The sordid story of how I came to rape my Mother-in-law

The title says it all really. Suffice it to say that a middle aged lady gets forceably ravished by her son-in-law.

I have to admit, fucking my wife's mother was wrong on so many levels. It was adulterous, it turned out to be more violent than I expected and it landed the two of us with a guilty secret we'd have to keep from the rest of the family for the rest of our lives. Fortunately, I can confess all here on SS69, thus enabling me to relive the whole sordid but horny experience for my own enjoyment in your discerning company and hopefully, for your personal delectation.

Of course, none of what eventually happened was intended to happen at the outset. Oh no, it was all very normal and respectable. I met Nancy, the girl destined to become my first wife, at a dancing school where I'd gone for the specific purpose of meeting and coming into close physical contact with girls. We got on from the outset and she didn't seem to mind being groped as we snogged in the least. Boobs and bum got affectionately fondled with aplomb! After a couple of dates, Nancy took me home to meet her parents and a very pleasant middle-aged couple they proved to be too. Naturally, I was on my best behaviour in order to create a favourable impression, which I was able to do. However, I came away from that first meeting with an especially favourable impression of Nancy's mother, Lillian. She was short, plumpish and homely looking; perfect for being a teacher at the local infant school which indeed she was. She possessed an inate sense of fun which I'm sure the children must have loved and I found myself reckoned that if this lovely, jolly person was what Nancy was destined to become in middle-aged, she'd be well worth sticking with. Lillian smiled readily at just about everything I said and was clearly taking a genuine interest in me as a person, which I found rather flattering. This meeting the parents thing could have been an ordeal but wasn't because I instantly liked this cuddly lady so much. Nancy's dad was okay too, but it was his wife that had me dreaming about how great it could be to become a member of this perfectly respectable and charming family.

However, move the clock on ten years and things were very different. I'd married Nancy out of love but our marriage had soon become blighted by her developing a severe clinical depression that killed our sexlife and plans to raise a family stone dead. As a man in my physical prime, This left me feeling frustrated as hell. Lillian was most sympathetic and supportive to us both and so I came to feel I could fully confide in her about everything. Perhaps more so than I felt comfortable with when telling my own mother of the marrital problems we were having. Out of love for her emotionally damaged daughter, Lillian wanted Nancy and I to stay together but fully understood the impact Nancy's condition was having on me. Nancy was no longer the person I fell in love with. I could see no trace of that girl in my wife anymore but found something very like her in the caring personality of her mother. At this time, I was in my mid twenties; Lillian was pushing fifty and yet our age difference didn't seem to matter.....at first.

But then it did begin to matter because it became something of a turn on to realised that Lillian Williamson was becoming the significant female in my life. I did shift work for a living. Because Nancy was still working, this left me with a lot of free time during the day. Therefore, whenever the schools were closed, Lillian would be home alone and so we ended up keeping eachother company. We talked about anything and everything; yes, even including my sexual frustrations. She absolutely understood my situation but one day and looking deeply into my eyes, she told me that although she was aware of the temptation I must be under to seek relief from my frustration outside of my marriage, she couldn't possibly condone me doing such a thing. It would be morally wrong. A sin. In fact, she went so far as to say that having sex with a man other than her husband was something she personally could never see herself doing, unless she absolutely forced to of course. At this point, she gave my hand a gentle squeeze and the rest of me a lingering meaningful look. Was I understanding her aright? Was she saying that I could take out my sexual frustrations on her as long as I sort of......raped her?

Nothing happened on that occasion. I guess I was too shocked to react. Maybe I'd misunderstood her and anyway, the idea of fucking any woman a generation older than myself had never really appealed to me. But she'd planted that seed of an idea in my head and it swiftly took root. The thing I had most trouble getting my head around was this thing about forcing myself on her. We were friends but more than that, Lillian had become a second mother to me. Also, I'd never physically forced a female to do anything in my life before. I'd been brought up not to and so the idea was totally alien to me: alien and yet rather arousing and I started looking on Lillian with growing lustful intent. Many times, I came close reaching for her and many times, my nerve failed at the last moment. She must have sensed this of course, but said nothing, despite a sexual tension which had developed between us whenever we were alone together.

Things came to a head one rainy weekday morning. Sitting close together on the sofa as we chatted, I found myself staring at her matronly bosom, rising and falling as she breathed. She'd told me once that she'd always be there for me if I needed to vent my frustrations and it was clear there was only one way to find out for sure whether she meant this in a physical sense or not. Summoning up all the courage I had, I reached out a hand and squeezed the soft mound of one of her bountiful breasts. She shook her head and quietly said "no Simon" as she pushed my hand away. Equally quietly, I said "yes Lillian" and putting an arm around her shoulders to pull her against me, I pushed my other hand down inside her jumper, deep into the plump softness bulging over the cups of her ultra large bra.

"No! Stop! I'm your wife's mother for God's sake. You mustn't do this. It would kill her if she ever found out you'd done this!" The words flowed rapidly out of her but in a conspiratorial whisper that I found totally seductive. I therefore replied in kind.
"But she's not going to find out is she because you're simply not going to tell anyone. You're going to be a good mummy to Nancy and a good wife to your Peter by not telling them anything that might cause them pain and anguish because that's the sort of caring, loving woman you are. I'm going to fuck you. I've long fantasised about this Lillian and now it's going to happen right here on your living-room floor unless you fancy taking me to bed. Please feel free to resist if it makes you feel a little less guilty,"

With that, I dragged her down onto the floor and got on top of her, crushing her under my weight and feeling my erection press into the clothes softness of her feminine abdomen She struggled and writhed valiantly enough underneath me, slapping and punching me inaffectively on the chest - and it felt mindblowingly wonderful to have this homely mum completely at the mercy of my lust. My immediate thought was to pull down her pantihose and fuck her where she was and my cock was certainly up for that, but then again, it would be hours before I was required to be anywhere else and Peter wouldn't be home for yonks so where was the rush? Why not take my time and enjoy all of Lillian's womanly delights at my leisure......on her marrital bed?

"Are you really going to rape me, Simon? Her question came out as a breathy whisper to which I replied "yes" before fastening my lips on hers and kissing her passionately, relishing the taste of her lipstick. I forced my tongue into Lillian's mouth where a titillating battle instantly broke out between her writhing tongue and mine. I grabbed her head to hold it still as I carried out this oral assault. In the course of this, Lillian's glasses became dislodged so I removed them completely. It was the first time I could ever remember seeing her face fully naked and I suddenly had an overwhelming urge to see the rest of this plump, nervously squirming little woman totally naked. But was I up to the job of stripping her if she resisted? Possibly not and therefore some cooperation on her part was going to be required. Right now, I could see that we were playing an erotic game where she was still somehow setting the rules. She wasn't really being naughty as long as she pretended she wasn't being. Therefore, this wasn't a real rape, we were just acting and this began to dissatisfy me. Why play act at rape when the real thing was right there for the taking? All I had to do was stop the pretence and acting in impulse, I did that by putting my hands around Lillian's womanly throat; squeezing it till she couldn't breathe. Her eyes opened wide in shock and her face began to redden. She clawed frantically at my hands as her well fleshed legs thrashed about wildly either side of my own. After thirty seconds, I stopped squeezing but left my hands in position around her neck to feel every choke issuing from my mother-in-laws gaping mouth. Tears were flowing from her startled eyes as I told her "don't think I won't kill you if I ever feel your going to be the slightest threat to me, Lillian. Your dirty little game has unleashed something in me which I can't contained any longer. I need a woman's body to comfort me and that woman's body's going to be yours. Get it into your head that your little girl's hubby is going to shag and generally have fun abusing you and you're going to let me because you owe me for sticking with that emotional disaster of a daughter of yours. We're going upstairs to your bedroom now and you're going to strip naked for me like a good dumpy slut. Cooperate and there might even be some pleasure in this for you; rebel and I might get to thinking that the thrill of killing you might just be worth going to prison for.,"

Lillian sobbed as she allowed me to lead her up the stairs. Her usual jovial face was now a mask of fearful, tearful wretchedness. Once in the bedroom, I closed the curtains simply to emphasize the fact to Lillian that no help was coming to her from the outside world. The devil was really in me now. I slapped her hard across the face and punched her in her softly rounded belly, knocking all the breath out of her. Hitting her felt exhilaratingly good. Lillian bent over in consequence of being hit so hard in the stomach. A perfect position for me to get behind her, give her voluptuous dropping boobs a good mauling whilst pushing the bulge of my erection into the softness of her expansive arse. This was great. This was how it should be. School teacher, wife and mother Lillian Williamson was mine to do whatever I wanted with.

As soon as she was able to straighten up, I made a fist, waved it threateningly in front of her tear-stained face and commanded her to undress. This she did; slowly and awkwardly, but she did it. I sat in the bed and watched as more and more pinky-white flesh was revealed. Living female flesh that seemed to trembled as she moved. Excited by this, it was the work of a moment to discard my own clothes and I was completely naked by the time my mother-in-law was stepping out of her knickers.

Lillian's breasts were magnificent. They covered her entire chest and positively billowed as she moved. My grasping fingers sank deeply into her softness and it pleased me to tit fuck her for a while after I'd had my cock in her warm, wet mouth in order to get it lubricated. I toyed with the idea of sodomising her but dismissed it in favour of her cunt. If I ejaculated whilst up her arse, (and there was a genuine possibility I might, the way I was feeling by then), I'd miss this particular chance to become the man who'd fucked both a mother and her child. Miss the chance to compare cunts, their warmth, their wetness, their dimensions and muscular responses to being shafted. Poor old Peter, how fortunate for him that he had no idea of what I was doing to his loving and relatively faithful wife on their bed at that moment. Similarly, Claire would be busy in the library admin office, completely oblivious to the fact that her nude husband was currently wrestling her naked mother down onto her back so that she might be well and truly raped.

And raped she was. This was not pretence. This was the real thing. Any good feelings Lillian had previously had towards me were gone. I was genuinely taking her against her will and I felt positively exultant. Lillian now represented not only her daughter but every other woman I had ever known, including my own mother. I was going to use Lillian to fuck the lot of them. Their faces flashed before me as I pressed the head of my rock hard penis between the hair covered lips of all their vaginas before ramming it home deep inside my mother-in-law's cunt. There were no verbal exchanges. There hadn't been since I first strangled Lillian and recalling what a thrill it had been doing that, I returned my hands to her neck as I humped her. I didn't squeeze. It was enough to know I could if I wanted to and relish the dark thought that if I did start to choke her again, I might find myself not being able to stop.

I humped her hard, causing her boobs to bounce and billow with every virile thrust and apart from the odd slapping sound of skin on skin and squelch as a fully withdrawn rigid cock was forcefully rammed back so that it might bash it's head against this particular woman's cervix. Time lost all meaning as did everything else. All was washed away as the build up to orgasm surged through me. A tingling fire spread from my loins to engulf my entire body, growing in intensity before exploding into full blown orgasm, pumping pulse after pulse of youthful sperm into the same body that once conceived and bore the child I married and now lived with in misery. This was my revenge.

Some say vengeance belongs only to the Lord. Others say vengeance is sweet. AllI can say is that in this particular instance, vengeance was fucking fantastic!

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