It’s done! Kolyan got married. Got a young wife. Only now, in addition to his wife, Kolyan also got a mother-in-law. I didn’t think about it, I didn’t guess. Everything would be fine, but either because his mother-in-law was divorced, or maybe because of her character, but the relationship between mother-in-law and son-in-law did not work out. To make matters worse, the mother-in-law lived with a young family.
To be more precise, this young family lived in the mother-in-law’s apartment. No, the mother-in-law didn’t openly bully her son-in-law, not in a joke, but in real life. But at every opportunity, and even when it wasn’t entirely convenient, she hinted that there were real men who had their hands growing from where they needed to, and they earned as much as they needed to. I’m totally stuck with my innuendos.
Besides, it’s become fashionable to enter a young man’s room at the wrong moments. In short, Nikolai put the question bluntly in front of his young wife: either or. Either we go to an apartment, or we get divorced. But my wife feels sorry for my mother, and I don’t really want to run away with my young husband. Tears solved the problem, and Kolyan resigned himself: this was his plan, and he would carry this cross to his mother-in-law’s death or his own. But I didn’t want to outlive my mother-in-law at all. Her health is enough for a whole squad of astronauts, although she invented sores for herself every day and hourly.
My mother—in-law also had a cottage, which was her love and pride. And the mother-in-law harnessed her son-in-law, although not quite, in her opinion, skilled and artisan, to Friday-Saturday-Sunday trips to this “bosom of nature.” And there, in the absence of my wife, I was completely exhausted by the guy as I could. The guy got twisted, he got sad. The way a person is built, he needs to share with others at least his grief, even his joy. So he shared it with the brothers from the brigade. And the guys advised me to just fuck my mother-in-law. Either it will help and become silk, or you will divorce your wife. There is no third option. Kolyan was stubborn: How come? She’s old and fat, and she’s just a mother—in-law. And the men, who were more experienced, explained to the newlywed couple that there are no old women, that she is at the age when women already know how to do everything, are not afraid of anything and really want to.
And even when alone, in a cold bed, not warmed by the warmth of a man’s body. And Kolyan’s mother—in-law is not fat, on the contrary, she is just an appetizing woman, begging to be crushed and rolled on the bed. There’s something to hold on to. And lying on such a body is not the same as lying on a skeleton. And anyway: the dick is not looking for peers! And as for the fact that this is a mother-in-law, a relative, it will become even more intimate when you fuck. In short, they instilled a spark of doubt in Kolyanov’s soul.
On another Friday, burdened with a burden worthy of a camel from Ali Baba’s caravan, the newlyweds accompanied their mother-in-law to the garden cooperative. My wife, because she was pregnant for two or three weeks, categorically refused to go to the country, preferring to visit various hairdressing, manicure and pedicure salons to pick at the ground. And how can Kolyan show his character? My mother-in-law will break it off in no time. He succumbed once to his wife’s tears, did not show his character — now you will be making fools of yourself all your life.
We worked for a while, rinsed under a summer shower made by Kolyan from an old barrel, and had dinner on the veranda of a small garden house. After dinner, Kolyan sat down on the steps of the porch and took a sweet drag on a cigarette. My mother-in-law is right there. And the political information began. And when Kolyan tried to insert a word in his defense, the effect of pouring gasoline on a blazing bonfire appeared. And then something clicked in his head, and Kolyan hugged his mother-in-law, who was sitting next to him, and gagged her with a kiss. Apparently, not expecting such an act from her son-in-law, the mother-in-law was taken aback and did not even make an attempt to resist.
But Kolyan had already flown off the rails and, come what may, dumped his mother-in-law on the porch, groped under the hem with his hand, pulled her panties off her ass. The mother—in-law came to her senses, and there was an attempt of resistance on her part, but she couldn’t cope with Kolyan in any way – not the weight category, as the wrestlers say. And in a matter of moments, the mother-in-law’s panties were flying somewhere like a blue hang glider, and Kolyan’s naked body was placed between her spread legBut Kolyan had already flown off the rails and, come what may, dumped his mother-in-law on the porch, groped under the hem with his hand, pulled her panties off her ass. The mother—in-law came to her senses, and there was an attempt of resistance on her part, but shdn’t cope with Kolyan in any way – not the weight category, as the wrestlers say. And in a matter of moments, the mother-in-law’s panties were flying somewhere like a blue hang glider, and Kolyan’s naked body was placed between her spread legs. No, there was resistance, and even very active, but when Nikolai pressed his mother-in-law’s legs almost to her chin, when he drove his cock into her pussy with full force, the mother-in-law sobbed and calmed down. I mean, I didn’t interfere, but I also didn’t help Kolyan fuck himself.
Every day, climbing on my wife several times, the workout is still the same. And Kolyan learned not to cum until his wife gave a signal with her voice or some kind of body movements, and therefore Kolyan beat his mother-in-law, not intending to cum. After all, he had something jammed, and therefore imagined that he was fucking his girlfriend. And the mother-in-law, no matter how hard she tried to be detachy day, climbing on my wife several times, the workout is still the same. And Kolyan learned not to cum until his wife gave a signal with her voice or some kind of body movements, and therefore Kolyan beat his mother-in-law, not intending to cum. After all, he had something jammed, and therefore imagined that he was fucking his girlfriend. And the mother-in-law, no matter how hard she tried to be detached from the rape process by her son-in-law, missed the moment that the body, which had been waiting for male affection for a long time, would respond to Kolyan’s efforts. Besides, it wasn’t a maniac who fucked her—her son-in-law, almost her son. And Mom’s insides twitched once, then again.
The pussy responded to the penetration, gave juice for lubrication, woke up and cheerfully joined the process of copulation. And then the other receptors that preserved the memory of the past got involved, and after a while the mother-in-law was already howling, cheerfully waving to the son-in-law. And she didn’t care that it was still pretty light, that the neighbors could see that her husband was fucking her daughter. The main thing was that she was fucked! And the mother-in-law finished, shuddering and mumbling something inarticulate, shouting out some words that she couldn’t even remember later. And Kolyan, having received a signal from his partner’s body, accelerated the slotting and poured a good portion of sperm into her pussy.
The mother-in-law was lying on her back, with her legs still in place. Kolyan was sitting next to me and smoking. The mother-in-law was crying, and tears were rolling down her cheeks from the corners of her eyes. Kolyan was disgusted by what he had done, but, clenching his teeth, he did not utter a word, did not try to justify himself, silently finished his cigarette in a few puffs and lit another one.
Sitting down on the porch with a jerk, without trying to straighten her dress, the mother-in-law slapped Kolyan in the face. Pressing her hands to her cheeks, terrified of what she had done, she waited to see what this maniac, who had just fucked her so roughly, would do. Eyes like a teacup, they’re scared. The mouth is slightly open. And Kolyan suddenly felt so light, so good. He smiled mischievously, grabbed his mother-in-law’s hands, took them away from her face and gently kissed his mother-in-law’s lips.
The moon shone on the veranda, a cot on which two naked bodies were floundering. There were moans, oohs, aahs, and sounds of kissing. There was a persistent scent of sweat, semen, and female secretions in the air. Both Kolyan and his mother-in-law enjoyed each other. Frmoon shone on the veranda, a cot on whinaked bodies were loundering. There were moans, oohs, aahs, and sounds of kissing. There was a persistent scent of sweat, semen, and female secretions in the air. Both Kolyan and his mother-in-law enjoyed each other. Frantically, like before the end of the world. The evening conversation was forgotten after the actual rape of the mother-in-law by the son-in-law. The mother-in-law’s resentment was forgotten that the son-in-law could have asked, and not rushed like a wolf at a sheep, and the mother-in-law herself would have given (?). Everything was forgotten and forgiven. After shouting and moaning to her heart’s content, which she did not do even with her ex-husband, the mother-in-law fell asleep in the arms of her son-in-law.
The morning found the lovers sleeping on a cramped cot, naked, tired, but joyful. As soon as the first rays of the sun touched the sleepers, mother-in-law’s hand checked Kolyanov’s combat readiness. Without even fully waking up, she straddled her son-in-law and rocked on him, moaning with pleasure. And he was blissful, admitting to himself that fucking with his mother-in-law was much more pleasant than fucking with his wife, if only for the simple reason that no whims, no conditions were imposed on him. He was accepted for what he was. And they were glad that the tool was standing, working, and God willing, it would continue to work just as flawlessly. And the men were right when they said that lying on a plump woman is much more pleasant than on modern skeleton hangers.
All Saturday and Sunday, Kolyan, as soon as his mother-in-law’s body was within reach, threw out his grasping limbs with a lightning movement of the mantis and overwhelmed his mother-in-law. He fucked her, marveling at his own strength and desire. Fucked everywhere: under a currant bush, almost in full view of the neighbors; in a cramped shower stall; under an apple tree, with cancer; on the veranda and in the house.
My mother-in-law hasn’t worn her panties since Friday, ever since she got rid of them thanks to Kolyamother-in-law hasn’t worn her panties since Friday, ever since she got rid of them thanks to Kolyan’s efforts, so that my son-in-law wouldn’t waste his energy and time undressing. Even the old tights in which the mother-in-law constantly worked at the site were replaced with a dress. She looked younger. Where did the obstinate and grumpy man go? She was a lovely woman, a model of fun, a storehouse of helpfulness and consideration. And when Kolyan performed the licking and sucking procedure with his mother-in-law’s