Mother in Law takes charge - fun fiction (part 1)

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The last person I expected to see at my door was June,
my mother-in-law or ex-mother-in-law. I’d been
feeling pretty down for the previous month, devastated really,
after my wife, Emma,  left me. I came one day to find a note waiting.

In the note, she told me that, although she was still fond
of me, she realizes now that we married too young. She also
went on to tell me she had met this guy at work. She worked
at a Mercedes Benz dealership. Some Greek guy apparently
from a wealthy family, and they had fallen instantly for
each other. She intended to move to Greece with him.
I tried to reach out to her, but she wouldn’t answer my
calls. I went to her work, and they told me she had quit. I even
called her mother, and she confirmed that my wife had indeed
fucked off to Greece. So yes, it was a miserable month.

Now my mother-in-law is at the door. I assumed she'd
just come to pick up some of Emma’s belongings.
She told me she’d just popped in to see how I was coping.
I’d never really got on with her. In the past, I found her
to be very standoffish and old-fashioned.
She was in her mid-50s, around 5’9”, and full-figured. 

She had long hair that always seemed to be up in a bun. Her hair
was black with little gray flecks, which made
it quite attractive. She always dressed very smartly,
usually in a business-type suit and smart shoes with small heels.

After some hesitation, I invited her in, and once
over the threshold, she gave me the biggest of hugs. It felt
a little uncomfortable as I felt her ample breast push into my chest.
I noticed she wasn’t dressed
in her usual manner. Instead of a suit, she wore a summer
dress and slightly higher heels, and she had a large designer
bag hanging from her shoulder. I offered her a coffee and invited her to sit in the
lounge, but instead, she chose to stay and chat with me in
the kitchen. She told me how sorry she was and hadn’t seen it coming;

 she was as surprised as I was. 

We moved to the lounge with our coffee.

 

 Our lounge had a large leather Chesterfield sofa and a smaller
Chesterfield loveseat. I chose to sit on the loveseat and
expected June to sit on the couch, but instead, she decided to
sit next to me, putting her bag on the floor by her feet.
This was the first one-on-one interaction I’d had with
a female for over a month, and I’m ashamed to say that with
the smell of her perfume and her proximity to me, I was feeling
the tingles of an erection.
Our legs occasionally touched as we talked,
I was always the one to move. June told me that 23 was no
age and that a good-looking young guy like me would have no
problem finding someone new. I tried to get off the subject
and asked about her.

 

 She was divorced from Emma’s dad
for some 20 years now and never seemed interested
in dating again. She smiled, put her hand on my knee,
 squeezed me, and told me I was sweet. I must admit I blushed a
little. She seemed to take courage from this, moved her hand slightly up my leg, and squeezed gently again. Her smile was even broader as I began to squirm a little,
trying to hide my growing erection. Her eyes held mine as
she slid her hand further up my thigh, and her thumb brushed
the tip of my erection. She swirled her thumb around the
head, making it twitch. I went to stand, but her other hand
reached over and grabbed my knee firmly. I went to speak
, And she seductively shushed me. Her thumb was joined by
the rest of her hand. I pushed upwards. 

June smiled and pulled her hand away. Leaving my cock twitching
in my jeans.

She asked me if I liked that, and I dumbly nodded. Then she asked 

If I wanted more, I nodded again. She smiled, leaned in, and
kissed me gently, her tongue quickly darting
in and out of my mouth. She pulled away and told me to stand
up and strip as she wanted to see me naked. I was sexually
hypnotized; my little head was thinking, and the
rest of my body was going along for the ride. I stood
before her; she smiled and leaned back on the sofa as
I removed my shirt. 

 

She leaned forward, undid my belt, pulled it from the hoops of my jeans,

then folded it across her lap. I undid my jeans, let them drop
, and stepped out. My hard as-iron cock was trying its
best to escape its boxer-short prison. I hesitated momentarily, 

but her smile encouraged me, and I slid them off.
She reached over and cupped my hard balls and gently squeezed.

 My cock throbbed, and I almost exploded as she took the head
in her lips and sucked gently, flicking it with her tongue.

What happened next took me by surprise, and I nearly
fell over. She wound the belt around my thighs and pulled
it tight. I found my footing and put my legs together, and
she took the opportunity to stretch it tighter till it was biting
into my thighs. She fastened it.

I must have had the dumbest of looks on my face as she stood.
Her hand reached down and stroked my cock, and she kissed
me gently on the lips. She pulled away and smiled as I leaned
into her. Her warm hands stroked my chest as she walked around me, gently pulling on the hairs. 

She kissed my shoulder and neck. 

She was biting gently as she stroked my back; I felt
her nails lightly scratch. Her hand slid down and squeezed my
tight ass cheeks. I was in a haze as she reached
into her bag.

 

 I became more confused as she pulled out a scarf
and tied it tightly around my eyes. I heard a jingle, then felt
cold steel being tightened around my wrist, then my arms
being pulled behind me, and the other wrist was cuffed. She circled me, 

and  I winced as she pinched me and poked me.
 She squeezed my balls hard, and I almost doubled. She held
onto my shoulders and gently pushed me. I shuffled the best
I could. She stopped, and I figured we were in the middle of
the room. I asked her what the fuck was going on and was told
to shut up. I was about to say something else but was silenced
by a hard slap. In my shock, I opened my mouth
only to have it filled by what I assumed were my boxers. 

 

Next, I heard her phone click and the camera noise as she
took pictures, followed by a few clicks and the whoosh sound
as the pictures were sent somewhere. June came and stood
behind me, put her arms around me, and gently pinched my nipples.
Her breasts pushed against my back, 

 

My remaining resistance drained out of me as she told me
she had just sent the pictures to Emma. Who, as it turned out,

knew all about the kinky sites I used to visit and how it turned her off as she preferred
real men, Alpha men. She went on to describe the conversations
they had about it over a few weeks, How she had told her daughter
to use it and enslave me, and she could have had anything.
But Emma would have none of it. The more they talked
, the more turned off she became. One day, Emma went to
her mother and told her she’d met someone, and he wanted
to take her out to dinner.

June reached down and gently stroked my cock as she described
how she actively encouraged my wife to go out and find out
if this was what she was looking for. She went on to explain
how happy this guy had made my wife. She even detailed how they had all planned for her to leave me. I almost collapsed,

but my mother-in-law held me tightly, telling me how she had asked for her daughter’s blessings in enslaving me.

Emma told her mum she was free to do whatever she wanted with me, just as long as she kept her posted. She
wanted to see her pathetic husband broken. 

 

The last piece of information was too much, and my knees buckled,
and June held me tight as I sobbed through my boxers. 

She held me until the sobbing subsided, kissing my head
and neck. Perversely, my cock was still hard. I breathed
in heavily through my nose as she began to gently stroke
me, kissing my neck as she did, whispering in my ear that
she was going to take care of that for me. I groaned as she
let go and walked away.

I heard her rustling in her bag; she found what she sought and returned her focus to me.  She gently guided me to one of the
sofas and sat beside me. I could feel her breath
on my cock. I jumped a little as I felt something tighten
***fully around the base, then something else was tightened
just below the helmet. Whatever it was made my cock twitch.
 I was told that it would stop any accidents and that from
now on, she was in control of it and that only if I was a good boy would I
be rewarded.

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