I never liked him. I never liked Ethan. I don’t know, maybe it was my mother-in-law instinct or just my sixth sense. But who said Emily listened to me? I was the annoying mother, the nagger, as she threw in my face.
“Stop being jealous, Susan! Don’t get involved!”
She always called me by my name when she was pissed off with me. Even more so after she became a nuisance, thinking she was the boss of her own life.
“Daughter, take care of yourself, at least try not to get yourself into trouble.”
“Are you afraid I’ll get pregnant? Afraid they’ll call you Grandma?”
At least that didn’t happen, at least there was some sense in my daughter’s little head. I don’t know how, but one day I rummaged through the drawers in her room and found a pack of the famous pills, thank goodness.
But knowing the girl was fucking with her high school boyfriend wasn’t exactly what put my mind at ease. Imagine if, in my day, my dad had dreamed that I was fucking with one of my boyfriends!
Those were different times, that’s for sure. Although I was relieved to know that the problem had been solved, I still felt extremely worried, wondering what would become of her if she got involved with dangerous people. Even more so today, especially after seeing a report on a news site.
“Emily, I want to know who you’re hanging out with, girl!”
“Oh, give me a break, Susan! Stop bothering me!”
“Emily! Don’t talk to me like that. I have a right to know, I’m your mother!”
She laughed in my face, mocking, amused by my zealous maternal behavior.
“What? What are you afraid of? Stop watching me, it’s annoying!”
“Who are you hanging out with? I want to know who your friends are.”
“You’re ridiculous, that’s what you are! Go find a man, a man who satisfies you, and leave me alone. Forget me!”
She stormed out, slamming the door behind her, and we didn’t speak for a long time. I searched her room again. Screw other people’s privacy, even my daughter’s. What matters is knowing what this brat is getting herself into.
Fortunately, I didn’t find anything. At least one thing was certain, my Emily was more mature than I was at eighteen.
That made me feel relieved and proud at the same time; at least I was good at something. Even though she despised me more and more for separating her from Robert. I was to blame for the breakup, but what she never knew was that her father’s “little angel” always cheated on me, and my reputation as an idiot only grew. Everyone treated me like a cockquean.
Emily never knew anything, she still doesn’t know to this day. Robert was the girl’s hero. She always praised her father, especially after he moved to New Mexico for work.
At least that’s what the scoundrel told us, but I suspect he doesn’t even live there. My sixth sense tells me that the con man lives somewhere else. Probably with another family. Anything to avoid having to take care of his only legitimate daughter.
He paid a pittance in child support until she turned 18. And that’s because it was deducted from his salary. If it weren’t, I don’t know if he would have bothered.
And then it happened, one day, out of nowhere, Emily showed up with her new boyfriend. She had just graduated with a degree in architecture and was in love with the guy she met on a trip to Florida. He was just like her father, can you believe it? Especially in his mannerisms and seductive style, just like Robert.
Friendly, sensual and crazy about good looks, from a wealthy family, with that athletic physique that charms girls. Just like her father, just to provoke me, just to make me nervous.
“My daughter, get married? You’ve just met. Why make a such a serious commitment?”
“Ethan says he can’t live without me anymore. What can I do if he’s so intense? I don’t know anyone like him, no one.”
“Me neither. I don’t know if anyone like that exists. It’s too good to be true.”
“You don’t know, hah! You lived with someone who would have licked your feet if he could, and you complain about life.”
I was going to tell her everything, reveal everything about her father’s reputation as a womanizer, but then I realized it wouldn’t do any good. It would only make Emily angry at me.
“Life isn’t like that, Emily. It’s not the bed of roses you imagine, especially in marriage. Go live your life, enjoy yourself, and then you can think about it more calmly.”
“No! I can’t, Ethan already said that if I don’t agree, he’ll go his own way.”
“Then let him go, what’s the problem?”
And I’m crazy! Letting Ethan go, with a bunch of girls interested in a guy like him, and I just let him go? Only you, Susan. No wonder Dad ended up leaving you.
It didn’t help, no matter how much I talked, advised, and even fought with Emily, they got married four months later.
The ceremony was beautiful, the church, the decorations, the bride and groom looked gorgeous. It reminded me of my wedding. Emily was ecstatic; she looked like a fairy tale princess. And the groom, despite my dislike for him, looked like a lord in that English-style coat.
After the party, the newlyweds traveled to Aspen, Colorado. When they returned two weeks later, I heard such an intimate confession from my daughter for the first time. It was a surprise and had its charm. After all, she did trust me for something.
“Jesus! I don’t know if I can handle this. I didn’t know he was like that.”
“Like what?”
“Oh, he takes my breath away. He never stops, he just never stops wanting… you know!”
“And you didn’t know?”
“But he was never like this before. Priapic.”
“Where did you learn that word?”
“Oh, I looked it up. And I found out that there are men like that, it’s like a disease.”
“It’s the beginning of marriage, it’s like that at first. Then things settle down.”
“I don’t know. I hope so, because otherwise I don’t know what will become of me.”
“Every day?”
“If I’m not careful, two or three times a day. My husband is a pervert, Mom.”
It wasn’t every day that Emily called me that, nor could I remember the last time she had called me mom. It was a pleasant surprise, I liked it.
***
A few weeks later, I needed to go to their house, but I forgot to let them know I was coming. I was halfway there and decided to drop by. You know those things that happen and you don’t know why? Well, that’s how it was.
I arrived by surprise, rang the intercom, and nothing. No one answered. I thought no one was home until a female voice, in a tone I found petulant, answered me.
“Hi!”
“Hello! Emily?”
“She’s not here, she’s out. Who’s talking?”
Honestly, I didn’t know whose voice it was. It sounded so young, a little nervous, scared.
“It’s Susan, Emily’s mom.”
“Oh!”
And so it went on for almost a minute. I stood at the door of the house, under the scorching sun, until finally the figure decided to react. There was a loud click, like a cicada, and the door opened.
“Come in.”
I thought about refusing, but the heat and thirst spoke louder, and I decided to meet this person who was in my daughter’s house and I didn’t even know who it could be.
I was introduced to a beautiful brunette in her twenties, wearing a typical maid’s uniform.
“Mrs. Susan, what a surprise!”
My son-in-law welcomed me effusively as never before, all smiles, friendly, full of compliments about my earrings and my short printed dress. It was hellishly hot that day in San Jose.
“This is Vanessa, our new maid. When did you start?”
“This week.”
She replied, and we greeted each other with our eyes, both sizing each other up, trying to figure out who the other was. The young woman was pretty and had an air of an easy woman, with her big butt and perfect breasts. I never liked women like that. An air of prostitution, exuding sex from every pore.
I don’t know how Emily agreed to hire a girl like that, especially leaving the girl alone with her nymphomaniac husband in the same house.
“Would you like some coffee or a cop of water?”
“Water, cold, if possible.”
The young woman swayed her hips as she walked toward the kitchen, and I saw Ethan look at her in that way that men who can’t control themselves look. I immediately realized there was something there. He tried to cover it up by changing the subject, talking about the house, about Emily.
“Well, where is she? I thought she was here. Silly, I didn’t even call.”
“Yeah, that’s too bad. Emy had to go to the office. Looks like it’s an urgent meeting.”
“Will she be long?”
He shook his head as he looked at my tanned legs, which is what happens when you go to the Country Club every weekend.
“I don’t know, it usually takes a while, but she didn’t tell me anything.”
“And what are you doing at home at this hour? Shouldn’t you be working?”
“I am.”
“Really?”
“Remotely. When they need something, I take care of it from home. But today everything is quiet. Every now and then, I check my laptop.”
“Ah! I see, I understand.”
“Excuse me.”
It was the girl who brought me the glass of water. While I was drinking, Ethan got up to check if he had any messages.
The girl and I stood there, sizing each other up in the living room.
“So, you started here this week?”
“Monday. It’s my first job.”
“You’ve never worked as a housekeeper before?”
She let out a mocking laugh, which made me even more suspicious of what was going on there. My blood boiled, but I restrained myself from fighting. After all, it was just my instinct telling me that they were making my Emily look like a fool. She had barely gotten married and her husband was already cheating on her with the maid.
“No, ma’am, it’s not like that at all.”
The image of them having sex on the floor, on Emily’s mattress, flashed through my mind. I saw that she was sweating, a discreet glisten on her forehead and neck, even though the air conditioning was on, which made the living room more than pleasant.
“What do you mean? I don’t understand.”
She laughed again, cleared her throat, trying to hide it. I pretended not to notice, thinking it best not to pry, at least for now.
I got up and walked around the room, trying to see if I could find anything strange, out of place.
“What time are you leaving?”
She frowned, not expecting my question.
“What time? In about two hours.”
She glanced at the clock on the wall.
“Oh. Then you can go. You can go, and I’ll stay with your employer. I’ll have to wait for Emily anyway.”
“But, but… Mr. Ethan won’t like that.”
She said this while looking around the room and even stood on tiptoe for a moment. I could see that the girl was uncomfortable, maybe even a little frustrated. This reinforced my certainty that something was wrong.
We looked at each other again, exchanging the kind of information that women know how to exchange when they want to challenge each other. The cheeky little bitch held my gaze, and I was sure that my idiot son-in-law was fucking with the girl in the house they had just rented. One week and he was already having sex with a bitch younger than Emy.
If I could, I would have wiped that cheeky smile off her face with a slap, but I had no proof. No proof, just my instinct as a woman, as a mother.
“Go, go. Don’t worry, I’ll talk to him.”
She wanted to respond, but gave up at the last second. She realized it would be worse, much worse for her if I decided to tell her employer.
“All right, then. Talk to him. But tell him it was you who let me go. Mr. Ethan doesn’t like not being informed.”
“Of course I’ll tell him. You can go, I’ll say it was me who let you go.”
She didn’t like it, but she left, turning her back with the tray in her hand and swaying her plaid dress, moving her hips as if she were in a parade. Almost on tiptoe.
Ridiculous! I thought as I placed the glass on the small table in front of the sofa. With her gone and Ethan in the bedroom, I began to search the room.
The sofas, the rugs, nothing out of place, could be climbing in the bedroom or even in the kitchen. I approached the table and automatically adjusted the tablecloth; there was a fold and I smoothed it out. That’s when I noticed a drop. A translucent, whitish drop, my heart raced. I didn’t want to believe it. I ran my finger over it, feeling the stickiness between my index finger and thumb.
“Bastard!”
I needed to smell it.
“On the dining table, you son of a bitch!
Back when Robert was around, I put up with it in silence because of our parents and Emily, but seeing this being done to my own daughter made my blood boil.
I couldn’t take it anymore and went to the couple’s bedroom, which still smelled new, with its large, high bed. The laptop was on a table, the screen turned off. And where was Ethan?
Gone, vanished into thin air.
“Ethan!”
“Hi, my mother-in-law!”
He came out through a door as if by magic. With a towel tied around his waist, his hair wet and tousled. The smell and steam from the shower mingled.
I was angry, angry at him, at Emy. Angry at myself for letting my daughter in love marry a scoundrel.
“What is this?”
“What is what?”
“Here, smell it.”
I showed him my fingers, almost shoving them in his face. Ethan frowned, as if he didn’t like the smell. But he showed no fear or surprise, much less an air of guilt.
He laughed, biting his lips, exuding the scent of aftershave, his chest slightly hairy, the body of an athletic man. He took my hand and gave me a gentle kiss on my fingers.
I was speechless. I didn’t expect that. I didn’t expect that captivating, almost enchanting look. The look of a man who devours you, leaving you naked just by the way he stares at you. Even so, keep pressing the cheeky one.
“Answer me!”
My breathing became labored and I started to have palpitations. He walked towards me, making me back away.
I hit my back against the wall.
“Answer me, Ethan. Come on.”
“It’s cum, why?”
Honestly, I didn’t expect such frankness, especially from him, my daughter’s husband. We barely knew each other. But he didn’t say it just to challenge me; he said it in the tone of a man who wants to possess you. An intimacy we didn’t have, a bold attitude of someone who felt like he was the last cookie in the package.
I slapped him, I don’t know how, then another and another. I left Ethan with a red face, standing there without reacting.
He just stared at me, hypnotizing me with his gaze.
“You idiot! Son of a…”
His hand went under my flowery dress. He went straight for my center. It was very bold, but I felt ridiculous because I was wearing one of those granny panties. Comfortable, they made me feel even more secure because of the dress I was wearing.
He pressed me against the wall without hurting me, just preventing me from leaving. But his skilled hand continued to explore me, teasing me with his fingers circling over the silk of my panties. He forced his fingers inside me, discovering my slit, his mother-in-law’s opening.
Feeling my pubic hair at the top, the heat of my crotch. Without realizing it, I opened myself up, allowing myself to feel the touches of a man in heat. It had been so many years without a real man, and now there, my naughty son-in-law was exploring me in an indecent and abusive masturbation.
“No, no, Ethan. I’m your mother-in-law!”
I cried, begging him to stop masturbating me. It was useless; he laughed affectionately and kissed me. A man’s kiss, an excited lover’s kiss. I felt his swollen member against my thigh. I felt a shiver down my spine, my panties became wet instantly. My son-in-law’s fingers became sticky.
“Ethan, what did you do to that girl in the living room? What did you two…”
We looked at each other and he whispered in my ear.
“Vanessa asked me for some milk.”
“Milk, Ethan! Isn’t that something you should be talking about?”
“She licked it like a kitten. Running her tongue over it and tasting my cum, as she says.”
I scratched my son-in-law’s shoulders and back. Disgusting, inelegant, unforgivable. Even so, I couldn’t help but imagine the two of them in the middle of the room, him masturbating in front of her and staining the table.
“Honey, isn’t this what you wanted?”
I saw and heard the girl bent over the table, her hands resting on it, her slutty face and her tongue licking the cum. Licking slowly, savoring the taste of her employer.
“Aah! Ethan!”
“Do you want some too?”
“No! Never, never!”
“But I want some.”
“What? What do you want?”
Our voices barely came out. There was a muffling as if we were in a sauna.
“To taste your honey, Susan.”
“Huh!?”
I don’t even know how, I just know that he turned me around. Suddenly, I had my back to him. Suddenly, I was without panties. I heard a moan of ecstasy, the roar of a hungry man.
Ethan spread my thighs and bit me wildly. He drank from my fountain. I was dripping with desire. Even more so with a naughty tongue like that.
An excited tongue that enveloped me, driving me crazy. I moaned uncontrollably. Guilty, anxious, and very excited.
“Oh, Ethan, not there, no!”
My ass still sweaty, my son-in-law savored me as if I were a special dessert. A delicacy of the gods. He spat on my ring, his fingers teasing my vagina and his pointed tongue opening my anus.
“What an ass, Susan, what an ass!”
I shouldn’t have, but at that moment, the naughtiness made me proud. He pierced me, drove me crazy with his fingers, his sharp tongue opening my folds.
I was completely drooling, and he was biting my lips, drinking my juices.
“Ethan, boy. Man, aah!”
I felt a frisson and came, incontinent, squirting in front of my son-in-law, in Ethan’s face. I thought he was going to say something, but he just opened my hips with his hand and stuck his thumb in my anus.
“Aaah! Aaaa!”
I offered myself even more, felt his finger opening my sphincter and him rubbing my lips, teasing my clitoris. As if he were my husband, my man.
“Ooh! Man!”
I came, my thighs trembling, vibrating as if they were a musical instrument.
“Su, Susan!”
He stood beside me, biting my shoulder and undressing me completely. I was naked in my daughter’s house and her husband was going to fuck me in their bedroom.
“Ethan… please.”
That was all I could take. I felt his penis pierce my vagina, pushing and abusing me as if I were some kind of slut. A prostitute like Vanessa.
“Aaah! Aaa! Aaahh!”
The thrusts became frantic, insane, hammering me with his long penis. Pushing me against the wall, fucking me like a stud in heat.
“What a delicious pussy, Susan! What a wonderful pussy!”
I was ecstatic about all this, loving being fucked by him. Fucked by a man like Ethan. I grabbed the back of his neck and let him fuck me hastily, eagerly. Devouring me as if I were twenty years old. It made me proud and my arousal exploded throughout my body. My vagina burned and wet my thighs.
“Oooh! Uuuhh!”
He thrashed uncontrollably, biting my shoulder, crushing my breasts. I felt his cock throbbing inside me, his cum dripping, slowly leaking out. Ethan was tense, a little embarrassed, but I… I didn’t want to think about anything else. A feeling of relaxation, but soon he wanted more. Much more.
“No, Ethan. Not like that!”
He didn’t even hear me; he just turned me over and laid me down on the bed like a puppy. He spat and fingered me. I was getting anxious, apprehensive, wondering what would come next.
“Ethan, I think…”
My son-in-law did not respond, but mounted me, rode me like no one had ever done before. He fucked my ass with me on all fours. Pounding, thrusting, and fucking his mother-in-law’s ass.
An insane mess and Emy’s husband fucking me on the couple’s bed. The man reached climax while I pleasured myself with my fingers. Ethan was thick and deep. He made me feel different, strange.
“Ooooh! Oooo! Uuuuh!”
He injected his cream inside me. He filled me with his sticky sperm. I masturbated, seeking orgasm, but he came first. Intense and crazy. I don’t know how the guy managed to cum without stopping.
Ethan pulled out of me and examined me curiously.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing, nothing.”
“Didn’t you like it? Wasn’t it what you expected?”
“You’re a dream, Susan. Amazing!”
“I am, why?”
“Ever since I met you. I told Emy…”
I sat on the bed, still sore and wet.
“You said what?”
He looked at me like a boy measuring his words.
“I’m still going to have sex with your mother.”
I covered my mouth, horrified.
“You told her! And she?”
He shook his head, as if to dismiss an idea.
“She hired Vanessa. Emy said it would be better if I thought of someone else.”
“Ethan! What about you… and me, what now?”
We laughed, like forbidden lovers. A little embarrassed, me more than him.
“Just don’t tell Emily.”
He answer.
“Sure! But, and what about Vanessa? What’s going to happen to her?”
He just smiled and kissed me as if everything would continue as it was.
“I just don’t want you with that girl. Not her, Ethan!”
“Susan!”
