He opened the door and stepped in, closing it behind him. "Do you need anything?" Again silence. Time quickly allowed him to get used to the shadowy darkness of the large room. Paul saw the inert form laying near the edge of the queen-sized bed. His mother-in-law. Outside the door, he could hear the party, still loud after eight hours, and which promised to continue for several more. It was obvious to the man that his wife's mother was totally inebriated. Drunk! Not the first time, either.

Earlier that evening, she had verbally assaulted everyone at the party, as usual sounding like the high-holy bitch she was. Sometimes she was the perfect mother-in-law, polite, considerate, and other times she was Paul's worst nightmare. Tonight was one of those times. Her husband had stormed out about three hours ago, disgusted and furious at the abuse his own wife was laying upon him. He was her fourth husband - she kept scaring them away. She was indeed the "wicked mother-in-law"!

Paul was too nice for the family he had wed into. Julia, his mother-in-law, was very hard to get along with, so much so that he only saw her about once a year. And even his wife, the daughter, only came over four to five times a year. Perhaps he should be mad at the woman, and he may have been, but by nature he didn't show his feelings.

First he checked to see if she were still breathing. He stood next to her limp form, looking upon her face radiated by the streetlight coming through the window. He could see her eyes moving behind the lids, and it gave him an eerie feeling, as if she were still awake. Not for the first time did he notice that she was still very attractive. A woman who looked good even at forty-five, the classy dress and high-heel kind of "lady". Yet this time, his view was unhindered by anyone or anything. He studied the shape of her jaw, the curve of her lower lip, her round chin, high cheekbones. Paul's gaze slowly rolled down her body to the pronouncement of her breasts, the tiny swell of her stomach, wide hips, and shapely thighs. Julia was dressed to kill, trying to impress her guests. If not for her mouth she would perhaps be the perfect hostess.

Kicking himself out of his trance he swung around to collect a blanket from the closet. He opened it and held it in two hands to drape it over the bottom of the bed. Paul slowly pulled it up her still body. Only when it was just about at her shoulders did he pause.

Julia's tongue had slid out of her mouth and moistened her full lips. That little motion caused her son-in-law to stare again at her beauty. He let the blanket go, effectively covering her to her chin. Then he sat down next to her hip. Once at his wedding, Julia was drunk and had grabbed a piece of his buttock while dancing, telling him that if her daughter didn't know how to "fuck" then she would show him how it was done. It was a very embarrassing moment - several people saw, and even a few heard her. Another time, while dating his future wife, his mother-in- law had kissed him goodbye when no-one else had been in the room. Her pointed tongue had driven into his mouth, while her crotch was grinding against his, producing an embarrassing effect. Again she had been drinking. Those moments and others went through his head as he sat there and looked upon her silent beauty.

Slowly and very cautiously he placed his hand upon her face. It cupped one side, his thumb against her pouting lips, index finger on her closed eye.

Julia didn't move.

Paul again breathed. He had held his breath, nervous at what he was doing. What was he doing? Even he didn't know.

The thumb moved over her red lips, moving them slightly, feeling the moistness that they hid. His other hand came up and whipped her long hair from her forehead and eyes, letting the light show all her pretty features. The thumb worked itself just between her lips to her very white teeth. His free hand rubbed the other side of her face down to her neck, feeling the strong smooth skin and the heartbeat just next to the windpipe.

He marvelled at her comatose state, thankful that she would never know he was doing this. Paul bent forward and placed his lips against the older woman's. His tongue slid past her lips and his thumb to slide against hers. He could taste the stale alcohol and cigarettes, ignoring them. He finally recognized the primal urge to dominate this woman, to fuck her mercilessly. It was a foreign emotion to the usually docile man.

Paul sat up and took his hands from her, looking down at her beauty, knowing that he wanted to control this woman, to show her who was the "man". He ripped the blanket down from her neck to about her waist, again exposing her. Both his hands dropped to the raised mounds of her covered breasts. They were not large boobs, nor were they overly small, but he considered them just right. None too gently he moulded them, feeling the texture and elasticity of the fleshy globes. The young man again took his hands from her flesh, but grasped the edges of her expensive blouse and ripped it from her chest. Buttons flew, the fabric tore, but her bra-covered breasts were revealed. Yet that wasn't enough for Paul. He quickly and expertly maneuvered her arms from the sleeves before throwing the now-useless fabric to the corner floor. The bra was next - it was a strapless type, which he viciously pulled down to completely expose her full round breasts and nipples. The bra was soon thrown with the discarded blouse upon the floor.

The nipples were an inch wide, a dark brown colour, and soft. Paul pinched one between thumb and forefinger. Roughly he twisted them, watching her face for a reaction, wanting her to feel the pain of his attack. It was obvious she didn't feel anything, so he grasped the other in a similar grip. He turned them back and forth like knobs on a radio. Yet she didn't even groan out with pain. The only respite the man had was her eyes moved more rapidly behind her closed lids - that, and both nipples hardened beneath his rough touch.

This form of domination soon lost its flavour and he replaced one hand with his lips, sucking the hard poking nipple with his mouth, the tongue flicking the summit back and forth. He could taste the salt of her skin, the old perfume, and even the smoke from the party.

Paul wanted more, wanted her to suffer for the humiliation that she had caused him. He ripped the blanket from the lower half of her body. He turned her on her side to undo the buttons of her skirt. It was a loose expensive fabric, tough and resilient, and quickly frustrated the young man. Turning her on her stomach he pulled the skirt down her long legs. Now the only thing his mother-in-law wore were her panties. Plain cotton white panties. Paul loved them, the way they hugged her bottom, how it highlighted her hips, showed the crack of her bottom.

He hated her. Paul realized his own wife, Julia's daughter, was not this pretty. Sure she was younger, but the mother was better put together. Maybe he should have taken the slut up on one of her offers, instead of sitting here fondling her comatose naked body. With a growl of disgust at himself he pulled her panties down past her hips before placing them in his sports jacket pocket. Those he would save for later.

Smartly his hand smacked her bottom, enjoying the delightful wiggle that he produced, and also the rapid reddening of her skin, that was bright enough to even see in the dim light. Roughly he rolled her onto he back. A large thatch of sexual down covered her crotch. He sighed uncontrollably as his hand ran through the thick hairs. Already her heavy sex smell drifted up to his nostrils.

That was the moment that he wanted more than just to humiliate her. Paul wanted to fuck her. To him that would more than prove to himself he was a "man". He spread her legs far apart before kneeling down between them to place his face very close to her crotch.

A slight glistening crack of pinkness could be seen between the thick bush. He realized she trimmed her pussy, along the edges and also shortened it around the crack. A perfect sculpture which he wanted to kiss.

-Julia-

The first sensation that the experienced woman had was of pain. Her nipples hurt viciously. She was face down, her mouth and nose pressed into a pillow almost cutting off her supply of oxygen. A hand was roughly fondling her bottom. It pulled apart the cheeks and even traced the length of her crack with a finger. Another hand ran up and down her back, exploring and touching every inch of her backside. Down the back of her legs to her calf, the same hand seemed determined to touch every inch of her still body.

When Julia finally decided to reveal her awakened state, the unknown person roughly rolled her onto her back. She stilled, patient and interested in this little "game".

Her legs were quickly and unceremoniously spread, the cool air hitting her slightly damp vagina. The woman stilled a shiver as a finger traced the soft wet inner folds that stuck through the outer vaginal lips. The person above her was then doing something with "his" clothes, taking them of,f evidently.

Julia could not hold back the sigh as a damp tongue licked the length of her cunt. Her second of weakness caused the other person to still, perhaps waiting and watching her for proof of her drunken state. Soon the tongue again applied itself to her sex, not to please her, more for the pleasure of just exploring the crevice hidden between her legs. A finger slid slowly but not gently into her sexual hole, causing another moan of pleasure to escape her lips. It took a large amount of effort to keep still during these moments. The finger wiggled around deep inside her, feeling everywhere.

The woman tried to remember what she had been doing this evening. The sounds of the party were still very loud, yet individual voices could not be distinguished. Julia wondered if the person between her legs was her husband, yet quickly dismissed that thought with the hazy image of him storming out of the house. Beside, she thought, he never fucked her when he drank - liquor seemed to soften his dick. So who could this person be? It excited her just from the mysterious nature of this meeting.

Two fingers were now fucking her with a regular and even exciting motion. It was almost like the person fingering her didn't care if she got excited or not. He was only using her for his own inquisitiveness. She could feel the person move his body so the obvious male hardness pressed into her leg. The man stroked himself along her smooth skin. The situation was damn kinky and Julia loved it.

All to suddenly the attention changed, and the man disengaged himself from her. Julia knew what was about to happen! The man knelt between her legs and then suddenly lunged forward, his cock sinking deeply into her. A small scream escaped her lips. Partially from the pleasure of being entered, and from the pain of her barely-wet cunt hole being rudely invaded. She felt his balls hit her buttocks below her vagina.

Unable to hold back any longer, Julia lifted and spread her legs, enabling the penis inside her greater penetration. She locked her ankles together above her assailant. Her hands came up and held onto the man's neck and shoulders. Only a part of her told her to keep her eyelids closed while still pretending a unconscious state.

The man grunted with his own bestial pleasure, then began to viciously drive in and out of her. At first the intrusion was more than a little painful. But very soon Julia's juices flowed and enabled her more enjoyment. It was more the idea of being fucked by this unknown man more than the fuck itself that Julia enjoyed. Hell, the person above her didn't seem to care if she enjoyed herself or not. He was just using her for a fuck toy.

The bed below her was rocking and shaking with the strength of this man's force. She could not control herself and began to drive her pelvis upwards, meeting his downthrusts. It was a champion screw, one that reminded her of her teenage years living in the sixties. The best lover she had ever met was also an unknown person, during the age of "free love".

Just when Julia was about to finally reach that pinnacle of sexual pleasure, an orgasm, the man pulled his still rock-hard cock out of her. She felt and heard him quickly crawl up her body, straddling her chest. The middle-aged woman forced herself still, knowing that to reveal her awakened state would ruin this moment. The man roughly squeezed her breasts together and began to fuck the crevice between them with his pussy juice-coated cock. He pinched her nipples roughly, using them to pull the breasts together, causing her a large amount of pain. The man obviously was getting closer to his own orgasm, just from the sounds he was making.

He let go of her breasts only for a moment to rub his slippery cock along the curves of her face and her moistened lips. Unable to control herself she speared out her tongue to lick her own juices from her lips and the head of the cock above her.

The man laughed maliciously, then choked out, "I'm going to cum in your face, mother!"

It was Paul, her daughter's husband! Julia felt the blood in her veins freeze, just as he again pumped between her large fleshy breasts. By the sounds of it, he would soon gain the orgasm that he had worked so hard to achieve, and right onto her face and chest.

Julia pictured her daughter and the man above her at the party earlier. Nothing was any different than ever before. Why was he doing this to her? She could barely remember the times when she had flirted with him - did he take her seriously? It was very obvious that he had!

The first shot of sperm surprised Julia, hitting her cheekbone and down to the edge of her lips. Paul above her froze as his cock jerked in orgasm again and again. The middle-aged woman was coated in her son-in-law's cum. It left a milky-white coating on one side of her face, into the crack between her lips, dripping down her neck, and between the crevice of her breasts. It lasted forever, reminding her of her sin.

Paul immediately stood and began to hurriedly dress - it took only seconds. Julia heard and felt him sit next to her still body. His hand came to her face and rubbed the sticky sperm into her skin. He opened her lips with his hand then stuck his fingers into her mouth, one at a time, using her teeth and the inside edge of her lips to clean off the cum from his finger, leaving her with a mouth full of salty sperm.

Julia was very still, wanting him to still think her drunk senseless. Yet even without moving the sperm had a strong, almost guilty taste in her mouth. She doubted if she would ever get rid of the taste. Only after he pulled his fingers from her mouth did she swallow the mouthful, thankful that she didn't choke. Her son-in-law again stuck a finger into her wet flowered open vagina, twisting it around and wiggling the tip constantly. Then he withdrew it to press it to her bottom hole, the back passage being so close to the well-fucked cunt that she was coated in slippery juices and his digit entered easily. Again he wasn't gentle.

Only after his finger was seated deep inside her rectum did he bend down and kiss her sticky lips, his tongue forcing itself into her mouth, tasting the mingled juices there. He spoke into her face, still thinking her drunk. "Maybe next time you get drunk I'll fuck you again, Julia!" He said it so confidently that she didn't doubt him one bit. It was a side of her son-in-law that she had never seen before.

Paul hastily stood and exited the sex-smelling room, leaving Julia laying spread upon the bed. She waited long after the door closed just to be sure of his exit. After perhaps ten minutes she turned onto her side and began to cry. Julia felt guilty for what she had done, sorry for her daughter, yet even while she cried her hand slid between her sweaty thighs to cup her sex. A finger began to agitate her clitoris, causing a sigh of delight to escape between sobs.

Perhaps Julia felt more guilty, not for her daughter, but for what she was feeling right at that moment!

The End