A short story from the sizzling hot Filthy Quickies series.
Mike's getting married, but his fiancee's mother doesn't approve. The morning of his wedding, she comes to clear the air and ends up getting the spanking she's always wanted. He might not like her, but Mike's very happy to punish her for her bad behaviour. Let's just hope her daughter doesn't find out.
Contains a naughty MILF mother-in-law getting the spanking she deserves and a sexy son-in-law getting the steamy sex he didn't know he wanted.
This short story is roughly 3,200 words long and is not intended for readers under the age of eighteen.
I woke up this morning to a knock on the door and leapt out of bed, sure that Laura had changed her mind. When I opened the door, it was Mary. She looked me up and down and blushed bright red. Did I forget to mention I sleep in the nude? I jumped behind the door as she put a hand up to cover her eyes.
“For god’s sake. Go and put some clothes on.” She came inside, closed the door and stood there on the threshold, looking at the floor while I pulled on a robe.
I took my time. To be honest, I enjoyed watching her squirm. “Mary,” I said when I’d covered myself.
She gave me a sideways glance and took a couple of steps further into the room. “Look, I just wanted to apologise about last night.”
“Go on then.” I wasn’t about to make it easy for the bitch.
“I’m sorry, Mike.” She shuffled from foot to foot for a moment, then turned to go.
“What exactly are you sorry for?” I knew it was petty, but I wasn’t likely to get a chance like this again.
“I’m sorry for saying those nasty things about you.” Her expression softened and I marvelled at just how like Laura she was.
“What’s your problem with me anyway?” I didn’t really expect an answer, but what she did next surprised me more than anything she could have said.
She started to cry. A single tear ran down her cheek, then more fell and in seconds she was standing there with her face in her hands, crying her heart out.
It was really awkward. Even after all the years of her sniping at me, I still felt bad watching her cry like that. I went over and put my hand on my shoulder, trying to comfort her. She looked up at me, tears streaking her make-up and I saw need smouldering in her eyes. Before I could think, she reached for my face and drew my lips to hers.
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Published January 27, 2012
by French Letters Press.
Erotica, Literature & Fiction.