I’d arrived late the previous evening after a long flight and was still suffering jet lag. So I was up early having some breakfast when my Mother-in-Law Sheila came downstairs at about seven o’clock wearing her dressing gown. David and Emma were still on there way back from Yorkshire and wouldn’t be back until the evening.
I jokingly commented how sexy she looked and Sheila told me not to be silly – she was an old woman. I looked over at her as she was putting the kettle on and said ‘Sheila, you are a very sexy, very desirable, mature woman and I’m sure a lot of men would agree with me.’ Sheila just sort of harrumphed at this as she got the teapot out.
I’m not entirely sure what came over me, but when Sheila came over to the table to give me a cup of tea, I looked her in the eye and rather brazenly put my hand on her leg and slid it up under her dressing gown to cup her buttock – which was naked under the gown. Sheila stood stock-still, slightly shocked, and asked ‘What – what are you doing…!’
‘You have a very sexy bottom..’ I murmured, as I fondled her gently. Sheila gasped, closed her eyes and actually moaned, leaning forward slightly. I could now see her breasts as her dressing gown gaped open slightly and, taking advantage, I moved my other hand inside the gown and cupped the nearer one, enjoying the weight and the feel of her skin.
Sheila gasped again as I pulled her breast out of her gown. I murmured ‘beautiful’ as I moved my mouth to her nipple and started to gently lick and suck her magnificent, mature breast.
At this point, Sheila attempted to regain control of herself. She straightened up, pulling her breast from my lips and, looking me straight in the eye said severely ‘What – do – you – think – you – are – doing?’ At least, she tried to say it severely. Sheila was still rather breathless and was struggling to assert control.
I immediately dropped my hands and tried to sound contrite.
‘I’m sorry’ I said ‘I – I couldn’t help myself….you looked so sexy this morning…and, well I – I know it’s wrong, but I’ve always fancied you and ….’ I hesitated, and then slowly put my hand back on her leg and slid it back up to her buttock ‘I’ll stop if you want…? I said questioningly
‘Oh God’ Sheila whispered ‘I can’t….’ she said it almost pleadingly, but at the same time she leant forward again and put her hands on the table. I moved my hand from one buttock across slightly to the crease in her bottom.
Sheila drew in her breath and, almost unconsciously, slipped her feet further apart. At this unspoken encouragement, I slid my hand down between her legs from behind and encountered a very hairy, very moist pussy. Not quite believing what I was doing, I slipped a finger inside Sheila’s cunt. She was absolutely soaking! I couldn’t really comprehend that I had a finger inside my mother-in-law’s most intimate place! Not wanting to lose a moment of this experience, I grabbed her breast with my other hand and began to play with her nipple and at the same time started to finger-fuck her wonderful pussy. Sheila was panting and groaning, and I still couldn’t believe this was happening!
I was struggling to contain myself. My erection was trying to push its way out of my sleeping shorts, and I was almost overcome with desire. I quickly got to my feet, pushed my shorts off and stepped behind my Mother-in-Law, flipping her dressing gown up over her back as I did so.
‘What – what are you doing?’ Sheila questioned, sounding partly disappointed that I’d removed my fingers, but also unsure what might happen next.
I leant over the back of her, so my head was next to her’s, my hard cock was resting against her bare buttocks ‘I want to fuck you’ I whispered in her ear.
‘You – you mustn’t!’ she panted, but I was already stroking her pussy lips with my cock from behind, and she automatically responded by gyrating her hips backwards in encouragement- and at complete odds with her words.
I could feel the head of my cock at the entrance of Sheila’s wet pussy ‘Really?’ I asked. Sheila’s response was lost as I slid my cock into her wet, hairy cunt and started to slowly fuck her. She started making loud, inarticulate noises and again, I couldn’t help myself, I really couldn’t – suddenly I came in her hard, shooting my cum deep inside her gorgeous pussy. Sheila squealed and thrust her hips backwards. Damn! I’d already cum, and I knew Sheila hadn’t yet and was simply gagging for an orgasm!
I quickly pulled out and got down on my knees behind her and started to kiss and lick her buttocks. Sheila, understanding my intention, leant further forward and pushed her bottom into the air. Her hairy, soaking, cum filled pussy stared me right in the face. I had never seen a more beautiful sight! I plunged my nose into her cunt and found her clit with my tongue, and I started to lick and suck it. I moved my tongue from her clit up to her hole and back again, tasting our mixed juices. I pushed my tongue deep into her cunt, tasting and swallowing my own thick cum from her.
By now my nose was right next to her arsehole, and I felt a sudden desire to kiss it – so I did! I parted her buttocks slightly with my hands and planted a kiss on her most intimate part. I felt Sheila freeze for a moment but then relax again. I slid a finger into her again and another onto her clit and started to manipulate her. Sheila responded by thrusting her hips back every time I pushed my finger into her. And, still staring at her arsehole I started to lick it – up and down, round and round.
Suddenly Sheila started bucking and screaming, and she was suddenly cumming with my face buried in the crack of her arse….
After a minute or so Sheila started to calm down; her breathing slowed and eventually, still bent over the table she looked back over her shoulder at me. She looked a little reproachful and a little embarrassed like she couldn’t believe what had just happened, but she also looked sultry. She straightened up, looked down at my cock which, incredibly, was hard again, smiled, took my hand and led me upstairs…
‘Oh my God, that was – unbelievable!’ Sheila said with a smile about an hour later. Unbelievable was definitely the right word! I could hardly believe what we had just done. My Mother-in-Law had just done things with me that my wife had never done with me – or had stopped doing years ago! We had started slowly, with kisses and cuddles, but soon were both wanting more – I had knelt in front of her face and offered her my straining cock and, hesitantly at first, she had started to suck me off…
It didn’t take long! With only a few gasps of warning, I came hard in her willing mouth – and then bent down to kiss her. She was surprised by that, but seemed happy enough, especially when I started playing with her breasts and cunt again…
Afterwards, when we were both satiated and snuggled up, she said she’d never felt so sexy and asked what did I want her to do next. It was like her inner beast had been unleashed! I laughed and said she wanted everything at once! Sheila, surprisingly, agreed. ‘Yes,’ she said. ‘You’ve just shown me how wonderful sex can be and I want to repay it! What can I do for you that would excite you beyond words?’ she asked teasingly. I said I’d already had it. Sheila laughed delightedly at that but then repeated her offer ‘Seriously!’ She said. She was silent for a moment, then ‘What do you fantasize about – apart from me I mean…?’ she said with a shy, cheeky grin.
I was quiet for a few moments, not sure how to put my next thoughts into words. Then I said, slightly sheepishly ‘I’ve been very naughty haven’t I Sheila.’
Sheila giggled and agreed ‘Yes, you have!’
‘I – I probably deserve a spanking.’ I continued, not quite able to meet her eyes.
‘Yes, you probably do’ she said, jokingly, not quite getting it. Then she looked at me again. I looked back at her for a few moments, and then a feeling of embarrassment started to overcome me. I lowered my eyes, no longer able to meet hers.
‘What?’ she said ‘Are you serious?’ she asked, lifting her eyebrows.
Feeling ever more uncertain of myself, and with shame starting to heat my face, I nodded my head.
‘Let me get this right – you want to be spanked?’ Sheila asked, bemused and slightly disconcerted.
I nodded.
‘And you want me to do it?’ She continued questioningly.
Again I nodded. Sheila’s eyebrows creased slightly ‘Why’ she asked, with concern and bafflement.
I found it really hard to continue. My sense of shame was increasing with every moment, and I could feel myself starting to tear up. I swallowed and managed to stutter on.
‘Well, like you said –I’ve been very naughty, haven’t I? I should never have done what I did… And – the thought of being bent over your lap turns me on..’ I finished lamely, wishing the room would swallow me up.
Sheila was quiet for so long I was sure she was just working out how to get herself out of this situation as quickly as possible. I could feel her intent gaze on me and doubts filled my mind. But then she spoke.
‘Hmmm,’ she said thoughtfully. She paused again ‘ – okay then – why not! So you want to go over my knee do you?’ she said playfully.
I nodded but said nothing else. Sheila’s playful expression disappeared and was replaced with a more pensive look.
‘You’re really serious about this aren’t you?’ She said thoughtfully. Again I simply nodded, still hardly daring to look at her.
‘Tell me again, then!’ Sheila demanded
‘Er, what do you mean?’
‘I want you to tell me exactly what you want.’ Sheila reiterated in very precise words.
‘Um, well like I said, I’ve been naughty, and…’
‘No, no – tell me what you want me to do to you!’ Now Sheila sounded like she was admonishing me. I was feeling increasingly embarrassed, and waves of humiliation were starting to wash over me. All my earlier sexual feelings had evaporated. I just felt stupid.
‘I’m waiting’ Sheila intoned
‘I want you to spank me’ I whispered, my face reddening.
‘I can’t hear you!’
I want you to spank me!’
‘How?
‘I – Sorry?’
‘How do want me to spank you?’
‘Oh – I want to go over your knee’ I said, a little breathlessly.
‘and…?’ Sheila asked quietly.
‘Um – I don’t understand.’
‘What do you want me to do when you are bent over my knee’ she questioned
‘Um – spank me…?’
‘You don’t sound too sure… ‘ said Sheila with a little smile on her face. ‘Are you sure?’
I nodded
‘Then tell me what you want – all of it’ Sheila said.
I thought about it, then said ‘I want to go over your knee and have you spank me – Mistress’ I said.
‘Mistress?’ said Sheila in question, her eyebrows shooting up ‘My, I am finding out a lot about you today!’ Sheila said wickedly. Then she cocked her head to one side and pursed her lips. Then she smiled at me.
‘Okay, I’m going to give you what you want. But you have to do exactly what I tell you! Is that clear?’ The last sentence was delivered with a steeliness I hadn’t heard before, and I responded automatically.
‘Yes, Mistress’
‘Over you go then’ Sheila ordered with a smile.
Now with a red face and feeling slightly silly I bent over Sheila’s knee and put my hands on the floor. I was very conscious of the feel of her thighs as I lay across her, and my cock started to harden. Sheila stroked my bottom a couple of times and then she began to spank me with her hand – gently at first and then quite a bit harder as she warmed up.
After a couple of minutes, Sheila complained that her hand hurt and said that if I was serious I wouldn’t mind if she used her hairbrush instead would I. She then reached for her hairbrush which was lying rather conveniently within her reach.
‘Are you ready for this?’ She asked. And then, without waiting for my response, she really started to wallop my bottom…
I was squirming and gasping and bouncing around as each blow was really hurting – and yet I could feel that Sheila was clearly starting to enjoy what she was doing.
‘Did you enjoy that’ said Sheila with a breathless laugh as she finally stopped.
I couldn’t speak as I was both breathless and slightly shocked from the spanking I had just been given. But after a moment or two I managed to speak ‘not – not really’ I whispered, pain and humiliation in my eyes.
Sheila laughed again. ‘I suspected not!’ She said. ‘It looked and felt like it hurt! But you asked for it! I’m guessing you won’t be asking again..?’ she said.
‘I – I don’t know’ I stammered in reply.
Sheila raised her eyebrows again and looked bemused. ‘I see.’ She said ‘Well, I guess we’ll just have to wait, and we’ll find out…’ she said impassively.
‘Now, what other secret fetishes do you have?’ Sheila asked
Not sure of the wisdom of it, or where it would lead I shamefacedly admitted to Sheila that really I was a submissive who wanted to be humiliated and punished.
‘Well, we’ll have to see what we can do!’ She said, clearly warming to her new role. ‘What are your fantasies’ she asked me.
I admitted that being spanked by her was one of my fantasies. And that I had also fantasised about fucking her, and licking her pussy and ass.
‘Well, I’ve just given you a good spanking’ She said, with a wicked smile on her face. ‘and you definitely did all those other things earlier… ‘ She giggled quietly ‘..but I think it’s time we had another go at those other things you just mentioned..’ and with that Sheila pushed me onto my back and started to straddle my face, pushing her pussy toward my mouth and looking down at me. I stared up at her for a moment, then grabbed her buttocks and pulled her closer toward. I started to lick and kiss the swollen lips of her pussy and Sheila let out little gasps.
After a few minutes, I asked her to turn around. She laughed delightedly and did so, now straddling my face with her ass toward me. Again I pulled her close, only this time it was the crack of her arse which I started to lick and kiss.
I pulled her cheeks apart and could see her little asshole. I put my lips to it and kissed it. This elicited a shudder from Sheila, so I leaned in again and started to kiss it and lick it. Very soon I was giving her arsehole a good tongue-fucking, and Sheila was bucking as I also slid my fingers into her pussy and stroked her clit. At one point she reached back with her hand and just pulled my head right into her ass.
Sheila suddenly came with a squeal and a huge shudder. She sagged for a few moments and then, suddenly she climbed off me. She went to a cupboard, opened it and removed a long leather belt. She turned towards me.
‘Turn over onto your stomach!’ she ordered in a very commanding voice. I quickly did as she had said.
‘Now, I’m going to thrash you – do you understand?’ She said.
‘Yes, Mistress’ I replied. And with that, she started laying into me hard with the doubled over belt. She used all her strength, and the shock of the blows had me yelling as she hit me. She didn’t stop though – she just kept going as I started to blubber and cry…
When Sheila finally did stop she was completely breathless. She sat down on the bed next to me and put her arm around me, comforting me. I looked up at her through a haze of tears and saw her looking at me tenderly.
‘I’m sorry’ She said ‘but I needed to do that, and – you wanted it anyway, didn’t you?’ I looked into her eyes and replied
‘Yes, Mistress – Sheila – I wanted it – and deserved it. Only I didn’t think you would do anything as severe as that.’ I was silent for a few seconds and then continued ‘Thank you, Mistress;’
Sheila smiled again ‘I didn’t think you’d do anything like you did either. Or how much I’d enjoy it!’ She paused ‘You realise you belong to me now, don’t you; you are my slave…’
I was quiet for a long time, not really sure what to say. Then very quietly I said ‘I’m just turned on by the thought of being humiliated, Mistress.’
‘Mm – you like calling me Mistress, Don’t you?’ She said. I nodded.
‘So – you want me to humiliate you – is that it?’ She questioned
‘Yes, Mistress.’
‘So tell me, Jason, what would be the Ultimate humiliation for you?’ She asked
I thought about it for a few moments – but I knew what the ultimate humiliation was – I just didn’t want to say it – it was way too embarrassing.
‘Tell me’ Sheila said gently – but I could tell it was an order.
I really didn’t want to say the words, because I knew once I had said them there would be no taking them back. But I felt compelled to answer. I dropped my eyes again and spoke ‘To be spanked by David’ I mumbled.
‘You want DAVID to spank you?’ Sheila said incredulously. I could see she was stunned and her reaction increased my feeling of humiliation several fold. I looked at my feet and felt the heat rising in my face. I wished the floor would swallow me up. I glanced up at her shocked face and my next thought just sort of popped out by itself.
‘In front of you..’ I added in a whisper, tears of shame forming at the corners of my eyes.
Sheila’s expression slowly became more solemn as she looked at me. She thought for a moment or two, her gaze focussing on my wet face. ‘Yes, I can certainly see how being spanked by my husband would be incredibly humiliating for you’ She said.
Then she laughed – gently at first, then out loud, almost mockingly. ‘I don’t believe what you just told me’ she said ‘I would have thought….well… that you were too much of a man – too proud…. too MALE to want anything like that….but – I have to admit, the thought of it does turn me on – witnessing your absolutely total humiliation as my husband spanks you!’ Sheila looked at me. ‘You don’t even LIKE David…..’ Sheila stopped. Then a look of resolve? Disdain? I wasn’t sure – came over her face. ‘
Then we need to find some way for you to end up over my husband’s knee, don’t we? Hmmm?’ She raised her eyebrows ‘So that I can watch him thrash you on your bare bottom…’ She giggled ‘I admit – now you’ve mentioned it, I really want to see that! And to be honest, now that you’ve told me I think you clearly deserve it! A humiliating punishment for seducing your mother-in-law. You are clearly not the sort of man I thought you were Is there anything else you want to tell me? Hmmm?’
I looked down, unable to answer. Sheila was no longer behaving like a playful Mistress, but more like an outraged Mother-in-Law. Was she still playing – or had my admission really made her think differently about me? She was behaving how she OUGHT to have behaved in the first place – but I wasn’t sure I liked it…
‘I will have to have a discussion with my husband’ Sheila said half teasing, half ominously. ‘I need to present it in such a way that he will actually consider it.’ Sheila thought for a few moments ‘perhaps I will suggest that you have wronged me in some way – insulted me perhaps… and that you know you are in the wrong and need to make amends – accept some form of punishment…yes, that might work…After all, it’s the truth…’
I gulped at the realisation of what she was saying hit me. Sheila was well on the way to making one of my most humiliating fantasies come true. And yet…
I shook my head. I suddenly realised that, as she had spoken, a power exchange had taken place. That morning, for the first time ever, I had fucked my Mother-in-Law, and she had loved it. I had then taken her upstairs, and she had sucked my cock – and loved it. I’d looked down on her whilst she sucked me, and I was in charge.
Now, things had reversed. Entirely at my instigation, I had just received a hard hairbrush spanking from my Mother-in-Law – and a good belting! And from how she looked and what she was saying, she had thoroughly enjoyed it. And now she was in charge – SHE had the power! And I’d just told her how I was a submissive who wanted to be punished by her husband!
All of a sudden I wasn’t at all sure I wanted that to happen.
