My Mother-In-Law Has a Secret Ch. 01

I don't know if this should be in interracial love, loving wives, group sex, mature, incest/taboo, or BDSM. There is some bit of all of those in this one. If any of that isn't your cup of tea, you may want to skip this one. I felt like expanding my horizons. Enjoy! - BH

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"Mike, my mom needs you to change her smoke detector batteries," my wife Holly told me.

It was the usual story. My monster-in-law needs something and I have to blow my Saturday morning to do it.

Holly's dad died when she was in high school and Jane never remarried. I don't think she ever dated anyone, at least it was never mentioned to me. It's surprising because if you can get past the battle-ax personality, she's an attractive woman.

"Fine," I grumbled.

She kissed my cheek and said, "I'll make it up to you later, baby."

She would too. I always got a blowjob after helping her mom with something. My wife, while not being submissive to her mother, felt powerless to say no to her, even at almost forty.

It caused some issues in our relationship over the years, including my almost calling off the wedding when she wanted to control every aspect of the wedding down to my groomsmen's shoes. Shoes for Christ's sake. The woman was a control freak.

"I'll head over there now. I'd rather not ruin my whole day."

"Thanks, Mike. You're the best."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah."

She berated me so much, I initially thought that Jane was racist and my being black and Holly being white was the cause of her hatred for me. Holly assured me that she wasn't racist and she adores our twin girls with no outward signs of aversion to their skin color.

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I walked the three blocks to Jane's house in a fairly angry mood. I had to remind myself of the blowjob I'd be getting later, to help calm me.

Jane, my mother-in-law was standing on her porch when I got there.

"It's about time, Mike. You're going to make me late for my hair appointment."

Yeah, I noticed she didn't say hello to me too.

"Jane, it's going to take half an hour to do the batteries. You know that from the last several times."

"Yes, well get moving. Make sure to lock the door when you leave and don't make a mess."

"Oh, you're not staying?" My morning just brightened. I wouldn't have her snapping at me over every little thing from dirty ladder feet to not dusting the detectors.

"No. I told you I have a hair appointment. Start listening and you might learn something someday."

I turned and walked around the house to get the ladders. Yes, ladders. She has a vaulted ceiling in her great room that needs a very tall ladder. That ladder is too tall to fit in the bedrooms, for which I need a shorter ladder to reach the detectors. Whoever designed her house must've hated their son-in-law too.

It occurred to me that I'd never been in her house alone. I had been there with just my wife, but never alone. A wicked grin crossed my lips when I decided to snoop around.

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With all of the batteries changed, I put the ladders away and walked back into her bedroom. The first thing I did was open her nightstand drawer and I was shocked by what I found.

I wouldn't have been surprised to find a vibrator in there, it was the butt plugs and anal beads that shocked me. Who knew she was kinky? I thought.

Like mother, like daughter. My wife and I did just about everything. She was a very sexual woman.

I found an iPad in there and guessed correctly that the passcode was Holly's birthday. When the screen opened I was more shocked than before. PornHub was open and the scene was called: "White wife dominated by black bull."

"Holy shit!" I said out loud and sat on the bed shocked.

I looked at her history and found that every video she watched featured a black man or men and a white woman. My mother-in-law masturbated to black men. Of course, I immediately wondered if that was because of me. Did she want me? Nah, there's no way, I figured.

Then I opened a second tab which was on a pay-per-view site. Who pays for porn? The shit's free all over the place. Anyway, I was floored by what she watched on that site: "Mommy, Me and a Gangster."

Another holy shit moment for me. Not only did she watch interracial porn, but she also watched mother/daughter sharing interracial porn. I was stunned speechless.

I put everything back the way I found it and closed the drawer. I must've taken longer than I thought because I heard Jane return.

I quickly made sure everything was in its place and walked downstairs as calmly as I could.

"Oh! I didn't expect you still here. Is there a problem?" She sneered.

"No. I was just making sure I didn't leave a mess."

She walked away ignoring my answer and I said, "Bye, Jane. Your hair looks nice," as I walked out the door.

I couldn't wait to get home and tell Holly what I found. I wondered if she'd be mad at me for snooping as I did, but I'd risk it. What I found was just too damn good to keep a secret.

I saw the girls' car was gone and was glad. If my seventeen-year-olds were out, I might get my blowjob sooner rather than later.

****

"Honey, I'm home," I shouted as I hurried through the door.

"Everything go okay?" She asked.

"Where are the girls?"

"Don't you remember? They went up to Mickie's parents' lake house. They're spending the night."

I smiled, pulled her into my hip, and planted a deep kiss on her lips.

"Mm, baby!" She purred breaking the kiss. Save that for later. I've got some chicken salad made for lunch.

"Okay," I said, "but I'm hitting that right after lunch." I smiled and she kissed me.

"You'd better be. We haven't had the house to ourselves in ages."

I slapped her ass as she jiggled into the kitchen. "Oh! You're never gonna believe what I found at your mom's."

"What's that?"

"Anal sex toys, and..."

"What! She shrieked. Did you go snooping around?"

She didn't look angry, but I knew I had to tread lightly.

"Yes, just a little."

She was about to say something when I held up my finger.

"Baby, she had porn on her tablet."

"Michael!" She gasped. "What the hell were you doing going into her tablet?"

"Baby, wait! It gets better."

She glared at me, waiting for me to continue.

"She had interracial porn up."

Her hand flew to her mouth in shock. "Get out?"

"Yep. Black guy dominating white girl stuff—and baby? She had mother/daughter doing black guys together porn."

"Holy shit!" She practically screamed.

"Baby, I'm still shocked. Your mom gets off on incest and black and white porn."

"Michael?"

I knew what she was going to ask before she said it.

"Do you think she wants you?"

"I doubt it. She hates my guts. I'm sure it's a coincidence."

She looked at me with that look that all wives develop after marriage. It's a cross between "are you that stupid" and "give me a break". You all know the one.

"Well, don't you be fantasizing about her. Eat your sandwich," she said with a sharp tone.

Just then the phone rang. Of course, it was Jane. She talked to her about seemingly nothing as I ate my sandwich. And then my wife frowned and looked at me.

She said, "Mom, the girls are gone today and we were gonna have some us time. Mike can take care of that for you tomorrow."

Great! What the heck did she want me to do for her now?

"Mom, no. I told you..."

She was cut off and I could see her getting angry. She didn't get angry with her mother. Frustrated sometimes, but never angry.

Sometimes, I regretted being so handy. I had been a union carpenter for twenty years. I could also work on cars if the repair was minor enough. Jane took advantage of that very regularly.

"Mom, enough! I'm not losing my rare day alone with my husband so he can do your brakes."

Damn! I knew it would be something like that. I'd have to go to Auto Zone and get the caliper tool kit. What a pain in the ass. I bet she needs an oil change too.

"Oil change? Mom, no! Not today."

I knew it. I was rooting for my wife on the inside. I was silently urging her to stand her ground. Just then I had an idea.

"Tell her we're going to Galena to get some wine," I whispered.

She smiled and said, "Mom, we're going up to Galena to get some wine. It'll just have to be tomorrow."

Bam! Score one for the good guys.

"What wine? You know I like the Galena Cellars Port and the General's Red."

Then she frowned. Oh shit!

"When did you get that, Mom?" She asked worn down.

"Mom, can't we just..."

Damn! Whatever Jane said ended the battle and it looked like I was going to Auto Zone.

"Fine!" She shouted and slammed the phone down.

She looked at me sadly and said, "I'm sorry, Mike. She has to drive her friends to Lake Geneva tomorrow and her brakes are squeaking."

I shook my head, "Yeah, whatever. Let me go do some more work for the kinky freak that hates me."

"Ugh! Don't remind me of that," she whined. "I'll come with and run interference for you. Maybe she'll leave you alone if I'm there. Besides, she has the wine I said we wanted. I forgot we gave her a case of each last time we got back from Galena."

"Yeah, another failed attempt by me to get her to treat me better. Christ! You'd think she'd be intimidated by a 6'5" 250-pound guy?"

"Who's got a body built for sin," she laughed.

"And an appetite for passion. Come on let's go to the parts store so we can get home faster."

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I had the car up on jack stands, the oil drained and the brakes finished. I'd been working for over an hour and a half and I was tired of being on my back on her hard driveway. I wasn't a spring chicken anymore at thirty-eight.

I put the new filter on and lowered the car—and then I screwed up.

I had the oil container open on the driveway and as I backed up, I knocked it over. Just at that moment, the ladies walked outside with wine glasses in hand. Oil was pooling on her spotless concrete and Jane lost her shit.

"You careless jerk! Wipe that up immediately! I'd you've stained my driveway, I'll..."

Jane was cut off in the middle of her screaming tirade by my angry wife.

"Shut up, Mother! It was an accident and cat litter will absorb it all up."

I stood there shocked as Holly walked into the garage and grabbed a pail of cat litter. Jane said nothing as Holly set it next to me.

"There you go, Mike."

"Uh, thanks," I muttered as I poured it on the spot of oil.

Jane snapped out of her shock and shouted, If my driveway is stained, you'll be..."

"Enough!" Holly shouted. "Get in the house now."

I looked at Jane who meekly turned and walked towards the house.

"You too!" She shouted at me and then an evil grin crossed her lips. I wondered what the hell she was up to?

I wiped the grease from my hands as I walked into the house. Holly grabbed the dirty rag from my hand and dropped it onto the tiled foyer floor.

"Go take a shower in my mother's bathroom. We're putting an end to my mother's reign of terror right now. I'll be up in a minute."

I looked at her standing there with her hands on her slender hips. She was daring me to disobey her with her eyes. I nodded and walked upstairs. That was a side to my wife I never saw before. She took control of her mother and the situation as if she were a General leading a Cavalry.

As I showered my mind wouldn't stop wondering what the heck my wife was up to. Why did she want me to shower there? I could've used the utility sink in the laundry room to wash my hands. A shower wasn't necessary.

I hadn't figured anything out yet when I walked into the bedroom to get dressed and saw my mother-in-law tied up to the foot of the bed with silk scarves. She was stark naked.

I realized I was also standing there naked when my wife walked into the room fully clothed.

"Good, you're done. I've decided I'm not taking any more shit from my mother and I will no longer stand by as she berates you for no reason."

Jane was mumbling something and I realized she had a pair of panties stuffed in her mouth.

I couldn't help it, my cock stiffened like a pole. Jane's eyes went wide seeing my long thick shaft harden before her.

"Holly, I..."

"No, baby. If my mom wants to be dominated by a black bull, she's gonna get it. I just so happen to know one."

She laughed at that and noticed I was hard as a rock. She walked over and kissed me lovingly, stroking my manhood mere feet from her mother's face.

"Michael, love?"

"Hm?" I asked.

"We are going to punish my mother for how poorly she treats you. Does that sound good to you?"

I looked at Jane's tits hanging and her ass sticking in the air. It was a nice ass for an almost sixty-year-old woman.

Holly opened the nightstand drawer and Jane's eyes looked at her in, well, I don't know if it was fear or lust. Holly pulled out the largest glass butt plug and poured some lube on it.

"Baby, you know where to put this."

I nodded and took the toy and lube from my formerly shy wife. I added some lube to Jane's puckered rosebud and circled the tip of the toy around her opening.

Jane moaned into the panty gag as I pushed the plug in past her relaxing rings. She knew how to take it and she was loving every second of it. I marveled at her hole closing around the external shaft of the toy.

I looked up and saw Holly slide down her sundress revealing her bra and naked pussy. My head snapped back to Jane's mouth and I realized they were Holly's panties stuffed in there.

Holly said, "Yep! They're mine. While you were in the shower, I told Mom what you found this morning. It turns out Mom is a closet submissive and...well we talked it out. Let's just say she needs to be punished for hiding her unbearable desire to be fucked by you."

"She what?" I asked. It seemed I was in for more shocks.

"My Mom craves your hard cock pounding her. She gets so angry with you because it's so hard to resist dropping to her knees every time she sees you. She has to constantly find faults to keep her upset with you so she doesn't let show how much she wants you. Isn't that right, Mother dear?"

Holly pulled the panties from her mouth and Jane pleaded, "Please, Mike. It's been so long for me."

In a flash Holly smacked Jane's ass, leaving a red handprint.

"What did you call him?" She shouted.

"I'm sorry. Please, Master."

"Oh shit!" I said as my cock throbbed.

"It didn't even take convincing." Holly added. "Once she found out we knew about her fantasies, she practically begged me for us to fulfill them."

Holly laughed and said, "This is gonna be so much fun. Mike, I want you to fuck her mouth. If she gags, I'm going to punish her."

Holly and I had watched plenty of porn over the years and our sex life was pretty damn good, but she never liked the scenes where the girls gagged and spat up all over the guy as she blew him.

I moved in front of Jane and she seemed mesmerized by my cock bobbing in front of her nose. She leaned forward to take me into her mouth when Holly smacked her ass again.

"I didn't tell you to do that, Mother. I told him to fuck your mouth. Open wide!"

Jane moaned when the next slap hit her red cheek.

I couldn't help myself, I gave Jane a mushroom slap on her forehead and then inserted myself into her mouth. She opened as wide as she could as I slowly pushed forward, searching for the back of her throat. I wondered if she would gag and as soon as I hit the back, she coughed.

SMACK!

The vibration from Jane's moan as Holly hit her again, felt incredible. I grabbed Jane by her hair and began to fuck her mouth slowly. The spittle was coming out of the sides of her mouth as I moved in and out. I was teasing her not going all the way in, but Holly noticed.

"Don't be a pussy, Michael. Fuck her mouth!"

The gurgling from Jane was driving me crazy with lust as I did as my wife bid me do. To her credit, she only gagged once more before my wife said, "That's enough."

I wondered who exactly my wife was dominating, me or Jane, as I slid my cock from her mouth. She sucked the entire time I pulled out, ending with a pop.

"What a cock," Jane moaned as she caught her breath.

Holly smacked her ass again. "That is my cock, Mother! You will treat it with the respect a beautiful cock like that deserves at all times. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Holly."

SMACK

"Mistress. Yes, Mistress."

"That's better," Holly said as she winked at me.

"I don't think you deserve my cock in your cunt yet, do you, Mother?"

"No, Mistress."

"That's right. You need to earn the pleasure my cock gives."

I felt like it was my cock, but if Holly was claiming it as hers at that moment, who was I to argue.

"Michael, untie the bitch, please."

I slid her hands through the loosened knots and she thanked me with her eyes.

"Honey, please lay down. I need you inside me."

I did what Holly asked and she straddled me.

"Mother, put his cock in its home."

Jane took me into her hand and licked her lips. I smacked her red ass and said, "What are you waiting for?"

She lined it up to Holly's dripping pussy and my wife sank down, enveloping me with her silky tunnel.

"Yeah," she said as she ground into my body, rubbing her clit on my flesh.

"So good, baby."

She began to ride me slowly. She could never handle my size too quickly, even after the kids came. She could get me in balls deep but always took time to adjust to my size before going full-bore.

I pulled Jane's head down to my stomach to watch my wife ride me, up close and personally. Holly put her hands on Jane's arm for support and pushed her into me as she rode me like a bronco.

I could hardly breathe as Holly shook and screamed through her first orgasm.

Before Jane knew what was happening, Holly was pulling her head saying, "Clean him up, Mother. Remove every drop of my cum from that glorious cock."

Jane wasted no time doing exactly as Holly said. It was the sexiest thing I'd ever seen, well, up to that point. She licked, sucked, and slurped my shaft, cleaning Holly's juices from my body.

Holly smiled wickedly and asked, "Do you like my taste, Mother?"

Jane pulled off and said, "Yes, Mistress."

Holly leaned back and said, "You may drink it up from the source. If I cum quickly enough, I'll let Michael fuck your ass."

I was shocked at my wife's dominant persona. Was it real or was she playing the role her mother wanted us to play?

I watched the incestuous act as Jane ate her daughter to an orgasm. I saw the signs, I knew she was close, I could also tell she was trying to hold back.

I said, "Let it go, baby. I wanna see you cum all over her face."

Holly threw her head back and pulled her mother into her pussy as Jane desperately and sloppily licked her.

"Oh fuck! Yes!" She screamed as she came. Her body trembled and quivered as Jane stroked her soft hips. It was the most tender moment of the afternoon—a mother loving her child with her touch.

I couldn't wait any longer, I took the bottle of lube, poured it down Jane's crack, and slowly pulled the large plug out. I teased her opening with it, she'd need to be made ready as my girth could surely do some damage if not done with care. I had no desire to hurt Jane in that way.

I made sure she was plenty stretched and lubed and lined up with her gaping bud.

"Oh fuck! You're going to kill me with that thing," Jane begged.

I half expected Holly to spank her for that, but she was too entranced by my bulbous head penetrating her mom's opening.

"Fuck!" Jane moaned as I slid in and pulled out. I repeated the motion going an inch or two deeper every time until my balls finally touched her wet pussy.

"Holy shit! She took it all," Holly whispered as I gently rocked back and forth.

Jane moaned with delight, "So good, Michael. So fucking good." She rocked back into me meeting my thrusts. "Please fuck me harder. Use me as your slut," she begged.