SUBMIT TO YOUR MOTHER-IN-LAW! IN BED! She was incredibly patient. The first apron she gave him was a barbecue-type. Made of shiny red PVC it was the kind of thing many husband's wore when cooking outside. Then, when he was used to that one she gave him one for inside, a butcher's apron of plain white cotton. As the weeks went by she bought him different types. If he helped in the kitchen she threw him a blue nylon creation with a bibbed front, 'just to protect his clothes'; if he worked in the garden, a slick plastic one in green. One evening Jenny took Mike's hand and walked him to the kitchen. 'Help me with the dishes and we'll go to bed.' She whispered meaningfully. Mike allowed his wife to hook a pretty yellow apron over his head. As she turned him round and tied his apron-strings tight his hands slid over the frilled bib and apron skirt. But before he could speak she pulled him close and kissed him hard. They finished the dishes and embraced once more. She was very excited. Her eyes gleamed and her hands roamed over his slim frame. She caressed him through his smooth apron skirt. 'Lie back, over the table.' She hissed. Mike grinned. He'd never seen her so aroused. He allowed her to shove him backwards over the small kitchen table. Her hands fumbled with his belt and his trousers were dragged down. Jenny mounted him. There was no other way to describe her actions. And he willingly allowed her to dominate to proceedings. She humped and jerked her groin against him. And her mouth was live thing, her tongue a snake invading his mouth and throat! When it was all over they both agreed it was the best sex they'd experienced since their wedding night. The next evening Mike arrived home to find his wife waiting for him in the kitchen. Wearing nothing but a short black nightdress. Mike raised an eyebrow. 'I wanted to take you over the table.' She told him huskily, 'Unless you object?' He grinned and shook his head. He moved towards her and she backed away. 'Put your pinny on first.' Mike paused, frowned uncertainly. 'My pinny? Why?' Her eyes were hooded, her voice deep and husky. 'Because you look cute and, I don't know, domesticated, soft and sexy. Hurry. Put it on, for me!' Her clear and obvious excitement had turned his mouth dry with lust. Hesitating only briefly he removed the frilly white and yellow apron from it's hook behind the door. Feeling more than a trifle silly he placed the lace-trimmed halter-neck over his head, slid the smooth apron-strings through his fingers and behind his back. As he fumbled with them his wife moved very close. She kissed him. All his doubts evaporated. Her kiss was long and deep and sensual. He felt himself pushed backwards. Jenny was kissing him everywhere and tugging at his belt. Her love-making was ferocious and at some stage he found himself wearing nothing but the bright shiny apron. But it was truly fantastic sex! Two nights later, as they lay in bed, he reached for her. Moving away she whispered, 'Put your pinny on.' Mike found his emotions mixed. Denying her when he'd worn it previously seemed perverse, and yet he felt extremely uncomfortable that such a female garment could command such a place in their sex life. Reluctantly he left the bed. 'You don't have to go downstairs.' She told him thickly, 'I've bought you a new one - just for the bedroom. It's in your drawer.' Mike slid open his drawer that normally held his underwear. A pale pink tea-apron made of sleek smooth satin stared up at him. It was undeniably pretty, with its smooth round skirt edged with snow-white frills. Taking it out he looked back at jenny. 'You really want me to wear this?' 'Only in bed.' She answered, 'Hurry darling. I want you. NOW!' There was no doubting the urgency in her words. Galvanized by her excitement Mike wrapped the tiny pink tea-apron about his girlish waist. And joined her in the bed. Jenny turned him onto his back with a strength and deliberation that shocked him. She slid her thigh over him and attacked his body. Mike found himself reacting to her furious onslaught. He writhed and moaned under her hot wet kisses, the mauling of his breasts, and the savage jerking of her hips. Jenny used him all night long. And Mike couldn't deny or hide his enjoyment of her dominant role. 'Tell me you enjoy wearing your pinny.' She demanded. Mike hesitated and she slapped him playfully. 'Say it!' He stumblingly admitted he liked wearing a pretty apron. It was a confession he was to regret. The next morning Jenny gave him a bra and a pair of ladies panties. 'I want to see you wearing these under your apron.' She told him casually. Mike stared down with a sick expression. The panties were white with a froth of yellow lace. They looked incredibly girlish. The matching bra was made of glistening white satin, and its preshaped cups were covered with soft yellow lace. 'No.' He said firmly. 'This has already gone too far.' Jenny pushed the bra and panties into his cold hands. 'The next time you go to your club I'll show everyone the pinny you wear in the bedroom. I'll show all of your friends the apron you wear in the kitchen. And we'll ask them if you should wear a bra and panties.' The crudeness of her blackmail stunned him into silence. 'Holding the bra and panties as though they might explode at any moment Mike whimpered, 'But why?' 'Control Mike. Power. You have it. I want it. Obey me and life will be good. Sex will be fantastic. Resist me and you will be humiliated and ruined.' It was that simple. Ten minutes later he was wearing a pretty lace and satin bra and matching panties under a truly pretty full-bibbed apron. And his wife was fucking him rigid! Mike thought his humiliation was complete - until Jenny's mother arrived. With a dildo! He sobbed as Jenny instructed him to accompany her mother to their bedroom. 'Obey Mike. Obey and you will enjoy the experience. Resist and we'll hurt and humiliate you!' Olga locked the bedroom door and stood next to the bed. "Come...bend over!" She whispered..and it suddenly occurred to him that she WANTED to use him..that was enjoying this! He swallowed painfully...and then obeyed her. It was SO shameful. This was his MOTHER-IN-LAW! And she was deliberately and gleefully humiliating him. His whole body shook as he bent low before her. He flinched when she wrapped her arms about his waist. "BE STILL!" She barked. Olga pulled him close..close enough for him to feel the hard blunt head of her dildo! He closed his eyes as her free hand roamed over his feminized body. "I'd never realized until now how girlish your bottom is...and look at these thighs. Plump and soft...you really are a big soft girl!" She told him huskily, "and these are women's hips!" He sobbed. This was awful! Suddenly she was cupping his small breasts. "They feel so real!" She told him huskily, and her mouth found one rigid nipple! He could only submit as she fondled and kissed his feminized flesh at will. Eventually he felt her hands tugging at his knickers..and he wriggled with shame. She drew them down...over his bare thighs, all the way to his knees. "Close your thighs..I want them held at your knees!" He swallowed and bit down on his lower lip. He held his thighs together like a reluctant virgin, his satin knickers gripped with his knees. He was scared, "Please don't hurt me Olga..please!" He whimpered. His mother-in-law grinned, "Don't be silly darling..I'm not going inside you..I'll just slip it between your thighs. Just to show you what life as a tart is all about..now..relax...and enjoy..slut!" She leaned over cupping his small breast through is bra...and laughed in his ear, "Now look up...over there ..in the mirror!" He opened his eyes and looked around..and then he saw! Their reflection was devastating! HE ..dressed in knickers and bra..HER smiling wickedly as she forced him face down and cupped his breasts...sobs of shame wracked his frame. Olga was enjoying herself hugely. "I want you to watch as I use you. I want you to see EVERYTHING as I take my she-male pervert son-in-law. WATCH!" Olga worked her hips..and he groaned..and moaned...the hard rigid dildo slid in and out of his bare, girlish thighs!! Suddenly he froze.... and his wife entered the room! And she too was wearing a dildo! It bulged obscenely from under her tight leather skirt! "Oh NOoooo" He tried to get up but Olga held him tight. "BE STILL!" His wife grinned. "Oh he DOES look sweet." Mike cringed as his mother-in-law stroked his girlish body. "Yes Jenny, he's really quite sexy dressed as a girl." His wife approached and stared down...her eyes were hot and hungry, "Have you told him what I want?" She asked thickly. Olga blushed. "Not yet..I was too busy enjoying myself. Do you want him in a nightdress?" Mike spoke for the first time.."What's going on?" He asked softly. The two women exchanged glances. It was her mother who told him, "You wanted to wear female clothes..so clearly you want to be a woman. We intend using you as a woman...in bed!" Mike felt her release him... And Olga stared hard at her feminized son-in-law "I want you in one of my nighties...do EXACTLY as Jenny wants. If you annoy her I'll be back..with a strap!" And suddenly they were alone. And his wife unzipped her frock saying, "Hurry darling...find a pretty nightdress...you've obviously satisfied Mummy, now it's MY turn!" And he shivered with a delicious expectancy as she stepped out of her knickers. With her black rubber dildo jutting from her groin! The nightdress was silk....red silk with an overlay of frothy black chiffon. He lay on his back on the bed and whimpered, "Please be gentle with me Jenny...please!" His wife mounted him and crushed his lips under hers. Her knees nudged his trembling thighs apart..and he gasped as she jerked herself urgently against him He was a woman..he was HER woman. He held her tight..and opened himself to her...with open arms; open mouth, open legs...like a real slut! "Yes," He whispered hoarsely, "Oh yes, yes yes!" The following morning his Mother-in-law made an early visit to check on Mike's progress. She opened the door and walked into the kitchen. Mike was stirring something on the stove. He was wearing a calf length satin-taffeta frock. A pale pink number that hugged his slim frame emphasizing his girlish figure. She saw the apron strings of a very smart white apron tied into a bow just above his buttocks..and she whistled at the sight of his legs. Long, slim and very sexy in sheer hose. And he was wearing white high-heeled court shoes! Mike whirled around. He hadn't heard her come in. He was wearing a pale pink lipstick and rouge. He had used mascara and eye make-up with obvious skill..he looked truly girlish! Their eyes met and - and he blushed as he recognized the lust in her eyes. "Jenny said I should make myself...pretty, for you," he stammered, "do I look alright. I still feel, you know, shy." Olga was amazed, "Come here." She whispered thickly. "You look adorable!" Mike chewed his lip and slowly walked towards her. He felt, and looked like a shy young bride. Olga slipped her arms around him and kissed him. A long lingering kiss. Mike felt his knees go weak. He sagged against her and moaned through her teeth. Olga ran her hands over his satin-clad buttocks. One palm slid up to cup his breast. Mike felt his own excitement building, and he palmed the front of her silk dress. Yes. She was wearing a dildo! And he wanted her! Olga sensed his mood. She took his hand and led him to the stairs. Mike found it hard to believe he was actually here..in her bedroom. She was old enough to be his mother..and she was fat! Olga was wearing a tight silk taffeta frock, tightly nipped-in at the waist. A sleeveless affair that molded her well-corseted figure. Her massive breasts strained voluptuously at the sheer silk material..and once more he was stunned by the size of her hips and thighs. When she moved he could actually hear the creak and groan of her corsets. And it occurred to him that this was not only insane; it was obscene. How could he accept this from his wife's mother? How could he face Jenny? Olga was aware of his fear and shame. Speaking quickly, not wanting him to change his mind she said, "I've had this one altered..it should fit you perfectly." She was holding an old fashioned lace-up corset; a well-boned, front-busk fastening garment. Mike stared hard...his breathing became ragged, he felt faint. The sight of this rose-pink corset...high at the back, and with full-length back-lacing, thrilled him with a bizarre sense of dread and excitement. He reached and accepted it from her; his trembling fingers touching the four sturdy, adjustable front suspenders. He turned it over in his hands...noting that it had two more elastic and metalled suspenders at the back. He undressed slowly, not daring to look at her. The atmosphere became hot and sexual, charged with excitement and lust. Suddenly she was standing behind him. He smelled her scent. Felt her bust brush against his back. She lay her palms on his bare shoulders. He turned into her arms. They kissed, softly, lingeringly. He slid his palms up and down her bulk..he could feel the slithering layers of pure satin lingerie through her frock. He could feel the rigid vertical lines of corset steels and the criss-crossing of lacers all the way up her back, from her voluptuous buttocks to just below her shoulders. As her kiss became feverish, as she pressed herself closer to his nakedness, he could feel the rigid busk of her corset, with its clasps and studs running up over her stomach like a row of stiff metal buttons. In his minds eye he saw himself wearing that same corset..and he moaned through her thick red lips. He knew she would take him to her bed..and if that was the price he had to pay..so be it! She broke away from him her chest heaving, her eyes glittering. She takes the corset from him and points to the nightdress on her bed. "First things first," she whispers hoarsely, "lets get into bed darling." As he drapes the knee length silk nightdress over his head and shoulders; as he slides admiring fingers over the crimson skirts she removes her frock. He watches as she parades herself before him clad in a sheer black satin "Princess" slip that is sexily trimmed with cobwebs of black lace. The delicious rustling of expensive female underwear, the sight of her old-fashioned satin bloomers, and her harsh labored breathing, all combine to stun his senses. He is lost in a bizarre sexual frenzy. As he turns towards the huge king size bed she grabs him from behind. She is more confident now...her palms caress his neck and shoulders. "So soft, so creamy." She whispered hoarsely shoving is nightie from his shoulders. Her hands dropped, sliding over his bust, "Beautiful." She murmured in his ear. He felt her palms slide down into the deep well of his waist, over the sharp curve of his hips. "A girls waist but a woman's hips." She muttered. "And all mine!" And they both knew it was!