I looked at the game over screen in dismay. The high score lights started flashing and I could see that I was only a few hundred points short of the top ten. Annoyed by the sudden cessation of video game stimuli, I slowly emerged from the trance I always fall into when playing to look around for snacks.
Unfortunately there were no snacks anywhere near me. All that was surrounding me were reminders of when I was a bachelor, empty soda bottles, crumpled chip bags, and used jizz tissues everywhere. What differed from when I was a bachelor, was my mother in law, Ginger. She was sitting on the other end of the couch and vigorously fucking my wife, Rachel, with a thick, meaty, throbbing, 17 inch cock.
Now this wasn't to satisfy a cuckold fetish on my part, or being filmed to upload to an adult website for some extra money, my MIL was fucking her own daughter, my lovely wife, purely to satisfy her own libido.
Both my wife and I had lost our jobs due to the futa virus causing everyone to go into lockdown again. We had then lost our home when three infected girls in an upstairs apartment had flooded the entire complex with cum, and with nowhere else to go we were forced to move into my MIL's house. She had been infected several days before, thus the jizz tissues everywhere, and her condition for letting us move in was that Rachel had to help satisfy her new urges in any way, and in any hole.
I had wanted to refuse right away. The offer alone was ridiculous and absurd, but also the sneering look on Ginger's face as she put forward the terms of our stay made me want to punch her lights out. But since I was definitely not a violent man, pretty much the opposite, and we had used the last of our money just to get to where she lived, and we were down to the last drop of gas in our car, so we reluctantly agreed. Ginger immediately pushed Rachel face down on the couch, shoved her panties to the side and began fucking her on the couch as I unloaded the car.
It had taken less than a day of living with her for both of us to be infected with the futa virus. I fortunately didn't die like 10% of all males infected by the virus. All that happened to me was that my dick increased in size from 5, to 7 inches, and my horniness went through the roof. Rachel's transformation was a little more subtle. She of course grew a dick, a small one at only 4 inches, and her previously A cup breasts grew to B cup, she was also now extremely flexible and, for lack of a better word, stretchy. She could maneuver and twist her limbs into positions that would make a Cirque du Soleil actor jealous, and she could handle her mothers giant cock much easier now.
And in case you were wondering how my MIL was affected by the virus, there was the aforementioned 17 inch cock that seemed to be always hard and she was always dripping out precum from both cock and pussy at a rate that prevented her from wearing pants. Also her breasts went from attention grabbing D cup, to ginormous K cups that seemed bounce seductively whenever she walked, fucked, made breakfast, or even while sitting perfectly still. How do I know this? Well she never wore a shirt, claiming that it was her house, her rules. Then she would grin maliciously every time Rachel and I got into an argument about my wandering eyes. Then to rub salt in the wounds, she would fuck Rachel in the pussy as we argued.
"You were... so close... darling. Maybe next time... you will get... the high score." Rachel attempted to comfort me as she panted for breath. Her knees were currently behind her head as her mother briskly fucked her glistening pussy.
"I doubt it." Ginger grinned like a cheshire cat as she blasted another batch of baby batter into my wife. "The only time John got the high score in life was when he got you to agree to marry him. And I doubt he will ever get that lucky again," Even though she had just let loose enough cum to force the most virile of men to tap out for a break, Ginger resumed pounding her daughter without a pause.
"Mother, you don't have to be so mean to John! It's not his fault he lost his job. It's the fault of the damn futa virus! And would you mind going a little slower? Or better yet, could I have a break?"
"Rachel."
"Yes mother?"
"Shut up."
"Yes mother."
Rachel looked down in submission as Ginger flipped her on her back to continue fucking. We were both young, in our young 20s, and more than a little timid so neither of us could say anything. My wife was especially meek, one time she was given an empty bag at a takeout place and rather than make a fuss she had come home with the empty paper bag.
Since the bouncing of the couch (and Ginger's tits) was too obtrusive for me to go back to gaming, I got off my ass and went to the fridge for some food. Judging by the clock I'd been playing for several hours and had skipped breakfast and lunch.
