MY MOTHER-IN-LAW’S SEX TOY
Utter humiliation? Yes, I’m certain it was true, there was a fair amount of that emotion flowing throughout my form, as I simply stood there, hands upon my head, as I’d been ordered to place them, in the middle of my mother-in-law’s large bedroom. With Lavinia, the said mother-in-law, circling my almost naked body in a very predatory manner. Licking her lips with a really dirty smile of total satisfaction upon her beaming face after all she’d engineered this whole situation up. Acting upon her instincts to set up a carefully planned trap for the totally unsuspecting me, bait I’d taken ‘hook, line and sinker.’
Things had seemed SO different roughly five years earlier, when I had first met Sandra, Lavinia’s daughter. Who, in terms of sexual activities anyway, couldn’t have been more opposite from her mother than I guessed was possible. When it came to the ‘pleasures of the flesh,’ Sandra was almost completely ‘vanilla,’ acting as if such action should always be in the form of the ‘missionary position,’ with no desire to explore other options to spice up the proceedings. Totally unlike her mother, who seemed to regard the exercise as an adventure, with such an attitude that was always willing to try new ideas. And, very much unlike her daughter, took great delight in buying and adorning her body in stylish and exciting lingerie.
Ironically, when Sandra and me first met, my take on the subject was far more in tune with the daughter than with the mother. And it was by pure accident that things began to change in this respect, at this point of time Lavinia had no interest in me, her vivacious husband and Sandra’s father, Graeme, being more than capable of satisfying her very high expectations when it came to bedroom action. Of course I was aware of nylon stockings, but had no desires regarding them, my own parents also having a very ‘low key’ sex life, filling my own mind with extremely low wishes in this aspect of life. Thus, just as Graeme and Lavinia were content with their, very high level of sexual games, so Sandra and I were totally happy with our own, much lower, degree of carnal pleasure. However, that possibly began to change one sunny afternoon in her parent’s garden, purely by misfortune as I intimated earlier.
With the sun beating down, the whole country was undergoing somewhat of a heatwave, her parents invited the newly wed Sandra and I to an outside barbeque at their home, a family gathering as it were. And as it was hot, so my legs were bare, I was just wearing shorts, with no socks either, just some open sandals upon my feet.
Now I AM telling the truth here, it was by utter co-incidence and not by any design by either party that all of a sudden Lavinia’s and my legs, coated in very sheer nylon as usual, brushed against each other, I think that we were queuing to collect some food at the time. And, OH MY GOD, the sensational feeling that caught me totally unawares seemed just SO sensuous, SO fantastic, SO unignorable within the space I claim to be a brain.
Thus, triggering an obsession with these particular items of lingerie that soon bordered on the edge of a very unhealthy level indeed, far beyond that of any normal male towards this clothing. And as my wife resisted all attempts on my part to place her own lower limbs within such apparel, I turned to her mother to feed my cravings. At every possible opportunity, I would gaze upon her nylon covered pins, believing that my endeavours to do so unobtrusively were completely successful, I really thought that Lavinia had not detected my snatched glances at her stocking coated legs. But of course, she had. However, with Graeme very much still alive and absolutely fulfilling her needs, she regarded my efforts with nothing stronger than mild amusement, not letting on that she, very much, had clocked just what I was up to.
And things may have continued in this pleasant manner indefinitely, although my attitude towards stockings became obsessive, it was one I could, and did, control to a large degree, a set of bizarre events unfounded. The first of which was totally tragic, Graeme was killed in a road traffic accident. One in which he was the totally innocent victim of somebody else’s mistake. Obviously, this quite naturally shook Lavinia to the real core. And from which, once she had recovered after the initial shock, she came out of it with a far more selfish and hardened personality. Very much putting her own needs and wants first, almost exclusively, including far above those of her and Graeme’s only child, Sandra.
From a purely financial point of view, Lavinia emerged from this tragedy in a very strong position. Graeme had been a well-paid executive and had been in possession of a very lucrative life-assurance policy. Which paid out, extremely substantially. And she also obtained a very large sum of compensation from the guilty party’s insurers. Together this amount of money was strikingly high indeed and nobody had ever suggested that Lavinia was a fool when it came to monetary matters. She was able to redeem the mortgage upon her home absolutely and set up a trust fund that removed all money worries from her life completely. But what she had really bought, simply re-enforced her new hardness. She had obtained her complete and utter independence, from now on her life would take the form of a dance to be called to her tune only, and NOBODY else’s. She would never again answer to anybody.
Then shortly afterwards I received my own piece of bad luck, although nowhere near as severe as Graeme’s had been, of course. A couple of the company that employed me customers became bankrupt, both of them owing my employers a substantial sum of money. The upshot of this was my own firm going into liquidation. Therefore, through NO fault of my own, I was made redundant. I’d lost my job and now joined the ranks of the unemployed.
Now Lavinia rose to the occasion, and at first glance she appeared to be acting the part of the concerned parent, assisting her offspring in times of trouble. With my situation leading to a period of financial hardship for Sandra and me, she suggested that we gave up our rented flat and move into her house alongside her. It seemed to make perfect sense, firstly it would slash the monthly expenditure of my wife and I, and as Lavinia herself commented it would provide much needed company for her, after the loss of her husband.
However, this was the new, utterly selfish, Lavinia we were talking about here, and she had her own agenda regarding us living with her. With Graeme gone from her bed, her considerable sexual cravings were no longer being satisfied, and she began to seek a replacement for him within her sex life. Her roving eye scanned around and settled upon the unsuspecting me. She began to recall my ogling of her nylon covered legs, realising a fact that I wasn’t even aware of myself. That I was very much a sexual submissive, and she resolved not only that could she entice me into bed with her, but she could also do so completely on her terms. Her chosen route to this idyllic solution, for her anyway, was through her sexy stockings.
So, we moved back into Sandra’s childhood home and believe me it wasn’t before her mother began to put her conniving schemes into action. Delighted that my old habit of staring at her stockings was very much still active, she asked my help one day to move some heavy items within her own bedroom one day. Assistance that I as only too willing to provide, on the face of things Lavinia was treating the pair of us with a great deal of kindness and apparent respect also, she seemed to take great deal of trouble to show regard for our privacy and needs, despite the fact that we were now residing in her home. What was she up to here? The whole point of this exercise was that she, completely deliberately, left her lingerie draw open, revealing its location to myself. I now knew exactly where her stockings and suspender belts were stored!
Now remember that I had no job to report to, unlike my wife, who spent much of the day from Monday to Friday working. And although Lavinia herself was in that wonderful position within life that her favourable financial situation made no requirement upon her to seek any paid employment, she did enjoy a very active social life and was therefore often absent from the house. Despite my offering, and performing, many of the household domestic chores, this meant that I had far too much time on my hands, completely alone within Lavinia’s home. And she hoped that during such time I wouldn’t be able to refuse the temptation of seeking to satisfy my cravings in regard to those stockings. Why else had she made their location known to me?
Will it come as any surprise to any of you that this proved to be a situation that I proved to completely unable to resist? It wasn’t long before I’d sneaked into her bedroom when I had the house to myself, placed my own pins within a set of Lavinia’s sheer nylon stockings, held up by one of her very stylish satin suspender belts, being extremely careful not to ‘snag’ them at all, and therefore ‘ladder’ the stockings. An aim I achieved in obtaining.
So, there I was, utterly delighting in the wonderful sensation that the sheer nylon induced within the skin of my legs, all the time admiring myself within a tall mirror that stood inside of the room. I must have spent a period of ten minute thus, before, again being very careful, I removed the items from my body, replacing them back into her lingerie drawer, shutting it. In such a manner that ‘covered my tracks’ as best I could, before leaving the sanctity of my mother-in-law’s private bedroom. Hoping that my invasion of her privacy would pass undetected.
Of course it didn’t, although it would be several days before I became aware of that. After all this is precisely what Lavinia had hoped and planned for. When she returned later that day, she took great pleasure in watching the output generated by the small video camera that she had discreetly hidden within her room. Smiling to herself as she watched the film of me placing myself in her lingerie, admiring myself in her mirror thus adorned, a totally satisfied smile. As far as she was concerned events were proceeding very much to plan. And providing her with hard evidence of my ‘crimes’ to boot!
Lavinia allowed this abuse of her hospitality to continue for two further occasions, twice more I snuck into her bedroom, placing and admiring myself within her sheer nylon, before she decided to act. And as normal with this articulate woman, her plan for my entrapment was the work of utter genius. Totally unnoticed by me, she left the back door to her house, and the gate that led to her back garden, upon which this door opened, on the ‘latch,’ open whilst appearing to be shut. And therefore, could be passed through without the sound of them being opened being present. Then making a point of informing me that she would be gone for at least two hours, she loudly slammed shut her front door, getting into her car and driving off.
After a while, a completely fooled and naked me entered her bedroom once more, intending to sample the delight of wearing her stockings and suspenders again. In fact, I was soon adorned in her lingerie and admiring myself as usual. Boy, was I in for a shock.
Because today Lavinia had no intentions of being absent, she had just convinced me that she would be. Having parked up her car just round the corner, she left it to return home, having even taken the precaution of having replaced her footwear. You see her normal ‘heels’ made a certain amount of noise when she walked wearing them, but she had replaced them with just her silent slippers, after all it hadn’t rained for some time and the ground was dry, bearing in mind she didn’t need to travel far anyway. Thus, she silently entered the house via the back door, a route she had planned and prepared for. I had NO idea, as I delighted in the feel of the sheer nylon of the stockings that she had come back, to catch me ‘in the act!’
The first indication of her resumed presence within the house came as the bedroom door suddenly opened, and there was a ‘flash’ of a smartphone being used in its ‘camera’ mode. And my mother-in-law standing there holding it, a look of satisfaction rather than anger upon her visage. As if she had prior knowledge of just what she was observing, as she softly said, “so, this is just what you get up to when left alone in the house.” And in a much more commanding tone, pointing to roughly the centre of the room, “STAND STILL RIGHT HERE, WITH YOUR HANDS ON TOP OF YOUR HEAD!” Beginning to circle me, just as I described right at the beginning of this tale.
Interesting premise.
Love to be tied-up, gagged and tickled !