Getting Along With Myrna

By Just Plain Bob

I just got some bad news.  I got home from work and before I even had time to get my coat off and put my brief case down my wife said, “Guess what?  My mother is going to come and stay with us.”

 The announcement sent chills down my spine and in a calm a voice as I could manage I asked for how long.  Cora saw right through me, “Now John, she is my mother and it wouldn’t hurt you one little bit to try and get along with her.”  I thought Cora my love, if you only knew.

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

I first met my mother-in-law when Cora asked me to go home with her over Spring break so I could meet her parents. At the time we were only going steady and I had not yet decided on whether or not I was going to get more serious with her.  She was a great girl, but I had seen way too many of my friends get married early with disastrous results and if things got too serious with Cora there was a chance I would break it off.  Since she had already gone home with me and met my parents so I could hardly say no. 

Cora’s mother was a mature Cora, and if she was any indication as to what Cora was going to look like when she reached her mother’s age Cora was going to be killer as an old broad.  Her father was a fit looking guy and I guessed that he’d have to be if Myrna was as sexually exciting as she looked.  There was a bad part however and it didn’t take me long to find out what it was.  Myrna was an overbearing and dominating woman and I have never gotten along well with that type.  George didn’t seem to care and his stock answer to everything that came from Myrna seemed to be “Yes dear.”  I was raised in a house where both parents had an equal say and conflicts were worked through.  In Myrna’s house Myrna’s word was law - period! 

That first evening I found out just how domineering Myrna could be.  Cora and her dad had gone to town.  George had asked Cora to go with him to help pick out a gift for her mother whose birthday was coming up.  I was in the family room watching JAG and Myrna walked into the room, walked over to the TV and turned it off.  She turned to me and said, “You and I need to have a little talk young man.  I’ve seen too many of Cora’s friends get married only to end up in divorce court within two years.  I don’t intend to have that happen to my daughter.  So, what are your goals in life, your ambitions, your likes and dislikes and what is it that you most admire in Cora.”

 For the next half-hour she grilled me like she was a detective and I was a suspect in a murder case.  I answered all her questions and just when I thought she was through she hit me with a real zinger, “Let me see your cock.”

 I looked at her in total disbelief and she said it again, “I want to see your equipment.  Please show me your cock.” 

I sat there too stunned to move and Myrna said, “Most marriages break up because of sexual problems and before I let you marry my daughter I intend to check you out.  Now you have two choices - show me your cock or leave.  If you don’t show me your cock and you stay I will tell my husband and Cora that you made a pass at me.  Do you really want that to happen?” 

Numbly, I opened my fly and took out my cock.  “Bring it over here” she said as she sat down in an easy chair.

 I couldn’t believe that this was happening and I hesitated just long enough for her to get impatient, “Come on, bring it over here” and then she gave me a wicked smile, “Come on, I won’t bite.” 

I finally got up the courage or whatever it took to make me move, and I walked across the room to where Myrna was sitting.  She reached out and took hold of it and, not surprisingly, it started to grow.  Myrna gave a chuckle and said, “It’s nice to know that an old broad like me can still make a young man’s cock hard.”  She stroked it a couple of times and then she leaned forward and licked it.  She ran her tongue all the way around it and then said, “Nice.  It is just a tad smaller than George’s, but it looks like it can do the job.” 

I didn’t think that I should tell her that it had been doing the job on Cora for about three months now and she wasn’t complaining.  Myrna gave me a couple of more strokes and then said, “Okay, let’s see if you know how to use it” and she pulled her skirt up to reveal that she had already removed her panties.  She leaned back in the easy chair and said, “Well, come on.  We don’t have a whole lot of time until they get back.” 

By then I was rock hard and my uneasiness was gone so I didn’t wait for a further invitation.  Besides, a stiff dick tends to take over when exposed to a naked pussy.  Myrna was more than ready and in three pushes I was bottomed out.  I took my time as I thrust in and pulled back because I had a plan of my own going here.  She had made me very uncomfortable and I intended to return the favor.  I kept on fucking her nice and slow even though she was starting to tell me to fuck her harder and faster.  With one ear I listened to Myrna moan and beg and with the other I listened for the garage door opener to start operating.  As soon as I heard it start to open I put on a quick burst of speed, got my rocks off and then pulled quickly away from her.

 “Oh my God, they just pulled into the garage,” I cried as I tuck my cock back in my pants.  Myrna was still spread out on the chair with a dazed and confused look on her face and I debated leaving her like that for George and Cora to find, but I knew that I couldn’t do it.  I reached down and pulled her skirt down, “Hurry up, before they get into the house.”

 She finally woke up to what was happening and she quickly sat up.  She gave me a stern look and said, “We will finish this before you leave.”

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

She got her chance sooner than I expected.  The next day George went to work and Cora borrowed her mother’s car to go shopping and meet some of her girlfriends for lunch.  Cora wanted me to go with her, but I begged off, “You know how much I hate to go shopping and besides, I’d just be a wet blanket when you have lunch with your friends.” 

To say nothing of the fact that I plan on fucking your mother while you are gone.  Myrna had the same idea and Cora was no sooner out the door than Myrna came into the guest bedroom and started taking off her clothes.  No “Good morning” or “Would you like to finish what we started last night?”  She just stripped and lay down, spread her legs and looked at me.  I had thought that since the ice had been broken the night before that a little kissing and foreplay might be in order, but apparently not.  She just looked up at me and said, “Well?”

 It was a no frills fuck and it was a long one.  Cora and I had made love three times the previous night, the last time just before we got up, so I lasted for a good fifteen minutes.  The last five of those minutes had Myrna being pretty vocal in asking for me to fuck her harder and make her cum again.  I told her when I was ready to cum and started to pull away from her, but she locked her legs around me and her hands grabbed me, “I’m safe and besides I need your cum in me for the next test.” 

The next test?  I was beginning to wonder if maybe I’d better get out of this household as soon as Cora got back.  When I was soft and had pulled away from her to get up Myrna said, “You aren’t done yet.”  She grabbed a pillow and put it under her ass, “Eat my pussy” she said, “Don’t just stand there, eat my pussy.” 

I shook my head no and said, “You are just too weird for me lady.  I’m going to get out of here until Cora comes back and then we are going to head back home.”

 I started to get off the bed and she said, “Get back here and eat my pussy.  If you don’t I’ll tell George and Cora that you raped me.  It will be your word against mine and if I go to hospital for the rape check up your cum will be inside me.  I’ve lived here over thirty years and you are just passing through so who do you think the police will listen to.  Now get over here and eat my pussy.”

 I actually like eating pussy and I eat Cora’s all the time, even after we have just made love, so it wouldn’t be anything new for me, but I just didn’t like Myrna’s bossy ways.  On the other hand, looking at her lying there was causing my cock to find new life so I gave Myrna what she wanted.  I licked and sucked on her for a good five minutes and then she said, “Okay, now fuck me again.”   Again, not asking, but demanding, telling, ordering me to do it.  Okay, I know I was being picky there.  Most guys my age would have thought that they had died and gone to Heaven if a fox like Myrna was after them, but damn it - her bossy attitude was taking all the enjoyment out of it and her constant threatening didn’t help matters much.  The more I fucked the longer I lasted and since this was my sixth time in twelve hours I was particularly long lasting and Myrna had three or four orgasms before I finally busted my nut.  I hadn’t even started to go soft when Myrna said, “That was nice.  Now go down on me again and clean me up.”

 I didn’t waste any time acting reluctant or looking put out because I knew that all it would get me was some threat or other so I just went and did it.  After about five minutes Myrna said, “That’s enough for now.  I have an appointment to get my hair done in an hour and since Cora has my car you will have to drive me.  I’ll be ready in thirty minutes” and she got up and left the room.  I had been dismissed.

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

When we arrived at the hair salon Myrna told me to go inside with her and I told her I would just wait in the car for her and read the book I’d brought along.

 “Nonsense.  I want you were I can keep an eye on you.  If I leave you out here alone you will probably do something stupid like driving away and leaving me here. Now put the book down and come along.” 

There is nothing in the world like waiting for a woman at the hairdressers.  I couldn’t even read my book because I kept getting distracted by all the giggling and laughing.  If you want to get some idea of what it must be like to be a piece of furniture in a room just be a man sitting in a beauty parlor.  The women totally ignore you like you are not even there.  I listened as they talked about their husbands, boyfriends and lovers and compared dick sizes using terms like ‘equipment’ and ‘package’ and holding hands apart to indicate size.  At one point it got very quiet and I looked up from my book to see all five of the women there staring at me.  As soon as I looked up they all looked away and I wondered what had been said that I’d missed.  Then suddenly the ordeal was over and Myrna was ready to go.  We got back in my car and I asked what was the quickest and easiest way back to the house and Myrna said that we weren’t going back to the house just yet.

 “We have one other stop to make first.  Turn right at the next corner.  She directed me and soon she said turn here and I found myself in a motel parking lot.  I looked over at her and she said, “Don’t just sit there, go in and get us a room.”

 Since I wasn’t in any mood to be threatened again I did what she said.  As soon as we were in the room she was giving orders, “Get your clothes off and sit down over there” and she pointed at the only chair in the room.  Then she took off her clothes and knelt in front of me, “I haven’t tasted you yet.  Keep your hands away from my head.  I don’t want my hairdo messed up.”  In addition to being one fine piece of ass Myrna was also a great cocksucker.  She sucked me until I was ready to cum and what I really, really wanted to do was not tell her I was going to shoot and then at the last second pull out of her mouth and blast my load into her new hairdo, but I didn’t.  I told her I was ready to blow and her eyes looked up at me and she just kept on sucking.  It surprised the hell out of me, almost as much as when she kept on sucking me even after I had gone limp.  She worked on me until she got me up again and then she got up and went over to her purse and got out a tube of KY.  She came over to me and lubed up my cock and then went over and got up on the bed on her hands and knees with her ass hanging over the edge.

 “Now I want you to do me in my ass.”

 That was a first for me; I had never taken a trip up the Hershey highway before and I had no idea of how it was done so I treated it as if it was just another pussy.  I lined my cock up with her hole and shoved it straight in.  Myrna screamed - not cried out, but screamed - and I said to myself, “All right!  This will teach the bitch to order me around.”  I grabbed her hips and I held her tight while she tried to pull away.  She was hollering at me to stop, but I ignored her and kept pounding away at her pooper.  After about a minute or so she stopped screaming and trying to pull away and in another she was crying out, “Oh god, oh yes, oh god, oh yes” and then it changed to “Fuck my ass, fuck my ass, make me cum, fuck my ass.”

  I had already cum seven times in the last sixteen hours and I knew it was going to be quite a while before she was going to get my juice and I started fucking her harder to try and make her scream again.  It didn’t work; the harder I pounded into her the more she moaned and cried “Oh yes, oh yes.”  It took me almost twenty-five minutes to get my rocks off and even then I kept ramming my cock at her ass until my dick was soft.  When I pulled out of her I went into the bathroom to wash the shit off of my dick and when I came back she hadn’t moved.  Without turning her head to look at me she said, “You happy?  You feel better now that you have made the mean old bossy lady scream in pain?”

 Well, actually, yes I did, but I wasn’t going to tell her that.  “Sorry, but if you are going to order me around and tell me what to do you might just take the time to make sure that I know what I’m doing.  That’s the first time I ever did that and I thought it would be the same as fucking pussy.” 

She got off the bed and made her way to the bathroom on wobbly legs and I smiled to myself.  The trip back to her house was a quiet one.

That night Cora asked me how I was getting along with her mother and I told her that her mother was a bossy overbearing bitch and Cora told me that I would get used to her over time.  Over the next four days Myrna managed to get me alone four more times and each time it was the same - she would order me to fuck her, eat her or sit still while she sucked my cock.  In addition to what I was getting from Myrna I was still making love to Cora one or two times a night and when we left her parents home to return to college Cora had a hard time trying to figure out why I seemed exhausted.

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

My relationship with Cora was somewhat rocky over the next year (nothing to do with Myrna) and we broke up and then got back together two or three times and I didn’t see Myrna again for about eighteen months.  Cora and I finally managed to put things together to stay and I asked her to marry me.  I had hoped for a simple civil ceremony, but then Myrna took charge and turned the wedding into a circus.  Cora and I stayed with her parents while waiting to get the wedding out of the way and every time Myrna managed to get me alone she would order me around like I was her personal fuck toy (which I guess I was) and we would have sex.  Every time we would have sex she would have me eat her.  I got to where I couldn’t wait to bury my face in her box and then one morning she had me eat her before she fucked me.  She tasted strange, not bad, but different and she noticed the expression on my face when I tasted her.

 “George fucked me just before he left for work this morning.  You don’t mind, do you?”

 The fact was that I didn’t and I think she guessed as much because after that she did it several more times.  One morning she tasted particularly salty and she gave me an evil grin, “That’s not George.  That’s just some body else I see from time to time, but you like eating cum out of me so you shouldn’t mind.  If you’re here long enough I have several others I might give you a taste of.”

The night of the rehearsal dinner was not an easy night for me.  Cora was sitting next to me at the table and she had her hand inside my fly and was playing with my cock while her mother was sitting across from us running a foot up and down my leg.  After the dinner Cora and her bridesmaids had some place to go and George had some place he had to be and I was asked to see to it that Myrna got home.  Myrna instead had me take her to a motel where she sucked me, fucked me, sucked me again and then had me do her in the ass.  This time she made me go slow and take my time.  By the time she was done with me and I got her home both Cora and George were already there and I had to make up a bullshit story about a flat tire and the spare being flat also.  I don’t think George bought it for one minute and for the first time I began to wonder if George knew what his wife was doing with me.

The wedding went off without a hitch and Cora and I settled down to begin our new life.  Since Myrna lived almost four hundred miles away we didn’t get to see her and George very often and that was all right with me.  The less I was around Myrna the less chance of anything happening that would cause problems for Cora and me.  Every thing was great for three years and then Cora became pregnant.  About the time she was due Cora told me that Myrna was going to come stay with us for a while to help out until Cora was back on her feet again.  I tried to discourage it, but Cora told me that I was just going to have to get over my dislike of her mother and make the best of it.

 “It’s only going to be for a couple of weeks and if you subtract the time you are at work and asleep you won’t be around her all that much anyway.”

 Myrna arrived two days before Cora went into labor and I was successful in avoiding her until the night we took Cora to the hospital.  We were relegated to the waiting room and I settled down to read a book I’d brought with me.  About two minutes later Myrna came over and took the book out of my hands, “You have been avoiding me and I don’t like it one bit.”  I started to tell her to give me back my book but she interrupted me, “I gave the nurses my cell phone number and they will call us if anything happens so get up and lets go.”

“Go where?”

 “A motel or back to the house, I don’t care which.”

 “I don’t think that would be a good idea.”

 “I didn’t ask you to think about it, I said let’s go.”

  “Myrna, we aren’t in your house now and I don’t have to worry about George and Cora being told lies.  You can’t blackmail me or make threats so just leave me alone.”

 “Oh I can still make threats baby.  How about I take my dress off right here in this room, get between your legs and go after your cock?  We would get caught and this is your town.  Do you want the scandal?” 

Actually I didn’t, but I didn’t tell her that; what I said was, “You wouldn’t do that.  How would you explain it to George?”

 “I wouldn’t have to.  My husband already knows how big a slut I am and he won’t be a bit surprised.  Can you say the same for Cora?”

 We went back home and spent the next six hours in bed.  Cora had a beautiful baby girl and Myrna stayed with us for three weeks and fucked me every time she could maneuver me into a situation that would make it possible.

Two months ago George had a heart attack and passed away.  Myrna put the house up for sale and it sold in a week and now she is coming here to live with us and Cora is asking me to “try and get along” with her mother.  My question is, what is Cora going to do and say when she finds out just what getting along with Myrna really means?