MY MOTHER-IN-LAW'S SEX TOY
Utter humiliation? Yes, I'm certain it was true, there was a fair amount of that emotion flowing throughout my form, as I simply stood there, hands upon my head, as I'd been ordered to place them, in the middle of my mother-in-law's large bedroom. With Lavinia, the said mother-in-law, circling my almost naked body in a very predatory manner. Licking her lips with a really dirty smile of total satisfaction upon her beaming face after all she'd engineered this whole situation up. Acting upon her instincts to set up a carefully planned trap for the totally unsuspecting me, bait I'd taken 'hook, line and sinker.'
Things had seemed SO different roughly five years earlier, when I had first met Sandra, Lavinia's daughter. Who, in terms of sexual activities anyway, couldn't have been more opposite from her mother than I guessed was possible. When it came to the 'pleasures of the flesh,' Sandra was almost completely 'vanilla,' acting as if such action should always be in the form of the 'missionary position,' with no desire to explore other options to spice up the proceedings. Totally unlike her mother, who seemed to regard the exercise as an adventure, with such an attitude that was always willing to try new ideas. And, very much unlike her daughter, took great delight in buying and adorning her body in stylish and exciting lingerie.
Ironically, when Sandra and me first met, my take on the subject was far more in tune with the daughter than with the mother. And it was by pure accident that things began to change in this respect, at this point of time Lavinia had no interest in me, her vivacious husband and Sandra's father, Graeme, being more than capable of satisfying her very high expectations when it came to bedroom action. Of course I was aware of nylon stockings, but had no desires regarding them, my own parents also having a very 'low key' sex life, filling my own mind with extremely low wishes in this aspect of life. Thus, just as Graeme and Lavinia were content with their, very high level of sexual games, so Sandra and I were totally happy with our own, much lower, degree of carnal pleasure. However, that possibly began to change one sunny afternoon in her parent's garden, purely by misfortune as I intimated earlier.
With the sun beating down, the whole country was undergoing somewhat of a heatwave, her parents invited the newly wed Sandra and I to an outside barbeque at their home, a family gathering as it were. And as it was hot, so my legs were bare, I was just wearing shorts, with no socks either, just some open sandals upon my feet.
Now I AM telling the truth here, it was by utter co-incidence and not by any design by either party that all of a sudden Lavinia's and my legs, coated in very sheer nylon as usual, brushed against each other, I think that we were queuing to collect some food at the time. And, OH MY GOD, the sensational feeling that caught me totally unawares seemed just SO sensuous, SO fantastic, SO unignorable within the space I claim to be a brain.
Thus, triggering an obsession with these particular items of lingerie that soon bordered on the edge of a very unhealthy level indeed, far beyond that of any normal male towards this clothing. And as my wife resisted all attempts on my part to place her own lower limbs within such apparel, I turned to her mother to feed my cravings. At every possible opportunity, I would gaze upon her nylon covered pins, believing that my endeavours to do so unobtrusively were completely successful, I really thought that Lavinia had not detected my snatched glances at her stocking coated legs. But of course, she had. However, with Graeme very much still alive and absolutely fulfilling her needs, she regarded my efforts with nothing stronger than mild amusement, not letting on that she, very much, had clocked just what I was up to.
And things may have continued in this pleasant manner indefinitely, although my attitude towards stockings became obsessive, it was one I could, and did, control to a large degree, a set of bizarre events unfounded. The first of which was totally tragic, Graeme was killed in a road traffic accident. One in which he was the totally innocent victim of somebody else's mistake. Obviously, this quite naturally shook Lavinia to the real core. And from which, once she had recovered after the initial shock, she came out of it with a far more selfish and hardened personality. Very much putting her own needs and wants first, almost exclusively, including far above those of her and Graeme's only child, Sandra.
From a purely financial point of view, Lavinia emerged from this tragedy in a very strong position. Graeme had been a well-paid executive and had been in possession of a very lucrative life-assurance policy. Which paid out, extremely substantially. And she also obtained a very large sum of compensation from the guilty party's insurers. Together this amount of money was strikingly high indeed and nobody had ever suggested that Lavinia was a fool when it came to monetary matters. She was able to redeem the mortgage upon her home absolutely and set up a trust fund that removed all money worries from her life completely. But what she had really bought, simply re-enforced her new hardness. She had obtained her complete and utter independence, from now on her life would take the form of a dance to be called to her tune only, and NOBODY else's. She would never again answer to anybody.
Then shortly afterwards I received my own piece of bad luck, although nowhere near as severe as Graeme's had been, of course. A couple of the company that employed me customers became bankrupt, both of them owing my employers a substantial sum of money. The upshot of this was my own firm going into liquidation. Therefore, through NO fault of my own, I was made redundant. I'd lost my job and now joined the ranks of the unemployed.
Now Lavinia rose to the occasion, and at first glance she appeared to be acting the part of the concerned parent, assisting her offspring in times of trouble. With my situation leading to a period of financial hardship for Sandra and me, she suggested that we gave up our rented flat and move into her house alongside her. It seemed to make perfect sense, firstly it would slash the monthly expenditure of my wife and I, and as Lavinia herself commented it would provide much needed company for her, after the loss of her husband.
