Mother Succumbs to Fiancée

I had my daughter, Rose, when I was in my early twenties. We look very much alike and are often mistaken for sisters and sometimes even twins. That does make me feel very good. Rose had been seeing Marcus and telling me much about how wonderful he was. We arranged a dinner for her to introduce him to me and my husband, John. The dinner went very well and he was everything that Rose said he was: wonderfully handsome with an equally wonderful personality.

We cleared the table to get coffee and dessert ready. This gave us a change for a quick chat in the kitchen. "He's wonderful, Rose."

"Oh, I'm so glad you think so, mom. You'll then be happy for me to announce our engagement over dessert?"

"Absolutely. Just one little question, though. Is he as wonderful in bed as he is at the dinner table?" Rose looked at me in surprise. "Your father is a wonderful man too. But I'm afraid to report that he is a bit lacking when it comes to the bedroom, shall we say. There's lots of cake but not much icing."

She blushed a little and then smiled. "He has given me the best bedroom entertainment I've ever had. Sex is not only icing on the cake but the cherry too. In fact," she looked slyly, "I would say the sex is the cake. He makes me feel so glorious and utterly satisfied. He's an absolute maestro at playing a woman's body. I don't know how he's learned to make me feel so, so, indescribable." Rose glowed as she said this. Not something I ever do when talking about John's abilities in bed.

"Oh, that's wonderful. I'm so happy for you." With that we headed out with coffee and dessert.

John, too, was happy for them and we had a lovely little celebration.

Over the next few weeks we saw more of Marcus. I found myself staring at him more and more. And thinking of what Rose had said about him in bed. My sex life with John was slow, to say the least, and very tame when we did have it. I once tried to get him to experiment and liven up our sex life but he felt more like a wet noodle than hard shaft.

So one day I found myself accessing Rose's phone to get Marcus's phone number. With heart beating, I called him. He was surprised by the call. I tried to sound natural and relaxed. I said I wanted to meet him to talk about getting married to Rose. He agreed and we set a date for me to come his place. I didn't really know what I was going to do, how far I wanted to go with him or even what to say. I couldn't stop myself from wanting to have a taste of what Rose was getting.

I found myself going up the stairs to his flat at the appointed time. Like him, the flat was in very good taste, very clean and a joy to be in.

"Thanks for seeing me. I do want to let you know I'm so very happy for you and Rose. I am looking forward to you two getting married. I just want to chat about a few things. You know, wedding arrangements, plans, etc."

He just looked at me sternly. "No you don't, Jill. You don't want to do any of that." I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "You're over here to get sex. I see how you look at me. I can see you're a bored housewife with a wimp of a husband. You're willing to steal my number from your daughter and cheat on your husband in the hope I will satisfy your chronically unmet urgings for satisfying sex."

I was flattened by this. I could feel myself turning ever deeper red. "Young man, I've never been so insulted in my life. To think that of your future mother-in-law is utterly appalling. Whatever do you think I am!?!??!"

"Jill, I think you're a sex starved slut. Feel free to call me again if later decide you agree." With that he pushed me out the door and closed it in my face.

I stood there in utter shock. I couldn't possibly go back in. And I certainly couldn't tell anyone what just happened. I turned around and went home a conflicted mess of emotions. He was right that I wanted sex but not that I was some kind of slut. I shuddered at the thought.

We saw each over the coming weeks. I was very nervous about what Marcus would do. However, he acted as though nothing happened, that I had never visited him. This only made things worse. I wasn't falling in love with him, certainly. But I was becoming ever more envious of Rose. She looked so bright and happy. And when we talked alone, she mentioned how their "bedroom activities" were changing her life.

It wasn't long before I found myself calling Marcus. "Hello, Marcus, I was wondering if I could stop by again and um, um, talk about, um, um things." My heart was beating wildly.

"Certainly. But we will do it at your place." He was kind but firm.

"I don't think I can..." He cut me off.

"Find a time when you're the only one home. I will come over then."

I took a deep breath. "Look, can't we do something." I couldn't finish the sentence as he hung up. Once again I was insulted but also excited by talking to him. I called back but he didn't answer.

This was torture. I couldn't possibly leave a message. As much as I didn't want to do anything with him in our house, I was desperate to do something with him. Thus, when an opportunity arose, I texted him with a time and date. He didn't reply. Not knowing if he would come added to the torture.

I got myself cleaned up and ready to impress at the appointed time. I became more anxious as the time approached and then almost distraught as the time passed. I was about out of my skin when I heard the doorbell ring 30 minutes after the time I offered. I ran to the door and was overjoyed to see Marcus.

"I thought you weren't coming. I'm so glad to see you. Do come in."

He walked by my without saying a word and as if he owned the place. I closed the door and followed him to the living room. I knew what I wanted from him but not sure how to get it. Yes, I would be cheating on my husband and daughter. But I'd be getting what they couldn't ever offer.

"Marcus, I'm not at all sure how to go about this, but I do want some civility and even tenderness our interactions."

He looked at me expressionless. "Take off your clothes."

"What!" I couldn't get over his boldness and directness.

"Take off your clothes. I want to see if you're worth fucking."

"How can you be so crude! Surely you don't treat my daughter like this?" I was beside myself with rage.

"Your daughter is a lovely woman who wants to get married to me because of who I am. You're a slut that wants me as a sex toy. I'll not have that. So off with the clothes now to show that you're the sex toy or I leave."

I looked at him in horror. I could feel my body shaking. "Don't you ever call me that again, young man. I may want to have a quickie affair with you but I'm no slut. Get out of this house, now!"

He immediately did so. Once again, I was mass of nerves and emotions. I couldn't bare thinking of myself as some common-variety slut. But I also knew how much I was missing from my husband. And every time I saw Marcus I could feel my vagina twitch and heart beat increase. I was getting ever more desperate. So desperate that after a few days I found myself calling him.

"Please don't hang up," I pleaded as soon as he answered. I sounded like a whining school girl desperate to please her more mature boyfriend. "I need to talk to you. I can't..." He hung up.

My mind started to spin. What on earth was I supposed to do. I had to explain myself to protect some of my dignity and stop myself from getting dragged into the gutter. But every bone in my body wanted to feel his body on mine; to feel him inside me and get some of the pleasure that my daughter enjoyed and my husband never gave me.

I looked at the phone seemingly forever. Desperation got the better of me. I called him back. "Sorry," I heard myself saying, "this is your slut speaking. I was wondering when I can see you again and if you have any instructions for your slut to carry out." It was all I could do not to cry.

"That's much better and just the way it should be." I sighed with relief. "I will come to your place next Tuesday. You are to be naked as soon as your husband leaves and stay that way until I arrive."

"And when will that be? I need to know so," and he once again hung up. He was being so cruel. I couldn't stand it. But then I couldn't stand not being under his control.

The next few days passed in a haze. I was terrified that I had let myself submit to a man. I was ecstatic that I would soon get what I longed for. I once again tried to have sex with John in the hopes that this would make me realise the mistake I was making. It only heightened my desire to have sex with Marcus. No, I needed to admit to myself, to have him fuck me silly as his sexy, slutty toy was I desperately wanted.

The fateful day arrived. As soon as John left, I did as instructed. It felt very odd to be naked in my own house. I tried to putter around, clean, read but I couldn't keep still for long. I could feel the excitement raising in my vagina. I had never felt so excited about the thought of sex with John. It was a new experience and definitely put me on edge. Eventually, I decided to put on a robe. It would be easy to take off as soon as the doorbell rang but I would feel "normal" in my home. That did the trick and I calmed down and was able to do things to pass the time.

The doorbell rang about midday. I rushed to it, looked out the window and was disappointed to see it wasn't Marcus. I opened the door to see what the man wanted.

He looked at me. "I've been told to give this to you." He held a blue and a black envelope. There was no name or address on the envelope. He handed me the black one.

"Sorry, what is this? Who's it from?"

"Don't know. I was just told to deliver it," and off he went.

I closed the door and opened the envelop. My heart dropped as I read it.

You are not naked so have been a naughty slut. Sluts who do not follow instructions get punished. The punishment is that I will not come today.

Sluts who are discovered not doing what they're told need to be monitored until they prove that they can be trusted to follow instructions on their own. Before you ask me to come again, you must find a way for me to monitor you when I have given you instructions. So as last time, you are to provide a date when I can come. While you wait for me to arrive, you are to again be naked once your husband leaves and stay naked until I arrive. This time, though, you must set up a system where I can monitor you until I arrive.

There was no name, sign-off or courtesy in the letter. I hated that and wanted to bash him for treating me this way. But then I also desperately wanted what my daughter had. God, I only had my robe on. I had followed his instructions otherwise. I immediately got my phone and called. He wouldn't answer. Oh how I hated this. I got properly dressed and tried to get on with my day.

I was almost oblivious when John came home. I did my best to get Marcus out of my mind but my carnal desires always overpowered my reason.

"John, you're pretty much up on these things. Is there any technology that allows you to monitor what goes on in a house when no one is there?"

John looked at me blankly. We rarely talked about technological things. "Well, there's all sorts of things on the market. Why on earth would you want something like that?"

"Oh, I was thinking of things Marcus and Rose might want for a wedding present."

"We got that mini-web cab a couple of years ago to monitor things in the garden. It was quite easy to use. You just had to go to its web site for a look at what it was filming. You hated it and put it away somewhere."

I had forgotten all about that. "Oh, that's right. Probably not a good idea then." My mind went into overdrive. I spent the next day looking for it and found the thing just before John got home. I spent the next day reading how to set it up. I didn't understand how it worked but it was very easy to use. Just turn it on, link it to your home WiFi and you could see what it was looking at. It even held the images for 48hrs in case you wanted to save them to your hard drive. There was a warning about it being open access so anyone could look at it if they found its address. As I was only giving the address to Marcus, I didn't see that as a problem. Everything was in place. But did I really want to do this? To admit I was an untrustworthy slut subject to whatever Marcus wanted, and being watched while doing it? This was getting too weird.

I knew he wouldn't answer my calls. So I had to wait for an opportunity to corner him in person. It came about a week later when he and Rose stopped by for a visit. I manoeuvred Marcus so we were on our own but I knew it would be only short time so had to be quick.

"Look, Marcus, this is getting a bit weird for me. Can't you just come over one day and fuck the shit out of me? I'll anything you want." I was surprised at my language. "This one-way communication and, I don't even know how to say it, treatment of me is degrading. I'm going to be your mother-in-law, for god's sake. Surely you should treat me with some respect. I will happily do things for you to make fucking me enjoyable and worth your while, but I need to at least discuss what you want and let you know when I'm uncomfortable and that maybe you shouldn't ask to do certain things. This talk of punishment and monitoring is a bit threatening and certainly degrading."

He looked at me without any expression. "Look, you're the one who wants to cheat on your husband because you can't get enough from him. I love, respect and want to be with your daughter. I'm not going to cheat on her with another woman. But I will fuck the shit out of a slut who presents herself to me, mother-in-law or not. We need to be very clear about that. You either control yourself or I control you. There's no halfway house. My way or the highway."

I took a deep breath. "I understand that," I said weakly. "I just need reassurance from you. I've figured out a way for you to monitor me. I need to know that you respect me and my daughter enough not, not, not to..."

He smiled. "My way or the highway." And with that he left me alone in the room.

Oh god I hated how he just left me in limbo. He did, though, really understand me. I did my best to control myself but soon gave in. I spent the next day trying to figure out how to set up the camera so that it would always monitor me. It was the size of a phone so I was able to attach it to selfie stick which I attached to a hat. I set it up so that it captured of view of my naked back. I didn't want it to show off my front if it was going through the web. I must admit, I was shaking with fear and anticipation. Pins and needles were going through my body. I even had sex with John that night to dispel some of the erotic energy the day had created. To my surprise, it only made me long for Marcus more.

I called him the next day. We agreed the time and date quickly. "Okay, now let's see how I will monitor you."

I gave him the address and put on the hat. "Not good enough." I started to ask what he wanted but he cut me off. "I want to see your front."

"Why? Surely you can see it's me, that I'm naked and that I'm in my house." He hung up. I screamed at the dead phone but knew it wouldn't do any good. I switched the camera around on the hat so it showed everything below my head. I called him back.

"How's this?"

"I want your face shown as well." He hung up immediately.

I just stood there in silence. I spent the next couple of days struggling with the idea that my naked body would be recorded and stored for 48 hours. I didn't think John would even think of accessing the camera. But it was the thought of the chance of it happening. Or Marcus taking the film and somebody else seeing it. I realised I didn't need to tell Marcus about what the system could store. The fear made me want to stop but also made me not want to stop. I was being transgressive and transgressed. If only John had something to offer I wouldn't be in this place. The tension once again led me to having disappointing sex with John. He seemed pleased with the uptick in attention but it was doing nothing for me.

Thus, when the day arrived, I found myself taking off all my clothes, setting up the camera so that my whole body was exposed, and trying to do normal chores around the house praying that Marcus would come sooner rather than later. My body become more excited as the time passed. Eventually, I couldn't stop myself from fingering my pussy. I hadn't done this in years. It felt lovely but did nothing to relieve the tension spreading through my body.

I was getting more desperate to feel something plunging into my sopping love canal. We didn't have any sex toys in the house. John wasn't imaginative enough for that! I then had a thought in my overly active brain. I went to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. Yep, they were thicker than what John could muster but not so much so that I would be worried about using one. I slipped a cucumber into my vagina. The bumps only heightened the sensation. My knees just about buckled from the surge of energy that went through my body. I pulled it out and head back to the living room.

I sat myself in the chair, spread my legs and looked at the camera. I couldn't believe what I going to do with potentially Marcus watching, and maybe anyone else who happen on the web site address. But that seemed to only heighten my anticipation. I slipped it in and sent a shock through my body again. My held fell back as I twisted the cucumber. The bumps sent a delightful tickle through my body. I gently extracted the cucumber to my soothing moans. I did this a few times, ignoring the longer I did this the more chance someone would be watching. Finally, I couldn't hold myself back anymore. I moved it in faster so that my clitoris rubbed against the entire length. That did it. I was glad I was alone as I sent out a scream like I'd never had. The orgasm hit me like a ton of bricks. I never knew it could feel that good. My body shuddered for several minutes. I left the cucumber in place as my muscles pulsated around a good hard, thick object.

As I came down from a Himalayan high, I slowly removed the cucumber. That provided an unexpected shiver through my body. I just sat there for several more minutes savouring the sensations. I looked at the cucumber wondering what to do with it. There was a delightful fragrance coming from it. I had always wondered what a women's love juices tasted like. Should I or shouldn't I?

A smile started on my face. "Why not," I said aloud.

I brought it up to my mouth and started licking it. The taste started my heart racing again. I couldn't believe I was doing this and even more surprised at how much fun I was having. I could feel twitching in my vagina again. I reached down with my free hand to stroke my clitoris. That felt great. I knew just where I wanted to be stimulated and did it ever so gently. I pushed the cucumber all the way into my mouth to get every last bit of my love juices. I gently squeezed my clitoris and set off another gut wrenching orgasm. The cucumber stopped me from screaming again only raising the excitement in my body.

Two orgasms in one sitting was a very new experience. And one I would happily repeat. But not now. I just wanted to sit and allow my body and senses to enjoy the best orgasms I'd ever had.

After a bit, I looked around wondering what to do. The doorbell rang. I slowly got up, assuming it was Marcus. I set the cucumber down and headed to the door. It was him and he had a smile on his face. "Glad to see you're following instructions this time. You can take off the camera now."

That hit me hard. I had completely forgotten about that. It was on my head but I can safely say I was off my head with post-orgasmic contentment. I did as he said, though I could feel myself turning red as I realised that I had been watched by the camera.