The Daughter In Law

I reached back and rubbed my hand up and down his hardness. Then I got an idea.

Dropping to my knees in front of him, I unzipped his pants and fished him out and into my waiting mouth. “Shit baby, fuck.” I took my time playing with his balls as I let him deep throat me. I’ll have to fix my hair since he was making a mess of it but that’s ok.

The phone rang but I kept going. He didn’t want to answer but the person hung up and called again. I had no doubts as to who that could be. He looked down at me as if he expected me to stop. I just opened my mouth and showed him the string of pre cum on my tongue before I tongued his cockhead. When I heard ‘oh hi mom’ I swallowed that shit down my throat again.

I almost laughed my ass off at the strain in his voice as he tried to carry on a conversation while I worked my throat muscles around his cock.

“Mom I can’t talk right now I gotta…shit…no sorry…mom I gotta go.” I could hear her annoying screech from down here. He hung up the phone and grabbed my head with both hands. “I want to cum on your tongue.” He pulled out of my throat and shot off on my tongue. I swallowed like the good girl that I am before getting to my feet. I wasn’t done there though. I shimmied my thong down my thighs and stepped out of them. Running my finger through my sopping wet pussy I lifted it to his lips before stuffing my soaked underwear in his pocket. I hope she comes in close for one of her monsterly kisses and smell pussy on his breath tee-hee.

“Let me…”

“We don’t have time, you know your mom hates to be kept waiting, let’s go captain.” Yeah, think about that all night, how she kept you from eating the pussy, hahaha.

I made sure we were touching the whole way in the car to the restaurant. Mom and dad were just pulling up in their rental when we got there. We were gonna sit in the lounge and have cocktails until our table was ready, that was the plan.

“Oh Damien thank you ever so much for getting us reservations at this place, you know how much I love it here. You’re such a considerate boy.” He beamed at her praise as we were led to a booth.

Not long after, Beelzebub’s twin came in with her evil spawn Cruella DeSil. I said hello to his other sister first as she sidled into the booth on the other side of me. We were seated with mom and I flanking Dami, something I knew his momsie would not like one bit. The stern set to her jaw was a dead giveaway that we had hit our mark.

“Why Mabel you look amazing in that dress, what a flattering color on you.” Mom was all peaches and cream as dad and Dami stood until the ladies sat.

The conversation started off lightly enough with everyone exchanging pleasantries and asking after each other’s happenings since the last time we were all together like this. I knew it wouldn’t be long before she started her shit because she just can’t help herself.

“Well Vanessa it seems you’ve found something else to do with your days since I can’t ever seem to reach you anymore.”

“Well you know, Damien just came home after being gone for so long, I think I need to spend all of my time on him for now. We have so much catching up to do.” Choke on that you putrid twit. I made sure to lean my head on hubby’s shoulder with a big smile on my face. She didn’t like it too much when he kissed my hair and whispered in my ear. Bet she was just dying to know what was said.

Mom kept the conversation going after that and it was soon time to head to the table.

As soon as we took our seats and opened our menus the witch started again.

“Damien why did you choose this place? You know I absolutely hate it here. The food is so…European.” She sniffed like that was a bad thing.

“Mom likes it here.” Oh shit, did he just call my mother mom in front of Stalin? Shit’s about to get real. I caught her glare in my direction because obviously it’s my fault that her grown ass son calls my mother mom. She could be pissed because I still call her Ms. Spencer. In the beginning when we’d first met and I thought she was halfway to human she’d told me to call her mom. I’d felt so special and welcomed then. That was before the claws came out and she started nitpicking everything I did, or criticizing my every decision. The woman even wanted my husband to deposit his checks in her account for safekeeping. Apparently I was not to be trusted.