{"loaderData":{"4":{"story":{"id":"48db16e9-fb5c-4785-aa0c-dd5a0c60f134","seriesId":null,"seriesName":null,"currentUserId":"00000000-0000-0000-0000-000000000000","added":"2023-02-06T18:12:29.959Z","title":"No More Fighting","slug":"no-more-fighting","shortId":"97miDpK7","authorNote":null,"disclaimer":null,"type":"Short","paidUrl":null,"synopsis":"Frank comes home and finds his mother-in-law in his house, uninvited. This is the last straw.","partCount":1,"parts":[{"partId":"c67c98d6-1f95-40d5-9c55-5a43da2b4434","title":null,"summary":"\n\n\tMy mother-in-law Brenda stood\nin my laundry room, crowded by folded stacks of my t-shirts\nand my ","wordCount":1612,"readTime":8,"number":1,"state":"Published"}],"currentPart":1,"contentTitle":"Chapter 1","content":"

\n\tMy mother-in-law Brenda stood\nin my laundry room, crowded by folded stacks of my t-shirts\nand my pants and my drawers, carelessly eyeballing the\namount of detergent she poured into my washing machine.\nI'd told Jasmine before and after we'd given her mom a back-up key\nthat it was a bad idea, that she'd see it as an invitation. And there\nshe was in my house, in my laundry room, pretending she didn't see me\nstaring her down from the doorway.

\n\t“Did Jasmine ask you to come\nover?” I finally asked. \n

\n\t“I thought that\nwas your car I heard pulling in. I'm doing laundry, honey,”\nshe said. \n

\n\t“So you're here\nunannounced,” I said, my tone tighter. “Again, without me or\nJasmine being here.”

\n\t“Can you pass me that lil'\nbox of those dryer sheets over there?”

\n\t“Stop ignoring me. You're in\nmy house, messing in my shit. We've asked you countless times not to\ndo this, man. This is NOT your--”

\n\t“You don't have to raise\nyour voice at me, I heard you. Y'all are the one that gave me a key,\nFrankie.” She continued to fold my laundry, refusing to look my\nway.

\n\t“I knew it! I told Jasmine\nyou'd see that key as an invitation to come and go whenever. I need\nthat key back, Brenda.”

\n\tShe dropped the t-shirt she\nwas folding and faced me, a hand on her hip, and said, “Well I\nguess I'm just the worst mother ever. All I was doing was trying to\ngive you and Jazzy a nice lil' surprise to come home to.”

\n\tMy eyes snapped open. “Are\nyou serious right now? No one asked you to do that. No one asked you\nto come to our house and do our laundry, rearrange our stuff, or\nthrow away shit you think we\ndon't need!”

\n\t“Don't raise your voice at\nme, I'm not--”

\n\t“This is my fucking house,\nand I'll talk as loud as I fucking want in here. Are you even real?\nWhat sane person actually acts like this? What kind of normal human\nbeing thinks what you do is OK?”

\n\t“I\nam a mother,” she\nsays. “I like being a mother, and I like helping my babies. I\ndon't see nothin' wrong with that.”

\n\tI let out a long sigh.\n“What...? Brenda, what does that even mean? You practically broke\nin here, and you think you have the right because you have a spare\nkey? You invade our privacy, over and over again, getting in\nthe way of plans we make, getting in the way of sex – wait, you\nknow what? Fuck this. Give me the spare key.”

\n\tBrenda stared at me with her\nbrows knit for several long seconds, then reached in her back pocket\nfor the spare key. I snatch it from her a moment later, and Brenda\nscoffed.

\n\t“I honestly can't believe\nI'm getting treated this way,” said Brenda.

\n\t“I'm tired of explaining why\nwhat you're doing is inappropriate. Please leave.”

\n\tShe turned back to the\nlaundry. “At the very least let me finish the laundry.”

\n\t“Please leave, Brenda.”

\n\tShe\nshook her head. “You are so\ndisrespectful.”

\n\t“Suck my dick,” I say.\n“How's that for disrespectful?”

\n\tBrenda turned to me again.\n“Well, Frankie, if that's what'll get you to stop being so angry, I\nwill.”

\n\tI forget how to use words.\nWhat did she just say?

\n\t“I'll suck your dick, I'll\nfuck you – whatever you want,” she said, as if answering the\nthoughts in my head. “I don't want us to keep getting into spats\nlike this, it's tiring.”

\n\tI swallowed hard, wondering if\nshe'd planned this. Work would keep Jasmine for the next several\nhours, after all. What signs had I missed? Dropping by is one thing,\nbut I'd never witnessed a seductive glint in her eye, or a deviant\nsmile flash across her face until now.

\n\tSuddenly I considered her\nheavy, bright-red lips. I observed her top's generous neckline,\nshowing off pillowy, creamy-white cleavage. She's got the mom bod\ngoing, but she fills out nicely around the hips and ass and thighs.\nLike Jasmine, just chubbier. I realized I'd fuck the hell out of\nBrenda.

\n\tBrenda\nwent to her knees, working at my belt buckle. I froze, watching her.\nI could feel my cock getting heavy, draining all the blood and good\nsense from my brain, and pressing against my khakis. What is – how\nis this happening? I snatched myself away, back slapping the wall\nbehind me. \n

\n\t“What are you doing?” I\nsay, my voice as shaky as my arms and legs.

\n\t“I'm trying to make things\nright with you, dear.” Brenda walked to me on her knees, and\nfinished undoing my pants. My cock throbbed fiercely, and sprang out\nwhen she freed it from my boxers. She made a pleased sound.

\n\t“You have such a lovely\ndick, honey,” she says. Brenda's hand strokes my length slow,\nstaring up at me with mischief in her smile. Her warm, wet mouth\nswallowed every inch of me, making Play-Doh out of my knees. The\nvisual alone made me want to shoot off in her throat. God, my\nmother-in-law's throat. She bobbed back and forth, tongue slathering\nmy balls each time her nose brushed my pelvis.

\n\t“Oh\nfuck!” I holler.

\n\tBrenda gasped for air. I\nlowered my eyes to find her staring up at me with her oddly matronly\nsmile, brushing soft lips against the slick underside of my penis.\nHer touch battered my lower half with shivers, and fed her my cock\nagain. She happily slurped me back into her throat, submitting to the\nunforgiving rhythm of my hips. I fucked her mouth and her gleeful\neyes never stopped watching me.

\n She gasped for air once more,\nrising to her feet, then pulling her leggings down to her thighs. I\nfollowed her lead, and we were bottomless in seconds. Moments later I\nhad her bent over the washer, rubbing my swollen bellend against her\nclit.

\n\t“Sick bitch,” I say\nthrough my teeth, dragging my hips back. “Fucking your son-in-law.”

\n\t“I am a sick bitch, son,”\nshe says. Hearing her call me son makes my cock twitch. “I want to\nmake you happy, so I'll do anything.”

\nI drive my hips forth again,\nand Brenda moans.

\n\tI'm in a haze. I'm not\nthinking about getting walked-in on by my wife, or the neighbors\nhearing us. I didn't care if it was wrong, or sick or whatever you\nwant to call it. What mattered was the moan Brenda made, feeling my\ndick slide against her pussy. What mattered was the squeaky gasp she\nmade when I finally entered her, the way her pendulous breasts\njounced free of her top, and her deep, gutteral pleas for me not to\nstop.

\n\t“Yes,” she growls. \n

\n\tI palmed, as best I could,\nboth her bubble-shaped cheeks, and drove deeper. I took it slow, but\ndeep, nudging at her cervix with every thrust.

\n\t“Faster,” she breathed.\nAnd I did.

\n\t“Harder,” she said. “Yes,\njust like that.”

\n\tFistful of silver hair, I\ntugged her head back and pounded her. Our bodies clapped together,\npiercing through the roar of the dryer beside us. Brenda howled as an\norgasm trembled through her, I felt her walls squeeze and shove me\nout, followed a gush of liquid that sloshed my thighs and feet, and\ndown the front of the washer.

\n\tI stroked myself, allowing\nBrenda to recover. She turned to face me on those thick, quivering\nlegs, and I lifted her onto the washer. Her thighs swung open, and\nelectricity raked over the nerves in my gut. I wondered if I had the\nself-control to pull out down the line.

\n\tBrenda's thick legs wrapped\naround me when I entered her again. She watched me stretch her hole\nand a long cry escaped her. Her clit, hooded and swollen, spasmed\nexcitedly as I pumped into her over and over, fighting the urge to\ncome too soon.

\n\t“God your pussy feels so\ngood,” I say.

\n\t“I need your cum, Frankie.”

\n\tMy thrusts were long, slow,\nand hard. “Fucking bitch, you think you deserve my cum?”

\n\t“Please, honey, give me your\ncum!” She lifted her top and bra over her large breasts, and cupped\nthem in her well-manicured hands.

\n\tMy hips move faster. “You're\na slut.”

\n\t“Ohhh\ngod, keep fucking me\njust like that! Keep talking nasty to me!”

\n\tI go deep, smashing her\ncervix. \n

\n\t“Fucking slut, mom. Fucking\nyour daughter's husband. Begging for his cum like a real whore.”

\n\t“Oh my god,” Brenda cried.\nShe was leaned back on her elbows now, head thrown back. “Just …\nlike … that.”

\n\t“Every time you show up\nunnannounced like this I'm gonna tear your pussy up.”

\n\t“Ohhh – I'm gonna cum on\nyour dick!”

\n\t“Cum, bitch,” I growled.\nHer pussy gripped me something fierce, and holding back almost became\nimpossible. She was so wet, so nasty.

\n\tA moment later her walls\nsqueezed me out, and she hosed my t-shirt with her juices. I slapped\nthe underside of my cock against her clit a few times before shoving\nit back in her pussy, fucking through her orgasm.

\n\tBrenda screamed like she's\nbeing murdered. \n

\n\tThis time I gripped her\nthighs, pulling her into my thrusts, stretching her open all over\nagain. Leaning in, I kissed her lips and she kissed back, whimpering\nas I slammed into her cunt.

\n\t“Fuck your mother good,\nFrankie,” she breathed, her hand cupping my cheek. “Fuck your\nmother good. Give her that cum, baby.”

\n\tI started getting close. She\ncontinued whispering nasty shit to me, calling me her son, driving me\nnuts. She kept begging for my cum, and I desperately wanted to give\nit to her. I wanted to fill her up. I wanted to see it ooze out of\nher hole and onto my washer. \n

\n\t“Fuck! Fuck me, I'm gonna\ncum,” I warn her.

\n\t“Cum inside my pussy. Don't\nstop till you cum inside my pussy.”

\n\tI exploded, howling in\npleasure. I trembled, and my dick spasmed inside her pussy. I let out\na quivering moan as she squeezed her walls around me again, milking\nevery last drop of cum out of me.

\n\t“I'm\nalways going to be here for you, Frankie,” Brenda says, and kisses\nme on the cheek. I just stood there, my cock still inside her, taking\ndeep breaths.

\n\tAs the haze of lust lifted,\nthe horror of what we'd just done loomed in my head. I pulled away.

\n\t“You have to get out,\nBrenda.”

\n\tShe hopped off the washer, and\nstepped past me to gather her clothes off the floor. “I mean it,\nFrankie. I'll always be here. And I'll always make you happy. Jasmine\ndoesn't have to know.”

\n\tI didn't say anything. \n

\n\tBrenda got herself together,\nand left. I sagged even more on the washer when I heard her car\nleaving the drive-way.

\n\t“I just creampied my\nmother-in-law,” I said to myself, staring at the wall. And as\nhorrible as I knew that was, I knew I was going to do it again.

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