Those who read how my father in law made me his will remember that I am divorced with two daughters and now pregnant again, this time by my father in law. As I told you Bob (my father in law) was considering moving in with me. I have fretted over how this would be received by his wife. Let me introduce her to you. She is the number one snob in their village. Why I don’t know because she comes from working class stock and has no claim to her high opinion of herself though she came into a considerable sum of money from somewhere. Although she never criticises verbally how I dress the kids, I can tell from her facial expressions that she thinks some of their clothes are what she calls “common”. She is for ever buying them new things that she believes are more in keeping with her so called status. Bob confided in me shortly after our first glorious encounter that she is sexless and that they have not screwed for more than 12 years. I can easily believe it! The fact of her husband leaving her for their daughter in law would absolutely shatter her and she would not be able to hold her head up again in the village. What she would do I could only hazard a guess at. I was soon to find out.
I was happily tidying the house, expecting Bob to call when the phone rang.
“Hello”
“Slut, so you have at last shown your true colours.” My mother in law’s voice icily came at me across the airwaves. “Ruined my son’s life and now you are starting on mine. Well let me tell you girl, I am a different kettle of fish. You’ll regret this little episode, believe you me. When I’m finished you won’t know what has hit you.”
I slammed the phone down on its hook. My brain was racing. My lovely morning was in pieces. I was shaking with anger and not a little dread. I knew what she was capable of because she had made her opposition to our marriage very clear. No one was good enough for her son and she let me know it in no uncertain terms. Then my mind came slowly into focus. What could she do without exposing herself to the very thing she had to avoid? Everyone would know and she would be the laughing stock of the place. Maybe I wouldn’t regret it after all. I began to smile to myself as a little of my confidence returned. So what if she screamed and yelled and poured sarcasm on me? She would be the one that people would talk about, the high and mighty Mrs. Fenwick. Oh what a field day they would have, no doubt revelling in the revenge for the years of scorn she had spread.
About an hour after her phone call I heard a car pull up outside. A car door slammed, my front door burst open and my mother in law stormed in. She took one look at my slightly thickening figure. “So part of what the old fool told me appears to be true.” She spat the words at me. “And he believes you when you say it’s his. God men are so stupid. Got it from God knows who after a night in the pub did you?”
I snapped and my hand lashed out across her face. It stopped her in full flow. Momentarily she stepped back and then with a ferocity I did not believe possible she launched herself at me. Her momentum took us both backwards and I landed on the settee with a thud.
The jolt of coming to a stop knocked her away from me and she slithered onto the floor. I gathered myself more quickly than she and threw myself on top of her in an attempt to halt the attack. She struggled but I am heavier than her and I was able to pin her to the floor. I grabbed at her arms and in so doing tore open her blouse. As the fine material ripped apart, her tits, encased in a very expensive lacy bra, were exposed to the air. I couldn’t stop myself thinking that they had worn well with time. They still looked firm and although smaller than my 36Ds were standing proud inside the bra, pushing the fine material upwards even though she was on her back. I managed to get her arms under control and was then able to straddle her. She could not move and it must have looked as though we were engaged in something far removed from the reality of the situation. What would you have thought if you walked in on such a scene? Two women, one with her blouse open, tits high and skirt ridden well up her legs showing a pair of silk panties for all to see, the other astride her, skirt also arse high showing everything. (Remember I was waiting for Bob and so I had no underwear on beneath my T-shirt and skirt.) That sight greeted Bob as he arrived. Neither of us had heard him come in until…
“Well now what have we here?” He laughed “I haven’t seen the top of those legs for fucking years. Hello Beth, didn’t recognise you for a minute.” He laughed again.
I looked over my shoulder and managed a crooked smile. “Thank God you’re here. Help me with this crazy cow will you?”
“Well now. Shame to waste a good opportunity I always say. You keep her there darling and I’ll give her what I should have given her years ago.” I felt her jerk beneath me and for a moment I thought I saw a look of pleading in her eyes as if she were asking for my help. I ignored her and smiling back at Bob I said “ My pleasure. In fact I’ll do more that that I’ll get her going for you.”
The scream of “Bitch” hit my eardrums and I guess most of my neighbours would hear it. She began to struggle and I had difficulty holding her. Bob came to my aid and took her arms. I slid down her body and then unhooked the front fastening of her bra. Her breasts were totally exposed and I gently flicked one of her nipples with my fingernail. She squirmed and yelled “Slut” at me. “Let me show you how much of a slut.” I taunted her as I dropped my lips onto her nipple. It took some seconds before I felt a response, but respond she did. The nipple hardened. I looked up at Bob with a smile that told him all he needed to know. I moved to the other nipple and gently licked its now hardening point. She fought the rising feeling of her body just as I had when her husband broke me but I knew that she would eventually lose that battle and I could not wait to hear her cries of pleasure, demanding more of the rock hard weapon that would penetrate her within the next few minutes. I was relentless and she began to realise her fate was inevitable. What chance did she have? Here I was, a woman who knows every pleasure point of her body. I leaned backwards and put my hand on her panties, they were moist. Now for the kill I slid down her and sat on her legs keeping them wide apart. I looked at her, smiled and grabbed her silken panties. I pulled, hard. They tore in my hands and she was open for all to see. I gazed at her secret place, not wet and anticipating what was to come. I fingered her lips and her legs tried to open further She was mine and I had to give her to Bob, but not yet. I had never been with a woman but I was enjoying this and oh how wet I was.
My clit ached for some pleasure but I had a job to do and that came first. I found her clit. It jumped out of its sheath into my fingers. It grew as I softly caressed it. I eased a finger into her pussy. She responded immediately and tried to arch her back. Then it dawned on me. She preferred women to men. That’s why Bob had been rejected for so long. Well he wouldn’t be after I was through. She would beg for it and boy was she going to get it I could see Bob’s bulge in his trousers. It was at full strength. He wanted this woman to submit to him and I knew she would stand no chance. I bent my head and slid my tongue forwards. Just touching her glistening clit.
“Ah, yes.” She moaned. “More.”
I responded by pushing my tongue into her. I licked hard. She humped as far as she could under Bob’s and my weight. Her juices were flowing. She was ready but I didn’t want to give her up. I lifted my head and inserted three fingers. She yelped. I withdrew. “No, don’t stop.” She cried. In my frustration I slammed a hand full at her. This time she lifted off the floor and pushed her pussy onto me.
