Martinis with My Mother-In-Law Ch. 03

"Don't be rude, Mom made you a sandwich." Lisa scowled loudly enough that it caught the other girls' attention. They watched and waited for my reaction. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Linda looking on with satisfaction.

Lisa was right. Her mom had made me a sandwich. She made it right after she tried to squeeze the life out of me through my cock. We were standing at the toilet, and as she hissed her threat of bodily harm to me, I pissed on her hand. She then left me there to collect myself, while she made me a sandwich with her piss covered hands.

Nice touch.

So there I sat, out on the deck with my wife and her cousins, and her lunatic mother with a sandwich that stunk of piss. My piss.

"Linda, thanks for making this sandwich for me. Really." So this was her idea of revenge? This was how she wanted to play? How ugly would it get? Who else had to get hurt?

We were about to find out.

"Sure thing. Enjoy." She gave an evil smile.

"It's just that...when did you buy this meat?" I asked.

"I'm sorry?" Linda gave a mock puzzled look.

"No, I just...uh...I'm sorry, I'm sure it's fine." In a gamble, I slowly raised the sandwich to my face.

"Is there something wrong with the sandwich?" Lisa asked.

"Uhh, it's just that it smells." I put the sandwich back down on the white ceramic plate and gave my own mock puzzled look.

"Let me see." Lisa grabbed the plate with the sandwich and raised the entire thing to her face. "Oh my God. Mom, this sandwich smells horrible!"

Two of the girls giggled. Lisa gagged.

"Well I don't know what could be wrong. I just bought the meat the other day."

"Are you sure you didn't pull this from the freezer?" Lisa questioned then turned to the girls. "Mom is always stowing food in her freezer. Then she forgets about it and whips it out two years later and tries to serve it to us. Disgusting."

"No, thank you very much. That meat was fresh." Linda declared.

"Then you eat it." Lisa howled in laughter.

"I just might." Linda feigned sincerity.

Satisfied I had dodged a bullet, I grabbed a beer and walked out onto the dock and stared at the lake. I turned back and looked up at the lake house. I heard laughter. Lisa, Linda and the girls were apparently enjoying themselves, and for the first time in over a day, I was alone. Alone with my half-broken dick, alone with my thoughts, alone with my conscience. And all of it hurt.

How had everything gotten so out of control?

I went from a newlywed, supposedly loving husband, to some sort of animal who not only fucked his wife's mother, but was now caught up in a sick, sexual power war with my mother-in-law. In less than a day, my life had spun out of control and I was left to question everything I was and I everything I thought I was. The fact is, if you're of a certain persuasion, some things in life should never happen.

If you're a good doctor, you first do no harm. If you're a teacher, everything you do should ultimately be for the benefit of your student. If you're an honest man, you don't lie. And if you truly have hopes of being a family man, you're a loving, faithful husband. I thought I was that, a loving husband. But there I was, on a boat dock, overlooking a lake, with a beer and a head full of memories that told me I was anything but what I thought I was.

I should tell you now, what you already know. Lisa and I didn't make it. And thankfully, we never had any kids. We parted ways for so many valid reasons, but this nightmare with her mother never came to the surface. That being said, it did get worse...With that sandwich, Linda had issued a challenge, and I had to respond.

Pounding the rest of my beer, I turned and walked back up to the house. I found the girls, still out on the back deck, sharing drinks and laughing about God only knows what. Linda was with them, smiling politely as if to say "I get it, but I really don't get it." The generation gap between her and her daughter, and the cousins, was just too great.

I approached my wife and stood behind her. I placed my hands on her shoulders and gently rubbed. This subtle gesture never failed to get Lisa horny. It was a magical tool and something I truly loved about our relationship. Rubbing her shoulders was a sexual light switch. If I needed sex, all I had to do was rub Lisa's shoulders. It didn't matter where we were or what we were doing. I could be assured of sex within the hour if I simply took the time to rub her shoulders.

I never tested my theory, but I fully believed Lisa could be in grave danger, suffering unspeakable pain, and if I simply took the time to rub her shoulders, I'd be getting laid before anything else took place.

As I expected, Lisa looked up at me with a wanting look.

"We're going to run a quick errand." Lisa declared.

"Oh, where are you going?" One of the cousins asked.

"Just a quick errand. Nothing important. We'll be back in an hour."

"But we were just getting started. I thought we were going to put on our bathing suits, grab another drink, and float on the lake." Another cousin cried.

"Yep, we will. You girls go get started. We'll be right back."

It was as if Linda sensed something was up. She glared at me.

"Do you want me to come along?" Linda asked.

"Yeah, we can all go if you'd like." A cousin asked, forgetting about the limited space in the cars we had.

"There going to get busy," another of the cousins laughed, whose laughter was joined by the others.

"No, there's really not enough room for all of us," Lisa smiled devilishly. "We've got this handled. We'll be right back." With that Lisa got up from her chair, grabbed my hand and tried to lead me to the driveway.

I resisted.

"I'll be right there Honey. I need to grab something." I nodded towards the driveway and Lisa smiled.

"Ok, but we really have to go. Make it quick." Lisa urged, still smiling.

"Oh I will." I smiled back a devilish grin.

As I watched Lisa disappear around the corner and head for the driveway, I took a deep breath, walked over to where Linda was sitting, and leaned down to her ear. As a gentle wind blew I caught another dose of her essence, lotion, perfume, the feint odor of sex that only I would catch and understand what it was.

"You fucked up. Now someone else is going to have to get a taste." I turned and walked away, towards the driveway. In the kitchen window I saw Linda's reflection as my words sunk in. She quickly turned and glared at me. She was enraged.

I opened the car door and could smell a mixture of leather, alcohol, and my wife's perfume. Her long legs were invitingly spread out. Her sexy feet were propped up on the dashboard. So inviting. She gave me a big smile and cooed.

"I want your cock. It's been so long."

It had been long. It was a long drive. Then Lisa left for the lake house. Then...well, we know what happened after that.

"Yeah, you want it bad?" I drove the car down country road after country road trying to think of a good place for us to go where we could be left alone and just fuck.

"Hmmmm." She sighed.

"How bad?"

"Really, really, bad." She reached over and began massaging my balls and my cock through my shorts. As much as I was enjoying being touched, because of my confrontation with her mother, my dick was really sore. I caught myself wincing in pain, but couldn't let her see, because I wouldn't know how to explain why my dick was causing me so much discomfort.

"So, so bad." Lisa dug her fingers into the waistband of my shorts, then abruptly changed direction, pulled her fingers back out, grabbed my belt, and undid it before unzipping my fly. "Give me it now. I want you in my mouth."

Now this was a touchy situation, and another gamble. As soon as my fly was down, I could smell the remnants of the past twelve hours which basically amounted to her mother blowing me, and then me fucking her twice. In fact, less than two hours prior to this, my dick was in her mother and her mother's vagina was plastered all over my dick. My underwear was crusty with our dried up sex, a mixture of my semen, her cum, urine, ass sweat, and God only knows what else. And now, I was about to have my wife, her daughter, clean me up.

You might stop me here and point out how sick and twisted this is. And frankly, you'd be correct. It was sick and twisted, and it was a bit cruel to drag such an innocent into this battle, someone who clearly deserved better than what I was about to impose on her. I had fucked her mother, twice, and now I was going to allow her to taste her own mother's juices without her knowledge. And honestly, could it happen any other way. Could you foresee and circumstances by which someone would knowingly undertake what I was leading my wife to do. Of course not. And yet, here we were.

I had gone from bad to worse to downright depraved. But in war, there are casualties. And Lisa was about to become one.

"Oh Honey, you're a bit dirty down here...your cock is dirty." Lisa growled.

"It sure is, dirty for you." I growled back, doing my best to keep the car on the road.

"You want your dirty cock in my mouth?" Lisa asked.

"Yeah, stick my dirty cock into your filthy mouth." Lisa bent over the car's console and engulfed my dirty, sticky, smelly cock with her mouth. And need I say just how amazing it felt? For a dick that had been in and out her mother's pussy, with such a hard fucking, and then had been practically squeezed inside out, having Lisa's warm wet cherry lipped mouth moving up and down, her tongue licking the shaft and the head, gently sucking on my tip and then moving all the way down until her long tongue could flick my testicles, was pure undeserved heaven.

"Your filthy cock tastes so good." Lisa looked me in the eye and purred. I found a wooded area with a short dead end drive, hastily pulled in and slammed the gearshift forward into park. I leaned the seat back and let Lisa suck my dick some more.

Lisa sucked my dick for another couple of minutes before lifting her head back up and demanding me to fuck her. Nodding I pulled my shorts further down while she went to work pulling off her shorts and thong. Then she hopped over to the driver's side and rammed my dick into her sopping wet pussy. Her sweet, baby powdered tits brushing my face, her long blonde hair wafting across my cheeks, her ass in my hands, I was in heaven. Any soreness I felt before disappeared. And within seconds, I was shooting another load, this time into my wife's pussy. We writhed and ground into each other, our passion for each other still very much alive. I grabbed her by the back of the head, pulled her face close to mine and whispered into her ear

"I love you."

"I love you too..." she cooed.

I could tell she hadn't come yet, so while still holding her head close, I reached down with my hand and went to work gently, then vigorously massaging Lisa's clitoris. My fingers probed her young, silken gash, dipped into her satiny wetness, and rubbed her pea shaped nub of pleasure. I could feel her body stiffen and her breathing quicken until she went completely rigid and then shook violently before collapsing in my arms. Her body went limp but for her impassioned breathing.

We sat like that in the car, holding each other, reveling in our ecstasy until we both fell asleep. I don't know how long we were there like that, but it was long enough that the sun had shifted and the air had grown slightly cool. I had long since lost my erection and now my flaccid dick was just barely inside of her. She dismounted me, we put our clothes back on, and then headed back toward the lake house.

When we got back, we walked into the front door of the house. Through the kitchen window I could see the girls floating on the lake, drinks tucked in the rafts. Linda emerged from the bedroom in her bathing suit, still wearing her visor and flip flops. The bathing suit was a one piece that flattered her womanly shape. I could even see her full bush poking against the lower fabric between her legs. Despite anything that had transpired between the two of us, I still thought she was sexy. But even if she did want to fuck, I know I couldn't because for the first time in my life, I was truly, sexually spent.

"You two sure took awhile." Linda said to the two of us. She had a very serious look on her face.

"Yeah, we got a little caught up." Lisa's voice trailed off as she smiled at me.

"Yeah" I smiled devilishly, "we were a little busy."

Linda glared at me, then looked to Lisa who turned to us and said"

"I need to go brush my teeth." It was such an innocent comment that in any other situation would have been an inside joke between my wife and I. But Linda saw right through it and combined with my grin, knew exactly what had happened.

"You go do that. I'm going to get my suit on and I'll meet you outside." I called after her. Then I looked to Linda who honestly...I thought she was going to vomit.

"You.." She stumbled.

"Yes?"

Linda just shook her head and then ran outside to the deck where she actually did vomit.

"Are you feeling ok Linda?" I feigned concern.

Linda didn't respond, she only tightened her grip on the wooden railing. I of course, stared at her ass and wondered what it would be like to fuck it.