My Mother-in-Law Thinks I Was Peeping

"Hey Matt, I just got off the phone with my mother. She would like to come for a visit. Is that cool with you?" Robin asked.

"Sure, honey, that's fine, when?"

"She was thinking next week, I don't have any vacation time available, so you might be at home alone with her some."

"Um, okay, I have to work too," I replied. I work from home, but I won't be able to entertain her mother.

"Yeah, I know. I feel like I need to warn you, she can be a bit of a bitch. She's still pretty angry about her divorce from my father, she kind of hates all men."

Gee, that sounds great. This just gets worse and worse. I'm going to be trapped at home with a man-hating woman. Still, I have to put up with it. Robin is such a great wife. We've only been married a couple of months. I thought it was a little soon for a visit, but what the hell? Robin is so hot, I would do whatever she asks.

Her mother, Margaret, showed up a week later. She's loud and obnoxious, almost the exact opposite of my sweet Robin. It's hard to believe she's her mother. About the only thing they have in common is big tits on a skinny body. Robin's mother might even have bigger tits than Robin. But other than her big tits, she's one annoying, loud woman.

I pretty much hid in my office for the weekend. The three of us went out to dinner one night, and her mother ignored me and talked with Robin. That suited me fine. I don't have much to say to her either, the non-stop bitching is just boring to me.

When Monday rolled around, Robin had to go into the office, and I was left alone with Margaret, so I just stayed in my office. I heard her up, and about somewhere around nine, I decided to go to the kitchen to see if she needed anything.

"Good morning, Margaret. Can I help you find anything?"

"Good morning, Matt. Where are the frying pans?"

"That drawer down there," I pointed to a drawer next to the stove. She bent down and opened the drawer, her robe opened, and when she stood, I got a good look at her big breasts. I quickly averted my eyes, but I think she caught me looking. I waited for her to start ranting at me, but she didn't, she went about making her breakfast.

"If you need anything, I'll be in my office," I said, and I got out of there before anything else went wrong. I went back to work, and I didn't hear anything else from her. I wasn't sure what she was up to. I had a couple of calls to handle, a quick video conference, and the next thing I knew, it was lunchtime. I logged off my system and made my way downstairs to grab some lunch.

As I walked down the hall, I heard something strange. I thought maybe it was Margaret on the phone, but as I walked by the bathroom, I realized it was her singing in the bathroom. The door was open, and the room was full of steam. I peeked in to see her standing in front of the mirror naked. Buck fucking naked.

Holy shit, what an amazing body. Very similar to Robin, but with even bigger tits. I froze in my tracks. I knew I should move on, but she looked so good. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. I felt my cock getting hard in my shorts.

"Hey! Why are you watching me?" she demanded.

"I wasn't, I was just walking by, and I heard you singing."

"You weren't walking by, you were staring at my naked body, you fucking pervert! I can see your erection."

"No, I swear..."

"I saw you staring at my breasts this morning, too. Get in here, right now!" she yelled at me. She was still completely naked, and she wasn't covering up. It was just nuts. I was about to run away. I didn't see any way this would end well.

"I mean it! Get in here right now and take off your clothes! If you don't get moving, I'm going to call Robin and tell her what you're doing."

"Take off my clothes?"

"Yes! You saw me naked, I want to see you naked."

"But ... but ... I was just walking by. You need to stop this."

"I'm not messing around, do it right now!"

I didn't know what to do; if I ran, then she would tell Robin, and that could become a real problem. I figured my only option was to do as she asked and hope that she kept it to herself. I walked into the bathroom and pulled my shirt off.

"Your shorts too!" she demanded.

I pulled down my shorts, and my erection popped up as the shorts came off.

"Look at your erection, I knew you were staring at me, you pervert." She was pointing at me as she spoke. What a crazy bitch. "You fucking men are all perverts, I can't stand any of you, you make me sick!"

She was ranting, standing in front of me and yelling at me. I stood there cursing my erection. I was trying not to look, but her breasts were swinging around as she yelled. It was kind of hot, my cock was still rock hard.

Suddenly, her hand shot out, and she grabbed my balls. I was so surprised I didn't even say anything at first, I just stood there with my mouth open.

"OHHHH! FUCK! MY BALLS!" I groaned as she began to squeeze them. Who knew she was so strong? Pain flooded my body.

"Margaret! Stop!"

"No, you need to be punished for staring at me. Fucking pervert."

"Margaret! MY BALLS!" I nearly cried as she pushed her thumbnail into my left ball. The pain was overwhelming, and I soon dropped to the floor in agony. Margaret stood over me, looking down in disgust at my writhing body.

"I can't believe you would have the nerve to be peeping on me. You are turning out to be a horrible husband," she complained. I didn't answer her, I couldn't, I could barely breathe. She continued to rant on about what a pervert I was and how disgusting I was. I caught my breath and tried to get up on my hands and knees.

"I should tell Robin to divorce you right now, no use wasting time on you," she ranted on.

"No, you should shut up," I said, "None of your bullshit happened, I just walked by the bathroom, and you left the fucking door open. You crazy bitch!"

Well, that was a mistake. Margaret took a quick step around me and then kicked my balls from behind. She managed a good, strong kick, and she nailed them. I dropped to the floor like a sack of potatoes. Well, like a sack of potatoes with two of the potatoes kind of mashed and beaten to a pulp. You get the idea.

As I lay groaning on the floor, she took her foot and pushed me onto my back, then she pressed her foot on my cock and balls.

"I've had enough of your excuses," she said. She jammed her foot down on me with each syllable, her heel on my balls, and the ball of her foot on my cock. "I expect better behavior from now on!" She pressed hard on my cock and balls, a bit extra at the end of the sentence for emphasis, and of course, that's when I came.

"Oh fuck!" I cried out, my battered cock suddenly blasting cum onto my stomach as she mashed it. I squirmed under her foot as I unloaded. She looked at me with anger.

"YOU FUCKING PERVERT!" she nearly screamed. She kicked at my balls, the pain mixing with the orgasm.

"OOOH! FUCK!" I groaned, I curled up on the floor to protect myself, my hand grabbed my cock, and I squeezed my cock to finish my orgasm. It was an incredible orgasm, so painful but so powerful, I couldn't help moaning as I finished. She was still ranting on about what a pervert I was, but at least she stopped hurting my balls. I looked up at her. Her mouth was moving, and her tits were swinging. I looked at her pussy, and I knew I wanted it. Uh oh.

This is getting fucked up.