For a second I thought my mother-in-law's husband, Ed, could have taped a porn film onto a regular tape to conceal it in plain sight (which would have...been a bit too clever for him actually), then it hit me. That red hair, pale milk-white skin, it was Ann my mother-in-law, the destroyer of my marriage and sex life sucking that huge black appendage."What to do?" I wondered at the moment. This was an opportunity for blackmail (pardon the pun). But first I carefully copied the tape onto DVD,. ” I said, staring at her beauty shamelessly.“You naughty!” She said and threw a towel at me. “Go take a bath. Let’s have breakfast together.”I went into the bathroom, and immediately, my eyes fell on the pile of clothes mom had just removed. I picked up her panty and smelled it. I could smell the musky scent of her pussy juices and her sweat. I spent the next 20 minutes, jerking off to her panty.“You took an awfully long time to bathe,” mom said, winking at me. She was wearing a plain pink. But to get back to the original subject, if you want Jessica to respect you, then you've got to take responsibility. Tell her no. Let her get mad at you. Work things out."Tim looked at me as if I'd asked him to stick his hand into a pit of poisonous snakes."Do you have any idea what I could lose?" Do you know what you'd be gaining?" I'm going to have to think about that one," Tim said."Good. In the meantime, tell me if you have a problem with the two of us being together." Together, no. Alone. You would never believe that he could suddenly become so dominant and do such things to us as he had done.Mom poured him a glass and made general conversation. I could see that Peter was waiting for a moment to take things further with us and seemed to be getting Mom in a relaxed mood first. An hour and two bottle of wine latter, Peter bought up the topic of our kitchen session two mornings previously. He asked Mom he she liked my fucking her arse and both he and I filling her knickers with two.