Ugly Duckling

Just to make things clear, Melissa does look to be all of her fifty-two years; she would never be confused with a twenty-year-old fitness model. Her face was the beneficiary of floppy hats worn to protect her from the sun since her teenage years and was centered with crystal clear green eyes and broad cheekbones.

Likewise, her skin was in good shape, far more white than tanned. Her body was five-five, with tumbling, thick black hair that she kept well past her shoulders. Melissa's shoulders weren't too broad but looked narrower due to her heavy, dangling breasts. No, her largish breasts weren't as perky as said fitness model either. They sagged the way any woman's tits would have given forty-plus years of existence and the growth that came with birthing two children.

Melissa's torso remained slender until it sank below the ribs, at which point it tapered out to fleshy bell-shaped hips. I couldn't wrap my two hands around her thighs and they had a jiggle when she walked (I was just discovering). Her ass was packed, meaty, and with enough extra fatty tissue to give it a rolling motion when she walked away.

Her knees were old but I doubt she knelt for a single act of house cleaning her entire life and I knew for a fact she did her pet gardening projects outside with a knee pillow to rest on. Melissa's calves weren't those of a cheerleader; they were thicker and not as toned. Her feet were somewhat broad, with long, slender toes and a slightly veiny look. All in all, if Celine looked like this at fifty, I would be a happy man.

Back to the conversation;

"I have those replacements for those bad sensors," I emphasized by lifting up a bag of said sensors.

"I am not inviting you back into my house after the way you behaved last time, you pig," she growled.

"That's fine, because I wasn't asking for permission," I grinned as I shouldered my way in.

"Get out before I call the police," she commanded.

"You asked me into your damn home to fix this security problem," I rumbled.

"Well you aren't getting a dime for it; I asked you to do it last week and you failed. Now get out," she repeated. I put my bags down and kicked the door shut.

"I wasn't planning to take my payment in dimes, Melissa," I sneered. My beloved Mother-in-law stepped up and tried to slap me. I caught her wrist and yanked her close.

"Let go of me, you bastard," she seethed.

"Shut the fuck up," I leered down at her. Her choice to not wear shoes was intriguing as it gave me a serious height advantage.

Her other hand came up so I had to catch that one too. I jerked her around and twisted her arms behind her back while she squawked and screamed obscenities at me. I shoved her several times until we came to that expensive French sofa I had mentioned earlier. I sat down quickly and used that speed to propel Melissa belly-first onto my lap.

"You are going to jail, jackass," she yelled, as she struggled to get free. I held both her wrists in one hand while I used the other to pull her robe up to mid-back, then raised it for what was to come. She howled as my open hand fell on her silk-covered right butt cheek.

"I told you to shut up," I smugly commanded her as her cheek jiggled with the impact.

"Fuck you," she screamed. Smack, smack, smack, rained down the blows. She cursed me after every blow so they kept coming. At the ninth, the sobbing began, and at twenty-one she finally stopped cursing.

"Are you going to behave?" I asked.

"No," she growled; "Never." She cried out in pain as the next two blows fell.

"Shall I keep going? Are you going to shut up and obey me now?" I tested her.

"Yes," she wheezed. I spanked her again and this time she openly sobbed.

"Are you going to shut up?" I asked. This time she kept her thoughts to herself. My next step was to take off her robe; I freed up the sash and bound Melissa's hands behind her back.

She didn't protest the binding but the looks she shot me over her shoulder were filled with loathing. She definitely wasn't pleased by my flipping the lower half of her body off the sofa so that she had her knees on the Persian rug on the floor. I slid off the sofa and positioned myself behind her. I was getting ready to force her legs apart with my hands but the moment I put them on her thighs her legs flew open invitingly.

I didn't mock Melissa at this point because she could still change her mind. Something slow and romantic would have been nice at that moment but that wasn't what felt right. I immediately cupped her gusset and rubbed. It wasn't sopping wet or even all that close, but my touch brought forth a repressed moan from my Mother-in-law.

Moving her panties aside, I slipped two fingers inside the elastic and moved them along the base of her pussy. I corkscrewed those two fingers in and the waterworks began.

"Fuck, that's tight," I commented. Melissa moaned louder so I added, "It is going to be like breaking in a virgin all over again." She growled hatefully at me but the shivering of her thighs gave her true feelings away.

When I started pulling Melissa's panties down she actually pushed up with her toes so that her knees came off the ground until I whisked her underwear all the way off. I quickly returned to stroking her cunt over with my two fingers, working her open with due diligence. I moved to Melissa's side, hand still pumping, and tilted her head so we could kiss.

"I'll bite your tongue off," she snapped. She just had to be a bitch so I hauled off and smacked that ass again.

"Ow," she sobbed. "I hope they have fun with you in prison," she gasped. I spanked her yet again.

"I'll have memories of this," I thrummed her pussy rapid-fire, "and this," I fondled her tit through her bra. "I'm going to love fucking this body all day long, Melissa," I taunted her. "Celine has a dinner appointment so I don't have to be home until nine, so that means a whole lot of pounding your way – slut."

She growled but didn't earn a spanking so I went in for that kiss. It was like kissing a dead fish so a spanking was in order.

"Make the next kiss count," I cautioned her. The next kiss started out lukewarm but once I had my tongue touching hers, Melissa went from compliant to hungry. I used my hand to hold her jaw in place but it had become set. Melissa had twisted her shoulders to make access to her face and lips easier.

I broke the kiss after a minute. She slumped against the cushions fighting for breath but I had no intention of letting her cool down yet. I transformed my fingers in her pussy to a palm on her stomach while my free hand settled under her arms and along her chest. I heaved her up so that her head, shoulders, and breasts leaned over the back of the sofa. Her knees rested on the cushions, and her legs were still widely spread.

Melissa was curious to know what I was planning but her vantage point wasn't very useful. Things weren't made easier for her when I knelt on the floor behind her ass, parted her nicely padded cheeks, rocked her big hips back, and began licking her dripping cunt. Melissa gave a strangled cry of arousal so I redoubled my efforts. I never got to play with her plush ass because seconds later a sensation Melissa couldn't stifle racked her body; she had an orgasm.

"Okay," she muttered, "okay." I think she figured that with one orgasm we were done.

"Now that I've got you warmed, it is time for some serious fucking," I taunted Melissa. I hoisted her up on my shoulder and headed for my goodie bag.

"What...what are you doing?" she panted. I spanked her ass as my first response.

"I have barely begun to use your body," I sneered. "You think you hate me now? I am going to tear you up every which way I can think of."

"No, I won't let you," Melissa managed to get out. I spanked her lightly. This time her noise was more a moan than a cry of pain.

"I want you to fight back, Melissa," I gloated. "It will make your flesh that much sweeter." She growled at that statement but she wasn't fighting too hard as I climbed the stairs and went to her bedroom. Strangely, the comforter had been pulled off the four-poster bed and the sheets pulled back.

I dropped her gently on the bed on her stomach with her ass and legs dangling off the side. I alternated taking off my clothes and stroking her cunt to keep it nice and moist. Melissa looked back at me and was about to say something but saw my own gaze going from her eyes to her vulnerable, red butt and she constrained herself.

"Here it comes, 'Mom'," I warned Melissa as I put a hand on the small of her back and lined up with her pussy. I pushed forward but I wasn't lying about me being large and her being tight. I worked my penis around her a bit but I wasn't making much progress so I pulled her abruptly off the bed.

I put Melissa on her knees facing me. My cock slapped against her cheeks then trailed along her lips.

"Suck me, Bitch," I demanded.

"I'll bite it off," she threatened.

"If I can't use my dick, I'll use a wooden spoon," I countered. "Are you that curious to find out what that feels like?" Melissa shut up and after putting some pressure on her lips with my cock, she allowed it in. I put my hands on her ears and began slowly pistoning my penis into her mouth in slowly expanding strokes.

I wanted to see where I was going concerning Melissa's arousal. I slowed down and she immediately picked up the slack. Soon she was bobbing up and down my shaft with ill-concealed enthusiasm. I could only imagine her cock-sucking skills came from that period of time her late husband was ill and had difficulty performing. At least she got some enjoyment out of that sad time in her life and I wasn't sorry to be recipient of those skills now.

"Mmp mu mimb," Melissa mumbled around my cock. I pushed her head back so that my cock popped out of her mouth. I even wiped off some of the drool off her chin with the back of my hand.

"It's too big," she gasped.

"I finally find something about you to love and you want to stop now?" I chuckled. "Fuck that; get back to cock-sucking, Melissa." She glared hate but obediently took my sausage down her throat again. Indeed, it went down her throat too. Melissa shocked me with her capacity to provide oral pleasure, considering the pain she had verbally showered me with over the years.

My balls were getting ready to boil over and I wanted to do something special beyond the normal shooting down the throat. Melissa's bra was front-latched so I opened her up and waited.

"As much as I would like you to choke on my cum, I've decided to spray it all over these fantastic, fat titties of yours," I teased her. She gave me a baleful glower but backed off my cock until she was holding my cockhead in her lips and tickling the tip with her tongue.

"You had better hope I don't make bail because if I do, I'm going to come back and rape this mouth of yours all night long," I groaned. I swore that Melissa allowed a wicked smile to wrap around my cock. Right as I began to erupt, I forced Melissa to lean backwards while I jacked off all over her fully formed, sagging breasts. I spewed and spewed far more than my normal quantity.

Melissa's face was a mixture of revulsion and slutty desire. I didn't give her time to figure out which impulse was stronger; I picked her up and dumped her on her back on the bed. I flopped beside her, looking over her body lustfully then ran a finger along her hip and waist.

"Get your grubby paws off me, you degenerate," Melissa tried to incite me.

"This grubby paw?" I reached down and stroked her kitty several time before shoving two fingers in deep, "or this grubby paw?" I shifted to a kneeling position, scooped up some of my semen off a nipple and put it to her lips. She put up a token resistance before letting my finger in and sucking it clean vigorously.

I kept up the process of pumping her pussy and feeding her my semen one finger-full at a time. Melissa was making deep, guttural moaning sounds as her legs flopped back and forth as she twitched under my stimulation. She was hot enough and I was rebounding sexually.

"What?" Melissa yelped as I grabbed her far leg and pulled it to me and then over her body. She flipped onto her belly, then slid around so that she was facing the pillows at the top of the bed. I responded with a double spank. Melissa grunted and gave two little, choked sobs. She also remained silent as I pulled her onto her knees with her shoulders pressed down on the mattress.

"I am going to enjoy slamming you from behind," I relished telling the bitch. "I've always wanted this ass...a bit bigger than Celine's but nice and firm." I smacked her right cheek on the side to impress upon her my desire. My penis parted her labia once more and slid an inch in before her walls clamped down.

"You are a horrid animal," Melissa hissed. "I hate you."

"Yeah, I guess I am," I chuckled. "I'm going to pump you full of my seed so what does that make you; my breeding bitch?" I began slipping deeper into Melissa's vagina.

"You are sick...reprehend-...Oh, God...oh, God...deep," she repeated, gasping and spasming.

I plumbed her depths, settled in for a second, and then started pounding her as hard as I could go. I wanted to wear her down but it didn't work out that way.

"Harder, harder, harder," she screamed, then thrust hard back against me. He pussy pulsated around my cock. I grabbed the back of her neck for extra control because I had no intention of letting up now.

Melissa's knees wobbled so I clamped down on her neck to keep her in place for my pelvic slams. Her head went face-down and her hair flowed over her face as she ground her teeth and kept going.

"Damn, Melissa, I didn't think all this soft living had left you so weak," I taunted. That had the desired effect; Melissa gamely kept returning my thrusts.

I lowered my body over Melissa's as I kept up the penetrations. I reached underneath her and grabbed a bountiful handful of breast. Her nipple felt like a rough marble in my palm. My left hand snaked over to her small but very excited clit, which I proceeded to pinch and pull on.

"Come on, Bitch," I whispered to her. "Give up. You know I'm going to fucking break you open. I'm better than you; you are nothing but a stuck-up, frigid cunt."

"Fuck you, you bastard," Melissa exhaled between gulps of air. "You are nothing but a lowlife piece of shit."

"Piece of shit," I joked, "I'm not the one oozing copious amounts of vaginal fluids all over your son-in-law's cock, Melissa."

"You...you forced me," she wheezed. She was close now.

"Hell, yes, I ripped off your clothes and ravaged your body," I growled playfully. "I knew you would never just give it to me; I wanted to fuck you so bad, I had to have you so I took you."

My mother-in-law rammed her hips hard into mine. Her whole body trembled and she screamed with bestial ecstasy with a tenor that rebounded throughout both our bodies.

I returned my grip to her hips. I was getting close and I wanted to pound her as I did so. With every ounce of strength she had left, Melissa kept her ass up as I drilled her pussy, even crying out when I finally started ejaculating more semen into her vagina. I collapsed slightly on top of her, also face down and fighting for breath.

Five minutes later, Melissa finally spoke.

"I despise you more than ever, you arrogant prick," she murmured. I slapped her ass.

"Roll over," I groaned. I sidled up and half-knelt before Melissa, proffering my semi-aroused cock for her to suck.

"I didn't think I could hate you more but I do," Melissa muttered but that didn't stop her from diving on my prick and sucking up my semen and her fluids off of it.

"I am going to make you my whore for the next few hours," I said as I put a hand at the back of her head and forced her to swallow more of my member into her mouth.

A minute into the process I slipped my hand down to her crotch. Seeing the difficulty of my reach, Melissa wiggled her body around, unbidden, to ease my access. It was almost like she wanted me to fuck her again – imagine that. Five minutes later she got her wish. This time I had Melissa in the missionary position, with her legs spread wide. She groaned as I slid my dick in again.

I formulated a plan when I realized Melissa's shoulders and arms were being yanked painfully by being bound behind her back. To alleviate that, I rolled Melissa on her side, fixed her right leg up on my shoulder while I sat on her left one. I kept pumping her for several minutes until Melissa began to drool slightly from the sensation of cock pushing deep into her.

Grabbing her wrists was easy; untying her was made more complicated by the rhythm of our fucking but I managed to pull it off. Her arms flopped down, temporarily useless. I held her leg with one arm but my other one was all over the place. I would press into Melissa's body and use my hand to squeeze a nipple to my mouth, massage her clit, or make her suck my fingers.

I have to give it to Melissa, she is an orgasm machine. I sexed her through another climax in which she bit my thumb, leaving a scar. That was going to be fun explaining to the wife. When she coasted down from that bliss, I scooped her up, still on my rod, and began fucking her as she sat in my lap.

"It revolts me to think of you with my sweet Celine," Melissa rasped right before she wrapped her arms around my neck and engaged in a vigorous game of tonsil hockey with me. She had this issue of self-control – she thought she had some – so I reached down to her anus and gave a little push.

"Ugh, that's filthy," Melissa gasped. "Stop that!" I pushed harder, her sphincter starting to give way. "No, no, no," she whimpered. My forefinger entered her and she squealed. Seconds later she erupted all over me.

"Get...that finger...out...of my asshole, Pervert," she panted heavily.

"This finger?" I teased her, as I shoved it in a little harder. She shook her head. Tears were streaming out of her eyes. I wiggled my finger around a little and Melissa quickly had another orgasm. She came out of that one shaking, crying, and mewling in some sort of unintelligible babble.

I pushed up with one hip, got my leg out from under me, then shifted so that I ended up on my back with Melissa riding me.

"Don't give up on me now," I egged her on. I trust up with my hips. Melissa blinked away the post-orgasmic bliss cobwebs and stared down at me with renewed anger.

Melissa didn't hesitate; she put her hands on my chest, pushed up at the knees and drove her body down hard. She kept repeating the gesture time and time again. I imagined her thighs had to be burning by now. I was half her age and I was getting tired. That look gave me a resolve to hold out for one last orgasm on her part. My fingers plucked and teased her nipple while my tongue and lips began making a sloppy mess of her neck and shoulder. Her ass was still getting a workout too.

I barely finished giving her a hickey on her neck, mainly because it would piss her off, when I felt my balls clenching up.

"I'm cumming," I warned Melissa. She redoubled her efforts even as sweat began to run in rivulets down her body.

"You won't break me, Pig," she ground out. "You won't...oh, damn you," she finished with a howl. This was more a desperate, weary vocalization this time. She wasn't broken but she was close to collapse. Those last vaginal and anal contractions were the final straw for me.

"Here it comes, Witch," I growled. I fired more semen into her womb, though hardly a tidal wave of reproductive fluids. Neither my balls nor I were 18 anymore.

We untangled and fumbled to the head of the bed, on our backs, staring at the ceiling and barely mobile. I was trying to decide if I would tie up Melissa then go get us some food or if I would make Melissa serve me while I watched over her, when Melissa sent a lazy hand over to hit me in the chest.