Unable To Resist My Mother In Law —Heated Dreams 19.

Elena—

Do you feel that! she shouted to me as her leathery belt landed on my butt cheeks.

Yes, Mommy! I cried, a sensation spreading through my entire body.

Did I ask you to cry? she whispered, leaning over to lick my tear-stained cheek.

I sniffled, not answering immediately, causing her to tug at the chain holding my hands in the air.

Answer me, she breathed in my ear before palming my butt, making me yelp.

N-no, Mommy...fuck! I shouted as I breathed heavily.

She tsked a few as her piercing blue eyes came into view.

“You've been such a bad girl, Elena, and now you're going to get punished for it,” she said softly, slowly running her hand from my breast down to my naked pussy. She placed two fingers on my clit and pinched hard, making me hiss as I closed my eyes, feeling the sensation spread throughout my body.

She moved closer to my ear.

“Do you want me to make you cum, Elena, huh?” she breathed, and I nodded rapidly as my breathing shook.

Yeah? she cooed, “You want me to fuck you hard like the little slut you are?”

I nodded eagerly again.

“Yes, m-mommy... please.”

She smirked and bit my earlobe.

Then... wake up!!

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I jolted from my bed, causing me to land hard on the floor.

Ouch! I muttered silently as I slowly climbed back onto the bed.

"Hey, you okay?" Steve rasped out sleepily, and I turned to him with a small smile.

"I'm fine, darling. Go back to bed," I replied, running my fingers through his hair until he dozed back off.

I let out a deep sigh as I lay awake.

What the fuck was that? I just had a wet dream about my mother-in-law. What the hell?

And why was it BDSM? I wasn't even into that shit, I thought to myself.

I let out an exhausted groan before flopping back onto my bed as I tried to get some sleep, but to no avail.

I decided that some warm milk would do me some good, so I crawled out of bed and headed downstairs to the kitchen.

Sylvia's POV

I sat in my office trying to complete some paperwork before I retired for the day when suddenly, I heard the sound of slippers coming downstairs. I stopped what I was doing as I listened.

It was two o'clock in the morning. Everyone should be asleep by now. Unless...

I threw my head back and let out a frustrated groan. Could it be that Daniel got hungry in the middle of the night and decided to come down for snacks? I mean, this wouldn't be the first time.

I weakly sighed, standing from my chair as I headed out of the office. When I got to the living room, it was empty. This made me frown as I scanned the entire living room.

Deciding it was nothing, I turned to go back to my work; that was when I noticed the kitchen light was on.

I scoffed, rolling my eyes. Of course it was Daniel. I quickly rushed to the kitchen before he broke anything.

"Daniel, sweetie, haven't I told you not to come downstairs by your—" I paused at the door as I saw who was in there.

"Elena?" I called, staring at her in confusion. She just stood there with a carton of milk as she fidgeted with her fingers.

My eyes involuntarily moved from her face down to her see-through nightgown that did little to nothing to cover her full breasts or her bright red underwear.

Heat immediately pooled in my stomach. Yes, I might have married a man, but I was still bisexual. I still got turned on by women.

My eyes traveled further down from her short gown to her thighs. Damn, she was sure built to perfection. At least I could see why my son fell for her.

I'm sorry if I woke you up. I couldn't sleep, so I decided to make a cup of warm milk.” Elena's voice snapped me back to the present.

My eyes met hers again, and she lowered her eyes immediately, peeking at me through her lashes.

I didn't know I was getting lost again until my phone rang in my pocket. I quickly brought it out to see my secretary's name on the screen.

I sighed and ignored it. She could give whatever important information she had tomorrow. Then, I raised my head to Elena.

“I really do hope you aren't mad—”

“I don't care what you do or why you are up, just be careful not to wake people up next time,” I interrupted her, my voice sounding a little bit harsh. “You're a grown woman. Act like one.”

I didn't wait for a reply as I turned and rushed out of the kitchen, leaving her speechless.

I hurried back into my office and locked the door before letting out a sigh. Only the heavens knew what I would have doneif I stayed there any longer.

I slowly walked back to my chair and flopped on it, turning on my computer and trying to continue my work, but that turned out to be a more difficult task as Elena's face kept flashing in my mind. I bit my bottom lip and ran my fingers through my hair as I leaned back in my chair and closed my eyes, allowing my mind to play out whatever weird fantasy it was already conjuring up.

Images of Elena's long, pale legs wrapped around my shoulders as I sucked her pussy dry flashed in my mind. Her long, slender fingers grabbing my hair, her head thrown back as her face twisted with pleasure. The same face I have been fighting off in my dreams ever since Steve sent me her picture.

"Fuck!" I whisper-shouted as I peeled my eyes open. I could imagine how beautiful she would look begging me to let her cum, and when I would finally give her that release, how her eyes would close and her mouth would fall open as she jerked and writhed beneath me.

It all felt so vivid, so appealing. I knew I had to control myself before I did something stupid. Something I would probably regret.

I groaned again as I closed my laptop and stood from my chair. Some sleep would do me so much good right now.

As I climbed up the stairs, entered my masters bedroom and lay down on my bed, only one thought remained in my mind... more of a prayer, even.

If there truly was a God out there, I needed him to give me the strength and control to not push my soon-to-be daughter-in-law against a wall and fuck her until her brains turned to mush.