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?”
