After dinner, I helped by gathering all the dirty dishes and placing them in the sink. Jennifer washed them while I dried and put them away. anwhile, Emily wiped down the dining table, and Oliver headed into his room.
Emily was cleaning the dining table and Oliver went inside the room..
The kitchen was quiet, the only sounds the drip of water from the faucet and the soft clink of dishes as I dried them. Jennifer’s breasts swayed with each movent, the thin fabric of her blouse clinging to her curves, the cleavage deep and tempting. My cock twitched in my pants, my gaze locked on the way her body moved, the way her hips rolled as she scrubbed the plates.
I cleared my throat, my voice low, hesitant, but determined.
"Mother-in-law..." I started, my fingers tightening around the dish towel. "Can I ask you sothing?"
Jennifer paused, her hands stilling in the soapy water. She glanced at Emily, who was still wiping down the dining table, humming to herself, oblivious to our conversation. Satisfied that her daughter wasn’t listening, Jennifer turned to , her expression guarded, her voice cool, controlled.
"What is it?"
I hesitated, my throat dry, my heart pounding. "Did I... do sothing wrong?" I asked, my voice sincere, searching. "Sothing that made you... not like ?" I swallowed hard, my gaze flicking to hers. "If there’s anything I can do to change that... I will."
Jennifer stopped washing the dishes entirely, her hands dripping with suds as she turned to face fully. Her eyes flicked to Emily again, ensuring she was still out of earshot, before she spoke, her voice raw, bitter, broken.
"Yeah." She exhaled sharply, her fingers gripping the edge of the sink until her knuckles turned white. "I don’t like you, Mike." Her voice trembled, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "You stole my daughter from ." Her voice cracked, her shoulders trembling.
"Because of you, she doesn’t talk to the way she used to. She doesn’t need anymore." Her tears spilled over, dripping down her cheeks as she wiped them away with the back of her hand.
"I was just trying to do what was best for her..." Her voice was a broken whisper, her hands shaking. "When I asked her to take her ti in choosing a husband... but she chose you."
She looked at , her eyes filled with pain, with resentnt, but also with sothing softer, sothing reluctant, conflicted. "But..." She paused, her voice barely above a whisper.
"I was wrong... about you." Her gaze dropped, her fingers twisting in the dishwater.
"Because of you... My daughter smiles more than she ever has." Her voice was thick with emotion, her tears falling freely now. "And you do take care of her... even when she’s being naughty..." She shook her head, her voice breaking. "But that doesn’t change the fact that I still don’t like you."
I saw the tears in her eyes, the pain she was trying to hide, and sothing twisted in my chest. "Mother-in-law..." I said softly, my voice gentle, remorseful. "I’m sorry." My hand reached out, hesitant, before I pulled it back, respecting the distance she needed. "All this ti... I didn’t know what happened between you and Emily." My voice was sincere, earnest. "I didn’t know how much it hurt you." My gaze held hers, steady, unwavering. "Don’t worry. I promise to talk to Emily..." My voice was firm, determined. "I’ll make things right between you two... even if you hate for it."
But before I could finish, Emily’s voice cut through the tension, bright, cheerful, oblivious.
"What are you guys talking about?"
Jennifer stiffened, wiping her tears quickly, her voice forced, light, too bright. "Nothing, sweetheart."
Emily crossed her arms, her eyes narrowing as she looked between us, her voice sharp, accusing. "Mom..." She stepped closer, her voice rising. "Are you still bullying Mike?" Her eyes flashed with anger, her fingers gripping the edge of the table.
"You will not leave him alone, will you?" Her voice was fierce, protective. "No matter how much he tries... no matter how much effort he puts in... he will never be good enough for you, will he?"
Jennifer’s tears dripped down her cheeks, her voice breaking, raw. "Is that how you see your mother, Emily? As so kind of monster?"
Without another word, she turned and ran into her room, the door slamming behind her. A mont later, Oliver’s yelling could be heard from inside, his voice sharp, scolding, frustrated.
Emily sighed, her shoulders slumping as she turned to , her voice soft, apologetic, guilty. "Mike..." She stepped closer, her hands reaching for mine, her fingers squeezing tightly. "Don’t pay attention to Mom." Her voice was gentle, soothing.
"She’s just... hard on the outside and soft on the inside." Her gaze t mine, warm, affectionate, knowing. "She has accepted you..." Her voice dropped, conspiratorial.
"She just doesn’t want to admit it." Her lips curled into a small smirk, her voice teasing, playful. "Because then she’d have to admit that she was wrong about us."
She pulled into a hug, her body pressing against mine, her voice a whisper against my chest, hot, seductive. "But you don’t have to be mad, baby..." Her hand slid down, her fingers pressing against my cock, squeezing it tightly through my pants. "If you’re angry..." Her voice dropped, husky, filthy, her lips brushing my ear.
"You can take it all out on ..." Her fingers stroked , her voice a dark purr. "On my pussy..." Her tongue darted out, licking the shell of my ear, her breath hot, needy.
"I’ll let you fuck hard... punish for Mom being such a bitch..." Her voice was a whisper, desperate, slutty. "I’ll let you breed rough... fill up until I’m dripping with your cum..." Her fingers tightened, her voice a moan. "I’ll be your good little slut... take all your anger in my tight little cunt..."
My cock pulsed, hardening under her touch, my mind flooding with filthy images of bending her over, fucking her senseless, making her scream as I pounded into her fertile pussy, breeding her until she was knocked up and whimpering my na.
"Fuck, Emily..." I growled, my hands gripping her hips, pulling her flush against , my voice a dark promise. "You’re asking for it, aren’t you?" My lips crashed onto hers, hard, possessive, my tongue forcing its way into her mouth as she moaned against , her body lting into mine.
"Mmm..." She whimpered, her fingers clawing at my shirt, her voice a breathless moan. "I want it, Mike..." Her hips rolled against , her pussy aching, dripping, begging for . "I need it..." Her voice was a plea, desperate, slutty. "Fuck hard tonight... breed until I can’t walk..." Her lips brushed my ear, her voice a dark whisper. "Make yours..."
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