Man Flu 2: The Mother-in-Law (Short) (Patreon)

I hope this one isn't too riddled with typos but I wanted to get it out so I could move onto the next ASL chapter.  Quick word of warning, this one isn't quite as soft and cuddly as most.  There is some hard domination, sexual insults, slurs, infidelity, and such.  If this doesn't sound like a fun ride maybe take a pass on this one.  For the rest of ya, enjoy Mildred: the mother-in-law from hell.  😈

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“Please Ronnie, pleeease!”

“Call your brother.”

“He’s out of town.”

“Call your uncle.”  I pace back and forth in my kitchen, phone pressed to my ear.  “Call…call…call anybody else!”

“You don’t think I tried?  Everyone else is either busy or just plain refuses.”

“Because she’s a bitch!”

“Hey!  That’s my mom you’re talking about.”

“Daphne…”

“Ronnie, if I had anybody else to go check on her you know I wouldn’t bother you with this.”  My fiance’s voice softens.  “I’d go after work but I don’t want to catch that flu!  And I don’t think you want me to get it either, do you?”

“Well…no.”

“You don’t want me to get sick, do you?”

“No.”

“You don’t want me to grow a big ol ding-dong, do you?”

“Daphne!”  I laugh.  “No!”

“Ha!  Exactly.  Just today I read another article about the change being permanent in some women.”

“But Daphne, she hates me!  I can’t stand her either.  She’s terrible.”

“She’s family Ron.  Since Dad died we’re all she’s got.” She says.  “She’s not as bad as people think once you get to know her.  Show her a bit of kindness and…who knows.”

“Pff.  Yeah right.”

“If you’re serious about marrying me you’re going to have to build that bridge at some point.”

“I’d rather build a gallows.”  I mutter.

“Ronnie!”  Her voice then softens.  “Please Ronnie.  Please?”

I sigh, already knowing that I’d lost this one.

“Thank you.”  She says sweetly, also knowing the battle was won.  “Hey, think about it this way.  If you can win Mom over it’ll make getting her to pay for the wedding that much easier.”  Behind her I can hear distant voices.  “The meeting is about to start.  Listen, just take her some juice and some soup, hang out for few minutes and see if she needs anything.  Half an hour, that’s all I’m asking.”

“Okay, okay.  I’ll check in on the wicked witch.  But you owe me one!”

“I’ll make it worth it.”  She croons.

I raise a brow.  “Blowjob?”

“He he he.”  Her voice lowers to a whisper.  “I’ll think about it.”

“Alright!”

An hour later I am rolling up to the childhood home of my fiance with two bags of groceries on the passenger seat.  The big three-story house was gorgeous.  Daphne’s Mom did okay for herself as a high school English teacher it was her deceased father’s business acumen that paid for this palace.  How the old bat could handle living in such a huge house all by herself I would never know.

“Welp…here goes nothing.”

I scoop up the groceries and head for the front door.  Even though I knew that biological males could not get this strange disease that was sweeting the nation there was a little worry niggling at the back of my mind.  A few days of fever and sniffles was one thing, but having your body transformed…wild!  At the ornate front door I pause for a moment and remind  myself that I was doing this for Daphne, then reach out and ring the bell.

Just when hopes were beginning to rise that maybe she was sleeping or not home the clack of the deadbolt announces the wicked witch’s presence.  I stand waiting with the best fake smile I could muster on my face.

The door swings open revealing the stern countenance of my future mother-in-law.  Despite her flu she was dressed in a prim white blouse and long black skirt, some some schoolmarm from the old West days.  Her hair, black with graying streaks, was pulled smooth to her skull and at the back was a tight bun.  Except for her pale complexion and the slight sheen of a fever sweat I never would have guessed that she was ill.  As I always did I marvel at her uncanny resemblance to her daughter.  She looked just like an older, bitchier version of Daphne, only carrying fifty extra pounds on her five and half foot frame.  Her piercing gray eyes squint against the bright outdoor light as she looks me up and down as if I were some vagrant come to her door begging for table scraps.

“Ronald?”  She lets out a derisive sigh.  “What do you want?”

The inflection on the ‘you’ expressed pure disgust.  A sentiment I shared right back.  But…I was here for Daphne.  And for the much needed funding for our wedding.  For a half an hour I had to play nice no matter how bad it got.

“How are ya feeling Mildred.”  Her lips tighten and before she can snap at me I hurry to correct myself.  “Mrs. Steele, sorry.”

God what a bitch!  I pitied her poor students.

She looks at the grocery bags in my arms.  “What is this?”

Trying to hold onto my good humor I answer brightly.  “We thought you might need a few things seeing as how you’re under the weather.”  I say.  “We’re really worried about you ya know.”

“We?”  She rolls her eyes.  “Pff.  Very well.  Come in.”  She reluctantly steps aside to clear the path, acting like she was doing me the favor by letting me in.  It took all I had to hold my tongue.

I step into the opulent entryway and slip out of my shoes like I knew I must.  Behind me Mildred stands watching, perhaps to make sure I didn’t lift anything.  She suddenly begins clearing her throat in a rapid ahem-hem-hem, trying to hold back any sign of weakness even as the flu cracked her stoic exterior.  She was sick alright, despite the way she was acting.

She follows me down the hall to the kitchen where I set down the groceries on the counter and start to unpack them.  She stands a few feet away with her arms crossed.

“I only drink freshly squeezed orange juice.”  She gripes as I put the big jug of OJ on the counter.

“Just in case you’re not feeling up to squeezing them.”  I say.  “It’ll do in a pinch.”

“Bottled soup?”  She scoffs.

Again I bite my tongue.  “Yeah.  It’s the best.”  I say.  “I got these at the market.  There’s this little Ukranian woman who sells homemade soup.  Daphne always gets me some when I’m sick and it always does the trick.”

“Do you know this woman?  Does she adhere to food safety standards?  Is it even legal?”

I sigh.  “It hasn’t killed me yet.”

“Put it in the fridge.”  She says.  “I’ll think about it.”

I glance at the clock on the wall.  Out of the thirty I promised Daphne only three were gone.  Fuck.

After putting away the supplies I turn and ask.  “While I’m here, anything you need doing?  I could run out if you need tylenol or anything.  Anything you need, I’m here to help.”

Her left brow arches.  “Daphne has you well trained I see.”

My teeth clench.  “I’m not trained Mrs. Steele, I’m being nice.”

“Indeed.  You really think you’re good enough for my daughter?”

“Yeah.  I do.”

Her frigid visage warms, just a little.  “We’ll see about that.”

“Huh?”

“Follow me Ronald.”  She takes a few steps and when she notices I wasn’t following she pauses and pats her leg like I was a dog.  “Come along now.”

Do it for Daphne, Ronnie.  Do it for Daphne.  I follow my fiance’s mother just like the well heeled hound she thought I was.  At the base of the stairs she surprises me by turning and climbing them.  Weird.  She’d never let me off the main floor before.  With my curiosity stoked I continue to follow.

As I climb the stairs I look at the family photos and painted portraits hanging on the walls.  They depicted different moments in the life of a happy American family, even with the mother looking stern in every picture.  Mildred was a demon to all who met her and yet her children, and her husband before he passed away, loved her dearly.  There was clearly something they saw in her, though damned if I could see it.

At the upstairs hall she takes right and carries on without a backward glance.  Head forward, shoulders square, she walks with perfect posture as always.  At the end she produces a key and unlocks the door at the end of the hall.  A key?  Shit.  This was her bedroom.  I had heard tales from Daphne and her brother about how their parents room was always under lock and key.  As I thought back on those conversations it struck me that I was about to enter a part of this house that even Daphne hadn’t seen!

“Um…why…?”

Ignoring my bumbling question Mildred swings the door open and enters the dark room.  Not about to miss this opportunity to peek into her inner sanctum I hurry to follow.

“Oh shit.”

I freeze in my tracks as the light is turned on.  What I see revealed is less a bedroom than a dungeon!  Around the room are tables, chairs, benches and posts, each designed for bondage.  Lining the walls are crops, gags, cuffs, canes, and the whole arsenal of bdsm weaponry.  Blackout curtains covered the windows, which explained why the room had been so dark before the light got turned on.  In the center of the huge room was a massive four poster bed that was also clearly designed for kinky restraint.  The lower part of the bed, beneath the firm mattress about knee height, was a steel cage complete with padlock.  There were paintings and photos in here as well but of an entirely different sort.  Looking around I see pictures and depictions of Mildred and a man I guessed to be her deceased husband Donald, though I could not actually tell as he wore a gimp mask and ball gag in most of them.  As for her in the pictures, she stood powerfully in full dominatrix gear.  Wow.  She might be more plump than her daughter but god damn did she carry that weight well.

“Ummm…”

Walking on as if nothing was out of the ordinary Mildred strides across the room and disappears through another door.  Peering in from where I stood I could see it was a washroom.  A luxurious one but not nearly as wild as this room.

After a moment she looks back through the door, her expression hard with annoyance.  “Well?  Come!”  She points forcefully at the floor beside her.

Despite myself I find myself moving.  “Um, I don’t know what you’ve got in mind but…”  The moment I am in the washroom she slams the door behind me.  Bam!  “Ah!”

“You said you’d do anything?”

“Er, yeah but…”

“I hope you don’t prove to be a liar.”  She faces the mirror.  Reaching up she begins undo her tight bun.

“I don’t know what you think is happening here Mrs. Steele, but…”

“Oh I know exactly what is happening here.”  She says as she shakes her long raven locks free.  “You and Daphne want me to pay for the wedding.”

“I’m here because we were worried!  Because you were sick!”

She looks at me through the mirror.  “Do not lie to me Ronald.  You and I both know that she wants a big destination wedding.  You and I also know that your poor ass is not paying for one.”  Before I can reply to that slight on my dignity she hits me with another.  “A little beta cuck like you has no right being with a woman like Daphne.”

“Excuse me!?”

“Oh shut it.”  She turns around and fixes me with a hard stare, the heat of her fever burning in her eyes.  “I will pay for my daughter’s precious wedding, but only if it’s to a man who deserves her.”

“You know what, Mildred.  Fuck y…!”

“SILENCE!”

My words catch in my throat at the deafening thunder of her voice.

“You will bathe me and put me to bed, like the caring son-in-law you are.”

“Bathe you?”

“And when I am done with you I will send you back to her to plan the wedding of her dreams.”  She says.  “All expenses paid.  I wish for my daughter to have the things she wants.”  She looks me up and down.  “Even if I am underwhelmed by her choices.”

“Y-You’ll pay for the wedding?”

“Is this a difficult concept for you Ronald?”

“No.  No.  But…why a bath?”

“I have soup.  I have juice.”  She says bluntly.  “What I do not have is a man.  It has been too long since I’ve felt a man’s hands on my body.  I wish to feel that again.”

“I-I’m not having sex with you Mildred…”

She throws her head back and laughs.  “Ha ha ha!  You think I would allow a worm like you to fuck my goddess body?  You really are as stupid as you look.”  Crossing her arms over her ample bust she looks at me like I was pond scum.  “If she can’t find herself a real man I hope at least that she found herself an obedient one.”

I knew I ought to tell her to shove that deal straight up her frigid cunt.  And yet…there I stand.  The truth, the terrible truth, was that I wasn’t being coerced into anything here.  Mildred for all her bitchiness, because of it really, was hot as hell.  My interest was piqued.  I had never been under the hard gaze a Domme before!  I loved Daphne to bits but she was just so dang…passive.  The idea of a dominant older woman tantalized and titillated.  The fact I hated her and she hated me only added spice to the sauce.  Daphne did tell me to look after her mom.  It would only be a bit of nudity this one time.  And it wasn’t even my idea.  She would be SO happy to get her dream wedding.  And if we didn’t have sex it wasn’t really cheating…right?  Besides, right now Mildred didn’t have a frigid cunt to shove anything up.

“Is it true?”  I nod to her groin, undeniably curious about what was hidden under that skirt.  “What they say about this disease?”

“You’ll have to show me yours to find out.”  She says.  “Remove your clothes.  Now.”

“MY clothes?  But…”

“You’ll be in the tub with me.”  She says.  “You’ll have to be up close to do a proper job of it.”

“Alright.  I’ll do it.”

“Of course you will.”

Was that a smile?  On her, it was hard to tell.

With my chest out I start at her, showing no fear, as I yank shirt up and off my body before throwing it hard to the tile floor.

“Pah!”  She laughs at the sight of my torso.  “Let your gym membership lapse I see.”

“Pff.”  I roll my eyes at her insult…even though she’d hit the nail on the head.  It had been six months since I’d been to the fitness club and my once fit physique as now soft around the edges.  Still better than old broad like her could ever get though!  I yank my belt open then loosen my button and jerk down my fly.  The bombast would have had Daphne oohing and giggling.  Her mother however stands stony-faced, completely unimpressed.  I tease her with a few flashes of my undies.  “I bet you’re lovin this.”

“Stop stalling.  Strip.”

“Alright then.”  I whip down my pants and step out of them, pulling my socks off as before I stand straight again.

“Briefs?”  She sneers.  “White briefs?  No money, no body, no style.  If you don’t have it where it counts I weep for my daughter.”

“Oh, I got it where it counts.  Don’t you worry about that.”  To back up my bravado…I whip down my briefs in one great motion.  And just like that I’m standing in front of my fiance’s mother as naked as the day I was born.  I do not receive the reaction I had hoped for.

“Oh dear.  My poor Daphne.” Disappointment does not even describe the way she looked at my junk.  It was closer to mourning.  “My poor dear Daphne.”

“What?”  I look down at myself.

“The question isn’t what, it’s how?  How the fuck did you get a woman to accept your ring with a shrimp dick like that.”

“Hey!”  My pride shrivels as my belittled dick swells.  God help me, I liked it.  “Listen here.  What you got here is six inches of all American beef.”

“Six inches?”  She says.  “Are you sure about that?”

“Of course I’m…”

“Prove it.”

“What?”

“Prove to me that my daughter didn’t pick some small pricked pantywaist to be her husband.”  She says, her eyes never leaving my dick.  I blush as my dick continues to grow under her stern gaze.  “Get that little pecker hard and prove it.”

“Excuse m…”

“Stroke it.”  She says, cold and emotionless.  “Stroke that little bitch stick and prove to me that you’re a real man.”

All on its own my hand finds my limp dick and starts pumping.  I glare down at my traitorous hand but it does nothing to slow it down.

“Mmm.”  She nods slowly.  “There might some hope for you after all.”

In total silence with nothing but a fully clothed Mildred’s icy gray stare as fap fuel I stand jerking myself to arousal.  Somehow, someway, for some reason, I manage a full erection in record time.

“There.  See.”  I pull my hand away and flex my pecker to its full glory.  “Six rock solid…”

“That is not six inches.”

“What?”

“Stay there.”  She strides past me.

“What are you doing?”

I hear a drawer open, some rummaging, and just thirty seconds later she walks back into the washroom with a dildo in each hand!  The one in her left was glossy black with a realistic set of balls at the base.  The phallus in her right was just the dick and plain gray, though incredibly realistic with its veins and very slight natural curve.  Neither of them were particularly big or small, just two average dicks.  She marches up to me and jams the dildos in her hands into mine.  She steps back and crosses her arms again.  “Compare.”

“What?”

“Do you have hearing problem Ronald?”

“No but…”

“Compare!”

“Geez.”  I mutter.  Bringing the two cocks to either side of mine I line them up.

“You’re cheating.  The bases must be level.”

“Yeah, yeah.”  I adjust them as she insisted.  The difference isn’t much, a half inch to the black and a full inch to the gray, but unfortunately for me the living flesh dingus in the center was the shortest of the lot.  Worse yet, it was the thinnest as well.  “Well that doesn’t prove…”

“The black one is six inches.”  She states.  “The middle one…is not.”

My cock flexes for all it was worth as if trying to hold her attention.  “Fine, you got me.  Not far off though.”

“As my dear Donald used to say, close only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades.  Ronald, you are a small dicked loser.”  The authority with which she said it sound like a scientific fact.  I might have tried to mount a defense except when she had said the words ‘my dear Donald’ her eyes had floated to the gray phallus flanked to the left of my dick.

“This isn’t…oh…oh no.”

This time she really does smile, her crimson lips parting to let her shiny white chompers shine through.  “We had it made on our thirteenth anniversary.  He might have been a bottom beta bitch, but he was a real man.”

Oh God!  The gray dick touching mine, longer and thicker than mine, was Daphne’s deceased father!  “Gahhh!”  I pull the dildos away from my dick.

She chuckles and takes them from me before I could drop them.  Placing them on the bathroom counter she shakes her head.  “Tsk, tsk, tsk.  Not even six inches.”

“Yeah…well…”

“Draw the bath.”  Before I could reply she punctuates it with.  “Now.”

I grumble angrily under my breath but I do as she asks.  This was so humiliating!  And so FUN!  I couldn’t remember the last time I’d enjoyed myself this much.  As I ponder that weird fact I start the water running into the enormous marble tub.  As I stare down at the slowly rising water I am startled as suddenly Mildred was right behind me, her blouse brushing my bare back.  Her chin above my shoulder she reaches past me to add some sort of scented oil to the water.

“I like it hot.”  She whispers into my ear.

I nod and turn the hot water tap up a half a turn.  As the herbal aromas of patchouli and ylang-ylang rise with the steam I gaze down at my rippling reflection and wonder…why the fuck was I so horny!?  Daphne looked just like Mildred but younger, trimmer, kinder, and with a way better personality.  And yet her bitch of a mother had my fires burning red hot.  Even though it takes a couple of minutes for the bath to be drawn at no point does my dick soften one iota.  Looking down at myself I think, just get through this bath Ronnie and get the fuck out of here before you did something you regretted.

I turn the water off and turn around.  “The water’s rea…GEEZ!”

Just five feet from me Mildred stood completely nude.  Despite knowing the wild side effect that accompanied this flu she had somewhere along the way it had completely slipped my mind and I am left utterly dumbfounded as I see a pair of balls and a slumping cock dangling from her neatly shorn black pubes.  Yep!  The news reports of the colloquially known ‘Man Flu’ were true.  That was certainly a penis.

For her age the rest of her body was really not bad at all.  Just as it appeared through her stuffy, conservative attire her body was, smooth, curvaceous and soft.  Soft in just the allll the right ways.  Full-figured yet not sloppy or flabby.  Her large breasts drooped, but not by as much I would have guessed, and her large tawny nipples still faced forward.  And while her body had its flaws, it was the sheer, resolute confidence in how she stood that made her voluptuous physique much, MUCH more than the sum of its parts.  It killed me to admit it but despite her priggish exterior Mildred was…hot.  A straight up MILF by any standard.

“Is that what you were hoping to see, gay boy?”  She takes a grip of her soft schlong.  “Is this why you stayed, faggot?”

“Hey now!”

“Poor Daphne.  Bad enough she’s got a pin dick pussy as a fiance.  She’s got a closeted one too!”

“That’s not true!”

“Don’t worry your little head Ronnie.  I’ll have the strap-on talk with Daphne.  Maybe you two can figure something out.”

“Strap…on?”  I push her insults and slurs to the side, she was just trying to get a rise out of me, though still I gawk at her new organ.  I’d expected a piece of anatomy grown overnight to look weird somehow, maybe pink and puffy or misshapen, but it looked like it had been there her whole life.  “So its true.  Wow!”

“Wow indeed.”  She croons.  “Now that’s a real cock.”

“Eh, it’s nothing special.  I’ve seen bigger at the gym.”

Her eyes narrow.  “Get in the fucking tub, bitch boy.”

I am smirking as I turn to step into the hot water.  It amused me that I got a shot back on her.

“Oooo.”  I hoot as I lower myself into the hot, lovely scented water.

Mildred approaches the tub, her ample hips swaying like I’d never seen in her before.  Generally she was stiff and prim, suddenly there was some fluidity in her movements.  I scooch up, bring my knees to my chest, to give her room on the other end but she leans down and pushes my knees flat again.  I sneak a cheeky peek at her big pendulous breasts during the second that she was bent over.  Then she stands again and without a pause steps into the tub, her right foot reaching across to come down alongside my far hip.

All of a sudden my future mother-in-law is looming over me, hands on her hips and her brand spankin new cock staring me in the face.  She glowers down on me like she’d just spotted a bit of tub scum that needed to be scrubbed.  I sit there gazing up at her both intimidated and wildly aroused.

“I ought to piss in your worthless toilet mouth.”

“Uh…no?”

There’s a couple of seconds that I am genuinely worried I was about to be pissed on…thankfully that doesn’t happen.  Bending forward she grabs the sides of the tub, her big tits slapping across my forehead, then lowers herself to sit her considerable weight down on my lap.  Not by accident her soft penis smashes down onto my hard one.

“So, you think that you’re bigger than me?  Let’s find out.”  She says as she settles onto me.  Her flesh pressed to mine I could now feel that her fever was worse than she was letting on.  “But let’s make it interesting, shall we?”

“A wager?”

“A wager.”

I take a good look at Mildred’s flaccid member.  Except for the fact it was attached to a female body it really didn’t look so special.  “No fair.  You already know how big it gets.”

“I assure you I do not.”  She says flatly.  “Until you arrived I felt far too retched to be horny.”

I actually believed her.  Mildred was many unsavory things but being a liar was not high on that list.  She was damned proud to bother with petty fibs.  “What do you have in mind?”

Her answer is immediate.  “Smaller has to suck the bigger one’s cock and swallow the load.”

“Woah, woah, woah!  You said no sex!  Oral sex is still sex.”

“I SAID that you would never get to fuck me.  And you won’t.”

“But…what about Daphne?”

She scoffs and twists her hips so that her dick rolled across mine.  “If you are afraid to find out whose bigger…”

“I’m not afraid!  It’s just…”  As I tried to formulate my objection all I could think about was this prideful, arrogant bitch on her knees sucking my dick.  There was no way her dignity would allow her to welch on a bet.  If I won she would see it through and for the rest of our lives we’d both quietly know that she’d blown me.  The thought of holding that over her was thrilling.  It was possible I might lose of course, but looking at her soft dick up close I was confident in backing myself.  Hell, she might not even be able to get it up either because the anatomy was not that integrated or simply because she felt too ill.  I liked my chances and I liked the potential rewards.  What the hell.  I’d never get this chance again.  “Alright Mrs. Steele.  You have yourself a wager.”

“You are so weak.” She laughs.  “Predictable and weak.”

“You won’t be insulting me when you’re sucking my dick.”

“Silly little boy.”  She shakes her head derisively.  “Go ahead then, let’s find out.”

“Go ahead?”

“You think I know how to jerk a dick?”  She says.  “I’ll leave it to the expert.  I’m sure you’ve had lots of practice tugging that sad little micro-penis.”  She gives my boner a hard flick with the nail of her middle finger.

“Mm!  You go too far.”  I say.  “Let’s do this.”

I grab her cock and start to stroke it.  So flustered by her goading I was five pumps in before it hit me…I was jerking off another person’s dick.  Not something I ever assumed I’d find myself doing.  Her thick, luscious, feminine body however made the task far easier.  I lay back to rest against the sloped side of the tub, getting comfortable as this might take a bit.  Pinned beneath Mildred I sit ogling her heavy tits as she stares back at me without a hint of sexual interest coming through, just the splash, splash, splash of my wrist hitting the water’s surface echoing in the room.  As I stroke however I learn that the interest was there.  Her cock was growing.

I’m only about a minute in and that I knew I was in trouble.  I didn’t need to look to know that she beat me on girth.  I could tell just by the feel of her swelling shaft.  Fuck!  Thankfully everybody knew that when guys bragged about size it was always length they referred to so I wasn’t beat yet, but still it bugged me that a woman packing a thicker tool than mine.  Another minute on and I am really worrying.  I knew well what a long stroke of my tool felt like from countless fap sessions and as Mildred’s member began to truly stiffen it suuuure felt as if these strokes were covering more distance.  It is only as Mildred’s blank expression cracks again and I see her smile that I dare to look down at the results.  Fuck.  Not even at a hundred percent and it was clear to the naked eye she bested me by at least an inch.  Hell, she even beat old Donald’s dildo.

“Ohhh nooo.”

“Oh yes.”  She arches her back and stretches in a sultry sort of way.  Peeling my fingers and thumb away from her penis she drags it over mine so that we could both see the grim truth.  As she slides her dick over mine it eclipses it completely.  Hers was at least a quarter inch thicker across and well over an inch longer.  “Look at this beautiful cock.  So much longer and thicker.  That’s a real cock.”  She croons as she swirls her hips to make her dick and balls rub across mine.  “Mmm, feels nice too.  I see why you men are always thinking with these things.”

“Well…fuck.”

She laughs.  “Oh don’t pretend you didn’t know that you were going to lose.”

“I didn’t.”

“With you’re shrimp dick?  You’re either very fucking stupid or I was right and you’ve been REALLY wanting to suck some dick.”

“Uh…uh…oh no!”

“Mmmmm.”  She moans as her bigger dick glides up and down alongside mine.  This being the very first time she’d felt sexual pleasure from a penis I could believe it was an intense sensation.  “This does feel nice.  I can’t wait to feel that sissy, cuck, loser mouth of yours sucking it.”

“Wait!  Wait, wait, wait!”  I stammer, though damned if I saw a way out of this.  Mildred was not the type to show mercy.  I blurt out the first thing that comes to my mind.  “Double or nothing.”

This stops her gyrations.  “Oh?”

“Uh…I…I bet I can last longer than you.”

“Well that is hardly fair.  I’ve never felt…hah!”  She gasps as I take her cock and give it another stroke.  “I’ve never felt these…mmmm, pleasures before.”

“If you’re afraid that a man might outlast you, I’ll understand.”

She peers down on me, her one brow slowly rising.  “Double or nothing, hmm?”

“Yeah.”

“Agreed.”

“Really?”

“A twig dicked chump like you?  Pfff.  Light work.”

“Big talk for…”

“A big dick.  Ha ha ha!”

“Grgh!”  I groan as Mildred slaps my hand away and grabs both of our cocks together and begins pumping hard and fast.

Water splashes as penis rubs penis and hand rubs both.  Her grip was tight, the pace she was setting relentless, but to be fair to her she was making it no easier on herself.  I go to grip her legs but she stops me with withering gaze.  Instead I grab the sides of the tub to hold on tight.  I grit my teeth, tense my kegels, and focus in on adapting to the rough frotting.  Dick on dick, balls on balls, this was gay as hell and I was the only dude in the room.

“This really is a beautiful cock.”  Mildred says as she admires herself.

“Mmm.  If you say so.”

“It is such a shame my Donald is no longer here to share in it.”  For just an instant her frigid demeanor thaws.  “He would have loved it.”  The thaw is over and the ice queen returns.  “That reminds me, I should make a replica while I’ve still got it.”

“Rmm.”  I grunt as I push down the pesky pressure was just starting to build.  “For posterity?”

“For fucking.” She says straight back.  “This cock is perfect.  Not too big and definitely not small.  Right at the sweet spot to truly satisfy, something you could never do to a woman.”

“Hmm.”

That cocky smirk of her returns.  “Maybe I should make two copies.  Now that I know what my poor Daphne has to settle for…”

“What?”

“Think about it?”  She chuckles cruelly.  “Sweet Daphne fucking herself with my dildo.  With this big cock.”

“Oh my God!”

“Getting cucked by your own mother-in-law.  Ha ha ha!  How delicious!”

“You’re sick!”

“Fuck me Mommy, fuck me!”  She mewls in an unnervingly accurate imitation of her daughter.  “Ha ha ha ha!”

“Mrmm!”

Geez!  Wasn’t she feeling this?  I squeeze my muscles which makes my cock flex to its max, her reply is to flex right back so that her dick surged even bigger.  Staring straight down on the action her fat knob made my more conical one look downright feeble by comparison.

I try to shift and squirm but she had me pinned and her hand wasn’t going anywhere.  Redoubling my efforts I let out a little snort and glare at my dick.  Don’t you dare fucking cum first!  She notices my struggles, but I could sense that she was struggling too.

“This is feeling good.”  She sighs.  “Very good.”

“Yeah.”

“I understand so much more about men now.”

“Mmm, real learning opportunity.”  Shit.  Her talking was not helping my concentration.  Doing what I can to act casual while also blocking her out I stay focused on the splashing handjob.  “Hoooh.”

“Getting close, aren’t you?”

“No.”  I lie.

“I hope you’re not going let a woman beat you Ronald.”  She swallows.  “I haven’t even had this thing for a day.  I’ve never even cum before.  You’re going against a virgin here.”

“I’m not going to lose.”

What I hear next is music to my ears.  Under her breath she mutters.  “Fuck.”  At the same time her cock twitches.  With a mind of its own her free hand finds her breast to give it a squeeze, the soft flesh mushing through the fingers in a way Daphne’s smaller bust never could.

“Uh oh.”  I tease.  “What’s this?”

“Shut up!”  She jerks her hand away from her tit.

I laugh even as the pressure below builds and builds with each splashing stroke.  I almost had her.

She licks her lips and swallows, the flush on her cheeks not just from her fever.  “Hmmmm.”

“Don’t slow down now.”  I say as her hand falters.  “Come on.”

Her eyes flare and she fixes them on mine.  “Cum!  Cum you little bitch!”

“Ladies first.”  I try to say suavely but my own orgasm was making it difficult.  “Hmmm.”

“Ohhh.  Ohhhh fuuuck.”  Her voice rises as my tightening balls scream for release.  “Ohhhhh!  Ohhhhh!”  Gone was the bitchy sneer in her voice as it rose in sing-song ecstasy.  Her body and the sound of her nearing climax has me riding the edge.

Biting down so hard I worried I might start shattering teeth I will my dick to just hold out little bit longer.  Just a little bit longer.

She suddenly jerks and lets out a loud gasp.  This was it!  “OHHHHHHH!!!”

I hold it back as long as I can but that wild wail of release sends me over the edge right behind her.  “GNNNGHHH!”

A great rope of cum blasts out to splatter across my chest.  One sticky rope.  Hold on…only one of those cocks was cumming!  I’d been tricked!

The instant my first wad was blown Mildred lets go of our dicks and starts to laugh.  A big loud belly laugh like I had never heard from her.  “Ha ha ha ha!  You’re cumming already!?  Ha ha ha ha!”

“FUCK!”  I grunt and go to at least stroke my nut to completion, but she slaps her hands down over my wrists to hold them there at the side of the tub.  She even pulls her dick away to deny me that stimulation.  “Rrrnngh!”  I groan as ecstasy turns to agony.  We both watch my smaller dick pitifully twitch its way through what was half a normal orgasm.

All the while her laughter rings in my ears.  “Ah ha ha ha ha!”

I shudder and slump back as the jizz slows to a drizzle in just a couple of seconds leaving me spent but wholly unsatisfied.

“That’s it?  That’s your whole load?  Ohhh no!  Ha ha ha!”

“You didn’t let me pump it out.”  I huff.  “Oh God.”

“Oh Ronald.  You poor, pathetic loser.”  She lifts my dick between finger and thumb then lets it flop back to rest.  “Small, a weak load, AND a premature ejaculator?  You are the perfect wimp.”

“Fuck you.”

“Oh no.  No, no, no.”  She waves a finger as a devilish glint enters her gray eyes.  “That wasn’t the deal.  Fuck…you.”  She points that same finger and stabs it into my chest.  “Time to pay up, bitch.”

“Wait…”

She was having none of my stall tactics this time.  There is a sudden splashing chaos and the next thing I knew Mildred had pulled herself up and over me.  The very next second her rock hard cock is jammed into my slack-jawed maw right to the balls!

“GLLGCH!”  I gag as over seven inches or thick cock is rammed through my mouth and into my throat.

Grabbing the edge of the tub in one hand and a handful of my hair with the other she starts hate fucking my mouth with ferocious intent.

“Yeah. Take it!  Take you little prejac beta bitch!  Deep throat that cock like you always dreamed.”

“Glrgh!  Glrgh!  Glrgh!”  Wet, hollow noises gurgle from my throat as Mildred’s balls bounce off my chin.  I grip onto her soft thighs and hang on for dear life.  One question I had never asked myself was, am I capable of deep throating a big dick?  Well, I got the answer whether I wanted it or not.  Pushing all thoughts and doubts from my mind I do what I can to suck, to get this over as quick as possible, but really the way she was dominating my throat all I really had to do is be a hole for her.  “Glrgh!  Glrgh!  Glrgh!”

“Ohhh fuuuck.  Look at you take that big cock.”  Her grip on my hair tightens.  “You little cum rag!  You’ve been keeping secrets.  You’ve been sucking dick all your damn sissy life, haven’t you?”

I was in no position to answer.  Through tear-filled eyes I look up at Mildred towering over me.  Her big breasts bounce and her soft tummy jiggles as her hard thrusts go full hilt again and again and again.  Her thick knob stretches my throat again and again and again as he long shaft glides back and forth through my sealed lips and across my tongue.  Through the discomfort and humiliation one thing shines through brightest of all.  This was so fucking HOT!

Despite Mildred’s confident bravado a couple of minutes ago she wasn’t as far off as she pretended.  All at once and completely without warning she lets go of the tub to grab my head and plow as deep as she could.  “TAKE IT YOU WHORE!!!”

My eyes bulge as she goes deeper than ever before and a moment later I feel the veiny shaft in my mouth and the balls against my chin throb, throb, throb as she dumped her load straight down my throat.  “GLG!  GLG! GLG!”  In thick bursts hot cum oozes down my throat and into my belly.  Held as I am I have no choice but to swallow every last drop of her very first load.  Deprived of oxygen I writhe and whimper but do my best to hold still until her orgasm was done.  No point ruining her fun just for a little thing like oxygen.  I only actually taste the bitter, pungent flavor of semen when she eventually pulls out.

“GAH!”  I gasp as her tip slips from my lips, streams of spunk and saliva pulling away with it in long streamer. “Fuck!”

“Ohhh Ronald!”  She lets out a most blissful sigh as she squeezes the dregs of her load out on my forehead.

I swipe the mess away and swoosh my hand in the water to clean it.  “There.  Are you happy now?”  I rub my brutalized throat.  “Gah!”

“Happy?  Yes.”  She sighs and pets my hair.  “Finished?  No.”

“Huh?”  I peep.

“Double or nothing you said.”  As the hand on my head grips again.  “You owe me two orgasms bitch boy.”

“Oh no!”

“Oh yes!”

There is more frantic splashing of water as she steps out of the tub dragging me by the hair with her.  Slipping and stumbling across the tile floor I and hauled back into the bedroom.  “Ahhh, hahh!”  I whine and moan every step of the way, sounding pitiful even to my own ear, as I scramble to make sure she never had to slow down a step for me.  With a might heave she throws me into the bed face first.  “Rrf!”  My chest and stomach land roughly on the super firm mattress as my dick and thighs slam into the side of the bed.  Bent over and in a VERY compromising position I go to stand up only to pushed right back down again.

“Stay!”

I stay.  “Wh-Wh-What are you doing!?”

“What do you think, slut?”  She says as she strides to a nearby drawer and back again.  “I’m taking this sissy son-in-law ass while I got the tool to do it.”  With one hand she spreads one of my ass cheeks.  “Now open wide for Mommy you fucking BITCH!”  And with that she slaps a copious wad of cold lubricant against my exposed asshole!

“GAH!”  I gasp, followed my a long, deep groan as two fingers are rammed up my ass, lubed as much as it was no amount of clenching could have stopped the penetration.  “GRRRNGH!”

As she finger blasts my virgin anus she spits on it too, more for the degradation than to add extra lubrication.  “You filthy little slut.”

“Hnnnngh!”

Slrk, slrk, slrk.  Her plunging fingers makes the lewdest noises as they piston in and out of my butt.  “That’s it you cock whore, open up.  Atta boy.  Relax that fuck hole for me.”

“Ohhhhh!”

“You don’t even deserve this.  You know that?”

“Hmmmmm!”

“Now Donald, THERE was a real bitch.”  Her fingering gets faster and harder.  My eyes roll back and my toes grip the floor.  “That was a man who looked after his goddess.  That was a man who knew his place and knew how to beg.  It’s a god damn shame I have to waste a cock this good on a pussy ass waste of space like you.”  She pulls her fingers from my hole and slaps my ass, hard.  SMACK!  “But needs must, and right now goddess NEEDS!”

“Ronald…nnngh…Donald…mmmm…what’s one little letter between friends?”

“Shut your filthy hole.”  She jams an extra finger up my pooper!

“NNNGH!”

“Do not speak his name again.  You are not fit to wear his gag.”

“MMM!  Yes’m!  Gah!”  Touchy topic!  Yeesh!  Maybe she wasn’t the heartless harpy I thought her to be.  She clearly still loved the man.

I thought I might get a pause between the ‘double’ but looking back over my shoulder I could see that it wasn’t happening.  She’d just nutted yet her big dick looked ready and raring to go again.  Of course she could get hard again quicker than me.  She was better than me at everything.  What a woman!

I gaze back at this gorgeous Domme with her long black hair with silver streaks and her intense storm cloud eyes behind me.  All this time I thought Mildred a bitch.  But I was wrong.  At least in this room I was.  In here I was the bitch.  I was the bitch and she was the goddess, just like she said.

Something had happened.  Something had snapped.  I hated her, yet I loved her.  After that bellyful of hot sperm I had stopped fooling myself.  I was loving this.  LOVING IT!  Every single fucking perverted second of it.  Without the dick I would have been in my glory.  With it and all of the extra opportunities for dominance and humiliation, I was in heaven.  I’d never had a woman utterly and completely own me like this and now that I had…I don’t even know if I could go back to vanilla sex.  Daphne and I had some awkward conversations in our future.  But that was for another time.

Reaching back with both hands I spread my cheeks wide, inviting this Domme to rail me at her earliest convenience.  I’d never taken anal before but right now, I wanted it so bad!  I wanted to be FUCKED.

“Wellll!  Now that’s more like it.”  The uplift in her voice fills me with pride.  She rubs my buttock then, SMACK.

“Mmm!”

“Maybe there is a proper bitch boy in there after all.”  I tremble as the head of her cock begins to rub up and down my wet, dripping hole.  “Ask for it boy.  Ask nicely.”

“Just fuck me already!”

“You insolent…little…BITCH!”

“GAAAAHHHH!!!”  I howl in ecstatic agony as I am skewered by nearly eight inches of sphincter stretching female cock!  God it hurt.  But it hurt soooo fucking good.  “OHHHH GOD!”

“God can’t help you now, slut.”  She grinds hard into my ass and stirs her hard rod deep in my bowels, her balls tickling mine.  “You’re in goddess’s playground now.”

“Yes!  YES!”  I slam my head down into the mattress, bury my face, and SCREAM.  “MMMRRRRMMMM!!!”

All I could see was the texture of the blanket under me but sight was not needed as the rest of my senses feasted.

PLAP!  PLAP!  PLAP!  PLAP!

When I am not moaning too loud to hear, wet flesh impacting wet flesh, with the squelch of well lubed penetration filling the gaps, rings off the walls of her dungeon.  Across my tongue was still the piquant aftertaste of Mildred’s spunk.  My flared nostrils take in the combined brew of aromas of the harsh detergent she used on her bedding, the herbal fragrance of our bathwater, and the synthetic scent of the medical grade lubricant slathered up and in my ass.

“Rrrrmm!  Rmmm!  MMMM!”  I moan and growl like some wounded beast as the fury of her anal assaults completely overwhelms me.  It was so good!  It was so good!  It was so fucking GOOD!  “RRRRMMM!”

“That’s it you little cock slave.  Take it!”  Smack!  She slaps both cheeks and once then sinks her fingers into them like talons.  “Take that big fuck stick and like it!”

“MMMMMM!!!”  Each barbed word was another exquisite lash across my trembling ego.  “Ohhhh yesssss!”

“Mmm.  Fuck this feels good.”  Smack!  “Ohhh.  This is even better than I imagined.”

Switching it up she changes angles so that she came down more from above then behind, giving her thrusts added weight and impact while also targetting my P spot even more directly.  Her experience with strap on shows.  Though her dick was new she wielded it like a master.  On my best day I couldn’t fuck like this and it wasn’t just because of size and stamina.  She had skill with a cock and a passion for breaking little bitch boys like me.  She wasn’t simply fucking me, she was DESTROYING me!

“OHHHH!”  My cry grows in volume and desperation as that incredible deep plunging cock was tearing me up and beating me down and taking me to places undreamed of.  The things she was doing to my prostate could not be described.  “HAHAHHHHH!  FUUUUCK!”

“Ha ha ha!  Ohhh, you are a fun one.  A shameless dick riding anal slut.  Pathetic!”  Smack!  Smack!  “And you think you’re that man enough for MY daughter!?”  Smack!  “You have one good quality, a tight hole.  And I’m curing you of that right now.  Ha ha ha!”

“OHHHHHHH!!!”

I couldn’t reply to her even if I wanted to.  The relentless, merciless, anus filling, prostate pounding thrusts had my tight balls buzzing and flopping dick leaking precum all down the side of the bed like a loose faucet.  Again, again, again, again the thrusts just never stopped!  As glorious as those feelings were though, this was so much more than the physical.  To be topped, to be fucked, to be penetrated and humiliated and dominated by a member of the ‘fairer sex’…it was EVERYTHING I didn’t know I needed in my life.  She treated me like worthless trash, nothing more than a pleasure hole, and I was reveling in it!

“Gonna…cummmmm!”  I groan as that orgasmic pressure builds again, but in a wild new way I’d never felt before.

“Awww, you’re widdle pussy gonna cum?  You’re widdle man clit gonna squirt all over?”  SMACK!  My ass cheeks were raw and glowing with the sting of her repeated spanks.  “You think I fucking care?”

“GNNNGHHH!!!”  Not even all the way hard my flapping penis starts pumping out cum in long, hard, mind-bending bursts.  “FUUUHUUUCK!”

“Look at you!  Look at you dribble that sad beta seed all over the floor.”  She sneers in total contempt of my very masculinity.  “Better there than in my daughter.  Waste that sad sissy semen.  Fucking bust it all over the floor you bitch.”

Unlike my last agonizingly curtailed orgasm this one was rocking my fucking world.

The agony does come eventually though.  Not from the cessation of stimulation but the continuation of it.  I had cum.  I had blown my nut.  I had spent my load.  And still that thick, ass-destroying cock just…kept…going!

“Hmmmmmm!”  I whimper.  “Ohhhh!”

“Ha ha ha!  Not so good now, huh?”  My anguish only makes her fuck me deeper.  “Feeling a little sensitive?  Ohhh, that’s too bad.”

Her fever-hot body flops down on top of me.  Her weight presses my into the mattress, her soft full-figured flesh seeming to envelope me.  Not satisfied with just that she then hooks her arms under my pits then grabs me round the back of the head to cinch in a tight full nelson.  I could have powered out of it if I wanted to but that sensation of being overpowered and taken was too good to fight.  Pinned and helpless beneath her I moan loudly into the blankets as her hips continue with looong, deeep strokes.

“Mmmph!  Mmmph!  MMMMPH!  MRRRMMM!!!”

“Yes boy.  Fucking sing for me.  Fucking wail for goddess’s big cock.”

I turn my head to free my mouth.  “OHHHHHH!”

“Mmm!  Rmm!”  The beat of her deep thrusts change as technique gives way to biology.  “Mmmm!  I’m going to bust so fucking deep.  You want that boy?”

“YESSSSS!”

“I’m going to paint your insides white.  I’m going…toooo…mmmm!”

“OHHHHHHH!”

“FUCK!”  Not quite the master she thought she was that undeniable impetus to cum overwhelms her before she means it to.  She was human after all.  “MMMMMMM!!!”

Her soft, sweaty body bucking on top of me I lay shuddering and shaking as Mildred’s girth throbs within my stretched hole and her hard pumping cock fills my ass with her hot, sticky load.  It was glorious!  While the physical ecstasy didn’t reach the highs of my orgasm the mental thrill surpassed it, some sort of bottoms joy or pride at serving the needs of their top.  Whatever the reason I lay there taking Mildred’s second ever load with a great big proud smile.

And when it was over…she lets go her hold, licks my sweaty cheek, then plants a surprising gentle kiss upon it.  “Good boy.”

“…ohhhh…”  My weak voice warbles as an afterglow like no other courses through my trembling flesh.  “…ohhhhhh Mrs. Steeeeele…”

She treats me to one more than whispers into my ear.  “If you EVER cheat on my Daphne with anyone else I will cut those tiny bitch dick of yours right off.”  She reaches down and squeezes my drained nuts.  “Not that it would be missed.”  She squeezes harder.  “Do we understand each other?”

“Yes’m!”  I squeak.

“Good.”

“HAH!”  I gasp as she lets go of my testes then immediately pulls her softening schlong out of my gaping ass without a hint of tenderness or mercy.  “Fuck!  Hahh!”

Ignoring my groans of protest she says.  “Now, I need to rest.  This flu is…draining.”

“Ohhh.”  Fuck, if this was what she could do sick…what could she do at full health!?

“You’ve served your purpose.”  Smack!  “Now get the fuck out of here asshole.”

***

Half an hour later I am back home with a stinging ass, a throbbing butt hole and a guilty conscience.  Though, deep down, I am not as guilty as I ought to be.  In fact I felt reborn and renewed.  My experience with Mildred had been AWESOME!  And it was something I might have lived my whole life and not tried had a strong Domme not taken by the scruff and done it to me.  I loved her daughter but Mildred had rocked my soul and broadened my horizons.  I still kinda hated the bitch and I knew there might be repercussions for my infidelity, but no matter what happened now I would always be thankful for her for what she had done.

When my phone rings and I see that it is Daphne my guilt grows.  After a fortifying breath I answer.”

“Daphne.”

“What did you DO!?”

Oh shit!  She knew!  She already knew.  God damn it Mildred.  Had that all been some kind of set up?   What a bitch! “Let me explain…”

“Oh my God Ronnie.”  She cuts me off, her excited voice ebulliently happy.  “She loves you!”

“What?”

“Mom!  Not only did she say that she’d pay for the wedding, she said that I had her blessing to marry you.  Her blessing!  She even said that Dad would have been damn proud to have a man like you as his son-in-law.”

“She said that?”

“Her words.  Damn proud.”  After a pause she adds.  “I can’t believe it.  I just can’t believe it.”

“That makes two of us.”

“Oh Ronnie.  This is going to make everything so much easier.  EEE!”  She squees.  “See!  See what a little kindness can get you.”

I rub my sore ass.  There was nothing kind about what happened back there.  “Yeah.”

“You’re the best Ronnie.  The best!”  She says.  “You want a BJ, you got it.  Hell, I might even let you go back door.”

“What!?”

“You’ve made your fiance a very happy woman today you big handsome stud you.”

“Stud!?”

“He he he!”  She giggles. “Shall I come over tonight or…”

“I can’t tonight babe.”  I say, knowing that neither my guilty heart nor my battered flesh could handle her right now.  “I’ll take a rain check.  After we have a little talk.”

“Ha ha ha!  I can’t wait.”  She says.  “Hey, I guess Mom’s really feeling awful and, well, she was wondering if you could go check in on her again tomorrow.”  Daphne hurries to add.  “I told you that you were probably busy but…”

“No!”  I blurt.  “No…I don’t mind.  I can check on her.”

“You’re the BEST fiance EVER!”

“Erm.”

“Okay, I gotta go.  Have a great night Ronnie.  I miss you and I lov…ahhh choo!”

“Daphne?”

“Mmm.  Damn allergies.” She sniffles.  “Wouldn’t it be something if I’m coming down with Man Flu.  Ha ha ha!”

“Yeah.”  My puckered hole twitches.  “That would be something.”

“Luckily I’ve got a lovin man to nurse me back to health.”

After a moment’s pause I say.  “Yeah.  I’m your man.”

“Aww.  I love you so much Ronnie.”

“I love you too Daphne.”

We say our goodbyes and I set my phone down on the counter and stare at it.  TWO sick women!?  I had my work cut out for me!

The End