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John and Lisa had been married for about five years. They were happy and life for them was going well. He had a good job, as did she, and things looked bright for them. They lived in a nice suburban neighborhood and were popular in their circle of friends.
The only real dark spot in their life together was her mother, Genny. A well-to-do widow woman, she was very overprotective and micro-managing of her daughters life, almost enjoying the meddling that she did in every facet of her life. She lived across the street, wanting to keep her daughter close by. The fact that she had given them the money for the house had kept Lisa enduring her interference, but for John it had become almost unbearable.
One day after the two of them got home from work, Lisa told John that her mother had called again.
"Oh, great. What does she want now?" he said, knowing that starting a conversation like this was never good.
"Well she wanted to go shopping. She wanted to have a mother/daughter spa day. You know, manicures, pedicures, hair - the whole thing. And probably some clothes shopping too," she said.
"And when did she want to do that?"
"This weekend. Saturday afternoon," she said.
"Saturday? That was the day you and I were going to go to the lake remember? I was planning on leaving Friday after work and having the whole weekend, just the two of us!" he protested.
"I know, honey, but this is the only time Mom could do this. She has made the appointments and everything. She can't cancel them now, or we'd not get in for weeks!" Lisa said.
"Your mother is into everything! We can't even get away for a weekend!" he said, furious that his plans would be the ones that were ruined.
"I know... but we can go another time, I promise," she said, trying to calm her husband.
John stormed off to the garage - the one place where he knew she wouldn't be! Genny hated anything dirty and garages were one place she wouldn't interfere with him. John began working on his pet project - restoring his 1932 Ford 5-Window Coupe. This was the same car as shown in American Graffiti, one of John's favorite movies. And he was restoring this one for himself. Lisa knew that this was his way of relaxing and unwinding from a stressful day, and normally she wouldn't think of interrupting him. But she also knew that he had planned this getaway and was pissed that it didn't work out.
"John, honey?" she said, peeking around the garage door. John was bent over the side of the car and she quietly came up behind him. She stood behind him for a moment eyeing his ass... he had a nice, tight, firm ass that she loved to grab and squeeze!
"Oh hi," he said, standing up and turning around. "What's up?"
"John, I'm sorry your weekend was ruined. I know you were looking forward to it," she said, looking down and fiddling with her hands.
"Yeah well, what are you gonna do?" he sighed.
"I'm sorry sweetheart. I'll make it up to you though, I promise," she said.
"We'll see."
"Dinner's about ready hon, why don't you get washed up and I will serve it up," she suggested. John got up and went in to wash his hands and get ready for dinner.
Unbeknownst to John and Lisa, Genny had been out shopping that day and decided to stop at a small coffee shop before heading home. She was in the ladies room when two women came into the bathroom as well.
"Hi Amy!" one of the girls said.
"Oh, hi Lisa! How have you been?" Amy asked.
"I saw John out there - he is looking good hon!" Amy said.
"Yeah, he's my hottie!" Lisa said.
"I'm glad you two finally got hitched. You make a cute couple. Besides he was a little too much for me. Into some things that I couldn't do for him," Amy said.
"Oh really? Like what?" Lisa asked, curious now.
"Well he liked to spank and he liked BDSM things - you know tying me up and doing things," Amy said.
"Oh honey! I like that about him!" Lisa said, giggling.
The girls talked and giggled about John's sexual prowess and all the things he did to Lisa. Amy reminisced about being tied to the bed and about what he did to her while they were together.
"Well I'd better get back - "Master" will want to know where I've been all this time!" Lisa said.
"Okay. Well, it was great bumping into you. We'll have to get together soon!" Amy said, giggling.
Genny had been sitting in one of the stalls and had overheard the two women talking. She knew that the girls had been talking about her son-in-law... she had seen Amy in the coffee shop and recognized her and his ex-girlfriend just before he met Lisa. She was shocked at first, hearing what John had done to her. She never knew John was into that sort of thing - he seemed like a "normal" guy! But in listening to them talking and hearing all the things he was supposed to have done to them, a very strange and curious thing happened; Genny began to feel her pussy getting damp! She was getting excited listening to how these girls were talking about her son-in-law, and she heard in their voices how excited they got talking about it.
When the girls had left and the coast was clear, Genny left the bathroom, ducking out the back door of the bar and went home. That night she couldn't get the girl's conversation out of her mind and laying in bed, she mulled it over some more. She found herself playing with her neglected pussy and fondling her tits as she lay there in the dark, imagining John doing things to her daughter. Then the thoughts changed to John doing those same things to her! She imagined herself over his lap getting the spanking that Lisa said was coming to her that night. She imagined herself tied up and toyed with as she had heard the girls talking about. And she wondered what it would be like to be used and degraded, made to feel like a cheap slut by a man that knew how to do it right.
Her husband had never been a very assertive man and she'd had to be the dominant partner in their marriage. But he had been gone for several years now and Genny had never got back into the dating scene. She had her daughter and that had been enough. But something had changed.
The thoughts of that bathroom conversation were so strong that for the first time in a long time, Genny masturbated to the point of having an orgasm. She hadn't had one in so long she had almost forgotten how draining they could be! And this one was a strong one that left her gasping and trembling afterwards. Genny fell asleep that night to some very vivid and erotic dreams!
The next morning, Genny awoke with the memory of the conversation and its resultant orgasm and dreams on her mind again. She pondered what to do with what she learned. Should she speak to Lisa about it? Should she talk to John about what she had learned? Or should she just shut up and mind her own business? Well the last option just wasn't her style - this little tidbit of information was too good to let pass by without saying something! But to who? If she told Lisa, Lisa might be too embarrassed to talk about it. If she told John, he might get angry at her for butting in again.
She decided to tell John and find out from him about this. He got mad at her regularly anyway, and she didn't want her daughter to be embarrassed to talk to her. So she thought about it and came up with a plan on how to approach him on the matter.
That day John didn't have to go to work, but Lisa did. It was the perfect opportunity to talk to John about what she had learned. So that afternoon, Genny went across the street to confront John.
"Hello John?" she said, knocking on the door.
"Hi Genny, Come on in," John said. "What can I do for you?"
"John I wanted to talk to you about something. Last night I was at Vagabond's. I went there for a drink and I was in the bathroom when Lisa went in. I overheard her and your ex-girlfriend Amy talking about you. They said that you were into some kinky stuff and that you spanked my daughter and tied her up and things. I want to know right here, John - is this true? Have you been doing this weird sex stuff to my daughter?" Genny started the conversation off sounding concerned, but she turned it into an argument as she spoke. She wanted to get him riled up.
"Yes I do spank your daughter - when she needs it! And she needs it fairly often after living with your influence for so long! I wear the pants in this family, Genny, and on occasion I have to remind her of that fact! As for your nosiness, it's none of your business what goes on over here and unless someone comes to you directly about it, I would appreciate it if you would keep your opinions to yourself!"
"Well I am her mother and I have a right to know if she is being mistreated!" Genny said, provoking him further.
"And I am her husband. It is my responsibility to keep her safe now. And by the way, she is not being mistreated - she happens to LIKE my dominance of her," he said, his voice rising.
"You are an egotistical, male-chauvinistic asshole, John, and you are using my daughter to fulfill some sort sick, twisted machismo fantasy. And I won't have it any more!" she said, feigning anger.
"Are you trying to get me pissed?" he said, rising to his feet.
"What if I am? Are you going to spank me too? Give it your best shot sonny-boy, but let me tell you something, I'm no little girl... I'll kick your ass!" she said, taunting him.
John snapped. He'd had enough of Genny's meddling and interference, and he was going to do something to stop it once and for all! He reached out and grabbed the woman by the wrist spinning it around behind her back. With his other hand he grabbed a handful of her hair and he threw her down onto the sofa face down. With a knee on her back pinning her down and holding her wrists behind her back with one hand, he used the other one to hike up her skirt.
"What are you doing? John!" she cried. She struggled against him, but she didn't try her hardest... she wanted to test him... to see if he was as dominant as she had heard!
With her pinned down like this and her skirt hiked up, all that was between his hand and her ass was her thin cotton panties. He drew his hand back and gave her a hard swat on her ass.
SMACK! His hand landed on her upturned ass.
"Yeowitch!" she squealed.
SMACK! He landed a swat on her other cheek.
"Yeowitch!" she squealed again.
SMACK! Another swat on the first side, a little lower.
"Yeowitch! John!" she cried.
SMACK! A low swat on the other side this time.
"Yeowitch! John please!" she cried again, struggling uselessly against him.
John reached up and grabbed a huge handful of her hair, hauling her head back. "You have had this coming for a long time, Genny. I've tried being patient... tried to get along with you... and I've swallowed my anger and my pride for a long, long time to keep the peace here. But you just don't seem to be able to stop your nagging, whining, and incessant criticizing of everything I say and do. Well I have had enough. You are in need of someone to take control of you and deal with your bratty side, and I am here to do just that - starting with a good sound spanking!" he spat at her, shaking her head for emphasis.
He didn't wait for a response or excuse from her, he shoved her head back onto the sofa and turned his attention back to her panty-clad ass.
He began his assault with several more had swats alternating sides and without stopping. He swatted her over and over as she cried, struggled, and protested. But soon her cries began to soften, she wasn't struggling so much and she began to raise her ass up to meet his swats. He stopped his spanking temporarily.
"Don't you fucking move... I will be right back. If you so much as move a muscle, it won't go well with you, understand?" he growled menacingly.
"Y-yes John," she said, looking back at him. He walked across the living room and just as he was about turn the corner and head down the hallway, he turned back to look a her. Genny was lying on the sofa just as he'd left her. She was obeying him and he smiled... yeah this promises to actually be fun! He went into the bathroom just across the hall from the master bedroom. This was where Lisa got ready for work and she had all of her makeup and girlie things in there. He found a nice sized wooden hairbrush that would fit his plans perfectly and returned to find Genny still on the sofa and in the same position he left her in.
"Good. Now I hope that ass hasn't cooled off too much because it's just going to get heated up again!" he said, smirking. He showed her the hairbrush in his hand.
"Oh God, John..." she said a bit frightened. This was becoming more than she had bargained for!
"Quiet! I told you that I was going to give you a good spanking... did you think I was kidding? Now get ready for an ass-warming," he said. John took hairbrush in hand and started applying it to her already warmed ass. He didn't start out easy either - he had looked at the clock and it was getting late. Lisa would be home soon and he needed to get done with Genny before she did.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! The blows came down hard and fast. Genny screamed as the first ones rained down on her, kicking and twisting under the barrage. But John didn't stop, he just kept the blows coming.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! More swats to her abused ass and more screaming and crying. But still he wasn't finished.
"Please John, Please... I'll be good..." Genny began begging and pleading with him.
John rained down a final ten swats onto her ass and Genny lay there moaning as her ass burned. John softly rubbed her inflamed ass until he noticed something... there was a wet spot between the woman's pinked thighs!
"Why Genny, you are wet! Did you actually enjoy your little spanking?" he said, sarcastically.
"Yes," she said, soft and meek.
"What was that? I didn't hear you," he said. He had heard her fine, he just wanted her to admit it to herself.
"I said yes. Yes I did enjoy it," she said, a bit louder.
"Good. Because your daughter does too. But spankings are only a small part of what I do to her. Would you like to see more?" he asked.
"Y-yes," she whispered. He grinned... this battle-axe of a mother-in-law was beginning to show another side to her personality. She was beginning to become a woman with desires and needs!
"Stand up," he commanded her. She got to her feet and stood in front of him. "Put your hands behind your back and keep them there. Or would you like to go back on the sofa again?" he said, pointing to the sofa. Genny instantly put her hands behind her back.
John reached down and softly touched her damp panties, stroking her leaking, sensitive pussy through the thin material.
"Ohhh..." she moaned, closing her eyes. Genny knew what she was doing was wrong - this was her son-in-law, her daughter's husband. But God, it felt soo good! It had been a long time since she had been touched like this by a man. Genny's body responded as if on autopilot though, and she couldn't deny these feelings or the way he was manipulating her.
He pressed a little harder on her once he knew she wouldn't pull away. His fingers traced the outline of her pussy lips in the damp, nearly transparent material. John dragged his fingernails up the insides of her thighs making her spread her legs a bit. He used this to his advantage as well, sawing his hand in between her legs as if trying to cut her in half. Genny rode his hand, moaning and tossing her head back. She humped his hand as she tried frantically to get herself off.
"Ohh God, please... Ohhh... John..." she moaned, her immense and powerful need beginning to unscramble her mind. Her world began shrinking, concentrating on what was happening between her legs. Genny was having more and more trouble following John's last instructions to keep her hands behind her back... she so wanted to grab his hand and force it deeper into her. She wanted him to take her. She knew she shouldn't, she knew it was wicked thinking like that, but her desperation was beginning to overcome any sense of morality.
Genny felt her pussy tingle and she knew her old friend, orgasm, was close by. She moaned and whimpered as she got closer...
"Please John... Ohh, please... Make me cum, please make me cum!" she sobbed.
John had broken her! All the years of needling him, of criticizing him, of berating and chastising him were over. He had reached her on a level that she could not defend herself. And he knew it!
He pushed her backwards up against a nearby wall. He grabbed her throat and leaned in close.
"You realize that I've won, don't you, Genny? You understand that, right?" he growled deeply into her ear.
"Yesss..." she whimpered softly.
"Say it," he commanded.
"You win, John... you win."
"You are a little slut, just like your daughter aren't you? Now I see where she gets her sexual energy from. Well that's fine... I can handle both of you. You want to be my slut, Genny? You want me to do the things to you I do to your daughter?" he asked her, tightening his grip on her throat a bit. His fingers trailed across her very wet panties again.
"Yess... Please John, please..."
"Beg me. Beg me like a slut. Show me you want this."
"Oh God, John, please... please make me your slut! Oh please, I want to be your slut... I want you to do those things to me... to make me cum, please!" she sobbed, completely defeated. He let go of her neck and she stood where she was, sobbing into her hands and shaking.
He pulled the broken woman into his arms and she threw her arms around his neck, clinging to him. "Oh John, I am so sorry! I am so sorry for the way I've treated you!" she cried as he held her.
He let her cry for a few minutes and get it all out. Then catching a peek at the clock on the wall, he knew that Lisa would be coming home very soon.
John grabbed Genny's arm "Come with me, slut!" he said, pulling her down the hallway to the bedroom. There he shut the door. Genny's heart began to race and he took her over to the side of the bed. He went over to the chest he kept at the foot of the bed. He rummaged around in the chest bringing out some sections of nylon rope.
He began by rolling Genny over onto her stomach and pulling her hands behind her back. He bound her wrists together behind her back then, while she was on her stomach, he reached up and pulled her panties down and off in one quick movement. Genny gasped loudly at having her panties removed - she wasn't expecting that. He looked over her ass while she lay there as well, smiling that it still held some of the redness from earlier. He spread her legs and toyed with her wet pussy, making her moan and raise her hips.
"Very nice. I like a wet slut pussy!" he remarked, making Genny moan at his words. He flipped her back over and sat her up, continuing his work. He took another rope and tied her elbows together further hindering her use of her arms. Then he looked at her. "You know, you look like you are getting warm. I think we should help you cool off a bit. He unbuttoned the front of her blouse allowing her tits to be free. At least temporarily, as he then took the end of the rope and went around her chest above, then below her tits. This made her tits jut out and he tightened the rope bra a bit.
"I have always liked your tits... you know that, Genny? What size are they?" he asked.
Genny blushed. "I'm a 34DD," she said.
"Your daughter isn't as blessed in the tit department as you are, but now that you are my slut, I can get as much of these as I want!" he said, toying with the hard nipples.
"Yess... she whimpered, loving the feel of his hands on her body.
"There's time for that later though. We have other things to do first. He moved her up to the head of the bed and tied her securely to the headboard there. He spread her legs wide apart and bound each ankle to the side if the bed to a leg of the bed at the footboard.
He took her wet panties and bunched them tightly shoving them in her mouth as a gag and wrapping one of Lisa's scarves around her head to hold the gag in place.
"You keep that slut pussy nice and wet for me, okay?" he mocked as he ran his finger up and down her slit, making her moan and try to hump his hand. He placed a blindfold over her eyes and Genny's pussy twitched in anticipation of what he might do next to her.
He had just finished securing Genny when he heard Lisa come home. Not finding her husband in the living room, she came down the hallway and looked for him in the bedroom just as John finished toying with Genny's drooling pussy.
"What the...? John, what in the hell do you think you are doing?" she cried, stunned at what she saw.
"Your mom and I were just talking. I think we are finally starting to get along!" he said, smirking.
Lisa rushed forward, mad as a wet hen. "You untie her this very minute!" she yelled. As she started to go past John and untie her mother, John reached out and grabbed Lisa by the arm, pulling her to him.
"Wait a minute! Your mother came over here to talk and we have gotten things worked out!" he said.
"Mmmph! Mmmph!" Genny said, hearing her daughters voice.
"No! Untie her this minute!" Lisa said, getting angrier. She pulled away from John and made for her mom again. This time John grabbed his wife by her hair and pulled her bodily back to him. He brought her around the end of the bed and forced her to kneel on the padded chest that he had pulled the ropes from minutes ago. He pushed her face down onto the bed and held her there, pulling her hands behind her back and holding them with one hand while holding her head down with a hand to the back of her neck.
He held her there for a couple minutes as she fought against him, her temper rising with every struggle. Finally she realized she couldn't win and she relaxed, breathing heavy from her struggling.
"Are you done? Are you ready to listen to me?" he said.
"Yes," she said, indignantly. Lisa was still fuming mad - both at what he had done to her mother and at not being able to get past John to help her.
"That's better. Now, your mother came over here today because she was at the bar the other night while we were there. She had gone there before we did and she was in the ladies room when you and Julie were in there talking about me. She overheard you two talking, and came by this afternoon to talk to me about it. And, after a little "discussion" she has learned more about it and wants to know even more. I think she wants to see how we play!"
"What?" Lisa asked, dumbfounded at the idea.
Letting go of her neck but keeping her hands still behind her back, John put his hand on the back of her thigh and slowly moved up her leg. He came to the edge of her panties and traced the hem towards her pussy. Lisa wasn't sure exactly what was happening, but she parted her legs a bit because she loved the way he teased her. John began rubbing his hand over her pussy the same way he had done to Genny earlier. And he got the same results, as Lisa began wriggling her ass in response.
"Johnnn..." she moaned softly.
He rubbed her panties for a few moments before he moved up and grabbed the waistband of her panties, pulling them down and off her.
Lisa gasped at the quickness of his movement and the sudden coolness on her pussy. John lifted her pleated work skirt over her back and began toying with her pussy in earnest. He fingered her pussy lips and circled just inside her opening - not going inside her, but teasing her and making her moan and whimper as she got more and more aroused.
Hearing him work over her daughter and remembering what he had done to her earlier, Genny too, began to get heated up. John saw her squirming, fighting her bonds, and it only encouraged him to increase their torment!
"Mmmph! Mmmph!" Genny said behind her panty gag.
John slipped one, then two fingers up into his wife's wet, eager pussy. Lisa spread her legs, moaning louder as her lust-fire grew. He let go of her hands now, knowing she wasn't going to be fighting him anymore. He placed his hand on the top of her ass right above her tiny puckered star, holding her in place as he starting thrusting his fingers in and out and twisting them inside her.
"Oh God, John! Ohhh yes, baby!" she moaned as she wriggled her ass, trying to guide him to all of her most exciting spots. But she didn't need to; he knew exactly where her buttons were and when to push them for maximum effect.
Lisa's pussy was drooling now and her moans had taken a decidedly more desperate and urgent turn. She was grabbing at the sheets and lifting her head as the fireTo continue reading this story you must be a member. Join for FREE here.
The only real dark spot in their life together was her mother, Genny. A well-to-do widow woman, she was very overprotective and micro-managing of her daughters life, almost enjoying the meddling that she did in every facet of her life. She lived across the street, wanting to keep her daughter close by. The fact that she had given them the money for the house had kept Lisa enduring her interference, but for John it had become almost unbearable.
One day after the two of them got home from work, Lisa told John that her mother had called again.
"Oh, great. What does she want now?" he said, knowing that starting a conversation like this was never good.
"Well she wanted to go shopping. She wanted to have a mother/daughter spa day. You know, manicures, pedicures, hair - the whole thing. And probably some clothes shopping too," she said.
"And when did she want to do that?"
"This weekend. Saturday afternoon," she said.
"Saturday? That was the day you and I were going to go to the lake remember? I was planning on leaving Friday after work and having the whole weekend, just the two of us!" he protested.
"I know, honey, but this is the only time Mom could do this. She has made the appointments and everything. She can't cancel them now, or we'd not get in for weeks!" Lisa said.
"Your mother is into everything! We can't even get away for a weekend!" he said, furious that his plans would be the ones that were ruined.
"I know... but we can go another time, I promise," she said, trying to calm her husband.
John stormed off to the garage - the one place where he knew she wouldn't be! Genny hated anything dirty and garages were one place she wouldn't interfere with him. John began working on his pet project - restoring his 1932 Ford 5-Window Coupe. This was the same car as shown in American Graffiti, one of John's favorite movies. And he was restoring this one for himself. Lisa knew that this was his way of relaxing and unwinding from a stressful day, and normally she wouldn't think of interrupting him. But she also knew that he had planned this getaway and was pissed that it didn't work out.
"John, honey?" she said, peeking around the garage door. John was bent over the side of the car and she quietly came up behind him. She stood behind him for a moment eyeing his ass... he had a nice, tight, firm ass that she loved to grab and squeeze!
"Oh hi," he said, standing up and turning around. "What's up?"
"John, I'm sorry your weekend was ruined. I know you were looking forward to it," she said, looking down and fiddling with her hands.
"Yeah well, what are you gonna do?" he sighed.
"I'm sorry sweetheart. I'll make it up to you though, I promise," she said.
"We'll see."
"Dinner's about ready hon, why don't you get washed up and I will serve it up," she suggested. John got up and went in to wash his hands and get ready for dinner.
Unbeknownst to John and Lisa, Genny had been out shopping that day and decided to stop at a small coffee shop before heading home. She was in the ladies room when two women came into the bathroom as well.
"Hi Amy!" one of the girls said.
"Oh, hi Lisa! How have you been?" Amy asked.
"I saw John out there - he is looking good hon!" Amy said.
"Yeah, he's my hottie!" Lisa said.
"I'm glad you two finally got hitched. You make a cute couple. Besides he was a little too much for me. Into some things that I couldn't do for him," Amy said.
"Oh really? Like what?" Lisa asked, curious now.
"Well he liked to spank and he liked BDSM things - you know tying me up and doing things," Amy said.
"Oh honey! I like that about him!" Lisa said, giggling.
The girls talked and giggled about John's sexual prowess and all the things he did to Lisa. Amy reminisced about being tied to the bed and about what he did to her while they were together.
"Well I'd better get back - "Master" will want to know where I've been all this time!" Lisa said.
"Okay. Well, it was great bumping into you. We'll have to get together soon!" Amy said, giggling.
Genny had been sitting in one of the stalls and had overheard the two women talking. She knew that the girls had been talking about her son-in-law... she had seen Amy in the coffee shop and recognized her and his ex-girlfriend just before he met Lisa. She was shocked at first, hearing what John had done to her. She never knew John was into that sort of thing - he seemed like a "normal" guy! But in listening to them talking and hearing all the things he was supposed to have done to them, a very strange and curious thing happened; Genny began to feel her pussy getting damp! She was getting excited listening to how these girls were talking about her son-in-law, and she heard in their voices how excited they got talking about it.
When the girls had left and the coast was clear, Genny left the bathroom, ducking out the back door of the bar and went home. That night she couldn't get the girl's conversation out of her mind and laying in bed, she mulled it over some more. She found herself playing with her neglected pussy and fondling her tits as she lay there in the dark, imagining John doing things to her daughter. Then the thoughts changed to John doing those same things to her! She imagined herself over his lap getting the spanking that Lisa said was coming to her that night. She imagined herself tied up and toyed with as she had heard the girls talking about. And she wondered what it would be like to be used and degraded, made to feel like a cheap slut by a man that knew how to do it right.
Her husband had never been a very assertive man and she'd had to be the dominant partner in their marriage. But he had been gone for several years now and Genny had never got back into the dating scene. She had her daughter and that had been enough. But something had changed.
The thoughts of that bathroom conversation were so strong that for the first time in a long time, Genny masturbated to the point of having an orgasm. She hadn't had one in so long she had almost forgotten how draining they could be! And this one was a strong one that left her gasping and trembling afterwards. Genny fell asleep that night to some very vivid and erotic dreams!
The next morning, Genny awoke with the memory of the conversation and its resultant orgasm and dreams on her mind again. She pondered what to do with what she learned. Should she speak to Lisa about it? Should she talk to John about what she had learned? Or should she just shut up and mind her own business? Well the last option just wasn't her style - this little tidbit of information was too good to let pass by without saying something! But to who? If she told Lisa, Lisa might be too embarrassed to talk about it. If she told John, he might get angry at her for butting in again.
She decided to tell John and find out from him about this. He got mad at her regularly anyway, and she didn't want her daughter to be embarrassed to talk to her. So she thought about it and came up with a plan on how to approach him on the matter.
That day John didn't have to go to work, but Lisa did. It was the perfect opportunity to talk to John about what she had learned. So that afternoon, Genny went across the street to confront John.
"Hello John?" she said, knocking on the door.
"Hi Genny, Come on in," John said. "What can I do for you?"
"John I wanted to talk to you about something. Last night I was at Vagabond's. I went there for a drink and I was in the bathroom when Lisa went in. I overheard her and your ex-girlfriend Amy talking about you. They said that you were into some kinky stuff and that you spanked my daughter and tied her up and things. I want to know right here, John - is this true? Have you been doing this weird sex stuff to my daughter?" Genny started the conversation off sounding concerned, but she turned it into an argument as she spoke. She wanted to get him riled up.
"Yes I do spank your daughter - when she needs it! And she needs it fairly often after living with your influence for so long! I wear the pants in this family, Genny, and on occasion I have to remind her of that fact! As for your nosiness, it's none of your business what goes on over here and unless someone comes to you directly about it, I would appreciate it if you would keep your opinions to yourself!"
"Well I am her mother and I have a right to know if she is being mistreated!" Genny said, provoking him further.
"And I am her husband. It is my responsibility to keep her safe now. And by the way, she is not being mistreated - she happens to LIKE my dominance of her," he said, his voice rising.
"You are an egotistical, male-chauvinistic asshole, John, and you are using my daughter to fulfill some sort sick, twisted machismo fantasy. And I won't have it any more!" she said, feigning anger.
"Are you trying to get me pissed?" he said, rising to his feet.
"What if I am? Are you going to spank me too? Give it your best shot sonny-boy, but let me tell you something, I'm no little girl... I'll kick your ass!" she said, taunting him.
John snapped. He'd had enough of Genny's meddling and interference, and he was going to do something to stop it once and for all! He reached out and grabbed the woman by the wrist spinning it around behind her back. With his other hand he grabbed a handful of her hair and he threw her down onto the sofa face down. With a knee on her back pinning her down and holding her wrists behind her back with one hand, he used the other one to hike up her skirt.
"What are you doing? John!" she cried. She struggled against him, but she didn't try her hardest... she wanted to test him... to see if he was as dominant as she had heard!
With her pinned down like this and her skirt hiked up, all that was between his hand and her ass was her thin cotton panties. He drew his hand back and gave her a hard swat on her ass.
SMACK! His hand landed on her upturned ass.
"Yeowitch!" she squealed.
SMACK! He landed a swat on her other cheek.
"Yeowitch!" she squealed again.
SMACK! Another swat on the first side, a little lower.
"Yeowitch! John!" she cried.
SMACK! A low swat on the other side this time.
"Yeowitch! John please!" she cried again, struggling uselessly against him.
John reached up and grabbed a huge handful of her hair, hauling her head back. "You have had this coming for a long time, Genny. I've tried being patient... tried to get along with you... and I've swallowed my anger and my pride for a long, long time to keep the peace here. But you just don't seem to be able to stop your nagging, whining, and incessant criticizing of everything I say and do. Well I have had enough. You are in need of someone to take control of you and deal with your bratty side, and I am here to do just that - starting with a good sound spanking!" he spat at her, shaking her head for emphasis.
He didn't wait for a response or excuse from her, he shoved her head back onto the sofa and turned his attention back to her panty-clad ass.
He began his assault with several more had swats alternating sides and without stopping. He swatted her over and over as she cried, struggled, and protested. But soon her cries began to soften, she wasn't struggling so much and she began to raise her ass up to meet his swats. He stopped his spanking temporarily.
"Don't you fucking move... I will be right back. If you so much as move a muscle, it won't go well with you, understand?" he growled menacingly.
"Y-yes John," she said, looking back at him. He walked across the living room and just as he was about turn the corner and head down the hallway, he turned back to look a her. Genny was lying on the sofa just as he'd left her. She was obeying him and he smiled... yeah this promises to actually be fun! He went into the bathroom just across the hall from the master bedroom. This was where Lisa got ready for work and she had all of her makeup and girlie things in there. He found a nice sized wooden hairbrush that would fit his plans perfectly and returned to find Genny still on the sofa and in the same position he left her in.
"Good. Now I hope that ass hasn't cooled off too much because it's just going to get heated up again!" he said, smirking. He showed her the hairbrush in his hand.
"Oh God, John..." she said a bit frightened. This was becoming more than she had bargained for!
"Quiet! I told you that I was going to give you a good spanking... did you think I was kidding? Now get ready for an ass-warming," he said. John took hairbrush in hand and started applying it to her already warmed ass. He didn't start out easy either - he had looked at the clock and it was getting late. Lisa would be home soon and he needed to get done with Genny before she did.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! The blows came down hard and fast. Genny screamed as the first ones rained down on her, kicking and twisting under the barrage. But John didn't stop, he just kept the blows coming.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! More swats to her abused ass and more screaming and crying. But still he wasn't finished.
"Please John, Please... I'll be good..." Genny began begging and pleading with him.
John rained down a final ten swats onto her ass and Genny lay there moaning as her ass burned. John softly rubbed her inflamed ass until he noticed something... there was a wet spot between the woman's pinked thighs!
"Why Genny, you are wet! Did you actually enjoy your little spanking?" he said, sarcastically.
"Yes," she said, soft and meek.
"What was that? I didn't hear you," he said. He had heard her fine, he just wanted her to admit it to herself.
"I said yes. Yes I did enjoy it," she said, a bit louder.
"Good. Because your daughter does too. But spankings are only a small part of what I do to her. Would you like to see more?" he asked.
"Y-yes," she whispered. He grinned... this battle-axe of a mother-in-law was beginning to show another side to her personality. She was beginning to become a woman with desires and needs!
"Stand up," he commanded her. She got to her feet and stood in front of him. "Put your hands behind your back and keep them there. Or would you like to go back on the sofa again?" he said, pointing to the sofa. Genny instantly put her hands behind her back.
John reached down and softly touched her damp panties, stroking her leaking, sensitive pussy through the thin material.
"Ohhh..." she moaned, closing her eyes. Genny knew what she was doing was wrong - this was her son-in-law, her daughter's husband. But God, it felt soo good! It had been a long time since she had been touched like this by a man. Genny's body responded as if on autopilot though, and she couldn't deny these feelings or the way he was manipulating her.
He pressed a little harder on her once he knew she wouldn't pull away. His fingers traced the outline of her pussy lips in the damp, nearly transparent material. John dragged his fingernails up the insides of her thighs making her spread her legs a bit. He used this to his advantage as well, sawing his hand in between her legs as if trying to cut her in half. Genny rode his hand, moaning and tossing her head back. She humped his hand as she tried frantically to get herself off.
"Ohh God, please... Ohhh... John..." she moaned, her immense and powerful need beginning to unscramble her mind. Her world began shrinking, concentrating on what was happening between her legs. Genny was having more and more trouble following John's last instructions to keep her hands behind her back... she so wanted to grab his hand and force it deeper into her. She wanted him to take her. She knew she shouldn't, she knew it was wicked thinking like that, but her desperation was beginning to overcome any sense of morality.
Genny felt her pussy tingle and she knew her old friend, orgasm, was close by. She moaned and whimpered as she got closer...
"Please John... Ohh, please... Make me cum, please make me cum!" she sobbed.
John had broken her! All the years of needling him, of criticizing him, of berating and chastising him were over. He had reached her on a level that she could not defend herself. And he knew it!
He pushed her backwards up against a nearby wall. He grabbed her throat and leaned in close.
"You realize that I've won, don't you, Genny? You understand that, right?" he growled deeply into her ear.
"Yesss..." she whimpered softly.
"Say it," he commanded.
"You win, John... you win."
"You are a little slut, just like your daughter aren't you? Now I see where she gets her sexual energy from. Well that's fine... I can handle both of you. You want to be my slut, Genny? You want me to do the things to you I do to your daughter?" he asked her, tightening his grip on her throat a bit. His fingers trailed across her very wet panties again.
"Yess... Please John, please..."
"Beg me. Beg me like a slut. Show me you want this."
"Oh God, John, please... please make me your slut! Oh please, I want to be your slut... I want you to do those things to me... to make me cum, please!" she sobbed, completely defeated. He let go of her neck and she stood where she was, sobbing into her hands and shaking.
He pulled the broken woman into his arms and she threw her arms around his neck, clinging to him. "Oh John, I am so sorry! I am so sorry for the way I've treated you!" she cried as he held her.
He let her cry for a few minutes and get it all out. Then catching a peek at the clock on the wall, he knew that Lisa would be coming home very soon.
John grabbed Genny's arm "Come with me, slut!" he said, pulling her down the hallway to the bedroom. There he shut the door. Genny's heart began to race and he took her over to the side of the bed. He went over to the chest he kept at the foot of the bed. He rummaged around in the chest bringing out some sections of nylon rope.
He began by rolling Genny over onto her stomach and pulling her hands behind her back. He bound her wrists together behind her back then, while she was on her stomach, he reached up and pulled her panties down and off in one quick movement. Genny gasped loudly at having her panties removed - she wasn't expecting that. He looked over her ass while she lay there as well, smiling that it still held some of the redness from earlier. He spread her legs and toyed with her wet pussy, making her moan and raise her hips.
"Very nice. I like a wet slut pussy!" he remarked, making Genny moan at his words. He flipped her back over and sat her up, continuing his work. He took another rope and tied her elbows together further hindering her use of her arms. Then he looked at her. "You know, you look like you are getting warm. I think we should help you cool off a bit. He unbuttoned the front of her blouse allowing her tits to be free. At least temporarily, as he then took the end of the rope and went around her chest above, then below her tits. This made her tits jut out and he tightened the rope bra a bit.
"I have always liked your tits... you know that, Genny? What size are they?" he asked.
Genny blushed. "I'm a 34DD," she said.
"Your daughter isn't as blessed in the tit department as you are, but now that you are my slut, I can get as much of these as I want!" he said, toying with the hard nipples.
"Yess... she whimpered, loving the feel of his hands on her body.
"There's time for that later though. We have other things to do first. He moved her up to the head of the bed and tied her securely to the headboard there. He spread her legs wide apart and bound each ankle to the side if the bed to a leg of the bed at the footboard.
He took her wet panties and bunched them tightly shoving them in her mouth as a gag and wrapping one of Lisa's scarves around her head to hold the gag in place.
"You keep that slut pussy nice and wet for me, okay?" he mocked as he ran his finger up and down her slit, making her moan and try to hump his hand. He placed a blindfold over her eyes and Genny's pussy twitched in anticipation of what he might do next to her.
He had just finished securing Genny when he heard Lisa come home. Not finding her husband in the living room, she came down the hallway and looked for him in the bedroom just as John finished toying with Genny's drooling pussy.
"What the...? John, what in the hell do you think you are doing?" she cried, stunned at what she saw.
"Your mom and I were just talking. I think we are finally starting to get along!" he said, smirking.
Lisa rushed forward, mad as a wet hen. "You untie her this very minute!" she yelled. As she started to go past John and untie her mother, John reached out and grabbed Lisa by the arm, pulling her to him.
"Wait a minute! Your mother came over here to talk and we have gotten things worked out!" he said.
"Mmmph! Mmmph!" Genny said, hearing her daughters voice.
"No! Untie her this minute!" Lisa said, getting angrier. She pulled away from John and made for her mom again. This time John grabbed his wife by her hair and pulled her bodily back to him. He brought her around the end of the bed and forced her to kneel on the padded chest that he had pulled the ropes from minutes ago. He pushed her face down onto the bed and held her there, pulling her hands behind her back and holding them with one hand while holding her head down with a hand to the back of her neck.
He held her there for a couple minutes as she fought against him, her temper rising with every struggle. Finally she realized she couldn't win and she relaxed, breathing heavy from her struggling.
"Are you done? Are you ready to listen to me?" he said.
"Yes," she said, indignantly. Lisa was still fuming mad - both at what he had done to her mother and at not being able to get past John to help her.
"That's better. Now, your mother came over here today because she was at the bar the other night while we were there. She had gone there before we did and she was in the ladies room when you and Julie were in there talking about me. She overheard you two talking, and came by this afternoon to talk to me about it. And, after a little "discussion" she has learned more about it and wants to know even more. I think she wants to see how we play!"
"What?" Lisa asked, dumbfounded at the idea.
Letting go of her neck but keeping her hands still behind her back, John put his hand on the back of her thigh and slowly moved up her leg. He came to the edge of her panties and traced the hem towards her pussy. Lisa wasn't sure exactly what was happening, but she parted her legs a bit because she loved the way he teased her. John began rubbing his hand over her pussy the same way he had done to Genny earlier. And he got the same results, as Lisa began wriggling her ass in response.
"Johnnn..." she moaned softly.
He rubbed her panties for a few moments before he moved up and grabbed the waistband of her panties, pulling them down and off her.
Lisa gasped at the quickness of his movement and the sudden coolness on her pussy. John lifted her pleated work skirt over her back and began toying with her pussy in earnest. He fingered her pussy lips and circled just inside her opening - not going inside her, but teasing her and making her moan and whimper as she got more and more aroused.
Hearing him work over her daughter and remembering what he had done to her earlier, Genny too, began to get heated up. John saw her squirming, fighting her bonds, and it only encouraged him to increase their torment!
"Mmmph! Mmmph!" Genny said behind her panty gag.
John slipped one, then two fingers up into his wife's wet, eager pussy. Lisa spread her legs, moaning louder as her lust-fire grew. He let go of her hands now, knowing she wasn't going to be fighting him anymore. He placed his hand on the top of her ass right above her tiny puckered star, holding her in place as he starting thrusting his fingers in and out and twisting them inside her.
"Oh God, John! Ohhh yes, baby!" she moaned as she wriggled her ass, trying to guide him to all of her most exciting spots. But she didn't need to; he knew exactly where her buttons were and when to push them for maximum effect.
Lisa's pussy was drooling now and her moans had taken a decidedly more desperate and urgent turn. She was grabbing at the sheets and lifting her head as the fireTo continue reading this story you must be a member. Join for FREE here.
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