Their relationship was clearly defined now. Her, a voracious sexual hurricane, had broken down the young man below her into the perfect slave. She had used her incredible sexual appeal and created a slave whose devotion would last for the rest of their lives. She had created him. A proverbial mother and son.
She lunged for his mouth and put her tongue right where it belonged. Right down his fucking throat. They French-kissed for what felt like hours, but was in fact only minutes.
They ground together until I watched his ass cheeks flex and I heard them both scream out in ecstasy. He came deep inside her again. I quietly came too, one of the best orgasms of my life.
As Gina held her son-in-law in her arms, he passed out for good, Gina stared over his shoulder, somehow sensing my presence. Finally she looked away, and I was able to sneak out. When I went in to that house I hated that woman for what she was doing. Leaving, after seeing her at work, my feelings about her could be summed up in one word.
Respect.
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Jenny was very bubbly and excited as I drove her back home, to where her mother and husband were. This was my second time driving to this house this day. It felt like I had just left after watching Gina fucking the shit out of her son-in-law. This was a big moment for Jenny. This was the moment where she would find out whether she could trust her mother-in-law. She obviously couldn’t but would she figure this out? Her reaction was key. We pulled into her driveway, and we walked towards the front door. As we approached, Gina opened the door. She looked radiant, wearing a tight pink blouse and jeans. She looked freshly fucked to me. (In fact, Matt and her had just taken a shower, together)
“Hey.” Her mother said excitedly, holding out her arms. Jenny scanned her face then, gave her a curt hug. She saw her husband behind her mom. She walked over to him and asked:
“How did it go?”
“It went great. I missed you so much.” Matt said to her, leaning down and kissing her. He looked more relaxed than I’d ever seen him. Definitely freshly fucked. She scanned around, scanning for anything amiss. She looked over at her mom, and then she started to tear up.
“Mom, I’m so sorry. For everything. I’m sorry I never trusted you.” Jenny said, running into her mother’s arms. They hugged tightly. Gina smirked evilly at Matt over her shoulder. It was at that moment that I lost all respect for Jenny as a woman. Her husband and mom had clearly fucked each other. It was easy to see. Yet she remained clueless. I had never realized how gullible she really was.
“Honey, I want to move closer to you guys. I want to be part of your lives.” Gina said to her daughter.
“Mom, that would be great.” Jenny responded.
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(Matt)
Three months had passed since that day. And life was great. My wife, Jenny, was happier than ever. She slept easy. No dreams anymore. Her and her mom were like old friends, chatting and talking all the time. I loved having Gina close by. It made things easier. It would be tough to be her sex slave if she lived hundreds of miles away.