The moment the door clicks shut, I know this drunk slut of a mother-in-law is mine for the taking. She’s sprawled across the couch, her skirt hiked up to reveal thick, pale thighs glistening with sweat. Her head lolls back, mouth slightly open, and I can smell the cheap booze on her breath mixed with her own musky scent. I unbuckle my belt, letting it clink against the floor, and she stirs, blinking lazily. ‘What are you doing?’ she slurs, but there’s no real protest in her voice. I grab her ankle, spreading her legs wide, and she moans, arching her back like a bitch in heat. Her panties are soaked through, a dark patch of wanton desire. I rip them aside, not bothering to take them off, and shove my cock deep into her cunt. She screams—a guttural, drunken cry—and her nails dig into the couch cushions. I fuck her like the filthy whore she is, each thrust making her tits bounce obscenely. Her eyes roll back, and she babbles nonsense, lost in a haze of alcohol and raw lust. I pull her hair, forcing her to look at me, and she licks her lips, inviting more. This is what she wanted, what she’s always wanted—to be taken by her daughter’s man, to be used like a common slut.
I flip her over, face down on the floor, her ass up in the air like a presenting animal. Her pussy is dripping, a river of her own shame. I slide inside her again, this time deeper, hitting that spot that makes her howl. She’s sopping wet, her juices coating my cock as I pound into her without mercy. Her moans turn into sobs, but she’s grinding back against me, begging for more. I slap her ass, leaving red handprints on her pale skin, and she cries out, ‘Yes, yes, fuck me!’ The sound of our bodies slapping together fills the room, a wet, obscene rhythm. I can feel her tightening around me, her orgasm building, and I speed up, driving into her like a beast. She comes with a scream, her whole body trembling, and I follow, shooting my load deep inside her, filling her cunt with my seed. She collapses, spent, her breath ragged. I pull out, watching my cum leak from her gaping hole, and she doesn’t move, just lies there, a used, drunken mess.
I leave her on the floor, her makeup smeared, her dress bunched around her waist. Later, she’ll wake up with a hangover and the taste of my cock in her mouth, but for now, she’s just a discarded toy. I light a cigarette, watching the smoke curl in the dim light. She stirs, muttering something about her daughter, but I ignore her. She’s nothing but a warm hole, a piece of meat that I’ve claimed. When she finally crawls to the bathroom, I hear her retching, and I smile. This is our little secret, the filthy bond between a mother-in-law and her son-in-law. She’ll come back for more, because she’s addicted, a drunk slut who can’t resist the beast inside me. And I’ll be waiting, ready to explode inside her again and again, until there’s nothing left but raw, animalistic need.
