Mother-in-law Wars

An even more massive shit storm hit when we informed Merriam, we had already consummated the union a year earlier. Charlie intervened and overruled Merriam. Karen and I were allowed to go to my apartment to spend our wedding night in private. That night was the start of a ten-year love/hate relationship between my mother-in-law and me. I loved Karen, and Merriam hated me.

Before I elaborate on all the things, Merriam and I did over the next ten years to harass each other. I had better give you more background on my courtship of Karen. This will also give you some insight into why David wasn't happy about me dating his little sister.

After I had dated Karen for about ten months, I stopped by her house one afternoon unannounced. I was used to just walking in by now like I was a member of the family. The front door was unlocked as usual, so I walked in without announcing myself. I couldn't find Karen in the kitchen, so I walked back to her bedroom. I was frozen in my tracks. I found David and Karen naked in the middle of her bed, fucking like two minks. I couldn't take my eyes off their erotic coupling.

They were so involved that they never knew I was there. I watched silently as Karen's brother shoved what looked to be eight or nine inches of hard cock into her soaking wet pussy. I had to admit David sported a bit more cock than I was packing. Karen was so wet I could hear her pussy sloshing and his balls slapping against her bare bottom. She had her heels buried against his thighs, pulling herself up to meet each thrust he made into her. I don't know why, but I wasn't jealous. I was intensely aroused. Incest was something that always intrigued me. It may have been because I had always wanted to fuck one of my older sisters. The sister I was sexually attached to was five years older than me. And the prettiest girl in our small-town high school. She was a cheerleader and had been elected homecoming queen several years in a roll.

I unobtrusively backed out of Karen's bedroom and quietly made my way out of the house. As I neared the front door, I heard Karen scream, "Oh my God, David! Please don't stop! I'm cummming... again!"

I tried to tune her screams of pleasure out, but she followed with, "Faster... harder... just don't stop fucking me, David!"

I needed to get someplace private and relieve my throbbing erection because I was on the verge of dumping my load in my jeans. I never told them or anyone else what I had witnessed. I had fucked several girlfriends in high school but never got the chance to fulfill my incestuous desires to have sex with my beautiful sister, Maggie. Incest continues to turn me on. Although I never got the opportunity to fuck Maggie, to this day, I would really love to fuck her. I came very close once, but that's another story I may tell you about sometime in the future.

While Karen and I had cleared our sexual histories, she told me she had always been very popular with the opposite sex. And I don't know or care when Karen willingly gave up her virginity. She failed to mention anything along the lines of having sex with her big brother. I loved her more than life itself, and if she had to fuck her brother, I was willing to share her as long she loved only me.

Guys still hit on her all the time, and she good-naturally flirted back. Eat your heart out I would smile to myself, she's mine. I realized before I ever asked her to marry me, I was going to have to accept the fact she was more than I could handle sex-wise. I was already under her spell and concerned that a refusal to allow her to partake in her extra-sexual needs with David could jeopardize our relationship. I loved her and was willing to let her have her sexual trysts as along as she returned to me afterward. I was proud to have her as my girlfriend and then my wife. I feel confident she will always return to me.

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Karen's parents owned a beautiful vacation home on a large lake about an hour's drive from their primary residence. It could comfortably sleep five or six couples. In the summer, most weekends were spent at the lake house. I was grudgingly invited because I was now a son-in-law. That first time I went, they had also invited three men from Charlie's office and their wives to join them. Merriam took every opportunity to embarrass me. When each couple arrived, she directed me to carry their luggage up to the couple's bedroom. This happened with each arriving couple, even though the husbands were capable of carrying their own bags. I obediently complied each time, but I was searching my brain for a way to retaliate.

Charlie and I grilled steaks that night while the guests relaxed with beer and wine on the outdoor deck. Each time Merriam saw that a guest required a refill, she instructed me to fetch it. I was treated more like a servant than a member of the family. When I looked at Karen for help, she gave me that "Please don't make a scene" look. I noticed that Merriam had a favorite pair of house slippers. They were low heel white furry slippers that appeared to be very comfortable and very expensive.

The next morning when Merriam and the other women went down to the lake for a swim, I crept up to her bedroom and filled her furry slippers with molasses. I relaxed with a book and waited for her return. When the girls returned from their swim, Merriam made sandwiches for everyone and then headed to her bedroom. About five minutes later, I heard Merriam shriek, "Oh my God! I'm going to kill that worthless bastard!"

Everyone, including myself, rushed to see what had happened to cause that reaction from Merriam. She was sitting on the edge of her bathtub, trying to clean the molasses from between her toes. Her expensive white slippers were in the waste can. Merriam's eyes were tossing daggers at me.

"How could something like that happen," I innocently inquired. "You don't suppose we've had intruders in the house?"

I heard Charlie snicker and head back downstairs. I got the feeling he was enjoying the little war going on between Merriam and me. The rest of that weekend, Merriam went out of her way to avoid me. I felt victorious, but I knew Merriam was plotting her revenge. I didn't have any idea what it might be, but I knew I had really angered her.

That vengeance came about two weeks later. I had to fly to Chicago with a short layover in Memphis. I booked my flight early so I could avoid the long lines at the airport. Merriam had called the airline posing as my secretary and changed my flight itinerary to a layover in Atlanta, a much more congested airport. There was no way to change it on such short notice. She booked me a short layover, knowing I could never make the connection in an airport as busy as Atlanta. I missed my connection in Atlanta and didn't arrive in Chicago until after midnight. Merriam also changed my hotel reservation to a non-confirmed reservation. That meant I lost my luxury suite and had to settle for a downgraded room near the ice machine and elevators. Needless to say, my sleep was interrupted throughout the night when someone scooped up a bucket of ice or when the elevator dinged each time it stopped on my floor.

I pretended that nothing had gone wrong with my trip. I could tell Merriam wanted me to whine about the mix-up, but I wasn't about to let her have the satisfaction of gloating. The next weekend was the last get together at the lake house before the season would get too cold to enjoy the lake activities. I picked up some itching powder in a novelty shop in Chicago. I went to Merriam's bedroom and found her new bikini swimsuit and sprinkled a robust amount in the gusset. Everyone hurried down to the lake. This time I went along to witness the fun.

I noticed on the walk down to the lake Merriam was starting to squirm and look around. I was hoping she had figured out that I was responsible for her discomfort. We had lounge chairs lined along the waterfront, and I chose one near my sweet mother-in-law. I didn't want to miss a minute of her agony. I could see her face turning red, and she was beginning to sweat. I almost laughed when she tried to scratch her itchy vagina stealthily. She placed a towel over her lap, and I could tell by the movement of her arm, she was scratching the hell out of her pussy. Several times I caught her glaring at me.

Apparently, an itchy pussy also causes nipples to become erect. I chuckled to myself knowing, I was getting an unexpected bonus by seeing Merriam's hard nipples poke against her bikini top. Merriam's nipples looked to be so hard they might ultimately push through her bikini top. I had to stop watching because I was starting to get an erection. I decided to take a dip in the cold lake in hopes my erection would ease. I dashed to the water and dove in, swimming a short distance from the shore.

Five minutes later, I was joined by Merriam. She was using the water as cover to scratch her irritated pussy. I could tell she was really digging at her snatch. I had a smirky grin on my face. Merriam swam over to me and growled, "You no good, worthless bastard!"

"What on earth are you talking about, Merriam?' I couldn't hide the delight in my eyes. I felt I had scored a great coup.

"You son of a bitch! I am going to make you regret you ever knew me," She growled through clenched teeth.

"Too late, Sweetheart, I am already past that point," I laughed.

"You just wait, asshole. This is going to cost you big time," My angry mother-in-law threatened.

I noticed she was still vigorously clawing away at her pussy. It had to be on fire and raw by now. I snickered and said, "You seem to have an itch of some kind, Merriam. Would you like me to help you scratch it?"

"Fuck you, asshole," she snapped!

She was angrier than I could ever remember. She was passionately angry.

"This is one pussy I guarantee you will never touch. Not in a million years. Not ever!"

Merriam swam to shore, and I watched her dash up the hill. I was hoping to see her scratch her pussy again, but she disappeared into the lake house. I was delighted this little trick had gone so well. I was happy and, at the same time, had an ominous feeling I was going to live to regret it as Merriam had threatened. I honestly wasn't looking forward to her retaliation this time. Merriam has a very creative mind, and I was a bit anxious about what she might choose as retaliation.

Over the next few months, Merriam and I kept our contacts to a minimum, and when we did meet, it was uneventful. She totally ignored me. She didn't even have an abusive slur or anything. It was as if I didn't exist. Halloween night, Karen took our children over to Merriam's to "Trick or Treat" in her neighborhood, and I stayed home to watch a stupid Halloween movie. I didn't get to see much of the film because I was busy answering the door to little "Trick or Treaters." I didn't care because the movie was more comical than scary.

Thanksgiving Day, we were invited to Charlie's and Merriam's home for a delicious meal. Merriam had gone all out, preparing a turkey with all the trimmings. My mother-in-law spoke only a few words with me, and when she did speak, they were polite words. I kept waiting for her usual sarcasm, but it never came. I was beginning to think I had unknowingly stumbled into the shadows of "The Twilight Zone." I was sure she had her payback ready to spring on me. The conversation around the dinner table was pleasant and eerie as far as I was concerned.

Merriam served coffee as she and Karen cleared dishes from the table. Charlie and I chatted as Merriam served the dessert. It was my all-time favorite chocolate cake smothered in a creamy chocolate sauce. Merriam served everyone but me and then sat down to enjoy her dessert. I thought, okay here it is, payback will be me not getting dessert. How juvenile is that on her part? However, before Merriam ever took a bite of her dessert, she looked over at me and said, "Oh, I'm sorry, Sean, I thought Karen had gotten your desert. Wait just a minute while I get yours."

When Merriam returned, she placed my dessert in front of me and smiled, "I know how much you enjoy my chocolate desserts. I made this especially for you."

That was my cue, she's done something to my dessert, and I was not going to let her get away with it. I should've guessed that tonight would be the time she'd seek her revenge. She had gathered a great audience to watch me get my payback. I turned the tables on Merriam and shoved my dessert toward her.

"You don't want your dessert, Sean," she grinned?

"I know what you've done, Merriam," I laughed. "Just how stupid do you think I am?"

"Whatever do you mean, Sean," she huffed? "Surely you don't think I've done something to your dessert, do you?"

I crossed my arms across my chest and shook my head yes.

"I did no such thing, and I can prove it," she bellowed. "Would you like for me to take a bite of your dessert?"

I shoved the dessert closer to Merriam and said, "No! I want you to trade desserts with me," I smirked. I wasn't going to let this bitch make a fool out of me.

Merriam sat red-faced for a minute and then pushed her dessert to me then pulled my dessert in front of her. I waited to see if she would indeed eat it just to make me look bad. Everyone held their breath and watched as Merriam took a bite and said, "Mmnnnn... delicious as usual."

I felt like an idiot but started shoveling the dessert in my mouth. Merriam was correct. The dessert was as delicious as always. Merriam didn't say a word to me for the rest of the evening. On my way home, I kept wondering if Merriam's payback was making a fool of me in front of my family? At about three o'clock in the morning, I woke up with stomach cramps and realized the payback was happening right then. I rushed to the toilet and shit like an elephant. I was in and out of the bathroom several times before morning. Merriam somehow knew I would insist on swapping desserts, and she played me just like a fine violin. "Touché!"

Christmas would be our next big family get together. Slowly but surely, an infectious thought crept into my mind and refused to leave. It was a way that I could solve all my problems at once. I could teach her I was through taking her abuse, and at the same time, help me become a stronger man in the eyes of my wife. It was also an idea that was bringing out the devil in me. I was her son-in-law, but she treated me with disgust. I was a talented young man and a good husband to her daughter. My mother-in-law had been hostile toward me from the very start. But around her friends, she had a great personality along with many other attractive qualities.

As a plan formulated in my head, I could feel my excitement grow. It was making my cock twitch to think about the effect it would surely have on my mother-in-law. I knew I had to be just as deceptive and devious as Merriam had been with the chocolate dessert to insure; she falls into my trap. Every year on Christmas Eve and New Year Eve, we made a toast with eggnog. I started collecting my sperm in a jar and touting a special homemade eggnog that was made with secret ingredients. I told everyone my eggnog was an old family recipe passed down through the ages from my Great, Great Grandmother. I think you get the picture of what I had in mind.

By the time Christmas Eve rolled around, I had collected a fruit jar full of my sperm and kept it hidden it away in the freezer in my garage. I went to the grocery store that afternoon and bought two pints of their regular eggnog. I poured them into a half-gallon plastic jug that had previously held milk. I thawed four ounces of my sperm and put it in a four-ounce bottle I bought at Target.

Karen and I had volunteered to host Christmas Eve dinner at our house so we wouldn't have to take the children out on Christmas Eve. An excellent dinner was prepared by Karen. It was delicious. We enjoyed pleasant conversation during the meal and then gathered around the Christmas Tree for our annual toast. I poured everyone a mug of eggnog. Even the children because there was no alcohol in it. And I served it on a silver tray. The mug that I doctored was placed on the tray right in front of me. I served Merriam last and made sure a mug of eggnog was on her side of the tray when I presented it to her. Merriam first reached for the mug nearest her like she was going to take it, but then smiled at me and reached across the tray for the one in front of me. I almost giggle with excitement, but didn't.

The toast was made by Charlie, and everyone took a big swallow of my special home-made eggnog. I noticed a sudden shift in cues from Merriam's body language when she tasted my unique blend. Things were working out better than I had expected. The sternness was gone from Merriam's face.

Merriam glanced at me with a somewhat surprised smile on her face and sighed, "Mmnnnn... this is really good. Sean."

I didn't expect that response from her. I smiled and said, "I'm glad you like it, Merriam. I would be glad to pour you another mug if you like."

She looked at me with a warm smile I had never received from her in the time I had known her. Merriam returned to letting me be her servant and handed me her mug for a refill. I quickly refilled her mug and returned. I also assured her there was more where that came from. Luckily, four mugs were her limit because I didn't thaw enough sperm for a fifth mug. I filled everyone's mug with eggnog to exhaust the supply. That way, I would have an excuse for not giving Merriam more if she demanded it.

About ten minutes before my in-laws left for home, Merriam pulled me aside and said, "That really was good eggnog, Sean. Would you mind giving me the recipe?"

I shook my head no and said, "It an old family recipe that been in my family for generations."

"Well... aren't we family now," she countered?

"I don't know, are we?

Merriam looked at me like she was getting pissed. I didn't want to set her off on another cycle of revenge. I wrinkled my nose and said, "Let me think it over, Merriam. I should check with my sisters before I give it to you."

Merriam smiled and said, "Let me know what your sisters say, but be sure to bring plenty of that eggnog to our New Year's Eve get together next week. I want to toast in the New Year with your delicious eggnog."

My mother-in-law was out the door before I was able to reply. Our New Year celebration was scheduled to take place at my in-laws, so I had to keep my secret recipe out of Merriam's hand for another a week. After our New Year's Eve celebration, I planned to let my eggnog sham die with the new year.

New Year's Eve, I showed up at Merriam's house around seven o'clock with my usual half-gallon jug of the fake special eggnog. I brought enough for her to have her usual four mugs of eggnog and hoped she would be too drunk to tell the difference if she wanted more before midnight. The children were at home with a babysitter.

When I prepared to serve the first round of eggnog, I saw a problem almost immediately. We always drink our eggnog on New Year's Eve with a shot of bourbon mixed. Merriam usually did the same, but this year she didn't want to risk ruining the flavor of my uniquely blended recipe by adding bourbon to her mug. That took care of my hopes of her getting too drunk not to recognize a difference if she exceeds her usual four mugs. I decided I would have to find a way to improvise if that happened.

My in-laws and I grazed the buffet table nibbling on hors d'oeuvres, finger sandwiches, slices of fresh fruit, and raw vegetables while watching people on TV welcome in the New Year across the nation. We drank a toast starting with Time Square in New York and then another toast when Chicago rang in the New Year. Just before the celebration reached our time zone, Merriam was demanding I get her another eggnog. She had already exceeded her four mugs. I was near panic. Then it struck me. I took her mug and rushed down the hall to the bathroom. I dropped my trousers and began pumping my cock like a madman.