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🕑 Added 2022-02-01 10:33:58 +0000 UTCThe Mother in Law takes no prisoners… and introduces Jon to her dick.
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“Hey you.”
A smile crept up on Jonathon as he felt the soft hands he had grown to love peeking over his shoulder, and turned into Tammy.
Somehow, she seemed to compliment the garden they stood in, her luscious, fiery hair forming a gorgeous contrast with the vibrant greens surrounding them, framing rosy cheeks and a good-natured smile.
“Hey….”
His fiancée. The love of his life.
For a moment, everything was perfect.
“AH, THEREyou are!”
Jonathon winced at the harsh sound of his Mother-in-law as botoxed lips wound into view, giant red bands that looked ready to swallow him whole as they emerged from the mansion looming behind them. He could almost feel her heavy perfume on his skin from here.
“Ah… hi Mrs Dawson.”
“MISS, or have you forgotten my husband hasn’t been present for the past twenty years.”
Jon thought that she had probably sucked all the blood from his body and dropped the husk in whatever crypt she chose to sleep in at night, although he could understand why a person would be attracted to her. She filled a room with her presence, a snappy, threatening persona that at best would have you captivated, at worst have you quaking in your socks as she stripped your soul with a mere gesture, each line of maturity on her face sharp enough to cut through diamond, although many had been smoothed by multiple surgeries.
If her punctual conversations weren’t enough, she also possessed outrageous stripper tits, currently packed into a blood-red latex corset, and platinum blond hair in a tight bun behind her head. Jon had never before seen a pair of breasts that could be described as ‘aggressive,’ but the bazookas pointing at ninety degrees to her slender body more than fit the bill. For a fifty-ish year old woman, she still looked incredible (in a garish way), and her knife-like cheeks and long lashes only added to the intriguing visage.
She also enjoyed an outlandish fashion sense, the corset accompanied by black boots and a skirt so short it was criminal, finished off with black leggings which wouldn’t have looked out of place in a cabaret club. Combined it made her impossible to ignore, which was a shame from Jon’s perspective, because she hated his guts.
“Tammy darling, we’ve been looking for you everywhere. Agnes is setting up some flowers, and we need your input.”
“Oh… uh… okay!”
She turned to Jon apologetically.
“Sorry, I’ll be back in a sec!”
“It’s okay, take your time,” he said, wishing with all his heart for her to hurry back as soon as possible.
When her legs had disappeared around the side of the mansion, the smile on Miss Dawson’s face slid from her face like dirty water down a drain.
“So, still hanging in there are you?”
“Yes Miss Dawson.”
He had long ago stopped wasting his breath trying to please her, to explain that he loved her daughter, met only with backhanded compliments and stinging rebuttals. The fact she literally looked down on him, assisted by her heeled boots, never helped.
“Well, lucky you’re here in case we need someone to check the wine isn’t poisoned.”
“Who would possibly want to do that?” he replied innocently.
She narrowed her eyes at him.
“Boy, if you ever think you are marrying my daughter, you have another thing coming.”
He rolled his index finger and thumb together, wishing he could do some manual labour to get the itch to hit something out of his system.
“That’s odd from the person who insisted on organising our engagement party.”
She sniffed.
“Honestly, a common handyman… You really are pathetic. Don’t even have the balls to be one of the strong specimens.”
He certainly wasn’t the biggest, but Jon was tough and had a gym-like physique from his daily labouring, if not the height to go with it.
He pulled back from taking the bait.
‘Don’t let her get to you.’
The lips protruding from her face curled into a sneer.
“Just like the rest of your stock, worthless.”
His cheeks flushed red, fist coming up clenched.
“Don’t you dare…”
“JON!”
His hand dropped as he saw Tammy storming towards them.
“What did I tell you,” Miss Dawson cried theatrically, “he despises me!”
Tammy’s hair seemed to become even brighter as she thrust her hands on her hips.
“WHAT are you doing!”
“B-But she said…”
Tammy’s usually sweet persona had switched; rarely he ever seen her this angry, nostrils flared, hair ablaze in the afternoon sun.
“I don’t want to hear it… Mother has welcomed you into the family, why can’t you just fit in!”
Jon managed to check himself, that is until the next sentence made his blood boil as it was issued across the finely cut grass.
“It’s difficult darling,” said Miss Dawson with a caring tone, “commonfolk can never release themselves of their baser instincts.”
“You BITCH!” Jon spat.
“JON!!” Tammy screeched, “time out, NOW!”
Miss Dawson shot the most simpering expression to him as he was marched away by his girlfriend to a spot behind a tree, just at the edge of the lawn.
When Tam began to speak Jon was still seething.
“What the fuck Jon, WHY do you keep getting so aggressive with her?!”
Jon’s jaw dropped.
“Didn’t you hear her?!? She called me common!!”
Tammy huffed.
“It’s… not an insult in her world, she just didn’t understand that… that it might be offensive...”
“No Tam, she knew EXACTLY how offensive it was, that’s why she said it!”
She squeezed the bridge of her nose, taking a deep breath.
“Jon…. I’m not going to argue. You go back and apologise to Mother. I know you two are…. Different…. But if you can’t make her happy, then you can’t make me happy.”
He gawped at her.
“Tam…. Tammy… But she…”
“No arguments!” she responded firmly, “it’s all in your head! Now go talk to her; I’m driving down to the village to pick up some stuff, so I expect you two to have worked things out by the time I’m back.”
Jon moaned, trying to put her hand in his, but she slipped out of it and walked away without a backwards glance.
***
Jon trudged back to where Mallory Dawson was waiting with a smug expression.
“I assume it went well?”
Jon clamped down on his anger as best he could.
“I wanted to say…. I’m sorry,” he uttered through clenched teeth.
Her lips formed into a leering smile, angled at him in such a way as to make his fists tighten.
“For being common? Well, at least you finally acknowledged your place in the world.”
He ground his jaw, feeling the urge to bite.
“I’m sorry, and that’s that.”
“Apology not accepted.”
Jon’s face fell into one of despair, hands clawing at his sides.
“So, at a guess, I would say your relationship rests on pleasing me, correct?”
His insides were liquidating. He wanted to scream so much it was painful.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” she said slyly, noting the vein throbbing on his forehead, underneath ash-black hair.
She stood for a moment, letting the moment of delicious victory play out, Jon remaining motionless in front of her, loathing in his eyes as sweet birdsong echoing across the emerald fields.
“You’re going to do whatever I say… yes?”
Her expression was utter delight, and Jon wanted to punch it so badly that he thought he might have a stroke, fists red from shaking.
She stepped forward, her breasts coming close to his chin, and Jon felt a little whimper rise up as the stress of the situation wrinkled his brain.
“I’m really going to enjoy this,” she said smoothly, and her lips formed a suggestive smile as the wave of perfume that existed around her enclosed him, dousing him in a deep, pungent scent which attacked his nostrils and filled the lungs.
He spluttered, doused in the mild tear gas as his eyes watered.
Then two red latex-gloved hands were at his cheeks.
“Such a naughty boy,” she said softly.
Jon felt a new sensation rising up… fear, and…. Something else.
He put his hands up to remove the gloves.
“Ah, ah, ah,” she warned, tutting, “we don’t want to get on the wrong side of mummy now do we…. What would Tammy say?”
Invoking the name of his future wife was all that was needed to stay his hand, and his arms moved back to his side, clamping to his hips as he fought the instinct to flee. Mallory’s grip was tight, and she unravelled an odious grin which made his stomach contract…. Before pressing a rubber-clad thumb into his mouth.
“Hmmh!” whimpered Jon, as Mallory began exploring his mouth eagerly with first one, and then two thumbs, playing tag with his tongue, pressing it down into his jaw, then up to the roof, her lips forming a bright red crescent with pearly white teeth showing between them as she raped his face with her inquisitive digits.
His eyes were wide and watery, filled with disbelief as she deflowered his face-hole.
“That’s it… Good boy,” she breathed, drinking in how cowed Jon was now as she switched her technique, extracting one thumb to carefully grasp the back of his head, before sliding two fingers between his lips. These fingers were far more violent, able to reach deeper, and she began to fuck his face with them, jabbing to the back of his throat, the sides of his mouth and swinging round the wet cave like she was trying to spread saliva evenly to every last inch of pink, tender flesh.
The texture of latex was something Jon had never thought he’d feel pumping between his lips, and he sobbed in humiliation as she rapidly thrust her fingers to the back of his throat, making him gag and choke, spittle coming up to spatter on the wrist of the elbow-length latex.
What made it worse was how much Mallory was enjoying it, staring him down, breathing heavily as she learnt the intimacies of Jon’s face, the tautness of his cheeks, the length at which he could no longer handle objects in his mouth, drinking in the fear and rising confusion from his mud-brown irises.
It lasted no longer than five minutes, but the memory burnt itself into Jon’s brain forever as she gave a tender groan as if she had just cum in her panties, extracting her fingers like they were leaving a wet pussy. Jon’s lips and chin were covered in spit, his cock shamefully hard as she put the two fingers up in a cub-scout salute.
“There’s a good boy,” she cooed, before turning from him and shoving her fingers deep down her own throat, most certainly past whatever gag reflex she owned (or apparently, didn’t) as it looked like she was trying to swallow her hand.
Jon’s jaw nearly fell off as she gave a deep, belly-moan, sucking at her whole hand, before extracting her fingers from somewhere around her neck.
“Thank you for that slut,” she said, “Now follow me.”
He didn’t know if his legs would work any more.
“But.. where are w-“
She snarled and forced her fingers back between his lips, settling into place on his tongue.
“You ever question me again, slut, and I’ll make you pay like you wouldn’t believe.”
He fell silent, his hole world crumbling around his ears, kept alive only by the faint hope of pleasing the evil bitch in front of him.
“Suck.”
Jon whimpered. He hadn’t cried in years, but now the instinct was crawling up from somewhere deep and child-like in his brain, and he had to blink back tears.
“Ohhhh, Mommy’s going to make such a good boy out of you,” breathed Mallory, “Now suck… suck like your marriage depends on it.”
Jon’s lungs pulled the gloved hand in with the vacuum that followed, cheeks caving as he sealed his lips around her two fingers.
“Ugh gracious,” she murmured, pumping her digits again so that the sounds of Jon’s suction were loud and obscene compared to the idyllic quiet of the Dawson estate.
*Ghlh* *GHLHHH*
“Ohhh God, you’re such a good pussy darling,” she hissed, extracting her fingers once more with a wet *pop*.
“Follow.”
He wiped his eyes as she swept herself about and strutted off towards the doors of the mansion, almost certainly fake butt-cheeks swaying side to side, too large for her thin hips, creating an hourglass of ridiculous, unnatural proportions.
Jon’s world was crashing around his ears, the nature around him receding into total silence as he staggered after his supposed future mother-in-law, unable to stop staring at her ass which seemed to get bigger and juicier the more he looked at it.
He was led through a marble-floored lobby, up plush staircases portraying fantastical portraits of queens and noblewomen, to a humungous bedroom with a four-poster bed, and decorations that wouldn’t have looked out of place in Dracula’s catacombs; terrifying-looking ornaments of Ivory and fur bedecked the fireplace and tables, and shadows existed in many of the corners due to the half-drawn curtains across large windows. The bedcovers and floor were burgundy, like the room had been submerged in red wine.
“Close the door.”
Her voice was soft now, something he rarely heard from her tone, and he looked at her warily, before closing the door behind him.
The clunk as the thick handle locked into place was enough to make him jump.
Her hands rubbed together, slowly, the latex tingling his ears with every stretching torturous movement.
“Strip, slut.”
He shook his head in disbelief.
“N…no!.”
For a moment he stood resolute, his mind sliding into turmoil as he waited for her to explode, to sneer, to become aggressive. Instead, she sashayed over until she was mere inches from his face, those breasts like a tidal wave across his vision, wrenching his eye-line towards them. Her smile was wide, and she seemed totally relaxed, hip cocked to the side.
Those fake lips had never seemed so pleased.
“Such a naughty boy…”
Then her hand came out, slowly. He watched as it placed itself on his chest. It fiddled with the nape of his shirt. She then trawled a lone fingernail down the centre of his chest, across his abs, stopping to tickle his belly button behind the thin material.
He gasped as the senses honed down to a fine point, the tiny space at the end of her nail which was plying its way across the highway of his skin.
“Strip.”
It was so quiet, that he almost didn’t hear it, his lips sticking together because they were so moist.
He pulled his shirt off.
“Good boy,” she uttered as the clothing fell away, “continue.”
He co-operated, removing his jeans and socks, leaving him standing in just his boxers.
They couldn’t do this. This wasn’t happening.
But now weird, awful fantasies were becoming reality as she trailed the finger down to his bulge, a decent size at six inches erect.
“Ohhh… that’s nice,” she whispered, giving it a teasing squeeze, “but…. I think mine is bigger.”
‘Huh?’
She let out a chuckle as he gazed non-plussed at her.
“Let me show you…”
She grabbed his hand and took it, bringing it under her skirt. His breath froze in his chest as he waited for the inevitable folds of a wet pussy to envelope him…. and was met instead with a fleshy pillar with a titanium rod inside it.
“What..?”
“Yes Jon.”
Trembling fingers slipped up and down the length of the girthy monster in Jon’s palm.
‘Oh my God.’
Where did it end?.. Where did it start?
The more he travelled up and down, the less he understood whether it was actually a human cock, or some sort of horse penis.
The woman whose organ he was holding uttered a soft sigh as her future son in law’s sweet hands explored her stallion shaft, revelling in the way he seemed glued to it with curiosity.
Then he finally found the base. Miss Dawson had shaved… but stubble was still rough on his thumb.
Jon yanked his arm from under the skirt, staggering backwards.
“What the fuck is that?!?”
“It’s my cock,” she said drily.
“But…”
“Nice of you to check it over for me… but I think we should be a little more thorough than that, no?”
She hoisted her skirt up and the impossible schlong was revealed, a ten-inch plus rod with a thick, angry mushroomed head and bull testicles hanging beneath it, the skin slightly sagged with age but still clearly virile, steam almost coming off of it, so potent was its appearance.
“What do you think?”
“That’s…”
An egg had appeared in the middle of Jon’s throat. His palms were sweating. He had never really thought about dicks in an aesthetic way before, but then he had never seen an aggressive animal such as the one in front of him right now. It was the Big Ben of all dicks, and it was looking at him, swaying in a non-existent breeze from the blood pumping through it. A girthy blue vein pulsed up its side, and through it he could discern a fierce lust within Miss Dawson’s icy exterior, one which was now cracking and revealing itself.
Her eyes were terrifying; dark blue wells that wanted to devour him where he stood, and the urge to run yanked at the back of his neck.
“Suck my cock.”
The order thrummed the air, snapping at Jon’s ears like a whip, and the breath caught in his lungs.
“HUH.. N.. n-no,” he pleaded, “no I don’t…. you can’t do this….”
She raised an eyebrow into an arch so high it could have suspended a bridge above it.
“Show me your cock.”
“What?”
“Show. Me. Your. COCK!” she screamed.
He felt the air that remained in his lungs evacuate, removing his underwear with fumbling hands.
The erection popped out in mid-air, far less weighty than hers which allowed it point at the ceiling, as hers drooped towards the floor.
“Tell me again,” she drawled, “You were saying something about not wanting this?”
Someone had poured scrambled eggs into his skull in place of a brain.
“Look it’s not that I.... It’s not…”
“Shut your mouth, peasant.”
He clamped his lips together, penis bobbing in time with his heartbeat.
She stepped towards him, inching her curves and provocative attire closer until her appendage was almost touching his.
When she spoke, it was so quiet that it was almost as if she hadn’t said it at all.
“Suck my cock, slut.”
“M-m-mis Dawson,” he snivelled.
She didn’t respond, placing her hands on his shoulders, applying a gentle pressure that somehow achieved what words had not, easing him down, bringing him to his knees.
He was kneeling in front of his mother-in-law, face inches away from her giant penis as it swung lazily in front of him.
“M… please…”
Mallory rolled her eyes and brought a hand down to grip her cock and aim it true, and she walked it forwards, into Jon’s face.
“MHGHH,” he snivelled, as the cock pressed flush against his nose, then his cheek, then directly on his lips. He managed to open them enough through his utter disgust to allow the tip to graze his teeth.
“Open,” hissed Mallory, and Jon’s jaw railed against his order to do so, needing a monumental force of will to prize itself away from its clamped position.
“OHHH God,” moaned Mallory as she felt the warmth of his tongue for the first time, and the wetness of his mouth.
Jon sobbed, the taste of a cock just as pungent and odious as he had imagined it would be.
Why was his cock throbbing?
He opened his mouth as wide as possible, and tried to avoid touching it as she did the opposite, pressing it into his cheek so it bulged sideways, leaving no room for imagination as to what was inhabiting his mouth.
“Ohhh God put your lips on it, slut” she moaned.
He whimpered, trying to keep his mouth as open as possible, throat closed, and closing his eyes.
“Suck it.”
No. This was too much.
He stayed still, hoping she would just use him and get it over with.
“Are you sure you don’t want to enjoy this?” she asked, tone threatening.
He didn’t respond, staying as still as it was possible to do so without becoming a corpse.
“Stop.”
He gratefully pulled his head away.
“Pathetic. Tell Tammy that the wedding is off.”
She tucked her cock back under her skirt and strode to the door, unlocking it.
Jon’s stomach fell to the floor.
“Wait… NO!”
Her ass was already swaying away towards the staircase.
“WAIT, OKAY, I’LL S-… I’LL DO IT… COME BACK!”
He grabbed for his clothes but realised there was no time, instead running naked after her and reaching the ramrod figure as she began to descend the staircase.
“Please… Mallory….”
“It’s Miss Dawson to you, cretin.”
Her stride was long, and she didn’t pause as he tried to stand in her way on the staircase, making her even taller over him than she had been before.
“I’m sorry, Miss Dawson…”
His face quivered.
“… I’ll s….I’ll suck your cock, I’ll do it!”
“Clearly not,” she said with an airy tone, trying to step around the butt-naked young man as he desperately blocked her way.
He could see it. The way she would destroy everything; break into tears, feign hurt, all to manipulate Tammy against him.
She was a quarter of the way down - any further and anyone walking through the lobby would be able to see them.
As she stepped around him, he knew what he must do.
Jon got on his knees directly in front of her crotch, placed his hands on her thighs, and opened his mouth, tongue out.
Mallory Dawson paused, looking down at him. A statue might have betrayed more emotion.
Jon carefully, oh so carefully, peaked his hands underneath her skirt, and gripped the humungous package there.
The merest glimmer of a smile came to her eye as he fished out her swollen cock, and placed it in his mouth.
It hurt that a part of him wanted it, saliva swilling around the thick sausage in his face, and Jon moaned onto her head, tongue flicking forward to savour the spongy texture of it, the salty, bitter flavours.
“OHHhhhhh,” she moaned, bending at the waist slightly as Jon gave in, sliding his tight lips further down her shaft, kneeling and naked in front of her, the ultimate submission.
He began a slow rhythm of bobbing his head, performing a high-quality blow-job for his Mother-in-law as she stood above him, allowing him to service her, enjoying the show.
Soft slurping noises echoed down the stairs and through the hall, pace increasing as the man tried his best to quicken the process.
“Oh no, no, no,” she said with an evil tone, “nice and slow now… good boy…”
Jon whimpered as he looked up at his mother-in-law, the woman stroking his hair as he sank up and down on her thick shaft.
He found the eye contact made her cock throb harder, and it was having an effect on his own as well, a hand covering up his modesty so that he wouldn’t have to show her how much he was enjoying the process as well.
“Hmmm, someone enjoying themselves?”
He made what would have been a pathetic whimper into her cock, but instead came out as a gurgle, eyes watering as he tried his best to push his throat onto it, because he knew there would be no third chance. He had to give everything.
Jon tried to pretend he was thinking of Tammy, even though the firmness of Mallory Dawson’s appendage felt so right in his mouth, and when a healthy spurt of pre-cum splashed onto his tongue he couldn’t help sucking it down as she watched approvingly, sighing when his tongue flicked her slit.
“I see someone has come to terms with their place in life.”
If his cheeks had gone any redder, they would have burst into flames.
He tried to ignore it and continue sucking her cock.
“Miss Dawson?”
Jon blurted out a whine, pulling himself away and looking back in horror at a bald waiter who regarded him coolly.
The man barely spared him a glance, clearly used to his Mistress’s sexual habits, setting his gaze back on Mallory.
A hand found Jon’s chin, pulling it harshly back to its position in front of her groin, looking up at a quizzical expression.
“Did I tell you to stop?”
“B-but…”
“Did I TELL YOU… to stop?”
He looked up with pleading eyes, but when the heartless gaze of his mother-in-law looked back he sobbed, taking her cock back into his mouth and restarting the slow suction.
*Ghl-gluhhhhh*
“Yes Timothy?”
Jon’s face was scarlet as he tried not to be too loud, despite the fact he was giving a blowjob to his mother-in-law in front of another man, but Mallory popped her hips forward to make sure he gagged.
*GHLHHH-gluh-gluh-glugh*
“The champagne will arrive late.”
She grabbed Jon’s head as she was speaking and began to fuck his face, huge balls now swinging into his chin so hard he felt like she was trying to knock him out, head jerking back with each slap of her testicles.
*GLHHHH-UHGHGHGHKHKK*
“Well do we have -*uhn*- any reserves in the wine cellar?”
*GLUH GLUHHHG GLUGHH*
“Yes Ma’am.”
*Schwap schwap schwap schwap*
Jon moaned into Mallory’s face-fucking, and the hand she had wormed into his hair clawed tighter.
“HHMM-*ghlgh*-Mmmhh-*GHLH*-MHH-“
“Shhhhh quiet now boy, adults are speaking,” she admonished, like he was a toddler. “Well get the reserves out… *Ohhh*…. but not the best stuff, that’s for… *MMNHhhhh…!*… s-special occasions.”
Her balls were hot and heavy against his skin.
“Very good Ma’am.”
*GLUH GLUH GLUGH*
Jon whimpered, partly in pleasure, pain, and relief that the waiter was retreating from the humiliating scene.
“Oh and Timothy?”
He moaned onto her hilted cock, snug in his throat as he heard the man turn back.
“GHLHHHHHHH!!!!”
“Yes Ma’am?”
“Bring a bottle to my room… the best we have, and leave it outside the door.”
“Mhhhmm-MGLHHhhh…”
“Of course Ma’am.”
She accompanied this with such a slow thrust that it was more of an exploration of how deep her cock really went, her corseted belly coming right up to his eyeballs as she fused his face to her crotch.
“Thank you Timothy.”
*Gluhhhhhghgh*
When the man had finally disappeared, Jon drew back, lips distended around her shaft, and slobbered off of her cock with a swampy *schllsshh*, drool all over his face.
“Uhhn… C-can we… go to the bedroom please?”
She looked down at him with an eyebrow cocked, considering his request.
It was obvious that Mallory was loving the sight of him begging on his knees, musing as she elongated the torture by gently swaying her hips left and right, which caused her dong to pat against his face, sliding across it, left, and then right.
“Hmmm.”
Left, then right.
“…. I think not.”
He whined like a bitch, the sob of a broken man.
“You finish me here, and then we will move on to my chambers.”
Jon looked down at her wicked appendage, and felt pure heat in his chest.
He gave into it.
His lick across her shaft was too arousing, attaching his wet bands to every veiny inch of it which was making him harder than he’d ever been.
“Ghllhhh.”
Mallory inflated as she took in the submission of her future son-in-law, cheeks distending as he pulled her cock to the side of his mouth, sucking on the giant soap dispenser, his own cute little dicklet bobbing in the air.
The slurps became much louder, echoing down the stairs and potentially flitting at the edges of whoever entered the lobby as Jon’s knees dug into the carpet, head bobbing back and forward with more pace now as her hands crept into his hair.
She began to pull him in, but never completely took control, making sure he was fully in control of his cock-sucking activities.
“Put your back into it boy!”
The glee ringing in her voice cut him to the core as he sullied himself, giving as slutty a blow-job as he could imagine.
“Ghllluhgh ghlughh!”
The figures paired together from waist-to-face looked outlandishly different in demeanour, The young man naked and attached to the waist of the far taller, clothed figure, who regarded him with something between triumph and savage desire.
It was difficult getting his tongue all the way around it, because she took up so much space in his mouth, shuffling his knees so he could work a different angle, and every time the helmet bulged obscenely in his throat, he would know she was enjoying it because it jumped.
He looked up at her and regretted it, seeing her lips smiling back at him. She took the opportunity to remind him of his station by pulling his face right to her hips, jamming her cock into his throat.
“Oh that’s it, learn your place boy,” she sneered, jiggling her hips left and right so that cock hit the sides of his throat and mouth, making an odd warbling sound in his neck as she jammed herself back out and in again.
Tears ran down Jon’s face, disgusted with himself as he savoured the flavours of his Mother-in-law’s bitter sausage, the musk of her infecting his sinuses as he was forced to take a deep breath in through his nose.
Her perfume mixed with the tangy cock-smell, making a potent brew that was almost solid, clogging his brain.
“MHHMmmmm.”
“Oh… “
Mallory was beginning to tremble, and she looked like she was getting close, the little jerks in her cock less rhythmic, her eyelids fluttering.
“NnnnOO!”
She pulled her cock from his face just in time, allowing Jon to heave in huge breaths of air, even as his lips sought out the pleasant thickness of the shaft now lost to them.
“Oh there we are… nice and ready,” she said triumphantly, face flushed as she looked down at the spit and pre-cum covered face of Jon, naked, on his knees, chest rising and falling, dick throbbing in mid-air.
Jon looked back at the woman’s corset expanding around her ribs, and realised both of them were fully in heat as her own chest mirrored his, long gulps of oxygen needed to focus her brain on the task ahead.
“Follow me, bitch-boy.”
Jon’s knees were shaking as he pulled himself to his feet.
Mallory turned, suddenly angry.
“Did I say you could walk?”
He retreated back to his hands and knees.
“That’s right,” she said smoothly, “crawl like the dog you are.”
He whimpered, following as her heels knifed through the air, all the way back to her room.
When they reached it, she shut the door behind him and locked it.
The way she stood suggested she was running through all of the delicious possibilities available to her.
“Well… seeing as you really are nothing more than a dog, come and hump my leg.”
He didn’t even bother trying to put up a pretence.
Jon’s lip trembled as he padded over and wrapped his arms around her thigh, enjoying the smooth texture of the leggings, cock hard as he pressed it against her calf.
He went at a decent rate, pumping his erection at her muscle, but she seemed dissatisfied.
“Tut, tut slut.”
He increased the pace, looking up as he began to mash his erection heartily against her skin, and her lips creased upwards as she watched him debase himself.
“That’s it… who’s a good boy?”
“Mmmhh,” he moaned, lost in the feeling of her superior body, his hand briefly considering rubbing her nutsack before hating himself for thinking about it.
“MMmmee-uh…..”
“Yes, you’re a good boy… finally you learn your true place, beneath me.”
A little dribble of pre-cum fell down the sides of his helmet as it ground against her.
“Enough.”
He stopped, and went back to all fours, awaiting his next command, and a thrill went through him as she turned so that he was facing her glorious ass.
“Remove my corset.”
He moved quickly, not wanting to displease her any further, and began to untie the tight strings holding it together. It fell away, and he spied a peak under her arm at the heavy breasts now revealed, mouth watering at the prospect.
“Skirt.”
He returned to his work, pulling down her skirt, revealing two bubbly orbs, leaving her just in red panties which seemed quite loose now that they were pulled to the side of her cock.
“Panties.”
They came down as well, leaving her naked in heels as she stepped out of them.
When she turned, Jon mumbled to himself as he gazed at the woman in all her glory, lines of age barely visible, or more likely surgically removed, as two tits with generous nipples exploded from her chest, cock swinging in front of her, waist slight, abs hidden under the surface of an almost thin belly.
“Would you like me to fuck you Jonathon?”
The liquid in his eyes returned as he thought of his fiancée, the woman he loved, who even now was still a beacon of light in his life.
Mallory’s hard cock edged closer to his face.
“Jonathon… answer the question.”
He looked up, cheeks wobbling.
“Y-yes.”
The smug satisfaction on her face was almost too much to bear, even though he wanted her.
“Good.”
She sashayed to the bed and kicked off her heels, still taller than him by a long way as she opened out a drawer, withdrawing a giant bottle of lube which she began pouring in a no-nonsense fashion across the entire length of her shaft.
“Nice and slick for my slut,” she said, stroking up and down the virile missile as she lay back against the headboard, watching him.
Jon waited on his hands and knees for her to command him, and she built the tension by blowing a kiss whilst stroking slowly. A droplet of white rolled down the rugged side of her cock, mirroring the sweat droplet on his forehead, his fingers flexing in response.
He hated how excited he was for this, his body betraying him, cock pulsing as her voice sliced through the air.
“Sit on me.”
Every muscle in Jon’s body was taut as he crept to the bed and placed himself on the comfortable, warm sheets, hesitating before bringing his legs either side of this giantess’s waist.
She looked and felt so much bigger than him in this splayed-out position, and the fact he was going to do something so submissive heightened that feeling, Jon’s chest muscles tightening, calves cramping as he reached down and put a hand around her heaving weapon.
Girth.
The tension in his muscles wound up a notch as he felt her pulsing in his hand, and he found his lips parting, a whimper escaping as he looked down at the woman about to enter him.
Her expression was as close to joyous as he had ever seen it, thick bands pursed in a victorious mid-air smooch, and it felt like the walls of his life were caving in as he met her gaze with a demure look, aiming her cock up at his asshole.
“Here we go,” she trilled, “All aboard…”
Jon screwed his eyelids shut, because he didn’t want to look at her as he submitted to her will.
A hand reached out and touched his chin.
“Ah-Ah… You look at me as it goes in, understand?”
He kept his glazed eyes on her sharp ones, nodding pathetically.
The hand fell away, rubbing instead at his thigh. She was rough, pressing her thumb into his flesh, and he murmured as she spanked his bottom with her free hand.
*SMACK*
“Uhn!”
The coolness of the air on his skin couldn’t dissipate the taut sexual miasma swirling through Jon’s brain as he gazed down at the incredible tits of his Mother-in-law, her blond hair revealing little bits of off-brown at the roots that suggested a more natural colour underneath, her skinny arms surprisingly toned, and clearly as strong, if not stronger than his own.
He gave her the tiniest hint of a smile, and sank his hips down onto her cock.
“HOhh!”
The meeting of entrance to invader was not a smooth process, and the lubed up monster slid up and down his crack as it searched for an answer to how it would ever fit inside his body.
“I said sit on it, slave,” she chuckled, handing out another spanking.
*SMACK-SMACK*
His ass jiggled at the double injustice, swooning as he felt the red welts left behind by demon hands.
The creak of the bed was loud in the air as he adjusted his position and settled more squarely at the head of her cock, and, remembering to look directly into her eyes, pushed.
The oceans of her irises seemed to intensify to sky blue as he gurned, pushing his tiny entrance against the wet torpedo awaiting its new home.
“HHHNnnnnn!”
“OOohhhh goodness… Deeper… D-don’t keep your Mistress waiting…..”
“HHNnnssS-sorryyyuhhh…!”
He pushed harder, but it was proving impossible until Mallory’s fingers reached up and popped into his mouth, giving him something to suck on.
It was exactly what he needed.
Something gave inside him as his asshole relaxed, sucking desperately on Miss Dawson’s fingers as her cock slid inside him.
“MMMHHhhhnn!!!!”
“Uhhhhh….”
Mallory’s face went slack, lost in the perfection of it.
Her son-in-law was forcing himself onto her cock, widening his asshole for her.
He froze, cringing as he felt the pure animal instincts of being decimated kick in, anus frighteningly tight to her cock.
“UUHhhnnn… Mmhhhttwonnt mhhgooo…”
She fucked her fingers in to his face, palm slapping against his chin.
“Mghh-ghghg-hghgh!”
“It will keep going in,” she said in a dangerous low voice, “or I will help it go in.”
Jon let his thighs relaxed and nearly cried into the taloned fingers as her cock slid up to fully inside him.
It was humungous, like sitting on the most invasive, brutally widening seat in existence, and Jon tried not to panic as he felt it taking up space that his internal organs used to inhabit.
“That’s iiiit…” breathed Mallory, rubbing her hand more softly up and down his sides whilst gently finger-fucking his face.
A little dribble ran down his chin as he felt her hips cushion his ass, and took in Mallory’s pupils dilating, her smell enveloping him, the two of them becoming one as he felt more of her inside him than anyone he’d ever met.
On a physical level, she was connecting to him deeper than anyone else ever had.
“OHHHGHHH….!”
It was extraordinary, and already he could feel pleasure worming up his stomach and into his chest.
“Ohh there he is,” she groaned, “there’s my new son-in-law.”
It was too much to handle.
His insides hugged tight to Mallory’s ten-inch cock, raging hard, deep in his asshole, sucking on her fingers like a good bitch as Mallory began to move her hips gently forwards and backwards, the faintest hint of a carnival ride except that gentle shifts caused a torrent of pleasure and pain in his abdomen that made him squeal into her digits.
“MMJPPGGHhhh…!”
“Yes that’s it ….”
She extracted spit-ridden fingers from his mouth and placed them between her own lips, a perverted look taking over, eyes closed as she sucked the flavours onto her tongue.
“Mhmm.”
Jon’s erection was already rock-hard, pointing up at the ceiling, and watching her get off on his emasculation had it bouncing like a baby rabbit.
When she opened her eyes again, they seemed fuelled with even brighter electricity.
“Ride it.”
A whimper escaped him as he looked down at the woman plundering him, humiliating him… breaking him.
He shouldn’t do this…..
“RIDE IT!” she snarled, her tone laced with desperation as the cock throbbed inside him.
Her tits were so glorious, lips pursed, jaw set.
He tried to lift himself up and slide back down, just an inch.
“HNNNHNMMMM…OHH…Ohhh… F… Fu….”
The spasms travelled from the tips of his toes to his eyeballs, so charged up from the bollard inside him that he could barely keep himself upright.
Hands reached out to steady himself and found her tits, and he couldn’t help a thrill run through his fingertips feeling the firmness of them. They were most certainly different to Tammy’s very natural ones, far larger and less squishy, the nipples bigger and harder.
His fingers began squeezing and playing.
“OHHhhhhmmmnnnnn!!!” moaned Mallory, caught somewhere between wanting to plough herself upwards into the boy and letting him lose his mind enjoying her body. As it was she managed to control herself, spittle running from her lips as he grasped her tits, still sat so snug on her cock that she was starting to think she could live with him fused to her waist for the rest of her life.
When he spent a few seconds trying to catch his breath, Mallory was already becoming impatient.
“Again… again boy…”
He nodded and managed to somehow pull himself up with shaking legs, a few inches above her hips, before sinking back down onto the flesh pillar.
“HMMMMOOHHHHHH FUCKKKkkk…. Fuck……”
Liquid began to run from his eyes as he felt the sensations overwhelm him, the instincts to bounce overtaking him as he began a steady trot on Mallory’s lap.
“That’s it boy, ravish yourself on my cock,” she heaved as he bobbed up and down, letting himself be delivered to heaven via the gift of his Mother-in-law’s incredible weapon.
She could barely hold herself together as she watched his eyelids twitching, head leaning back, lost in whatever special place he had gone to, his brain merely a vessel to transmit pleasure to every tip of his body via the pulsing obelisk inside him.
Mallory felt his climax coming before he did, the way his anus tightened so hard around her shaft it hurt, his fingers digging into her tits as his pretty little penis jerked, and then a long rope of white launched into the air.
“Hooh…HHGHHH!!”
Jon was lost in pure bliss as his balls began to pump a load across his Mother-in-Law’s face, flinging even more of it against the headboard, unable to even denigrate her with his seed because of how completely she was pleasuring him.
The thin trails that did land on her face were quickly lapped up by a long tongue that twisted to reach each and every splatter as it fell across her.
They continued like that for a few moments, him spewing ropes into the air, Mallory lapping them up whenever they lined her face.
Every time her tongue found the white cream, Jon would feel her erection expand inside him, somehow throbbing even larger as she sucked the liquid down.
“UHghhh……”
“Oh my boy…. Mmmmhh…..”
It took him a long time to stop shaking, trying to get his head into some sense of order after the mind-meltingly perfect experience that he had just been given a taste of, eyes opening to that previously hateful face gazing upon him with the passion of an artist who had just painted a masterpiece.
“My boy….”
“I-I’m not….. your boy…” he panted, body still dealing with the object which was still gently rocking back and forth inside him, although now it was Mallory doing most of the work as Jon’s legs were shaking too much.
Her talons gripped his sides.
“I’m afraid I disagree….”
Jon became aware of how strong she was when he attempted to loosen them and found a girdle of steel.
“Now it’s time for Mummy to take over!”
A full stroke in and out broke him, Jon screaming as his anus felt the full force of a ten-inch hard-on being slammed into it.
Invasive didn’t even cover it.
Before he had time to make sense of it, Mallory was repeating the experience with gusto, once, twice, five times.
“UGHHHGN-GHG-UGH-HHUHH-HHHUHHHHHG-uhhHHHHGH!”
She battered up into his body as he squealed on top of it, reduced to a ragdoll, a fleshy plaything as she used his G-spot for target practice, hammering it with all of her strength so that Jon was no longer receiving waves of pleasure, but drowning in a tsunami that ploughed through his body, reducing him to nothing more than a drooling mess.
“OHHGOOMUMMmmhuuhhhhHH….!”
Her whole body was coming up to his, meeting it with such force that her hands were the only thing stopping him trampolining into the ceiling, given such a thorough fucking that he couldn’t even think.
Just hold on.
He did so, grasping the hands on his hips as she juddered her cock extra-fast in and out for a few thrusts, making his body vibrate as the heat and relentless stimulation bent Jon’s spine backwards again, releasing another scream that was pure monkey bliss, a revealing moment of complete cock-lust.
Cum leaked in rivulets from his tip, landing on her belly as Mallory bred away, his chest falling forwards and finding the softness of her breasts as she planted her lips on his, snaking a tongue into the depths of his throat as she bottomed out, leaving her planted in both ends, Jon the dripping wet filling in a Mallory sandwich.
There was a brief moment of clarity through the avalanche of sheer woman, a moment in Jon’s mind where he gazed at her face as she took him like the sluttiest of whores, eyes closed, grunts of pleasure vibrating his lips as she tasted him, felt him, bred him, and tears ran down his face as he wondered how she had defeated him so easily, a hand coming to his head and pulling him even more deeply into the kiss.
When she did this he simply gave in, tears falling from drying eyes to her cheeks as he sucked her tongue like he had sucked her manhood moments earlier.
He couldn’t decide which he liked best.
Maybe the kissing, because he could still feel her cock jabbing his insides, propelling him towards his third orgasm like a ballistic missile.
It was heavenly.
When she stopped, sucking her tongue from his mouth with a slick, wet ‘pop’, Jon whined and tried to pull her back in.
“Ah ah… Oh you really do like me don’t you?”
She held him fast, her entire length withdrawn bar the head, which she then pulled free with another, far stickier ‘pop’.
“Hng!”
“Nothing pleases me more than seeing you like this,” she breathed, brushing her fingers across his chest.
Jon was trying not to grab his dick on instinct and jerk to completion, fighting for the remains of his masculinity which had been speared with cock and doused in cream.
“Ihhhhuuh…..M……”
He was simply a vessel for her now, and he waited for her next command as she lay there, running her hands across his chest.
“Such a beautiful boy…”
Her hand came down with a sharp blow to his ass.
“HUHH!”
“Get off.”
He whined as she forced him aside, before pulling him back into a position on all fours, except this time, on the bed.
“Good boy.”
His elbows shuddered, and it was no longer clear how in control of his limbs he was, although the look of shock as she settled on top of him was enough for Mallory to know he was able to understand what she was doing to him.
“That’s it, you’re going to feel my filling!”
She slid back inside him and he gurned as her weight settled on top of him, and the large mass on his back began to pound his lights out.
“UGHHnH-YHN-UHNNN!”
The power was immense, and he was thankful that the bed was so large, because he might have been catapulted towards a serious injury if he had flown off the end of her anal glue-stick.
*SMACK-SMACK-SMACK*
As it was she wouldn’t even contemplate letting him get further away from her, hands clawed into his sides as she dug out his innards.
“God, you always wanted this, didn’t you,” she moaned, plundering him, hips snapping to thrust her taut cock into his stomach.
“Nnooooo-OO-ooooo,” he moaned as she churned his guts in a horribly intimate way that left him swooning.
“Liar,” she breathed, taking one long-nailed hand and grasping his cock and balls in it. She began to play hard, mashing his balls in her palm, cinching her fingers in a devil’s fist and plunging it up and down his dick, making him moan as sensations hit him from everywhere; her lips were on his neck now, her tits and immense body-weight pressing down on his back, her nuts slapping into his own, greeting them with swinging haymakers that were almost painful because of the sheer mass of her drooping plums.
“You know that *HUH*, Tammy’s Mother enjoyed this just as much as you did! *HUH*”
“Nuh, no…” he moaned, his whole body now forced into the motion of slamming itself back into her thrusts to stop himself being thrown head-first into the engraved wooden head board, which itself was now knocking against the wall with huge *THUNKS* in an opaque rhythm that meant anyone in the adjacent rooms, or even anyone on the same floor as them, would immediately know what was afoot.
“Technically *HUH*, I’ll be your *HUH*, Father-in-law!”
*THUNK-THUNK-THUNK-THUNK!*
“HUNGNN!”
The incredibly invasive thrusts were making something in him spill over, like a glass of wine filled to the point of overflowing, liquid running down the sides first in drips, and then in waves as Jon let out an audible moan.
“HOoooohhh….”
“Oh, learning to be a good slave are we boy?” crooned Miss Dawson, as she drove her lower half into him with such ferocity that Jon was now a passenger in the Mallory Dawson rollercoaster ride, with that same sensation of plunging over an edge, into the unknown, swooshing in his stomach as her cock made its home there.
The evil woman put her mouth against his ear and groaned, a soulful belly groan that spoke of deep-sated perversion, and Jon began to sob as he felt that same passion in the way her cock was pulsing against the sides of his anal cavity, their rutting now transformed to lovemaking as the hip thrusts became a slow grind that had his whole torso thrumming.
“That’s it, push back on it, thaaaat’s it,” she uttered, a little saliva dribbling from her lips onto his ear lobe as she merged their souls together. Jon’s back was arched, eyes lidded.
It was far more devilish than simply fucking him. She was coercing him. Changing him. Deviating his sexuality away from what he knew, giving him a taste of something that might ruin his whole life.
Then everything his life came undone as he felt the figure inside him jerk.
‘Oh.’
The grunting in his ear got louder, the arms clamped tighter, the weight heavier.
“OHMmALLO-“
The ocean of cum that exploded into him was obscene, and Jon’s knees buckled under the weight of Mallory and the force of the swamp that was being magicked into existence inside his ass, gurning into the bed as Mallory sat up, pressing herself even harder so that his limp body was crushed beneath her, rim so tightly sealed around her cock-shaped anal plug that the cum began to expand his belly, distending it as her balls continued to mass produce and churn out an endless stream of hot sperm.
“-GHUUUGHhhHHH!!!!”
The jizz felt hot against his insides as it began to press against them, bloating his belly as she dispensed her vitriol and twisted passion into his body.
“OHHH GOOOD BOOYYYYY!!!!”
Her teeth found his neck and he squealed as she attached herself to him, hickeying deep as they writhed together, Jon’s own cock exploding beneath him as she marked every last inch of him with her seed.
“HHGNNNhGGG!”
“UGHH!”
The two of them released their effluence, her into him, him onto the bed as the figure on top humped a few last, deep strokes, and then collapsed, her weight dropping completely onto Jon’s back, breath harsh in his ear as he felt her chest pulling in and out against him.
The smell of man-seed was so potent in the air that it was overpowering, even compared to the perfume adorning every inch of Mallory, a cocktail of sack-cream that made his eyes water even more than they already were as Jon lay there, defeated, belly wet with his own weak sperm as his insides sloshed with Mallory’s heat, cock still jumping, expecting more anal pleasure.
“Oh I think I’ve changed my mind on you my dear….”
Her voice rasped, tickling his earlobe.
“…You’re just perfect….. I think you’ll look beautiful in your suit on the wedding day.”
Her cock seemed to stay rock hard inside him, and each little movement was still sending thrills of excitement into Jon’s core.
He managed to cobble a few words together from the few he could think of.
“P-Please don’t t… tell Tammy.”
Silence.
Then Jon experienced a sensation unlike he had ever known took place as Mallory raised herself and turned him on her cock like a pig on a spit.
“UHHNnnn!”
The stimulation was cruelly intentional, aided by her digging her cock into different positions and adding a few extra pumps for good measure.
“UH-UHN-Uhnn!… Huh…..”
When she had finished, he was legs up in the air in a full missionary position.
“Of course….”
She sneered down at him.
“… Anything for you my beautiful boy…”
Her face somehow… untwisted.
There was no specific change, but suddenly the resemblance between Mallory and her daughter seemed to have surfaced out of nowhere.
Jon felt a chill run through him as she settled her talons around his ankles, and they tightened once more.
“Ready for round two?”
His jaw bounced up and down as he searched for answers, although his dick had already given a clear green light, leaking a little more onto his belly button.
“I-I don’t… Miss Dawson…”
“Call me Mallory,” she whispered, an inflated grin spanning from ear to ear as she sank back into him. Moans began to echo through the halls accompanied by loud creaking sounds, bedsprings squealing under the fervent activity taking place on top of them as a redhead hurried around the perimeter of the house, searching for a fiancé that was being pounded into her Mother’s marriage bed.
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