"Don't be rude, Mom made you a sandwich." Lisa scowled loudly enough that it caught the other girls' attention. They watched and waited for my reaction. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Linda looking on with satisfaction.
Lisa was right. Her mom had made me a sandwich. She made it right after she tried to squeeze the life out of me through my cock. We were standing at the toilet, and as she hissed her threat of bodily harm to me, I pissed on her hand. She then left me there to collect myself, while she made me a sandwich with her piss covered hands.
Nice touch.
So there I sat, out on the deck with my wife and her cousins, and her lunatic mother with a sandwich that stunk of piss. My piss.
"Linda, thanks for making this sandwich for me.
Really
." So this was her idea of revenge? This was how she wanted to play? How ugly would it get? Who else had to get hurt?
We were about to find out.
"Sure thing. Enjoy." She gave an evil smile.
"It's just that...when did you buy this meat?" I asked.
"I'm sorry?" Linda gave a mock puzzled look.
"No, I just...uh...I'm sorry, I'm sure it's fine." In a gamble, I slowly raised the sandwich to my face.
"Is there something wrong with the sandwich?" Lisa asked.
"Uhh, it's just that it smells." I put the sandwich back down on the white ceramic plate and gave my own mock puzzled look.
"Let me see." Lisa grabbed the plate with the sandwich and raised the entire thing to her face. "Oh my God. Mom, this sandwich smells horrible!"
Two of the girls giggled. Lisa gagged.
"Well I don't know what could be wrong. I just bought the meat the other day."
"Are you sure you didn't pull this from the freezer?" Lisa questioned then turned to the girls. "Mom is always stowing food in her freezer. Then she forgets about it and whips it out two years later and tries to serve it to us. Disgusting."
"No, thank you very much. That meat was fresh." Linda declared.
"Then you eat it." Lisa howled in laughter.
"I just might." Linda feigned sincerity.
Satisfied I had dodged a bullet, I grabbed a beer and walked out onto the dock and stared at the lake. I turned back and looked up at the lake house. I heard laughter. Lisa, Linda and the girls were apparently enjoying themselves, and for the first time in over a day, I was alone. Alone with my half-broken dick, alone with my thoughts, alone with my conscience. And all of it hurt.
How had everything gotten so out of control?
I went from a newlywed, supposedly loving husband, to some sort of animal who not only fucked his wife's mother, but was now caught up in a sick, sexual power war with my mother-in-law. In less than a day, my life had spun out of control and I was left to question everything I was and I everything I thought I was. The fact is, if you're of a certain persuasion, some things in life should never happen.
If you're a good doctor, you first do no harm. If you're a teacher, everything you do should ultimately be for the benefit of your student. If you're an honest man, you don't lie. And if you truly have hopes of being a family man, you're a loving, faithful husband. I thought I was that, a loving husband. But there I was, on a boat dock, overlooking a lake, with a beer and a head full of memories that told me I was anything but what I thought I was.
I should tell you now, what you already know. Lisa and I didn't make it. And thankfully, we never had any kids. We parted ways for so many valid reasons, but this nightmare with her mother never came to the surface. That being said, it did get worse...With that sandwich, Linda had issued a challenge, and I had to respond.
Pounding the rest of my beer, I turned and walked back up to the house. I found the girls, still out on the back deck, sharing drinks and laughing about God only knows what. Linda was with them, smiling politely as if to say "I get it, but I really don't get it." The generation gap between her and her daughter, and the cousins, was just too great.
