Experience with my wife’s mother

Hi friends, how are you doing? I am here with an incest experience. Let me begin. Amita and I had been going out for around three months and still we had an air of uncertainty to us, we hoped a wedding would bring us closer together like some couples that have children, but like most of them we tried it and failed.

We were brought together as more or less childhood sweethearts and a bond of loneliness rather than true love. I had had a string of one night stand girlfriends that I hoped would lead to more but never did. As for Amita, I never asked, but guShilad she had very little in the way of relationships with men; she was very shy and innocent when we met.

It had taken a while for her to let me meet her parents, she often said I’d like her Father, but she rarely mentioned her Mother. I wondered if they were divorced. After a few weeks of visiting I noticed there was a definite tension in the home when Amita and her Mother were alone; when her Father was there the mood was a lot lighter.

After a couple of times of lightly asking for more than discreet kisses, she commented that she didn’t wish to get pregnant just yet, she wanted to wait until we were married to have kids. One day as I left her and her Mother alone to go home, I overheard them start talking and they got louder and louder as their discussion got more heated.

“I am sure just kissing him isn’t going to make me pregnant Mother!” She exclaimed.

“Well it just shows you how much you know about sex doesn’t it young lady!” Her Mother replied.

I stayed listening for a while until I had heard enough and left for home; on the way I ran through various scenarios in my mind to pay her Mother back for her treatment to her Daughter, my precious Amita.

The following day I went around to her home and rang the doorbell, her Mother answered as I had planned, knowing that she would be out for at least an hour.

“Hi Mrs Shila, is Amita in?”

“I’m sorry” she replied, “she will not be back for a while”.

Her mother invited me in and sat me down and asked if I’d like a cold drink.

“Yes please Mrs Shila” I thanked her.

As she approached me with a glass of cold drink in each hand, I took hold of the front of her dress and lifted it up, exposing her pastel pink knickers underneath her light tan stockings.

“What the fuck!” she shrieked, “what the fuck are you doing, you pervert!”

I laughed at her, unable to let go of the glasses in her hands and totally at my discretion. I let her dress go and told her to sit down.

“We need a serious discussion” I told her.

Her face turned to rage as number one I had seen her private area underneath her dress and number two I had talked to her like on one ever dared before.

She placed the glasses down on a table and sat on the sofa opposite me.

“So” she said in a strict tone of voice, “what do you wish to discuss with me, boy”, she emphasized the boy part. I ignored her. Again this annoyed her.

I stood up and approached her sitting, she tensed up and almost curled into the foetal position, but resisted. I grabbed her knees and spread them apart and slid the hem of her dress up to expose her pink knickers again to my eyes.

I grabbed the top of her tights and tugged them roughly down her legs as she fought to stop me.

“If you touch me I’ll report you for Rape” she said in pure anger.

I pulled her tights off over her feet as her shoes fell to the carpet, she was fully exposed to me now and I could see the outline of her vagina and her bushy pubic hair protruding the material of her knickers; I so wanted to taste that pussy and try to decide if her Daughters pussy tasted the same, but I managed to resist.

I held her legs apart and stood between them so she could not close them. I unbuttoned my jeans and unzipped my fly and dropped my jeans to the carpet and then dropped my underpants exposing my dark blonde pubes and semi-erect penis to her, my glans just emanating from my foreskin. Her eyes were transfixed to my manhood as she lay there unable to move.

Rubbing my dick until I was fully-erect and knelt down and rested it against her pink knickers that had found the crease of her vaginal entry and had become slightly damp and left a patch of darker pink material.

I slid the underneath of my dick up and down her soft cotton knickers three or four times and I heard her moan.

“Oohh that feels so good” she said.

I instantly pulled my penis away from her and she wondered what I was doing.

“Oh Mrs Shila, I don’t want to get you pregnant do I?”

“Oh you dumb idiot” she said to me, “I cannot get pregnant without insertion”

“That’s not what you told your Daughter last night!” I replied.

Her face turned to stone.

“fuck!” she said, her mind working overtime as to what I had heard her say.

Then I grabbed her knickers and tugged them down her legs and threw them next to her tights. She moved her legs to stop me getting to her vaginal area, but I forced my finger into her labia majora and fingered her for about a minute.

I could see her face had changed from anger to humiliation; tears had begun to run down her cheeks. I did slightly feel sorry for her as I was invading her most private of feminine areas, but she had treated my Wife just as badly previously, and I could not let her get away with that.

“So is this your… then Mrs Shila?” I asked her.

“Yes you know it is” she replied abruptly.

“And what part of your anatomy is this?” I asked as I slid my finger into her Urethral hole.

“That..that..that is where I pee from” she said in tearful whimper.

Does this bring back any memories Mrs Shila?” I asked her.

“You bastard!” she called me, as again her humiliation turned back to anger and resentment.

I continued to slide my finger in her urethra for several more minutes, making her beg me to stop abusing her.

Removing my finger and leaning forward and wiping it on her pubic mound and then sliding my finger down to her anus.

“One last test for you Mrs Shila” I said in a sarcastic tone, “which part of your anatomy is this part then?”

“That’s my anus” she replied, “where shit like you come from!”

“Oh very witty Mrs Shila” I answered.

I pulled my finger out of her arsehole and moved it up to her face.

“Lick it you fucking bitch” I instructed her, “lick it now or you’ll feel even more of my wrath!”

She opened her mouth and licked my finger from her anus and sucked on it as she closed her mouth, I felt her tongue lick around my finger and cleanse it. I slid it out and grabbed her legs and twisted her around so she was bent over the sofa with her buttocks facing me.

I pulled my belt from my jeans and folded it in half.

“No, you can’t belt me” She begged.

“Why is that?” I asked, “it’s good enough for your Daughter, isn’t it?”

Her head dropped and I whacked her backside ten times, just hard enough to leave a few pink marks on her, nothing more. I then told her to get up and face me with her hands upon her head.

I slapped her face a couple of times, but she did not react to me or try to defend herself from the slaps. I threw the drink in the glasses over her dress and it soaked it and it clung to her body and showed the outline of her bra underneath it.

“You are a fucking disgrace looking like that” I shouted at her, “go and fucking change out of those wet things now!”

She ran to her bedroom to change and I quietly followed her and stood in the doorway as she slipped the dress over her head and I saw her almost fully nude back (she still had her bra on), and she caught a glimpse of me in the half-length mirror in her bedroom. Her arms immediately covered her covered breasts and I laughed at her as she looked at me with anger and fear mixed together.

“Take your bra off then” I instructed her, “and dry yourself with a towel”

She unclipped her bra and tossed it in the washing bin and quickly grabbed a dry towel to discreetly dry her body in front of me; doing her best to cover her private parts.

Once she was dried, she picked up a pair of fresh lilac knickers and slid them on quickly; gaining a wedgie in the process, a separate lilac bra and a cream and black satin baby-doll, she then added a pair of grey jogging bottoms and finished off with a light blue t-shirt with a Hawaiian motif on it.

Not Woman in story!

“Would you like another drink” she asked me.

“That would be great” I replied, “Coffee would be nice”

Mrs Shila stood by the kitchen worktop waiting for the kettle to boil and again I stood in the doorway watching her; keeping an eye on her.

I moved in and leaned up against her and slid my hand down inside her knickers and carShilad her vagina.

“Does that feel nice?” I asked her.

“No it fucking does not!” She replied.

“Good because that is how it is supposed to feel you fucking lying bitch”, I said.

“Amita should be back soon” Her Mother said.

As she said it, we heard the front door clock open.

“I’m home, what have you two been up to?” Amita asked, suddenly glancing toward me with my hand down her Mothers jogging bottoms.

“Your Mother was teaching me the three holes!” I said as a matter of fact.

Both she and her Mother turned a pale shade of white.

“If I ever hear of you chastising your Daughter again” I said, “I’ll come down on you like a ton of bricks!”

I left with her and enjoyed a wonderful night out.

“You were so brave confronting my Mother like that” she said.

“Things need to be brought out into the open and honesty needs to be brought out” I said.


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