Some men are lucky enough to have mother in laws who are sweet as can be and then there are the rest of us. I was one of the ones whose MIL was a bitch on wheels.
It isn't as uncommon as some might think for those of us who have to endure verbal castration to fantasize about fucking the bitch in our life into submission; what is uncommon is that we actually get to do it.
I had just discovered almost simultaneously that I had the power to control minds and that the ferocity of my mother-in-laws attacks were rooted in her need not to give into her sexual desire for me. I used this knowledge to push her towards doing what she really wanted and setting up a situation, which was only beginning to play out but ultimately would create a world of ecstasy in my home.
As I watched Lena sway towards the guest bedroom I felt myself getting hard again. That woman, if she had a different demeanor, would have enchanted men. Her ass was a marvel. It was huge, round and at the same time it was tight.
I was so tempted to go another round with her but I was tired and I knew I could have her whenever I wanted now. I went to my bedroom.
Natasha was there sitting on the bed. She was wearing a sheer teddy that she had only worn once before. "Hey baby," I said looking her over. Her tits, which seemed to be the only thing her and her mother had in common looked really good in that outfit. My wife's nipples, which were a bit bigger than her mother's, stood obscenely at attention.
Natasha stood and walked towards me. She came up close and spun around displaying herself for me. Truthfully, after having just watched her mother it was kind of hard to be excited about my wife's relatively flat ass. While she had it going on upstairs she had almost no ass, which now seemed flatter than ever. Natasha also didn't have the dramatic flair to her hips her mother had.
"Fuck me," she whispered. I knew that after what she had just seen and been made to feel she would be horny. I entered her mind and discovered that she was indeed horny but more she needed me to confirm that I still wanted her. She was jealous. I turned that up.
Looking her straight in the eye I told her that I was very tired and that she didn't need to worry about me I was fine without having sex for the night. I knew the havoc this would play with her mind.
For years I had had to practically beg for pussy. Natasha had some weird sexual hang up and it manifested itself in our pathetic sex life.
When we did have sex she enjoyed it. It was just an overwhelming chore getting her there. That is what was so frustrating. Unlike many women she had an orgasm most of the time we had sex and I still couldn't get any. And, there was the matter of her allowing her mother to goad her into treating me like shit.
So tonight she would see what it was like to want.
I went into the bathroom and took a shower. Before I came out I took a long time slowly stroking myself until I was throbbing and on the verge of cumming. I shot Natasha a surge of desire and walked out.
I jumped in bed without putting anything on. "Good night," I said.
You didn't need to be a mind reader to know, she was practically drooling. Her eyes were pleading with me. I would have none of it. I could tell that as she rolled over and tried to be still that she was masturbating. I laughed to myself and then slowly drifted off.
I awoke with a heavy pressure on my chest. My eyes shot open to see Natasha laying on me. As I became more aware it was apparent that I was in her. She cheated. She took what she wanted while I slept. This mind controlling must really take a lot of energy because I don't remember feeling a thing.
So, she had to have my dick bad enough that she would take it when I told her no. If she needed it that bad she was going to get it.
