How did I not love my mother-in-law: And now I love, even as I love. Here she stands in front of me with cancer, a robe is thrown on her back, her hands are laid on the floor. I drive the dick into her big ass all the way up to the stop, slowly pull it out almost to the end, and again sharply drive it all the way. From my blows, her body moves forward, and this does not suit me, and I command:

- Well, give in to your ass to meet, bitch!

Mother-in-law begins to move his ass, trying to get into the rhythm.

- Sharper, sharper, damn, - again I pusher, and things are getting better.

I sharply thrust dick in a well-designed point, and she also sharply gives soy ass to meet. In this case, my pubis with savory slap is met with a thick mother-in-law ass. Big saggy, but not yet flabby, breasts of boobs, previously pulled out of the cut-out of the robe at my command, dangle back and forth and slap her face. From time to time I stop to firmly slap an old bitch on her swollen, wet and reddened pant from blood rush and slaps, smooth and clean-shaven. The mother-in-law at the same time publishes a quiet "Oh." For more she does not dare - afraid to run into a good spanking. Stop. On pussy - one, two, three ... The hand is already crashing into something wet and squashed. It's all over. Firmly pressed to his thumps creep and pour out in the very depths of her rectum.

“That's it, lick me out of your shit and serve lunch,” I command in a minute.

The command is carried out clearly and quickly, the mother-in-law's mouth is large and skillful. In the meantime, I wrinkle large, heavy boobs with big nipples, squeezing and pinching nipples with my fingernails with all my might. A red-skinned mother-in-law with a falling cock in his mouth frowns, but sniffles quite. She is still far from an orgasm, because when I came home for dinner I didn’t spend time preparing this bitch. Just barely undressed, he commanded:

- In the rack, quickly - and planted in her usual, designed ass all the way, rocking only a couple of times. Nothing, let him be washed away from unsatisfied lust, old slut.

The mother-in-law, meanwhile, served dinner, and while I was having dinner, I was spinning around me, rubbing with all parts, slightly opening the robe, trying to tease me with the smell of my current hole. I still didn’t want to fuck this old fucker, so, going to tea, I reluctantly threw her:

- Take a big pink dildo and fuck yourself on this sofa, entertain me. And try, or I'll sign your thick thighs with new stripes.

The old bitch rushed to execute the command, almost running, driven by lust and fear of punishment. In general, I periodically for a serious time, the old whore, from the heart. I take a whip, a wide heavy leather belt and a thin link of a fiberglass rod. The mother goes to different sensitive places.

On the ass, on the thighs, on the inner surface of the apart hips, including the open pussy, depending on the mood. I especially like to whip her on sagging tits or on tits spread out on the edge of the table.

Less than half a minute, as the mother-in-law appeared with a huge dildo in transverse scars and began to strip herself, licking the dildo and stroking her strong breasts and crotch. A minute later, the mother-in-law lay on the sofa on her back, legs spread wide and knees pressed to her chest. With both hands, she furiously drove the dildo into her wet fucked cunt, for which the fat dildo was clearly not great. A few minutes of fierce and very energetic slamming with a thick rubber cudgel in a big wet, swollen pussy with a loud savory champ and a long-awaited end came with a long moan and arched back.

In the meantime, tea is finished and I am going to work.

Someone will say: "Lucky with the mother-in-law, a cool ebony woman without complexes, obedient and lustful." In fact, she is a nasty bore, always treating all sorts of rubbish, collecting all her crap about a healthy lifestyle, constantly praying and attending church, while still a terrible hypocrite.Well, how did I manage to make a real whore and a lustful fuck out of it? A case, a lucky case, just lucky. How? I'll tell you, maybe someone will be interested.

At work he squandered during lunch, went hungry and decided to go home for a bite, the benefit is not far away by car. I drive up, put the car in, go into the courtyard - the dog is naturally silent, I enter the house, walk into the kitchen and suddenly I hear quiet sobs and howls from the room of the mother-in-law. I look: all-on!

Repin's picture! On the floor is a man, elderly, head in blood, pants down almost to the knees, do not move and do not seem to breathe. A mother-in-law sits on the floor above him. The robe is torn on her, so that her breasts are almost completely outside. She roars in two creeks, sobs and howls.

- What do you have here? - I ask.

She looks up at me, sobs again and, not paying attention to her boobs sticking out, begins to confuse that she invited the peasant to visit, and he drank and began to molest, tore her robe over her, and she pushed him away, and he fell and right about the corner of the nightstand and here.

- What will happen now?

- Now they will put you, - I answer gloomily.

- I am not guilty, I do not want to sit, help me.

I leaned over to the peasant, felt the pulse on my neck, and suddenly I felt that he was alive, just unconscious. And then I suffered. Instantly, a cascade of thoughts flashed through my head and formed into a clear picture.

- Well, I will help you, but you must understand: this is murder and for help I will demand a high, very high price.

- I, I agree to everything.

- Absolutely everything?

“Yes: yes, yes, yes,” the mother-in-law almost screamed.

“Well, then, come here,” I said, “kneel down, unbutton my jeans, get a member and take it in your mouth.”

My mother-in-law during my speech looked at me with more and more opening eyes, in which a wave of indignation boiled.

- What? How are you, she exploded.

- Well, whatever you want, I'm going to call the police.

- No, no, no.

- Well then, do what I said.

Obviously stepping over herself, her pride or something else, the mother-in-law dropped to her knees and ineptly took up my dick, gradually gaining strength. I began to encourage her with valuable instructions and things went. From a picture of a humiliated mother-in-law with a prick in my mouth, looking into my eyes, as I told her, at the sight of her blue helpless eyes filled with tears, after a couple of minutes I discharged her in the throat and did not allow me to step back, forced her to swallow sperm, trying to humiliate her even more . Taking out the dick, I wiped it with the edge of a woman's torn robe and hid it in my pants.

- So, quickly put on your macho until he is completely numb. Put on it all the clothes to the last thread and give here the remnants of vodka and the old veil.

The mother-in-law did as it was said: the man is dressed, shod, wrapped in a blanket, in his pocket a bottle with the remnants of vodka without prints.

- Well, do you still remember what you promised? - I turned to the mother-in?

- Yes. - quietly, but she answered confidently.

- Then we repeat to fix. Turn your back on me and stoop, - the mother-in-law obeyed.

- Zadera robe, higher, higher, quite on the back. So good. Now the legs are wider, more. So. Well done. Hands on buttocks. Push apart the halves of his thick ass, wider, wider. Do not regret your ass.

In front of me was a picture of captivating in its novelty and exciting wildness: a big white ass with a brown anus ring, below the fleshy wet hairy cunt and it all stretched out to my sides.

“Okay,” I approved, feeling the beast move in my pants — now I’ll fuck you up on your hairy cunt, but look so that next time you’ll have your hair shaved.

With these words, I stuck a strong cock into an already completely finished, wet hole, without feeling much resistance. Quickly after finishing deep in the sheer pussy, I started a man. He drove the car into the yard, hoisted it, wrapped in a blanket in the trunk, and took it to garages in another part of the city, knowing that it would be found there. Bedspread thrown in the trash elsewhere.

Upon arrival home, my mother-in-law gave a lecture on our future relationship, partially described at the beginning of the story, and I was sipping brandy, and she stood in front of me in a short shirt completely naked with her shaved cunt. Gradually, taking everything steeper and steeper along with increasing the dose of cognac, I explained everything to her: how I would fuck her at any time and in any place, how and for what I would punish, to what extent I would break her holes and everything.