That question got answered when, as she finished the licking, and without looking directly at me or her daughter, she laughed. She meant it for me an... she knew I’d seen it. Again, my cock jumped. And I wanted that tongue. Christ, I wanted to lick it. As I inched back toward the kitchen, unable to remove my eyes from my mother-in-law, she reached down, got her purse, took out a cigarette and lit it, and then when she’d taken a deep drag, turned her head toward me, exhaled long and far. He looked down at me. "You okay?" he asked, wiping a tear from my cheek.I started to nod, but the belt stopped me. "I want" —slap— "this bitch"—slap— "to suck you off." Each time he hit me harder."Stop!" Brian shouted. Abruptly, he let go of me and moved around the corner of the bed just in time to stay the next blow. I collapsed on my side in a fetal position and watched. "You will not hit her again," my ally said, holding his opponent by the elbow.I couldn't see his face, but I had a clear. I wound that strand around my finger, almost all the way up to your lips, but stopped, and reached around, giving you my finger to lick.“Taste your pussy,” I said. “Your juices are on my finger even though I have not touched you there yet.”You licked my fingers greedily, the way I liked.“Fuck me, Stefano!” you exclaimed. “Fuck, don’t be fucking mean. Fuck my cunt now.”“No, no, no,” I said. “It doesn’t work like that, but I do love you begging. I decide when I will fuck you.”I reached down and. Every single waking moment was spent thinking about burying my cock deep inside her as I sucked on her tongue. Monday morning came. I was up early, which surprised my parents, who were just leaving for work.As soon as they left, I showered, changed, booked an Uber, and was off to her house. I hastily made my way up to her flat and rang the doorbell. The door opened, and there she was, as gorgeous as ever. She was wearing a loose blue t-shirt and sweat pants.The outline of her perfect breasts.