How to excite your beloved mother-in-law. The son-in-law sleeps with his mother-in-law. How can a mother-in-law get along with her son-in-law? Advice for mothers-in-law

For dessert, I would like to offer you 3 stories about my mother-in-law. You will be surprised to know that they all took place in real life. Does this really happen? I'm shocked!

There is no malicious intent in the stories.

Mothers-in-law want to protect their daughter, sometimes allowing her to flirt with her son-in-law.

At 50, they become more beautiful every year.

A story about mother-in-law and son-in-law

It was at the dacha.

My wife ended up in the hospital, and I had to hammer nails while my mother-in-law sobbed.

Matvey, here’s another 1 stud. “You’re doing something a little crooked,” the second mother bleated.

I was silent, there’s no point in getting into conflicts.

My mother-in-law has a poisonous dialect - a hundred pounds will tell everything about how weak her son-in-law is.

So she decided to check it out.

When I had sorted out the hats, I washed myself from the barrel and decided to lie down on the sofa.

I hear: knock-knock.

I answer lopsidedly: come in.

I look and can’t believe my eyes.

My mother-in-law came in wearing a translucent robe.

Kondraty almost twisted me.

She sat down next to her, looked, and the viper was breathing heavily.

Is it really pre-infarction, I dreamed about it?

Not so, friends.

Her ass is getting closer and closer.

And then she squeezed me, I was thin, my bones crunched and my teeth chattered.

Well, okay, you're good. I know it. Oh, and there’s a carnation here too. Let's kill him crookedly? - the mother-in-law blurted out sternly, forcibly doing her job.

She didn’t say anything to her wife about the carnations.

What was left for me?

Keep silent about her still elastic charms.

So I live “on 2 fronts”.

A story about a drunken mother-in-law

I love my wife and I adore my mother-in-law, especially when she, drunk, begins to talk about her adventures.

When I was young, oh, how men flocked to me. Like flies on shit. Don’t think, Klim, that we only butted heads with the missionary. You fool, you won’t read in any book what your mother-in-law did while drunk. One is behind, and the other is in front. And all the jocks. And you, no, how does my daughter get along with you? - the pliable mother-in-law babbled.

At this time, my wife was chopping salads in the kitchen.

We celebrated a holiday called “Seventh Sunday.”

Having fallen silent for a while and taking the one hundred and fifth dose on her chest, the drunken mother-in-law continued her mind-blowing story.

And everyone loved me, a young girl. They gave gifts. Why do you think I took off my panties for free? I chose selectively. Do you understand? And now, for a glass of chatter, incredibly decorated canaries rub themselves into the household. blocks - the mother-in-law finished her instructive speech with a savory burp.

I wonder if she's telling the truth?

I will never know about this.

But I desperately believe her.

Mother-in-law's bathhouse

I love to steam and expel toxins.

Then all the nasty stuff comes out.

My mother-in-law built it all. With my son-in-law's money.

I mean, on mine.

Even my wife doesn’t know how she works with a broom.

He whips for all the insults inflicted on his wife and for the speeches made against her.

Without hesitation, he enters the bathhouse.

And I, like a woman, scream.

Shut up, short guy. Do you think I haven’t seen a naked man? “Let me spank you,” the mother-in-law mumbled impudently, starting to punish her.

A friend told me this story. I imagined myself in his place and fantasized a little. And this is what came out of it.

My wife got sick. Who isn't sick? But they put her in the hospital, and I was left with a three-year-old daughter in my arms. And the work is such that you can’t take any time off or vacation now. Where can I go with such a little one? I had to turn to my mother-in-law with a request to help in trouble. Either let him take Katka with him or come to us, but something needs to be done. My mother-in-law came to visit us.

He came home from work a little late, played with Katka, talked with his mother-in-law. She is the woman I need. She gave birth to Lenka, my wife, at almost eighteen and was now in the very juice, not even reaching the age of “a berry again.” And she came out with character. Calm, friendly. And I quickly found a common language with my son-in-law, that is, with me. Yes, her and I’s age difference isn’t that big. Lenka is much younger than me. So there was no friction, on the contrary, everything was sweet and wonderful. The mother-in-law looked after Katka, cooked, and kept house. That's how we lived.

We handed over the object to the customer, received a bonus and a normal working day. Came home early. We played with Katka and brought my mother-in-law into the game. Katka laughed merrily, catching up with her grandmother, who was running around the room, on the back of a hot horse, which was portrayed by dad. Holding her ears so as not to fall off her father’s back, or rather from the horse’s back, she kicked the sides with her heels, spurring the horse. Noise, laughter, joyful cries of the daughter. It's bath time. Katka, as was her usual habit, created a storm in the bathtub.

Both and their mother-in-law stood wet and waited for the ship with the sailor Katka to moor to the shore. The wet robe clung to the mother-in-law’s figure, and her figure was still very, very pretty. The mother-in-law’s build is similar to Lenka’s, although she’s a little plumper, but this makes her even more beautiful and gives her the charm of a mature woman. And they have similar faces. Sometimes it seems that there are two sisters - the younger and the older. Her breasts are somewhat larger than Lenkin's, and her butt is wider. Well, Lenka is still almost twenty years away from her mother, so they will be equal in the future.

Yes, my mother-in-law’s wet figure gave me sinful thoughts, especially since I haven’t had a woman for a long time. And my mother-in-law, sensing my interest in her with her feminine gut, quickly calmed Katka down, took her out of the stormy ocean and sent us to bed, saying that she needed to change into dry clothes, they were so squelchy.

Katya was sleeping, and my mother-in-law and I were sitting in the kitchen. I bought some wine with premium money and sat there, tasting this drink, talking about life. Word for word and we moved on to family problems. The mother-in-law began to say how happy she was for her daughter, what a good husband she got: loving, attentive, caring, affectionate. Let the son-in-law not be angry or offended, because it is known that mother and daughter have no secrets from each other, so she even knows how things are going with us in bed.

How lucky Lenka was to have such a husband-lover who would wash a woman in the bath, carry her to the bed in his arms, kiss her all over and kiss her even THERE. My mother-in-law had never seen anything like this in a movie, let alone in real life. I lived my life with a drunk who did not say a kind word or caress me. He just yells. It’s good that he doesn’t give up. No, Lenka was lucky, very lucky. And her husband will hide drunk and go to sleep. And if he needs to cum, he’ll come down like a hog once a month, snort for a couple of minutes, stinking of fumes, let him down and...
and the side one. No kisses or affectionate words for you.

The mother-in-law was telling the story, and tears were flowing down her cheeks, her lips were twisted in a bitter smile, her nose was red. She sobbed, wiped her tears with the back of her hand and continued her story. And I looked at her and thought that this is a normal woman, but she doesn’t have happiness. How much does a woman need? And I began to calm the woman down, saying that everything would work out, everything would come to its senses. He stroked her head like a child and kissed her. She began to sob even more bitterly. Squatting down in front of her, he kissed her crying eyes, collected the tears flowing down her cheeks with his lips, and kissed her swollen lips. At some point, these lips responded to my touches, and a moment later we merged in a kiss that was not at all related.

The two stood in the middle of the kitchen and kissed furiously. Hands fluttered over the bodies, feeling and stroking. The tongues carried on their conversation, penetrating the mouth, the lips caressed the lips. The mother-in-law's robe slipped off her shoulders and now miraculously stayed on her body. At some point, the mother-in-law moved her shoulders and the robe completely fell off, exposing her breasts, slightly saggy but still strong, and her plump tummy. After the bath, my mother-in-law did not put on a bra and now her breasts, freed from the captivity of her clothes, fell of their own accord into my palms. I kneaded them, caressed them, without taking my eyes off the woman’s lips. And then he sat down a little and began to kiss the nipples, went down to the tummy. My mother-in-law pressed my head to her, she kept whispering about some kind of sin, and I pulled the robe all the way and then it completely fell. My mother-in-law stood in front of me, covered only with knitted panties. And now this detail of clothing was clearly superfluous.

I pulled my panties down, exposing my pubis with reddish growths, lowered them almost to my knees and passionately kissed my tummy, pubis, and thighs. Pulling the panties down a little more, I lowered them to my ankles and my mother-in-law stepped over the panties with her legs, clearly agreeing with me that they were no longer needed. She stood like Venus emerging from the sea foam. The mature woman's body was beautiful.

With her eyes half closed, my mother-in-law asked me not to look at her, so fat and scary. A woman loves with her ears and therefore my words that her body is beautiful, that it is perfection itself, that it will be able to give joy and pleasure to a man for a very, very long time, that there is no need to be embarrassed, but one should be proud of such a body, such a figure. I said a lot of other things, but now I don’t remember. It is known that at this moment a man’s tongue becomes boneless and the words themselves flow, bypassing the brain. And I kept talking, interspersing my words with kisses. And then he picked up his mother-in-law in his arms and carried her into the bedroom. She did not resist, surrendering to the complete will of the man. She grabbed me by the neck, kissed me somewhere on the ear, and whispered something.

Having laid the woman on the bed, he himself had not yet undressed, and again began to cover her body with kisses. He kissed lips, neck, breasts, belly, thighs and lips again. My mother-in-law lay with her legs slightly spread and I ran my finger across her crotch, plunged it into her half-open vagina, took it out, sniffed and licked it, tasting it. the smell was almost Lenkin, but the mother-in-law tasted a little different. Once again, plunging his finger into the vagina, he took it out and persistently put it in his mother-in-law’s mouth so that she could taste how pleasant her pussy tasted. She sucked her finger, and with my other hand I was already stroking her labia, her clitoris, which had swollen and crawled out, curiously, from the robe of pink flesh.

Mother-in-law's vagina was wet and hot. He knelt down in front of the bed and kissed her tenderly on those half-open lips. He kissed him the way one kisses a child, the way one kisses a woman on the corner of her lips or in the eyes. The lips slid like a butterfly, but this was enough for the mother-in-law to tense up, arch and, opening, expose her treasure to the caresses, which women hide from prying eyes. And then there were caresses with tongue and lips. Describing her condition is just a waste of time. It was a growling panther, it was a tremulous doe, it was a volcano of passion and all at the same time. She moaned and screamed something, she tore the sheet and scratched my back, she was at the peak of bliss.

When her body was shaken by orgasm, he instantly found himself next to her, lay down, hugging her. She naturally cried, burying her face in my chest. And I stroked her back, shoulders, kissed her. After a while, without taking her face off her chest, she muffledly said that she, of course, was a bitch and a creature in relation to her daughter, but she wanted more. She helped me undress. Or rather, she simply tore my clothes off and fell on my back, spreading her legs wide and now completely surrendering and enjoying.

After the third orgasm, lying on crumpled and crumpled sheets, she said that she never believed women’s stories about flying in bed with their beloved man. But now I’m convinced myself that this is possible. She has already been in seventh heaven and is simply happy that I showed her such a flight. And now she was a little tired and would like me to fly there too, and therefore, spreading her legs, she persistently pulled me towards her. She herself, taking the penis with her hand, directed it into her open slit. And when I plunged into her, she gasped, raised her legs up and put them on my shoulders. And I burst in. The victors in a captured city do not behave the way I did. Missing a woman's body, I growled and raged. He pushed his penis all the way to the uterus, moved it furiously into the vagina, trying to fill every corner and nook of this space. And the mother-in-law howled once again and shuddered in ecstasy.

It rarely happens that for the first time, a man and a woman cum at the same time. We made it.

They lay hugging each other. Having released the accumulated tension, I lazily stroked my mother-in-law’s body. She put her hand between us and held the penis, as if she was afraid that it would disappear. They neglected water procedures, it was just so good that I didn’t want to get up and go somewhere, do something.

In the middle of the night Katya woke up and began to whimper. They jumped up with their mother-in-law and rushed to the nursery. Having given her daughter a drink, the mother-in-law leaned over her crib and hummed something, rocking Katya. Her butt, shining in the dimness of the room, her swaying breasts did not leave the member indifferent. Moreover, there is still a large amount of sperm left that was not splashed out the first time. And I, approaching my mother-in-law, with a masterful movement, spread her buttocks, groping for the entrance to the treasured cave. She spread her legs and bent even lower over her granddaughter's crib, still humming. And I, now tenderly and tenderly, entered my mother-in-law’s wet, hot and waiting vagina, and began to move there, holding my mother-in-law’s hips. From my thrusts, deep and measured, she leaned forward, her breasts swayed. Soon her voice began to break, the song began to lose its rhythm, and then she hummed through clenched lips and moaned.

Lenka always came several times before I reached the finish line. such a long-lasting one. And my mother-in-law managed to finish, but I still hadn’t warmed up. Turning his mother-in-law towards him, he kissed her, hugging her shoulders. She grabbed me by the neck and stood at attention, on tiptoe. And so they reached the bedroom without breaking their embrace. They collapsed onto the rumpled bed. And I, kissing my mother-in-law’s body, said something like this:

- What a-smack!-sweet body! Smack! We love him! What smack!-lovely-smack!-tits! What-smack!-hard nipples! What a smack! - lovely belly! And what a-smack!-wet-smack!-pussy! And how-smack!-she-smack-waiting-smack!-for a smack! stuck!

Well, they stuck it in.

In the morning, when I went into the kitchen, my mother-in-law was preparing breakfast. Katya was still sleeping. The mother-in-law was cheerful and happy. She moved easily and even hummed something. Standing in the doorway, he wished her good morning and watched with pleasure how her buttocks played under her robe, how her hips moved back and forth. And the member immediately responded by sticking out his underpants and letting him know that he didn’t mind paying a visit to his familiar vagina. When the mother-in-law leaned over at the table, he lifted her robe. As expected, this time the mother-in-law considered the panties unnecessary and, without encountering any obstacles, I savorily kissed the buttocks, which appeared like plump buns from under the robe.

Again, imperiously, like a winner, he penetrated between the legs and made sure that after a stormy night nothing was missing there, that everything was in place. The mother-in-law stood frozen. waiting to see what her master, her owner, would do with her next. And he, slightly pressing on her back, forced the mother-in-law to bend lower and began to stroke her crotch, penetrating her wet hole with his fingers, and then, pulling the elastic band of his panties and exposing his penis, he held the head between the private lips and even pushed this very head close so that the penis could wish good morning to your new friend.

Turning his mother-in-law to face him, firmly, so that her breath was taken away, he kissed her and, lifting her, sat her on the kitchen table. He laid him on his back and threw the hem of his robe to the sides.

The mother-in-law slid along the table and only the hands tightly squeezing her hips prevented her from slipping completely. Her hands darted, either grabbing her breasts that had fallen out of her robe, or sliding across the table, looking for something unknown, or trying to reach me. And I drove my flesh into her, slapping my stomach against her buttocks. My mother-in-law moaned, shouted something and finished, beating me. And I increased my pressure, trying to catch up with Lenka’s mommy. The daughter will wake up soon and it’s no good for her to watch her dad have her grandmother on the table. So I'm exhausted.

Laughing, they washed themselves. My mother-in-law, sitting down in the bathtub, fought off my attempts to wash her vagina, and tried to wash me herself. The bathtub was a bit cramped for two people, but there was plenty of room for pampering.

Then, when my mother-in-law, still undressed, bent over to wipe the floor that we had splashed while playing, I tried to grab her by the ass, by the vagina. she jokingly fought back, but was clearly pleased.

We had a decent breakfast. After washing our daughter’s dirty face, we went to the hospital to see our mother. Lenka rejoiced, looking at our unity. She quietly asked not to offend her mother. Then, in solitude, I whispered something with my mother while Katya and I were collecting leaves in the hospital park.

At home, my mother-in-law told me that her daughter asked her to keep an eye on me so that I wouldn’t go off on a tangent. And if such a moment arises that I am ready to snap, (let only my mother not be offended and understand), she asked me to replace her, temporarily performing the duties of a wife. She, of course, is ashamed to talk about this, but she has always considered her mother to be her friend and she has no one else to turn to with such a request. And searches on the outside are fraught with the possibility of taking a good man away from the family. And the mother-in-law promised to do everything her daughter asked.

Having put Katya to bed, they lay down in the same bed like spouses. Now our intercourse was leisurely, but still just as passionate. A woman woke up in her mother-in-law and this woman tried to take advantage of the chance sent to her by fate. In the evening, before going to bed, my mother-in-law and I discussed Lenka’s request in the kitchen (where else?) And I cried, I’m not lying at all. How did she love me if she decided to make such a request?! And the mother-in-law cried, rejoicing for her daughter, for having such a husband.

Lenka was discharged from the hospital. Mother-in-law left. What she told Lenka and what she hid, I don’t know. Only Lenka began to often send me to her mother under the pretext of helping. And when I returned, she didn’t ask anything. Only the sex we had that day was so violent, it was as if Lenka was breaking free, as if she was hungry. And I also noticed that my business trips to my mother-in-law coincided with Lenka’s menstruation.

After some time, Lenka herself admitted to me that she pushed her mother into our bed, that she was a little jealous, but, looking at how her mother blossomed, she was happy for her and did not regret what she had done. After all, she has enough of me in abundance, and sometimes my activity is even unnecessary. There is enough for my mother, and my mother is very grateful to her daughter for her permission to use the surplus. Only Lenka is worried that I will get used to my mother and stop loving her, my wife. Kissing, he reassured me that there was no one in the world more dear to me than him and Katka.

But we didn’t stop sleeping with our mother-in-law. And often, when my mother-in-law was visiting us, Lenka herself sent me to her, at first having had her fill. And all that remained was for the three of us to fall into bed. But something was slowing everything down. And one day, after a feast on some holiday, this happened. And the sky did not fall to the ground, and the earth did not open up under our feet. Looking at each other's sex, the women erupted, getting orgasms from the slightest touch. A tangle of bodies, when you don’t understand who is caressing whom and how. A celebration of sex, a song of passion.

And then the father-in-law disappeared into a drunken shop. mother-in-law moved in with us. Her house was left as a summer cottage. About a year and a half later, Lenka became pregnant, and then her mother-in-law. And now Katya has a sister and brother, who is also her uncle.

At the very beginning of the relationship between mother-in-law and son-in-law, there is always a place of wariness. The future son-in-law is afraid of the first acquaintance, because he understands how important the parental opinion is for the girl. Subconsciously, he perceives the mother of his chosen one as an enemy and prepares for battle - even though in reality no battle is expected.

The future mother-in-law, in turn, strives with all her appearance to show that she will support her daughter in everything. Because she sees in her son-in-law a person capable of offending her “ blood».

But even if the first acquaintance with your mother-in-law went smoothly, do not try to relax. After all, mothers-in-law are different, and depending on this, there are certain tactics that will help you please and establish relationships with her.

"The Busy Mother-in-Law"

She will take care of all household chores from cooking to raising grandchildren. And sometimes even before maintaining the family budget. If at first it is pleasant, then soon the situation becomes unbearable. The son-in-law ceases to understand who his wife really is - her daughter or her mother, which is fraught with the risk of going on a drinking binge or spree.

Advice: Kill the immaturity in yourself and start before it’s too late ( with my wife, of course) perform your duties. And give your mother-in-law a little time off.

"Mother-in-law"

From the day of his daughter’s wedding, he dreams day and night about her divorce, so he always takes his daughter’s side. The son-in-law perceives any, even minor, failures with joy and some gloating.

Advice to son-in-law: Distract your mother-in-law with something so that she doesn’t care about you. For example, give her a small company, a dog, or introduce her to “ a real colonel" retired.

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"Snake Mother-in-Law"

Always dissatisfied with my son-in-law. At the same time, he does not enter into open conflicts, but waits for an opportunity to sting him more painfully.

Advice to son-in-law: Keep your distance from such a mother-in-law and be careful. And when you meet, give compliments and give small gifts.

"Sergeant Mother-in-Law in a Skirt"

It is useless and even unsafe to challenge her orders. After all, any attempt to leave custody will be equated to escape.

Advice to son-in-law: You can gain authority in the eyes of this vixen, who is probably used to pushing her husband around, only by becoming a real commander. Or at least having developed commander's voice .

"Mother-in-law First Lady"

She is always friendly, but unobtrusively makes it clear that she is still the mistress of the house. And her social status is much higher than that of her son-in-law.

Advice to son-in-law: It’s quite possible to get along with this type. The main thing is to be emphatically polite, do not get into petty arguments and do not lose your temper. Also, take the initiative and show yourself to be a caring husband - she will appreciate it.

Seriously speaking, problems between mother-in-law and son-in-law arise much less frequently than between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law. At least in our time. The fact is that every mother-in-law (if she is an attentive mother) first of all takes care of her beloved daughter, which means she performs an important strategic task - she protects the young family from all adversity. Still, finding a worthy man today is not easy, and it is even more difficult to maintain family happiness (divorce statistics show this).

Why do evil men's jokes about the second mother appear?

A wise mother-in-law takes the blow if her daughter makes a mistake, shows character, or hurts her husband. This rule of the game is often adopted by a young couple, because sharpening a grudge against one’s own wife is a thankless task; it’s much easier to blame the mother-in-law for everything. “The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. Oh, and she raised my little wife!” – a man removes responsibility from the woman he loves.

But men who are quite happy with their family life and their wife laugh at their mothers-in-law. This is a great opportunity for them to emphasize their similarities with other representatives of the stronger sex, join the team and just laugh. To be honest, jokes about mothers-in-law are really funny:

- Dad, dad, why is grandma running zigzag around the garden?

– For some it’s grandmother, and for others it’s mother-in-law. Sonny, give me the next clip!

Unfavorable Scenarios

Just as there is some truth in every joke, in every locality there is a share of families who are familiar firsthand with the “mother-in-law & son-in-law” problem. There are several scenarios in which an unfavorable development of relations is possible (I emphasize, possible!).

Lonely mother-in-law

Tension in relationships can arise if the mother-in-law's personal life is not entirely settled. In this situation, the woman feels lonely and perceives her daughter’s family as her own. She either registers her son-in-law as her son, or shifts onto the shoulders of the young spouses the responsibilities that, in theory, should be performed by a man.

If children do not pay due attention to their mother, she uses various methods of pressure: she gets offended, calls their spouses bad parents because she cannot call them bad children, and even gets sick in order to get the care of loved ones. In such a scenario, it is advisable for the son-in-law to act proactively: from the very first day, take an interest in the life of his dear mother and ask her advice. You can also introduce your beloved mother-in-law to a lonely work colleague.

Chatty wife

Sometimes a daughter can unknowingly provoke family conflicts by regularly telling her dear mother about all the problems with her husband. She shared and forgot, and mom, like Chip and Dale rolled into one, is already rushing to the rescue. The mother-in-law deals with her son-in-law, teaches the young people about life, tries to reconcile the children, but in the end remains guilty. It’s good if the daughter doesn’t say: “You’re interfering again. Who asked you?

But this does not mean that you cannot share anything with your mother. On the contrary, if you are confident that your mother can rationally, and not emotionally, assess the situation, give independent advice and not interfere in solving the problem, then it is better to ask her for advice: “What would you do? With what it can be connected?" At the same time, there is no need to shift responsibility onto the mother, so as not to blame her for anything later.

Mistress of the house

It’s not easy for a man living in the same apartment with his wife’s parents. He, like a real fighter, understands that he is on foreign territory and must live according to established laws. This does not increase self-confidence, so a man may have certain difficulties, for example, with making family decisions.

What will the censor-mother-in-law say? To prevent such a development of events, it is better for young people to immediately define their boundaries: explain to their parents that an eight-meter room is the territory in which the rules of their family apply. In turn, mother-in-law and father-in-law must understand that children have personal space and their own traditions. If, for example, a husband and wife like to have dinner together, you should not drag them to your table; it is better to start a tradition of family tea drinking after meals. Of course, with mother-in-law pancakes!

But if after work you want to relax for a couple of hours in your room, and your child walks around the apartment and asks his grandmother to play with him, you will not be able to avoid violating boundaries, recommendations and reproaches. Therefore, it is better to sacrifice something and, if possible, share an apartment. Still, an adult who no longer has many social contacts wants to feel important. And with the advent of grandchildren, the right to give advice appears.

Close girlfriends

It happens that a mother and daughter have a very close relationship. They go shopping together, chat for hours over a cup of coffee, and share secrets. If for any reason the “girlfriends” quarrel, then the guard is on guard - everyone suffers. For some time, mother and daughter do not communicate, although they are very worried about this. At a certain point, they realize that there are a lot of topics for conversation, which means it is necessary to conclude a truce and quickly wash everyone’s bones.

But how to take the first step? A great way is to make friends against someone, and this “someone” often becomes a son-in-law. The worried women begin to criticize him, thanks to which they establish contact and make peace. I note that men quickly get used to such conversations and regard them as annoying buzzing.

Of course, every relationship has its own scenario. We are talking about people of the same cultural level, with the same values, ready to understand and accept each other. Unfortunately, sons-in-law are different and not always good. But that's a completely different story.

P.S. It’s not without reason that pancakes are a symbol of the sun. They can melt the heart of even the sternest man. I know quite a few sons-in-law who are completely overwhelmed by their mother-in-law’s cooking.

Rip off your mother-in-law!

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FUCK YOUR MOTHER-IN-LAW!

I got married for the first time when I was twenty. My wife was a stupid, suspicious, but extremely fuckable girl who, before me, as it turned out later, slept with half the district and the vocational school where she studied. Why I got married then and I don’t know myself - I fell for some kind of scam, but, as they say, what’s done is done. For some time, about a year, we lived at her house with her stepfather and mother. I worked the night shift, came early in the morning and went to bed. My wife and her friend were hustling somewhere in the market during the day.

My mother-in-law Natalya was, unlike her daughter, a woman of amazing beauty: plump, but not fat, shaped like a guitar, with full, perfectly standing breasts of size 3-4, a pleasantly rounded strong butt, even rounded hips - in a word, she was attractive I am much more important than her daughter. By the way, my mother-in-law really liked me and modestly flirted with me: she would casually walk in front of me in her underwear and scream in surprise, as if not knowing that I was in the room at that moment, or throw a magazine or newspaper in a prominent place , which describes the story of a son-in-law having sex with his mother-in-law. I hadn't done anything yet, but gradually the excitement was building. Since my mother-in-law did not work, and I worked the night shift, we were often left alone with her during the day.

One day I woke up in the middle of the day, went out into the kitchen and saw: my mother-in-law in a nightgown sitting at the table and kneading her neck with her hands.

"What's happened?" I ask.

“Yes,” he says, his neck hurts. The doctor prescribed me a preventative massage, but I just can’t go for it.”

“So let me give you a massage, I tell you, I studied at a medical school to become a massage therapist and have a diploma.”

“Thank you, dear,” says the mother-in-law.

I started with the neck, then stretched my shoulders and arms. Then I tell her: “Sitting is not comfortable. Come on, I’ll give you a full massage.” We went into the room, she laid a sheet on the carpet and lay down on her stomach. I tell her: “You need to take off your clothes. How can I give you a massage through it?” She broke down, broke down, but she took off her shirt.

From then on I started massaging her daily. She began to get used to the hands. Then she got so used to it that she even started asking me to rub her back in the bathroom - well, that’s when I went all out: I washed her entire body, including her breasts and sensitive areas. At first she squealed and said that this was not good, but I convinced her to treat everything as medical procedures and this rationale apparently suited her))).

I had reached an extreme level of excitement - I couldn’t wait to plant her up to the tomatoes. Apparently she felt it.

And then one day I go out into the kitchen and my mother-in-law is crying. What, I ask, happened? “Yes, my husband has been on his nerves again all morning,” he says. I tell her: “Let’s go give you a massage.” And he already has a stake. The section began to massage her, and she became more and more flooded. He began to stroke her head, calm down, kiss... kissed her on the lips... she looked at me so strangely, but continued to cry... I started kissing her neck, shoulders, chest...

She told me: “Senechka, what are you doing.” I say: “Be quiet, fool, and relax.” I start kissing her stomach, thighs... then I spread her legs and suck her in!!! Out of surprise, she moved them so sharply that she almost broke my neck. I tell her: “Lie down, fool, don’t twitch! I love you!". I bite her clitoris, her lips and use my tongue there. And she was already dripping wet, pressing my head to her pubis and moaning. I tore off my panties and rushed at her. She told me: “Senechka, don’t!... God, he’s so huge!” I went completely wild here: I slapped her in the face, she grabbed her face with her hands, I jerked her legs apart and planted her. Although there was a lot of lubrication, the penis entered with a dry crunch and not entirely... I quickly came inside her too. Then he forced her to suck my dick in a 69 position. Soon he stood up again. I put her in doggy style and, slapping her on the ass, I fucked her one more time. Then we went to wash. In the shower, she began to suck me herself, moaning and lustfully looking up at me. I picked her up by the ass. He leaned his back against the wall. And so he tore her in the bathroom, inserting a finger into her anus.

We washed and had lunch. The mother-in-law cleared the dishes from the table. She began to wipe it with a rag. The sight of the mother-in-law bending over from behind was stunning. I decided to try her ass. He put his hand between her legs. He stroked the wet lips. He moistened his fingers in the lubricant that had begun to ooze and began to stroke her anus, carefully inserting one or two fingers there onto the phalanx. The mother-in-law tried to straighten up: “What do you want, Senechka?” I pinned her down to the table with one hand. The beast in me woke up again. I started hitting her on the butt with the palm of my other hand, periodically hitting her thighs and labia. The mother-in-law tried to escape: “It hurts me!” I don’t want that!” “Stop, bitch!” I growled and grabbed the belt hanging on the chair. He twisted both her hands behind her back and began to spank her: “So you don’t want to? Is it possible to tease me for so long? It's payback time, whore!

I dropped the belt and began to caress her thighs and vagina with my palm. With the next slap on the labia, she cums violently and somehow immediately goes limp and relaxed. I enter her from behind, lubricate my penis with lubricant with a few progressive movements and attach it to the small hole of the anus. I push a little until the head of the penis enters the anus and then, with a sharp movement, I insert the entire length of the penis. Apparently it was painful, because the mother-in-law screamed loudly, choked and cried, biting her hand. To distract her from the pain, I grabbed her hair with one hand and her ass with the other and began to firmly push her ass onto my penis, either removing it almost completely, or inserting it to its full length. My tired member was stiff from the unusual sensations, but the orgasm still didn’t come, so I fucked my mother-in-law for about half an hour, moving from one hole to another.

Then he put her back on the table and tore her in this position, slapping her breasts and cheeks.

In the end (having already finished eight times) my mother-in-law reached the point of frenzy: she began to suck my fingers, kissed me passionately, caressed her breasts, twisting her nipples, shouting to me: “Yes, yes, come on, fuck me whore!” Finally, I returned her to her original doggy position, put my dick against her ass and pulled her head back by her hair. In the mirror hanging on the wall, the face of the mother-in-law was reflected - the satisfied face of a well-fucked female. She licked her lips, covered with dry lubricant, carnivorously and rolled her eyes. This picture excited me so much that when I entered her ass I immediately came. And she wriggled on the throbbing penis for a long time, as if she was trying to absorb every drop of it.