Drugged Mother In-Law

“Goodnight Christopher!” I watched my mother in law
as she climbed the stairs to her bedroom and I heard
the door close behind her as she went off to bed,
carrying the mug of hot milk her considerate son in
law had made her as a nightcap. She always said
coffee kept her awake. I smiled to myself – this
particular mug of milk was intended to have the
opposite effect. If my contact with the chemistry
degree was telling the truth my old bitch of a mother
in law was soon to be in a very deep sleep indeed.

I’d been waiting for this opportunity for years and
had planned tonight from the moment my wife told me
that she would be away overnight as she had to work a
night shift. Her mother had been staying with us as
it was Christmas and was due to go home the following
day. This was my only chance to be alone overnight
with the old witch.

The secret ingredient I had added to her nightcap was
the latest evolution of what was known as Roh**nol
but Roger, my chemist friend, assured me that it was
much more predictable and, as he put it, “pervert
friendly”.

“You just need to know their approximate weight to
get the dosage right – don’t want them waking up at a
crucial moment or sleeping for 24 hours! The beauty
of it is that this stuff is liquid, completely
undetectable in any drink and doesn’t make them feel
drunk – just sends them gently to sleep. And once
they’re under they stay that way for six hours and
wake up feeling fine – no hangover. They never
suspect anything.”

He told me he’d used it on scores of females – all
sizes, all ages. As he said, “I always say lots of
women have slept with me – they just don’t realise!”

My only concern was trying to find my mother in laws
weight but Roger gave me a chart. All I needed to
know was her dress size – a good enough indication of
how heavy she was – and that would give me an
accurate enough start point. Then I just needed to
decide how long I wanted her “out” for. I’d had a
sneaky peek around her room when she was out of the
house and read a few dress labels. Then I consulted
the chart. A woman who took a size 20 dress needed
20ml to put her to sleep for six hours. The liquid
came in 10ml vials so that was how many vials of the
clear, odourless liquid I added to mother in law’s
bedtime milk.

Now all I had to do was wait for mother in-law to
drink her milk and go to sleep. I was so impatient as
I heard her visit the bathroom and clatter round in
her pre-bed routine. Finally it all went quiet. I
imagined her drinking her milk, setting the mug down
on the bedside table. I knew it took the drug 10
minutes to take effect and it was agonising watching
the clock tick round. I’d decided to wait 30 minutes
– just to be on the safe side.

Finally I reckoned the drug should have had more than
enough time to work. I climbed the stairs and knocked
on her bedroom door. There was always the chance she
hadn’t drunk her milk and was sitting up in bed wide
awake but there was no reply to my knock. I opened
the door slowly, still ultra-cautious, terrified she
was awake, but I needn’t have worried. The old cow
must have dropped off reading a book because the
paperback was on the floor where she had dropped it
and she was on her side with her right arm dangling
off the bed.

Still cautious, I shook her shoulder – gently at
first but then really roughly but, to my delight, I
realised that she was completely “out”. I knelt
beside her on the bed and grabbed her arm and hauled
her over onto her back. God, she was heavy! A big
woman (remember her dress size) and a dead weight, it
took quite an effort but eventually I had her propped
up against her pillows. Her head was resting against
the headrest, slumped to one side with her mouth
open, snoring gently. She’d removed her false teeth
and I could see them on the bedside table beside the
empty mug. She’d have been so embarrassed to be seen
like this but I was just starting on her humiliation
– my revenge for the years of snide comments and
barely disguised contempt I’d had from her.

I took out my camera to record the scene and then set
up a small video camera at the side .of the bed. I
wanted to be able to relive this night over and over.
The old cow was wearing her usual flannelette
nightdress, high-necked and unflattering although her
nipples could just be discerned making two bumps in
the material. I pinched them gently and then,
reminding myself that she was not going to wake up, I
increased the pressure. If she’d been awake she’d
have been squealing by now but except for a
stiffening of her fat teats in my grasp there was no
reaction. She was braless beneath her nightdress and
I could feel her soft 42D tits (I had been checking
her bra size for years) through the material. Time to
see them in the flesh.

It wasn’t easy pulling her nightdress up. I had to
roll her one way and then the other to free it from
under her but finally I had it bunched under her
breasts. It was like working with a sleepy child as I
pulled the garment up over her head and then down
along her arms before finally throwing it behind me.
And there she was – my 75 year old bitch of a mother
in law – totally naked and exposed from the waist up
(I’d left the duvet covering her lower half for the
moment – I had all night and I wanted to concentrate
on her tits before exploring her lower regions). And
what a pair of tits! I’d managed a few glimpses of
them in the past by spying on her through carelessly
closed doors and seen their shape as they rolled as
she hurried to the bathroom some mornings but now I
could study them at my leisure, touch them, play with
them – and she was powerless to stop me.

My cock was hard as hell and straining to be free. I
quickly undressed and climbed back on the bed naked,
kneeling astride the unconscious old woman. I took
one pendulous breast in each hand and gave them a
squeeze. She had fed three kids with these in her
younger days and this past milking had left her with
a fine, if sagging, set of udders. Her areolas were
some two inches across, a dark reddish brown in
colour with a sort of pimpled texture and her teats
were the width of my little finger. They had softened
slightly since my initial pulling at them but they
stiffened again as I milked each one between thumb
and forefinger. Evidently the drug robbed her of
consciousness but left her unconscious reflexes
untouched.

Confident now that there was nothing I couldn’t do to
her plump old body I gripped each erect nipple hard
and pulled up, lifting her heavy breasts away from
her chest, smiling as the heavy tit-flesh was pulled
out of shape. I let go of one nipple and her elderly
udder flopped back against her body. I gave the other
teat a final tug before releasing it. She was semi-
sitting, slumped against the pillows and her heavy
breasts fell slightly to either side of her body. I
was straddling her with my cock standing proud and
oozing pre-cum. My mother in laws mouth was hanging
open. It was an opportunity too good to miss. I knelt
up and pushed my cock down until the purple head was
lined up with her open mouth.

I had one hand on my shaft as I pushed my hips
forward and guided my glistening cockhead between
those thin lips that had so often been pursed in sour
disapproval of something I’d said or done. I could
feel her toothless gums against the sensitive
underside of my glans. I knew she considered oral sex
to be a perversion (she’d said as much to my wife) so
I was confident that this was the first time she’d
ever had a cock in her mouth.

It was all I could do to stop myself grabbing her
hair and ramming my cock down her throat until my
balls rested on her chin but I managed to restrain
myself. I was so aroused that I was dribbling a large
amount of pre-cum and as I pulled out of her mouth a
drop escaped from my piss-hole and dropped down to
form a gleaming strand between my cockhead and her
chin.

The sight was so pleasing that I started to “paint”
her face with my cock – rubbing my glans across her
cheeks until her face was covered in glistening
streaks of slime. I even matted her plucked eyebrows
with it. One hand was directing my cock while the
other held the camera to get the scene captured on
video. I had never produced so much pre-cum in my
life. I squeezed along my rigid shaft and produced
yet another drop which I deposited right onto her
tongue.

“Taste my jizz, you old cunt!” I whispered, turned on
beyond belief by the thought that the first taste of
cock-juice she’d had in all her 75 years had come
from my cock and knowing that she’d have been
disgusted by the very thought.

I looked down at her, panning the camera to capture
her naked torso. Like most old women her skin was
thin and blue veins were visible on the white flesh
of her tits. I imagined them in the days many years
before when I could have made them squirt milk. I
took one rubbery nipple between my lips and sucked
harder and harder. I took the udder in both hands and
squeezed from chest to tip as if milking a cow. I
could see the tiny openings at the end of each teat
where the milk would have escaped in the past but, of
course, no milk had come from them for many years.
The fact that these soft heavy tits had been
untouched and unused for at least 20 years seemed a
criminal waste.

There was something even more important that had been
untouched and unused in the 20 years she had been
widowed and it was time to uncover it. I got off the
bed, stood alongside her and pulled the duvet
completely off the bed. There in front of me was
something I had dreamed of seeing for many years – my
sour-faced, prudish miserable old bitch of a mother
in law completely naked and, best of all, totally at
my mercy and unable to prevent me doing whatever I
wanted to her.

I ran my eyes over her elderly body – from her jism
smeared face, down over the sagging udders, their
ends gleaming with my saliva, down over her soft
wrinkled belly which still carried the stretch marks
from her three long ago pregnancies. I saw her wide
hips and the slightly parted and surprisingly slim
legs and there, at the junction of her slightly
wrinkled thighs and slightly hidden beneath the
crease of her saggy belly, I saw her elderly cunt.
Her mound was plump and the hairs on it hinted at the
full bush she must have had before the ageing process
had started to diminish the hairiness of her sex.

I was sure that area had never seen a razor and
although the hairs covered an area from just under
her belly and the top of her hairy triangle was wide
the actual coverage was sparse. As with most women
her age what her pubes lacked in number they made up
for in length as they were no longer as tightly
curled as in her teenage years but were long and
straggly. Sparse though they were on her mound there
was a strong tuft of greying hairs at the top of her
slit.

I rested my hand on her mound, feeling her hairs
against my palm. It seemed only right to lean forward
and push my tongue into her mouth. I traced her gums
with my tongue and tasted my own juices. It was
incredibly erotic. My middle finger rested on the
start of her slit. I moved it slowly down, parting
the plump outer lips. I felt the small bump of her
unaroused clitoris (did she play with it sometimes?
When was the last time?) and on down between her legs
until my fingertip found her elderly hole. She was
unaroused and my finger could just enter a tiny
amount before it felt too dry. Of course, I could
have just forced it up her but I was in no hurry.

“Let’s see what you’ve got down there, shall we?” I
whispered in her ear. I wanted to have a proper
examination so I needed to get her into position. I
grabbed her ankles and pulled her down the bed. She
had been partly sitting but now she was flat on her
back and her heavy tits fell each side of her body.
She would be at her best on all fours with her udders
dangling but I couldn’t see a way of getting her in
that position. Anyway, I wanted to concentrate on her
cunt now.

I slid her down until her feet were just off the bed
and then rolled her on her side. I put a couple if
pillows near her arse and managed to manhandle her
until she was on her back again but with her hips
pushed up by the pillows beneath her buttocks. I
grabbed her ankles again and pushed them up towards
her crotch. Her knees flexed then fell apart so she
was in the classic spread position. I pulled up a
chair and sat down, looking up between her wide open
thighs.

The view was superb! Her entire sex was on show. I
could see the full length of her slit. Her pose had
caused her cunt to gape slightly and I could see the
dark, wrinkled inner lips. They were together and
protruded from the outer labia by about half an inch.
I teased them part with my thumb and forefinger,
opening her like a flower. When they were peeled
right back the small bump of her old clitoris was
exposed and I could see the opening to her long
disused fuck-hole.

I used my fingers to hold her slit as wide as I
could, pulling her cunt open so I could see inside. I
tested it again with my forefinger but it was still
dry. No problem! I was producing enough lubrication
for both of us. I transferred some clear cock-juice
from the tip of my penis to my finger and spread a
generous helping around the entrance to her cunt.

Soon my finger and her vulva were slippery and
glistening. I pushed and this time my finger slid in
up to the last knuckle. For the first time in over 20
years my frigid old prude of a mother in law was
being finger fucked by a man. I moved my finger in
and out, forcing it as far inside her as I could with
each inward thrust. I ran my thumb over her ancient
clit. Was it my imagination or was it swelling?

I leant forward and did something to her that I was
sure her husband had never done – I took her elderly
clitoris between my lips and started to suck on it,
running my tongue across it as I did so. Now I could
definitely feel it swelling with arousal.

I looked up across her belly – the old cow was
completely out, to all intents and purposes sound
asleep, her mouth agape and, now she was on her back,
snoring quite loudly. Her conscious mind might be
asleep but her body was responding automatically and
becoming aroused. I sat back, my finger still gliding
in and out of her and studied the effect I was having
on her. Her nipples were erect as was her clitoris –
both stood out nicely.

Her wrinkled piss-flaps were engorged and swollen and
peeled back and her ancient fuck-hole was glistening
with an elixir of my pre-cum and her own cunt-juice.
Her mind was asleep but her body was begging to be
fucked. I forced another finger up her and pushed
right up her until a fingertip found her elderly
cervix. Time to do what I wanted to do for years and
fuck my mother in law senseless.

I stood up and slid her, and the pillows beneath her,
slightly further down the bed until the edge of the
mattress was under the back of her knees. I reached
down and positioned my cock so the head was just on
the entrance to her cunt. I grabbed her behind each
knee and bent her legs up. She was spread wide as I
rammed my cock up her. Her elderly hole hadn’t had a
man near it since she’d been widowed 20 years before
and probably even longer (I got the impression sex
stopped for him soon after the birth of their third
child). Now I was slamming into her and feeling my
balls slap against her flabby old arse-cheeks. Her
udders quivered and jiggled, rippling with the shock
of every hard thrust.

And all through this, as I pounded her elderly fuck-
hole, old bitch stayed sound asleep, her head being
jolted from side to side, mouth open as I used her
fat old body. If she’d woken up and found me raping
her she’d had died of embarrassment and horror but
she was totally unaware of what was being done to
her. A shame – she would never know how much pleasure
her neglected old hole was giving me. I was talking
to her as I fucked her – “Take it, you old cunt! Take
my cock up that hairy old hole!”

I felt myself on the verge of coming and much as I
wanted to unload inside her I realised that she would
be more than suspicious if she woke in the morning to
find my sperm oozing from between her legs so I
pulled out of her and climbed on the bed, straddling
her flabby belly. I grabbed her right hand, wrapped
her unresisting fingers round my slippery shaft and
moved it.

I wondered when she’d last wanked a man’s cock and
all too soon I felt myself spurting my jism. I aimed
for her chest and jet after jet of hot sperm hit her
pale flesh – some between her tits, running down
across the white tit-flesh and onto her nipple and
one or two particularly strong spurts hitting her
face. I wiped my glistening knob over her lips. She
would wake with an unfamiliar taste in her mouth – I
was sure she’d tasted spunk before.

I spent the next quarter of an hour taking photos of
her from every angle – close ups of her cunt, full
length shots that would possibly by useful in the
future to expose her. I rolled her over and used my
fingers to part the fat cheeks of her arse. As the
tight puckered rosette of her anus was revealed I
felt my slackening cock begin to stiffen again. I
looked at my watch. It would be a good three hours
before she was likely to wake up…

I rolled her onto her front, I made sure her face
wasn’t pressed into the pillow and that she could
breathe and prepared to continue her abuse…