me with your luxurious car? I would like to get out of this house and dine elsewhere, the situation becomes more awkward for me with every passing minute. I am not used to being so sincere, this Elixir will drive me crazy!"
The father looked at his ex-wife with some awe, then, as with a gesture she excused them both from honoring the dinner prepared especially for her guests, he replied with sincere arrogance (and almost excessive experience: was he new to the such practice? I couldn't ask). "My expensive European car, which I bought with money from my hard work as a Plastic Surgeon (this sentence is sincere, and yet, is not appreciated here), is at your complete disposal, young lady."
Mary gritted her teeth with anger and lust and hissed, furious: "Agreed." And father and daughter ran out the front door, grabbing two coats and running away from our dinner.
Chapter 3 "I feel sorry for you."
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The two of us were left alone in front of all those trays full of cooked dishes.
The woman who until two minutes before I considered as if she was (almost) my mother-in-law said "I honestly feel sorry for you, Sean dear. I know you're very poor, and I've always tried to get you to eat as much as possible here in my house, to feed you as best I could. But you didn't deserve a selfish bitch like Mary. She inherited all of Onery from her father -- and it's easy to predict that she would have cheated on you with dozens of casual studs. If she left you, you should consider yourself lucky."
"I. Am. Lucky.
I know, now.
