1. Dragon-in-Law


    Date: 7/18/2015, Categories: Fiction, Blackmail, Blowjob, Cheating, Cruelty, Erotica, Male / Older Female, Oral Sex, Rape, Author: Ren Dhark, Rating: 79.1, Source: sexstories.com

    "Bloody hell!" That was my - somewhat less than sympathetic - response, when my wife told me that her mother had left her husband and was moving in with us. I remembered her first - and last - visit, about a year after we had gotten married. The woman criticised constantly and interfered with everything. As the days passed, and our relationship grew ever more strained, her snide remarks set my teeth on edge, and my temper grew dangerously short. When she finally left - after four horrible weeks - even my wife was relieved. I just felt, as if a poisonous fog had finally left the house. And now, the hag was moving in - duration unknown. I bluntly told my wife, that I didn't think our marriage would survive another month with her mother, and left the house - slamming the door behind me. The next day Jayne - my wife - had to pick her up from the airport, as I flatly refused. When they returned, I hid in the den - trying to delay the inevitable for as long as possible. I listened to them go upstairs and go into the spare room. To have a good whinge, no doubt. Nobody seemed to be thinking about dinner, and I wondered if I would have to take them out. Take-aways weren't really an option, as I knew how Lenore felt about them. But damnit - this was MY home! I resolved to dig in my heels and order Chinese. If the woman didn't like it - she could damn well fend for herself. So I sat there stewing, until Jayne came down and found me. She sat in the other chair and just looked at me. My ...
    heart melted somewhat, when I saw that she had been crying, but I was determined not to give in this time. Jayne sighed: "She's a complete mess. Please give her a chance?" I bit back a sarcastic remark and managed to squeeze out through my teeth: "It won't be me, who fires the first shot. But I won't put up with her constantly putting me down in my own home anymore." Jayne nodded. "You have no idea what a shock the break-up has been to her. Apparently Daddy completely blew his stack, and said some very harsh things to her. She thought, their marriage was fine." I could just imagine some of the things, Peter might have told her. No doubt, he was roaming around singing "Born Freeeeee", right about now. Well, we did have Chinese that night. Lenore never came down. Jayne said, she was emotionally exhausted. I responded, that she was probably just gathering her strength for the upcoming taking over of the house. Perhaps even memorising a list of nasty things to say to me. It was probably a good thing, that I only said it in my head. The next day - being Sunday - we had a late breakfast. Lenore finally came down the stairs. We exchanged bland greetings, and she joined us at the table. I surreptitiously studied my nemesis. There was that pinched prune-face, I remembered so well. Her lips seemingly pursed in permanent disapproval. When she opened her mouth, I always thought of a Piranha. She'd cut her bottle-blonde hair short - it barely reached the collar of her blouse. She was still ...
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