A mother in law dilemma PART TWO

Despite the first part of my story not being especially well received I have nonetheless decided to submit part two

I hope those of you who enjoy my writings might enjoy and as always I will look forward to constructive comments

Over the following few days I had plenty of time to think long and hard about all that had happened. I tried, on any number of occasions to argue how none of it was my fault. In a sense I knew this to be true for it hadn’t been me who had instigated it yet, deep down I felt I was as much to blame for what had taken place for I knew, once started, I’d put up very little fight by way of stopping his seduction, made all the worse in the knowledge, despite my horror of it all, my actions had shown I had actually enjoyed it.

With hubby still working away I did my best to avoid both my son in law and daughter. I got up earlier than usual, leaving for work, before either of them had risen and arrived home earlier where I would take a quick shower before going off to visit one friend or another, returning late in the evening. It was simply my way of not having to face my daughter or more especially Andy for I had no idea how he, or for that matter I, would react.

On the third day I was busier at work than was usual. My boss asked me to produce a set of projection figures which I knew would take time. This saw me leave work around my more usual time. I arrived home and headed straight for my bedroom, the intention to shower and change quickly then make my way over to an already arranged meeting with a friend. As luck would have it, neither my daughter nor Andy were yet home. I showered then changed, slipping into a black poloneck jumper which I wore over a pair of jeans. I had just left my room and was passing my daughter’s and son in laws bedroom when the door swung open and Andy stepped out wearing just a pair of boxer briefs. he reached out and grabbed me by the arm.

“Not so quick Lindy! You’ve been avoiding me of late which is not what was agreed. I think it’s high time I had myself some more of that pussy.”

“No Andy! It’s not going to happen!” I argued. “Besides, I have to meet someone in a half hour.”

Just as had happened a few days before he took not the slightest notice of my objections.

“Well I’m afraid that’s one appointment you are going to be late for.” he told me as he stepped forward to press me against the galleried landing.

He slid a hand into my hair and twisting his fingers hard, pulled me into an embrace, He kissed me in that same rough manner of a few days before and while I tried to push him away it was all I could think of was, what had happened that day in the kitchen. By the time he eased me back I was breathing heavily and unbelievably, down between my legs I was aware the bastard had gotten me aroused.

“Stop this Andy!” I pleaded. “This can’t continue, besides which my daughter will be home any minute.” Again he took no notice of my pleas. Instead he reached down and began unbuttoning and unzipping my jeans where unbelievably, for reasons even now I can’t explain, I just stood there and let him. He pushed them from my hips until they were at half mast, down at my knees, leaving me in just my top and a pair of white knickers.

“That’s better!” he said. “Now turn around and bend over so I can fuck you! I know it’s what my little mum in law whore wants!”

I groaned out loud, horrified, not just that his crude choice of words were a reminder of a few days before, but that once again they were turning me on.

“Oh God! Make it quick!” I moaned, despite the awareness we were running the risk of being caught by my daughter who I was sure would arrive home at any moment. .

Moments later, with little finesse, he was rubbing himself up against my sodden, panty clad cunt, in effect teasing me. I heard myself moan then felt him ease back to pull my legs apart and knickers to one side. He pressed again, the head of his cock pressing against my swollen, pussy lips. I felt his hands grip my hips, he pushed forward again. This time he was in and pushing deep. I could hear myself groan as I felt all of him pushing into my sloppy hole. The sensation an instant reminder of the previous encounter. He reached forward to grab a hold of my breasts, fondling them roughly, until I could feel my nipples swell, pushing out firmly against my soft top in their desire to be abused once more by his rough hands. He plucked at them pinching them hard, enough that it hurt yet I was unable to rid myself of the notion this was what I wanted.

I tilted forward, my head over the bannister where I found myself looking towards the front door. He grabbed at each of my breasts where he began using them like a pair of reins as he started humping me hard against the galleried landing. .I was losing control and as much as I hated myself for what was happening to me, for what I was allowing to happen, deep down a huge part of me craved his crude attentions. I knew there and then, once more I was his for the taking.

As he thrust forward so I was now pushing back to meet him, my mind filled with the horror of that first time in the kitchen and yet here I was, allowing it to happen all over again.

Despite the anger, despite my shame my resistance was gone. I had no idea what was happening to me. What I was allowing him to do was completely contrary to my way of life, of everything I had ever known, yet here we were, the two of us grunting like animals, the carnal sounds alone bringing home the reality if what was truly taking place. Two supposedly mature, adults fucking just like a pair of teenagers might do.

As my ill mannered, brute of a son in law continued to have his way with me I cursed him over and over yet there was no denying, I’d never felt so alive and as much as I despised him, or for that matter myself, for what I was doing, I was hooked. I needed his cock. I needed it pounding in and out of my cunt.

“You bastard Andy! Stop! Please stop!” I cried, but like me, he knew my words carried no conviction. He pressed his face into my back as he pulled firmly on my tits, using them more than ever to bounce me back and forth onto his hard cock. Fuck! He was huge, I thought as time and time again he rammed me hard against the bannister.

It was just then I heard the sound of a car pulling into the driveway. He too had heard and he eased back leaving just the head of his cock inside my pussy. We both instantly knew, without the need to look, it was my daughter who’d pulled up outside, just as we both knew we needed to stop what we were doing before she walked in through the front door to catch us.

Outside I heard the car door slam.

“Ohh God! She’s back!” I moaned “Quick! Finish me off! Please!” I pleaded sure the tense situation would bring is both quickly to a climax. Instead he eased himself out and turning me around in his arms, dragged me across the landing, my jeans still at half mast, until we were just inside his bedroom, leaning against the open door. He kissed me hard, full on the lips before pressing me back against the door, his hands roaming all over my tits.

“Don’t go telling me what to do Lindy! I’ll be the one to decide when and where to finish you off!” He told me. He kissed me hard again then pressed his lips close to my ear. “Now go and meet whoever it is you planned to meet. Just remember, I’ll be ready to finish you off when you get home. Now tidy yourself up. We can’t have you looking like a slut for your daughter, can we?”

In his typical ill mannered way he practically pushed me out of his bedroom, onto the landing, closing the door behind leaving me to struggle with my jeans on the open landing as I heard my daughter’s key rattling in the lock. I barely had time to pull them up and make myself half presentable before the door opened. I made my way downstairs to greet my daughter, all the while aware down below my jeans were damp. my pussy squishy, all thanks to my brute of a son in law.

I kept the chat with my daughter brief, partly through guilt, partly the fear of her noticing my damp jeans. Truth was, I wanted to change but realised it might seem a little strange to do so. I left the house a few minutes later to meet with my friend.

When I arrived at the coffee house in town, where we;d arranged to meet, with much relief I saw she was with another of our friends. She’d gone through a number of changes in her life of late and had plenty to talk about which suited me well and for the most part, the two of them chatted while I sat and listened. I did of course join in from time to time but having the two of them there allowed me to mull over my own situation.

We left the coffee house some time later returning to my friends house to continue with catching up on events, though in fairness, it was more the two of them than me. It was just after ten when we said our goodbyes and I started my fifteen minute drive home, all the while fearful of Andy’s words, ‘He’d be ready for me on my arrival.’

The house was in darkness as I parked in the drive giving me hope the two of them were already in bed, yet making my way to the front door I still felt nervous as I placed my key quietly in the lock. The door swung open and sure enough the rooms were in darkness. I felt myself breath a sigh of relief with the idea I had escaped whatever it was Andy had in mind. I was about to take off my coat when a light flickered on in the lounge and that familiar voice drifted into the hallway.

“Did you enjoy your evening Lindy?” I heard him ask, leaving me frozen to the spot.

“Yeeees….” I stammered.

“Good! Then come here and tell me all about it.”

I looked up towards the stairs aware it was all I wanted to do was go to my room and climb into bed but my feet seemed to have a will of their own and started to head towards the lounge. I stood there, facing him, wondering, not for the first time, just what I was letting myself in for.

“Take off your coat!” he told me.

All I wanted to do was go up to my room to bed, yet I found myself complying, removing my coat and laying it over the back of the sofa. I remained standing, facing him, feeling awkward, aware of his eyes burning into my body.

“You look good Lindy. I like how you’re dressed. I especially like that sexy top you’re wearing.” he told me, referring to the close fitting poloneck. “It fits that body of yours like a glove. Perfect for those lovely tits of yours. Did you have a good time?” he asked.

“Yes!” I replied, where despite his crude comment I was half hoping we might simply have a straightforward conversation.

“And have you been thinking of me?” he prompted.

The reality was, despite meeting with my two friends and catching up, my whole situation had been on my mind all evening, yet I wasn’t about to admit as much.