Steven's first punishment

Still lost in thoughts, I probably had at the same time the bluest balls of the universe because of my mother-in-law stopping me from releasing myself. But on the other side, it was Mabel, that same mom-in-law, who made something clear about what I didn’t even know about myself. Making me realize that I was a mommy-lover. That explained my very hard penis each time I had heard my mom masturbate. And licking my mother-in-law had the same effect. My boner was rock-hard.

“Steven?”

“Yes?”

“Time for test number 3.”

“Another one?”

“Oh, we are just starting, my dear.” Mabel chuckled.

“OK…”

“Are you still hard?”

“Very.”

“Why don’t you put your wiener in my pussy?” my mommy-in-law cooed, spreading her legs a little bit further for me, showing me again her aroused pussy.

“Sure!” I answered excitedly, finally getting my release.

“I want you to last at least 20 minutes, Steven.”

“20?” I asked.

“Yes, 20 minutes.”

I got worried right away; I might not even last 5 minutes.

“OK.” I replied, Mabel not believing me at all.

“If you cum in under 20 minutes, I will punish you, Steven.”

I swallowed, never having heard something similar. First, she called me a good lapping dog, and now this. What punishment did she have in mind?

“How do you mean?”

“If you fail, you can make it up by licking wet cunts. Mine. Your wife's, and so on.”

That is no punishment, I thought, and silently laughed at her punishment.

“Deal.”

“That’s my boy! Now come over here and fuck your mommy's pussy.”

I crawled up in between her legs and pushed my rock-hard dick all the way in. It felt very good to be so deep inside a pussy again. I was about to start fucking her as Mabel interrupted my actions.

“Go ahead, Steven,” Mabel said, “Put it in, fuck your mommy.”

“I am inside you.”

“Are you? Oh my.” Mabel could only reply. “Oh my, oh my.”

That surprised look on Mabel's face triggered me right away over the edge. I spew my swollen balls empty inside her awaiting slit, finally releasing myself, and it hurt just as much as having blue balls. But minutes later, the hurt was gone, and I could only feel a beautiful, drained happiness, my balls finally recovering from all that edging.

"That's it, Steven?” my mother-in-law asked, with an astonished look.

I didn’t say anything.

"OK," Mabel announced, “I am going to wash my pussy, and then you will eat me out, just as we agreed.”

I nodded, defeated, and Mabel went inside the house.

Barely a minute passed, and she came out again, completely naked but for her high heels.

That was very quick, my instinct whispered, Mabel cleaning her pussy. Too quick. But I didn’t listen to the little voice.

As she walked up to me at the daybed, she now stood naked in front of me, her big breasts challenging me. With her hands on her hips, she assumed a very authoritarian pose, her wide stance showing me her fully exposed, glistening slit. I felt a bit intimidated by her naked cunt commanding me. Some kind of female power she had over me, after me cumming so quickly. Her cunt was superior. That is how I felt. A superior, dominating cunt demanding a good long fuck and being utterly disappointed by my less than 60 seconds stamina. A superior cunt would not accept this. For sure Mabel had to punish me. I deserved it.

“Go ahead, Steven, make that pussy of mine cum again, you owe me” Mabel said, standing in front of me and pushing her cunt against my face, pulling my head with both hands against her very damp opening, leaving me no alternative but to lick it. I started lapping her very wet slit, and she must have been very aroused, because just as she had explained to me earlier, she smelled musky, and I was lapping through a very salty pussy. There were enough fluids to simply drink it. Which I did. By sucking and swallowing, I managed to drink all her wetness. Sometimes my tongue found a little thick, sticky glob, and I was so eager to please her that I sucked it all in, without asking any questions.

But I was doing well. I heard Mabel groan loudly as I was feasting on her wet cunt and felt her stiffen up, her breath becoming very shallow. I concentrated on her clit, and moments later she had another mind-blowing orgasm, as she told me later. The new flood of juices was not salty at all, and I enjoyed the taste change towards a kind of sweet, thicker nectar. Once her pussy was “licked dry," she let my head go.

“Good job, Steven. You passed test 3. Tomorrow, we will repeat it to make you truly experienced before I call your wife.”

I felt proud. And hopeful. Perhaps I could win back Lola. Mabel called it reclaiming.

Behind my back I heard the rustling of clothes, and as I looked behind me, my mother-in-law was putting her clothes back on.

In Mabel´s opinion, sitting naked on the porch with only high heels on might be an interesting sight for the neighbourhood, although she didn’t mind, but she wanted to have some more fun with her son-in-law and not get distracted by a possible big cocked neighbour. She wouldn’t mind though.

“Steven, get us some ice tea and bring your wife’s laptop.” Mabel commanded.

I felt bad the instant she told me to fetch that damn PC again. She probably wanted to look with me at other pictures of my wife. 139 folders and we only watched two. But I did as I was told.

“Thank you so much, Steve.” My mother-in-law purred as I brought her the laptop. “I love our little ritual in discovering your wife's naughty pictures, and you telling me what you see my daughter doing in each one.”

I kept silent.

“What would you like to look at today, Steven? Some office party photos? More cruise ships? There are also folders called “Jason I," all the way up to “Jason XXV."

“Mhh... I don’t get it, Steven," Mabel said, thinking about it for a moment. “In five months, we have 20 weeks, right?”

“Yes.”

“You met Lola five months ago.”

“Yes.”

“And here we are, with 25 Jason folders, besides all the other folders, Steven. Did your wife know Jason before you met her?”

“I don’t know.”

“OK. Let’s do this, honey.” Mabel replied, sounding as if we were going jogging. “You pick a folder; it's your naughty wife, after all.” Mabel added, teasing me in doing something I hated already.

“You call that naughty?” I replied.

"C'mon, Steven, my daughter is having just some good-hearted fun. A bit of harmless toying. Nothing to write home about.”

Silence.

“Now pick a folder, you horned little man, I dare you.” Mabel teased me.

I pointed at the “Office” folder. Mabel praised me. “Good choice, Steven. You want to know if your colleagues had a piece of her, right?”

I didn’t answer. Mabel clicked on the first picture and my wife was sitting in a grey summer dress on a guy´s lap facing him. Both had their eyes closed and their tongues were playing with each other. My wife Lola had her mouth wide open, readily inviting him for more. At the same time, she grabbed his large cock outline through his pants, her small hand rubbing him hard. It was Jason´s brother Tom, I recognized him right away. My wife had her dress high up on her thighs and was inviting Tom to discover her cheating pussy.

“Who is your wife mauling?” Mabel asked, in a mocking tone, looking at me.

"That's Tom. He takes care of our garden.”

“So, he is not a colleague?” Mabel asked, wondering about the folder name.

“No, he is not.”

Silence.

“Well, he sure takes care of your wife´s garden, doesn’t he?” Mabel kept scrolling through the pics and smiled. She saw her daughter getting licked, sucking a cock, getting fucked on her back, from behind, riding him, you name it.

“Busy guy, this Tom, isn’t he?”

“Wait a moment." Mabel thought aloud, “That’s your study!”

I looked again at the picture, and I nodded, recognizing the furniture and the printer.

“You wife is mauling a guy in your own house, Steven.” Mabel laughed, finding it too funny.

No wonder she sends him working six days a week, Mabel thought; my daughter's pussy is a very, very busy pussy!

“Oh look, Steven! Here they moved the printer to the side so he can easily access her married butt, and he is fucking her brown hole.”

“The way your wife frowns it seems to me she is getting a hard, deep fuck. What do you think?”

I didn’t reply.

“You know what I like so much of this photo, Steven?” My mother-in-law asked me, keeping eye contact.

“I don’t know.”

“They carefully moved your printer and your PC to the side so he could truly ram her rectum.”

I looked at the photo again, and she was right. Before I could make up my mind, Mabel spoke again.

“They must have had all the time of the world, for a deep, good fucking, don’t you think?”

I kept silent.

“What else do you see in this photo, Steven? Look at the other appliances in it and tell me if you notice something.”

I didn’t understand what she meant and kept scrutinizing the picture. I saw the back of the office chair, the desk, the pen holder, the little desk lamp, the digital calendar, and some newspapers.

“I don’t know what I should be looking for, Mabel.”

“What date is it in the photo?”

“The 9th of August, the calendar says.”

And then I realized it.

My wife was getting butt-fucked on my birthday.

In my own house.

I heard Mabel chuckle as she kept watching me.

“Where were you on your birthday, Steven?”

I stuttered, answering something like “At the grill, taking care of the sausages.”

"Well, both you and your wife took care of those sausages, didn’t she?”

I had an instant boner again, but Mabel didn’t notice it, even if I was wearing tight shorts. Why did she miss that?

Why I was so aroused watching my wife sinking her married cunt on a stranger's cock I didn’t understand, so I wanted to try something with the guidance of Mabel, but before I could ask her, she interrupted my line of thoughts.

“But something is missing, Steven. You met my daughter five months ago. That’s roughly 150 days. But we only have 139 folders?”

I nodded, not knowing where this was going.

"Could you send Lola an email and ask where those missing 11 folders are? Perhaps she is keeping the best for herself? That wouldn’t be fair to you, right, Steven? And don’t tell me she didn’t fuck anyone in those two weeks.”

"Really?" I asked.

“Oh yes, Steven! And if you are really lucky, your wife has videos from those two weeks. Imagine all the pictures we saw of your wife, but with sound. Her lustful moaning as she gets penetrated by a long shaft. The labored grunting of your wife as she tries to welcome a fat knob deep inside her married cunt. Oh Steven, I am getting wet already!”

Silence.

"Get me those videos, Steven." Mabel purred in my ear, giving me an even harder boner.

To be continued.