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

    was feeling randy. Sex between Jayne and me hadn't exactly died, but with her longer hours, frequency had gone way down, and mostly it was a case of getting it over with quickly. I'd felt the need to masturbate more frequently lately, and all this was no doubt the reason, Lenore's legs had given me a hard-on. Yup - there it was - I was lusting after my wrinkly, fifty-one year old mother-in-law. Only there was nothing wrinkly about her legs. I just wanted to touch them. Jayne finally came down, and we headed for the cinema. Don't ask me what the movie was about though - I just kept imagining those legs wrapped around me, as I was fucking Lenore's dried-up old cunt.......... Lenore: *If I file my nails much longer, I won't have any left. Why is that girl taking so long? We're only going to the movies, not a grand ball. Hello? Was The Jerk perving at my legs? Oh - I'm sitting on my bunched up dress, and he can practically see my bum! Still - if he's perving at my old pegs, he's no doubt panting after every little bit of skirt out there. Men! They'll hump anything that's still got some breath left in it. Maybe I should tell Jayne? But aren't I being a bit of a hypocrite? Didn't I make the effort of dressing like this, because I secretly hoped some man might notice me? I guess I need a little reassurance, after the things Peter said to me. Ah - let him look. It's not as if there's much chance of anyone else noticing me. As they say - who cares where he gets his appetite - as ...
    long as he eats at home. Maybe I should tell Jayne to wear a skirt and nylons around the house more often. Always with the tracksuit-pants. No wonder The Jerk was ogling me. Ah - Her Highness is finally coming down for her grand entrance. Hope the movie is worth the trouble of getting dressed up.* ~ Shopping-day ~ *I hate going shopping with The Jerk - he always rushes through the aisles as if it's a race, and gets so cranky when I take my time. I should just ask for the car-keys and go by myself. He hates shopping anyway. Hm - next week, I will! Now - what to wear? Plain orange shift. Black pantyhose. That'll do. Heh - when I sit down, it'll sit almost two hand-widths above my knees. That'll give The Jerk something to perve at! Hello? Where did that come from? Naughty granny - must behave myself.......... Cute, how he keeps squinting at my legs out of the corner of his eye. Ah - traffic lights. I'll just scoot down in the seat a bit. Yup - that made my skirt ride up. Now I'll place my hand on my knee - like so - and absently stroke my leg. "Uh - it's green!" Heh - gotcha! That was almost too easy. Men are such boys! Hm - maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all. I wish he'd concentrate on the traffic, not my legs. Is that a bulge in his pants?* ~Laundry-day~ *Well - that's the ironing finally done. Ok, I'll just take this pile into their bedroom, then I can put my feet up for a while. Why is the door closed? The bed is creaking. Oh - The Jerk is wanking. I should come back ...
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