I had just discovered that I could control minds by accidentally controlling my mother-in-law who I had always thought of as a frigid bitch but had now discovered harbored strong feelings of lust for me. I was standing in my kitchen with the hardest erection I could ever remember having had and she was stroking it through my shorts.
I thought out to my wife in the bedroom that she was curious about what we were doing. She wanted to see us but not be seen and so she would peep around the door from the bedroom. No matter what she saw she wouldn't look away nor would she advance she would just watch.
I also thought to her that she was beginning to feel horny and that her body, if it needed attention, should be attended to by her hands. I then tried to enter her mind like I did with her mother earlier to see what she was feeling it took a few tries, as I was not really practiced.
I could see her mother standing stroking my dick and could feel anger and a little bit of excitement building in my wife. I cut off that anger and made her more excited and twice as horny then I left her mind.
I was back looking at her mother who was still stroking me. I thought to her that she should say in a loud voice that she wanted my dick in her and that she would show me what that little bitch (my wife) couldn't.
I shot my wife some jealousy and then pretended that I was shocked saying that I couldn't because I was faithful to my wife and would never cheat on her. Again I had her speak. She told me that if I didn't fuck her and fuck her good that she would tell Natasha (my wife) that I had tried to touch her and that I knew that Natasha believed anything she said. I pretended to resign myself to the fact that I had to fuck my mother-in-law, Lena.
I had Lena lead me over to the couch and push me down. I ramped up her desire so I wouldn't have to think of every move. She reached down and yanked off my shorts exposing my erection. The look in her eyes was almost scary.
I had never seen such an animalistic look in a woman's eyes. I pushed her desire up another notch. She quickly disrobed and it was obvious she was ready.
Her big brown breast were capped with dark brown nipples that were standing at attention nearly an inch long. Lena had been working out for the last nine years since her mother died of a heart attack and so her body didn't look like that of a 52 year old. Those breasts looked even larger than they were because of her wasp-like waist which flared out into extremely wide hips. All of this wrapped in chocolate brown skin made her look like a something out of a rap video.
The reason she never had a man certainly had nothing to do with her body it was her shitty attitude. Truthfully, while my wife was no slouch her mother was something else entirely.
I was looking at her swollen pussy lips and the fluid already running down her leg thinking how much I was going to enjoy this when she literally jumped on me impaling her. She let out what sounded like a roar.
Lena was lost in her lust. She started bouncing up and down my shaft all the way up and then she would just let go and impale herself again. If I didn't slow her down she was going to hurt one of us. I took Lena back down a notch so that at least she would guide herself back down my shaft and then reached out to see what my wife was thinking.
Natasha was in a super excited state similar to what I had learned earlier about her mother when she had watched us fuck. Her hand was working away at her pussy as her excitement built. She had her eyes glued to my dick sliding in and out of her mother.
There was something else though -- that jealousy. While excited she was wondering if I liked her mother more than her. Even though her mom was an infinitely better fuck I wouldn't let Natasha know that; that would be wrong.
I pushed insecurity and stopped blocking her anger but only allowed her anger to be directed at her mother. I left Natasha's head so I could focus on the hot piece of ass riding me at the moment. I couldn't believe what a hot fuck this frigid bitch was.
What a waste of good pussy she had been all that time. Her pussy was wet as hell and yet still felt tight as a vice grip. Compared to Natasha ...truthfully, there was no comparison. This was the best pussy I had ever had and before Natasha I had quite a few.
While vengeance was the goal I could not help but set aside that goal for a while to simply enjoy this woman's gifts. She was going to get what she wanted I was going to fuck her senseless.