My Mother‑in‑Law's Very Special Treatment

My name was Bruce Dickson, and I had a very pretty wife named Sabrina Ryder. We'd been happily married for two years, and our sex life had also been very harmonious.

However, recently, our relationship encountered some problems.

For some reason, my already impressive size had started to develop secondary growth again.

At first, Sabrina and I were incredibly excited, thinking we'd struck gold. After all, it was just a weird miracle that my junk would still continue growing despite me almost hitting my 30s, and no woman would ever turn down a big junk.

So, when we first realized the situation, we were still having a lot of fun and Sabrina was still begging me to plough into her night after night to fill her up. And every time, I was able to satisfy her by bringing her to heights she never thought she could reach.

However, my size simply wouldn't stop growing in length and girth, and it was beginning to reach an alarming size. Sabrina didn't want it anymore. In fact, she was beginning to be scared of it.

One night, after torturing her mercilessly in bed, she finally had had enough and kicked me off the bed. No matter how much I begged her to help me release, she just refused to let me enter her again. In fact, she even threatened divorce if I were to force myself into her.

"Mark my words, Bruce Dickson! You'd better go and get Mom to check it out. Get it diagnosed and treated as soon as possible!"

This wasn't the first time Sabrina told me to get her mom, Diana Wilcox, to check out my condition. Diana was a very famous top-tier andrologist at the Central Hospital. Her skills were exceptional, and she was also known as the best andrologist in town.

But she was my mother-in-law! How could I possibly go to her for something like this as her son-in-law?

Moreover, although she was already in her 40s, she was prettier than Sabrina, and I found mature women like her having a particularly feminine charm I couldn't resist.

She also took excellent care of herself, and her skin was smooth and supple, akin to that of a young woman's. She had a curvaceous hourglass figure as well.

And ever since Sabrina stopped letting me touch her, I found myself fantasizing about Diana more than once. If I really were to go to Diana to have my condition checked out, I was worried that I would get hard and make a complete fool of myself, and I would never be able to face her again.

Just as I was lost in my thoughts, I faintly heard suggestive sounds coming from my in-laws' rooms next door.

The lewd sounds were particularly loud and arousing. It obviously sounded like my father-in-law, Larry Ryder, thrusting hard into Diana from the top repeatedly.

I felt a pang of envy and jealousy as I listened to Larry's low growls and profanities.

If only I were the one thrusting into her instead.

At that thought, the fire in my lower abdomen began burning even more unbearably than ever. I felt myself getting hard, and soon, there was a large tent in my pants.

Yet, at that crucial moment, Larry suddenly let out a low growl, shuddered hard, and emptied his balls into Diana a little too soon.

Diana frowned in dissatisfaction as she glared at him resentfully.

Larry just chuckled and said, "I'm not exactly in the mood today. We'll do it again tonight."

She rolled her eyes and got up from him in extreme dissatisfaction. "You'd better pull yourself together as soon as possible. If you keep this up, I'm going to find myself a male escort and you'd better have nothing to say about it!"

I was shocked. As it turned out, my six-foot-four father-in-law was actually all bark and no bite after all. He'd already finished in less than three minutes, and that was far from enough for someone as slutty and insatiable as Diana.

I couldn't help feeling a little melancholic. I was big, girthy, and could last a very long time, but Sabrina was so scared of me and refused to continue sleeping with me anymore.

Life was so unfair.

I sighed and slinked into the shared bathroom near the living room instead.