Unable To Resist My Mother In Law—She likes girls? 20.

Elena POV

The next day, Steve got an urgent call from his company informing him of an emergency. He booked a flight immediately and left for Russia, leaving me alone with his grumpy mother against all of my protests.

We were presently in the dining room having dinner. More accurately, she was having dinner. I couldn't have my dinner because she had instructed Daniel's nanny to take the week off.

Her exact words were:

“His mother is here, so she should be able to care for her child.”

"Daniel, stop spitting your food!" I scolded him for the umpteenth time, but he just flicked his tongue at me and continued exactly what he was doing.

Sometimes, I could swear the kid hates me.

Sylvia snickered at my futile efforts before continuing what she was doing on her laptop.

"And what's so funny?" I snapped at her. I was frustrated enough; I didn't need her mocking me too.

She shrugged.

"Nothing. It's just that's not how you feed a child. You can't force him. You have to cajole him."

I frowned.

“Cajole him? I have never done that before. Can you teach me?”

She ignored me as she wiped the traces of bacon and eggs from her lips and stood up.

“I'm sure you would figure it out. You're his mother, after all.” She said before snorting and walking away.

My fists curled as my face began to turn red. That woman was mocking me. She knows very well that I know nothing about caring for a child.

Just then, Daniel spat his food out again, and that was the last straw. I slammed the spoon on the table, shocking him as I jumped to my feet.

“If you don't want to eat, then starve,” I snapped before walking away. I could hear his cries as I walked to my room, but I ignored them.

Yeah, I was a bad mother. I don't need anyone telling me.

I slammed my room door shut, removed my shirt, leaving me in only my bra, before burying my face in my pillow and screaming into it. Suddenly, a knock at my door made me push myself off the bed.

I had a perfect idea who it was, though.

I rushed to the door and swung it open, more than prepared for an argument with her.

“What?!” I asked harshly, but she said nothing as her eyes trailed down to my boobs, which were almost spilling from my bra.

In my haze, I had forgotten to put my shirt back on. I arched an eyebrow at her before following her line of sight, only to see she was staring at my boobs.

“Shit! I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean—”

I rushed back into my room and quickly threw my shirt back on. Once I got back to the door, I was a blushing mess.

Sylvia cleared her throat as she shoved her hands in her pockets.

"Your son is crying," she said plainly, and I almost rolled my eyes.

"He wouldn't eat," I tried to defend.

"Well, then it's your job as his mother to make him, Elena."

"Well, I tried, but he obviously hates me."

Sylvia went quiet as she studied me before shaking her head and turning away.

"What was I expecting from someone as irresponsible as you in the first place?"

She immediately walked away before I could think of a reply.

Once she was out of sight, I jammed my door and fell back on my bed.

“I'm not irresponsible,” I muttered to myself.

I stayed in my room almost the whole day, only coming down when I needed something or wanted to explore.

Later that night, I managed to force Daniel to eat a little before putting a little sleeping medicine in his ice cream so he could sleep quickly.

Yeah, I hate myself, but it was for the best. That was the only way to save both our mental healths.

Soon, he finished his ice cream then dozed off, and I immediately made sure to tuck him in. Then I returned to my bedroom, took a bath, and quickly fell asleep.

*******

A huge crash suddenly made me jump awake. Who could be making so much noise? It's already midnight.

I crawled out of bed and out of my bedroom. Maybe one of the maids had broken something in the kitchen. I should get there before Sylvia does.

When I reached the living room, a glass vase laid on the floor broken, making me gasp. Then I heard noise from Sylvia's study.

It looked really expensive.

Shit!

Only God knew exactly what she was doing to that poor maid. I quickly rushed to her study with the sole intention of saving a maid, but what I saw made my entire body freeze.

A slender-looking woman leaned over Sylvia's table, moaning endlessly as she whipped her. Sylvia wrapped her hand around her hair, tugging on it like a horse.

"What a good slut," she whispered, flicking her tongue over the woman's ear. She whimpered, holding the table edges tightly as she wiggled her ass against Sylvia.

“Please... make me cum.” The woman begged, and I had to push my legs together. For some reason, the scene in front of me turned me on faster than any p**n ever could have.

“Not yet, whore. You have to earn it.” Sylvia's domineering voice boomed, and I found myself almost melting as electricity ran through my entire body before settling at my core.

Sylvia took the leather whip, placed it between the girl's pussy lips, and began to rub her clit slowly with it.

“Ahhh....” The girl threw her head back as she began to move her hips, trying to match Sylvia's torturous pace. Once the girl's knees began to buckle, she immediately removed the whip and straightened the girl.

"Don't move without permission," she growled, and somehow it vibrated directly on my pussy. I grabbed the wall, closing my eyes, my breathing heavy as my own legs almost buckled.

Was I really going to orgasm just from watching my mother-in-law have sex?

“Elena?” Sylvia's voice broke into my thoughts, pulling me from my trance as my eyes flew open.

“What are you doing here?” she asked, her eyes laced with intense lust.

“Oh God!”