My mother-in-law Mabel

Chapter 1

"She broke up with you?" My mother-in-law Mabel asked me, bewildered.

"Yes."

“You know, Mabel, what makes me so sad? I even let her sleep with Jason, my best friend.”

“Tell me.”

“I don’t remember exactly how it started, if my wife initiated it or if I suggested spicing things up. I do remember that my gut feeling warned me, but I ignored it. I normally invited him over for Saturday night, and as usual, after having a couple of beers, my wife always insisted on him staying the night because of the drinking.”

“Did he drink a lot?” Mabel asked.

“Not really, perhaps one, maybe two beers, the entire evening. I always thought my wife was over-cautious with DUIs because normally he would drink Coke Zero. But she insisted, and I knew better than to argue against it.“

“Plus, the evenings together were very short, both of them always tired real quick and retreating to their respective bedrooms. I was quite the opposite, and she always made sure I had enough hard liquor. Most of the time, I would crash out and fall asleep on the living room couch until noon.“

“So, Jason spent a lot of weekends at your place?”

“Well, he was already spending one or two weekends a month at our place as we were still engaged, but after our honeymoon, it changed, and he was always there at the weekends.”

“Did it influence your relationship?”

“Not really. The only effect was that my wife was always tired the next day, and it often appeared as if she had run a marathon. I once observed her having troubles walking around at breakfast, and as I asked her about it, she said something like, "It is lovely to be well done for on Sundays.”

“I just didn’t understand what she meant with that, but the fact is, she couldn’t even properly sit down and always needed an extra pillow for her seat at Sunday breakfast.”

“Oh, by the way, this issue also happened during our honeymoon, but not one day a week; it was more a permanent thing, having troubles each morning.”

“Where did you guys spend your honeymoon?”

“Well, Jason suggested a Caribbean cruise, and my wife loved the idea right away. So, we did.”

“Let me guess," my mother-in-law replied. “Jason was on board as well?”

“Yes!” I almost shouted, surprised how she'd know that.

“Did you do a lot of activities together on board?”

“Well, mainly me alone. Your daughter was often seasick and wanted to stay most of the time in our cabin. She emphasised that she didn’t want me to see her puke in the bucket and she always wanted to clean up and air the room before I would come back, so we made the rule that I would call her 30 minutes before returning.”

“That’s so sweet of you!” Mabel chuckled. “Did you have good cell reception at sea?”

“Yes and no. Many times, there was a lot of background noise. Sometimes the same connection frequency was used by other people too, because I could hear a man saying things.”

“What noises did you hear?”

“All kinds. I worried a little bit about it in the beginning, hearing noises such as my wife moaning, she being so ill, for example. Or sometimes her little pain cries. But I quickly realised that the cries were simply a poor connection; we had the entire time weak cellular coverage and technical distortions.”

“Sometimes, a call was simply lost. Not that she would hang up on me, but the call was simply lost. And when I tried to reach her again, she wouldn’t pick up, so I guess she didn’t receive some of my incoming calls.”

“I guess she had other things incoming.” She replied, grinning at me.

“Maybe, but this would normally only happen after she screamed, so perhaps she couldn’t hear me at all? I can truly imagine her screaming; if she couldn't hear me, she must have thought I couldn't hear her either. " Steven added.

“So, then you waited a bit more before joining her?”

“Yes. Perhaps an hour or so. But sometimes I even went to dinner alone, because I couldn’t reach her, and I wanted to stick to our agreement.”

“That’s so considerate of you.” Mabel praised me.

“And after your honeymoon?”

“Well, the cruise had been expensive, so I really needed extra cash to pay off those credit cards. My wife suggested I take a second job on Saturdays.”

“And did you leave your young bride all alone the entire Saturday?”

“I had no choice, so yes, I did.”

“Anything special happening on Saturdays besides working?”

“Not really, but for the neighbourhood complaints about a parked car, which I did not understand, because I used our car on Saturdays.”

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Chapter 2

"But Lola wasn’t seasick the whole time, right?” My mother-in-law asked me, still very surprised that her daughter had ended her relationship with me.

“No, thank God she wasn’t. She also went on three single-day trips without me.”

“Why alone?” Mabel asked.

“It was three days in a row; on these days I felt so weird, so sleepy, as if I had been drugged or something. It must have been the fish I ate. So, I preferred staying in our cabin, but she did send me selfies the whole time.”

“Can I see them?” Mabel asked.

“Sure, here, have a look," and handed her my cell. 

"That's a very nice picture, Steven.” Mabel said, looking at the first sexy photo. She saw her daughter posing to a camara, in a purple bodice, but her tits were out and she was lowering her transparent panties.

“Yes, I think so too; she is very good at taking selfies.”

Mabel grinned at me, saying, “Sure, selfies.”

“She is good at it, isn’t she?”

“Do you have more of them?” My mother-in-law asked, giving me a smirking smile.

“Yes, just flip through them.”

“Oh my!” Mabel gave out a surprised cry, seeing the next slutty "selfie."

“And you are sure you didn’t take these shots?” She snickered as she saw more of them.

“No, they are all selfies Lola sent me.”

“Well, I can only say somebody did a good job, Steven.”

“Yes, I think so too.”

“Is she always topless in them?”

“No, some are nude. Since she is your daughter, I can show them to you. But let's just keep this between us.” And showed her some pretty pictures, which Lola took exclusively for me, as she had said.

“Very nice.” Mabel replied, flipping through them, and smiled. “A bit slutty though, don’t you think?”

“Maybe. But she did it for me.”

“I am sure she did, honey.”

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Chapter 3

My mother-in-law kept scrolling through my photos, fascinated.

“This is a nice photo.” And she turned my cell towards me. “Is that some kind of party at your place?”

I looked at the photo and recognized my wife Lola in the long sexy red dress she wore at Jason’s Xmas party.

“No, that was the night of celebrating Xmas at Jason’s. He even had hung up a mistletoe.”

“Is that why Lola is looking at you before she kisses him?” Mabel asked, grinning.

“Yes, she looked at me and asked if it was OK for her to neck a little with my best friend.”

“And you said yes?”

“Well, it was just a bit of harmless fun, you know.”

“I don’t see any other guests?

“We were a bit early. But not much later lots of people showed up. In my opinion, he had invited too many, or he didn’t expect all of them to show up. He suddenly had his hands full but my wife offered him to help him out.”

“So, she was kinda gone for the first part of the evening?” Mabel asked.

“Yes, perhaps like two hours?”

“Yes, they must have been really busy.” My mother-in-law smiled at me. “Really busy.”

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Chapter 4

"What are these two red stains on your wife's neck?“ "My mother-in-law asked as she kept flipping through the photos on my cell. “Are those hickeys?”

"Oh, those. No, they look like hickeys, but Lola explained to me that on those jungle excursions some kind of bug landed on her neck. But don’t you worry, it is nothing serious; she says she visited a doctor and he said that in two weeks she would be as good as new.”

“Poor girl.” My mother-in-law smiled at me.

“Yes, Lola was unlucky; she had more bites on other parts of her body as well.”

“Let me guess, on her breasts and on her thighs.”

“Yes! How did you know?”

“Just guessing, dear. Just guessing.”

“How many bites did the doctor find?”

“Well, the bug must have gotten stuck inside her clothes; she had several bites on both her breasts and two on each thigh.”

“Quite a busy bug, don’t you think so, Steven?”

“Yes. Poor Lola.

“To me it looks as if the bug sucked a little bit on Lola before biting. What do you think?”

“I am no doctor, you know?” Steven replied.

“Oh!” Mabel almost shouted, “This photo is very sexual!” and she showed me the picture.

 “I know. Lola wanted to cheer me up with a sexual photo of her past.”

“I see. Nice haircut though, just like the one she has now.”

“Probably coincidence?”

“Sure. Like you say, pure coincidence.”

“But that is not your cock, right?” Mabel dug deeper. “I mean, it is huge, and she can barely close her lips around it?

“It is a very old photo," Lola explained to me.

“What do you think? Is that cock 10 inches?”

“I think so.”

“It is beautiful, don’t you think?”

“Probably.”

“Look at the size of it. It will probably knock her up with the first fuck, don’t you think so?”

“I don’t know.”

“And yours?”

“Not that big. Can we change the subject?”

“Not yet, Steven, if you want me to win your wifey back."

“Will you help me?”

“Of course, Steven! So, tell me more; I need to convince her to come back to you. How big is your dick?”

“I haven’t measured it.”

“OK, let’s measure it now. I can make you hard if you want me to. Go get some tape.”

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Chapter 5

I was about to stand up to get the measuring tape as my mother-in-law Mabel excitedly shouted my name, keeping me there.

“Oh Steven! I found some other photos of your wife!” Mabel shouted.

She showed me the first one, saying, ”Look at her face; she's trying to ride that beautiful cock like a cowgirl, leaning against his big chest, but you can clearly see she is having troubles getting it inside her cunt. You can see her concentration and her effort accepting that large rod as he penetrates her tight opening."

I looked, trying to understand what Mabel just had said.

“You see her clenched teeth? That's how big he is. It might have been the biggest cock she had ever had inside her; don’t you think so too?”

“Maybe.”

“Well, if she succeeded, right? These are all old photos, you say?” Mabel snickered.

“Yes.”

“Oh, and your wife has her eyes half closed. That's so sexy!”

“You think so?”

“Oh yes, Steven! She is enjoying the spreading of her married cunt lips, and her half-closed eyes betray her, showing the true lust she is experiencing. If she is successful in giving this beautiful cock a warm moist welcome, she will be filled like never before.”

“Those are old photos; she wasn’t married to me.”

“Sure, Steven. Sure.” My mother-in-law replied and chuckled.

“But you agree with me that the photo is very erotic? I mean, she is looking straight at us, right? Perfect selfie, Steven. As if she wants to tell us something.”

“Yes.”

“Oh, here is another one. She has changed position and is not lying with her back on his chest anymore but sitting upright on his large phallus. She decided to take control for the initial penetration.” Mabel showed me a second photo.

“Now as you can see, your love of your life has her eyes completely closed as she slowly impales herself on that big, fat cock. Having her eyes closed has double benefits; your wife can enjoy more the superb friction her pussy is undergoing and the sweet sensation of being well filled with a hot, throbbing piece of meat. The second advantage is that she is not being distracted by her environment, thus having a better chance to get that big hard cock completely inside her sweet cheating pussy.”

“And look,” Mabel added, “she is in complete control ...