PENETRATED BY MOTHER-IN-LAW! It was their wedding day...and they were alone. Jenny undressed him as they stood in the lounge. She calmly and slowly stripped him naked. Bill shivered as she took his hand. "Is this really necessary?" He asked. "Do you know how...vulnerable I feel?" Jenny ignored the question saying, "You know what she said - you leave all of your ,ale clothes here, and you start your new life, with her! You can wear heels...you're legs look simply gorgeous in heels." Her husband blushed but obediently screwed his toes inside the backless pink satin slippers. Jenny examined him for a moment before leading him to the stairs. To the bedroom. Her mother was waiting for them. Bill felt his faces burn as this grey-haired and fully dressed matron ran her greedy eyes over his naked form. He almost DIED when she saw his high-heeled slippers. And hot tears of shame threatened to spill from his eyes. Jenny closed the door behind them. He was trapped! And Bill stared at the bed. "What now?" HE asked sullenly, "Do I wear ...THAT?" And he pointed to the wedding gown. Jenny shook her head, "Not yet...first I want Mummy to ..to TEACH you what we mean about being a woman, I want a blushing bride in my wedding bed!" His eyes went wide. But weeks of obedience in skirts had conditioned him. He remained silent. But his face was hot and flushed. He was on the verge of tears. Jenny and her mother exchanged glances. Her mother wasted no time... Bill blinked as she flipped opened the small black buttons of her tight-fitting silk dress. His eyes went wide as she slipped the soft shiny garment from her wide shoulders. He gasped as it slithered over her massive hips. She was wearing an old-fashioned three-quarter-length bra. His eyes swept greedily over its cone-shaped cups. Made of shiny blue satin and overlaid with sexy black lace it was, to Bill, incredibly erotic. Seeing the excitement on his face the grey-haired woman slid her palms over her shiny-blue satin half-slip. Bill shivered as she pulled him towards her. He was surprised at her strength. He could feel her muscles ...and he could feel the heat of her lust! She tried to kiss him and he pulled away saying, "Olga, please, don't!" Her small dark eyes narrowed, "Don't tell me you don't want it...Listen! I've bought you a nightdress..and I've bought a dildo!" Bill paled. The heavy-set woman took his palm and pressed it against her tight silk under-skirt. He could feel the hard jutting head of the dildo. "This is for YOU..this is for the blushing bride!" She whispered thickly. Her words stunned him, and for a moment he couldn't speak. He turned wide-eyed with shaock, to his wife. But she was dismissive. "You must have known this would happen." She hissed. "You are my WIFE! What on earth did you expect?" Her mother was impatient, "Listen. This is what Jenny wants. This is what I want...but more importantly it's what YOU want!" Bill pulled away as though stung. He had felt the unmistakable bulge in her groin. And it scared him. "No...no...NO!" He told them, "I said I'd wear a dress...she didn't say ANYTHING about being a ...being a woman. And I never agreed to sharing our honeymoon with ...with you!" Olga glared at him. "Its too late Bill, I WILL share your bed...and you WILL be a bride!" Bill felt his knees turn to rubber. His wife held his hand saying, "Don't be silly darling..THIS is right for you, this is right for US! Now get into your nightdress...It's a beautiful nightdress darling, wear it..for me, make yourself pretty... for me...DO IT!" Their eyes locked. He heard the murmur of passing traffic. He heard a clock ticking and he knew he had no choice. Like a man in a coma his eyes were drawn to the nightdress that lay on the white satin bedspread. A blushing pink nightdress decorated with white lace. A floor length creation, figure-hugging all the way to the knee, where it then flared out under more white lace. His hands shook as he picked it up. A hollow sensation in the pit of his stomach threatened to overwhelm his already rocky emotions. But nothing in the world could have stopped him from casting its skirts over his head and shoulders. Bill gasped aloud as it slithered in shimmering folds over his naked body. His red-tipped fingers trembled violently as he adjusted the thin satin shoulders straps. The cunningly-cut opera top appeared to mould the flesh of his once manly chest into the semblance of a woman's bosom...and he found it difficult to tear his eyes from the contrasting lace and satin. The two females exchanged glances as Bill walked towards the mirror luxuriating in the sensual embrace of the sheer silk skirt. It stroked him, caressed and massaged him, with every step. It was so long he had to hold the skirt with one hand, raising it off the floor so he could walk. Standing in front of the mirror he ran his hands up and down, his eyes closed in secret ecstasy, as his palms stroked his nipples through the sleek tailored top of the nightdress. His nipples hardened visibly, their tender swollen tips pushing the ice cool silk outwards. He groaned. His palms slid down, over the smooth flat stomach, into the well of his silken groin. His knuckles brushed against his thighs and he thought he might faint from pleasure. Swallowing painfully Bill sat on the edge of the huge double bed. He carefully arranged his skirts about his thighs. He crossed his smooth and now hairless legs and leaned backwards so that his tiny breasts strained against the sheer fabric of the pink nightgown. His mother in law stared... Her eyes were hot and feverish. He shivered as she gloated. "You are my bride?" She asked teasingly, "My trembling virgin bride?" her words were thick with lust. Bill looked at Jenny; she smiled and walked into the bathroom...closing the door behind her! Bill experienced a moment of sheer panic..but he was also VERY excited, he turned to Jenny's mother, "Yes," He replied huskily, "I am your bride." His mother-in-law wanted more, "You are my... wife?" He nodded. His mouth was dry and he felt light-headed; he actually WANTED this fat grey-haired woman! But she wanted total surrender, "Say it!" She hissed, "I want to hear you admit it. You are a woman. My woman!" Bill chewed his lip, his painted lips. Then, hesitantly, girlishly, he whispered, "I...I'm your wife. I'm your woman!" And the words made him blush; a deep shaming crimson. Her eyes glittered with a fierce excitement. This handsome youth was surrendering to her. She stepped closer, her chest heaving with lust. "And you want me don't you? You want me to make love to you?" "Oh yes," Bill said with feeling, "Oh yes, yes I do...please!" And he opened his arms. Olga stood next to the bed and whispered. "Lie back. Spread your legs, Tonight I'm going to make a real woman of you!" Bill slid eagerly across the satin covered bed, he arranged his body so he was spread-eagled, ready and willing....for her! He felt sluttish and wanton. Like a high-priced tart...and yet as scared and fearful as a virgin bride on her wedding night! His eyes opened wide at the sight of her bugling groin. And it suddenly occurred to him that he WAS a virgin! Olga stripped and approached the bed. She looked down at this feminised male. A wolfish grin stole over her face as the knowledge of her power, her complete and utter dominance of this man. Bill smiled up ate her anxiously, a hesitant, frightened smile. He's afraid of me...she thought. And the thought excited her. Wearing only her black girdle and her old-fashioned bra, with her monstrous dildo jutting upwards she joined him on the bed and held him close. Bill felt the hard point of her dildo...he shivered and whimpered, "Please...please be gentle with me. Please don't hurt me...I...I'm a ..I'm a virgin!" The fat grey-haired woman loomed over him. Her eyes were shiny with lust. Again he wanted to tell her how scared and fearful he was... Her mouth silenced him...and Bill simply melted in her arms... her tongue probed his mouth and her knees impatiently nudged his thighs apart. Bill opened his thighs....eagerly accepting the rude thrust of her dildo. He moaned through her kisses as she slipped it inside him. He writhed beneath her in wild abandon. His arms slid around her massive shoulders. He enjoyed feeling her blue satin bra. He pulled her close. And as her fat ageing body jerked against him he meekly surrendered to her bizarre lust. For a long time their was no sound except the frantic slapping of her flesh against his; except her heavy breathing and his moans of delight. Until she whispered, "When Jenny comes back we'll do it doggy-fashion...and she can watch!" He stiffened in her arms....but as her hands mauled his small breasts; as his nipples hardened under her touch he whispered, "Why can't SHE wear a dildo?" And he blushed! His mother-in-law grinned down at him, "What a marvellous idea! Jenny can slip it inside your mouth..as I take you from behind!" Bill pulled her close, "Kiss me...kiss me hard!" And her mouth closed over his. As her tongue snaked inside his mouth Bill tried to imagine life as her lover; with Jenny AND her mother sharing his bed. They could both use him. And he moaned like a woman; squealed, like a girl! The heavy, squat, fat toad-like female lay on top of him. Her breath came in gasping heaves, her roly-poly flesh pounded into his. The sheer weight of her crushed all possible resistance from him....he was spread-eagled, pinned under her thrusting heaving mass. Her bucking, jerking, hips and shudderingly stabbing groin slammed into him with a terrible urgent passionate rhythm that stunned his senses. His fingers clawed her broad back, his legs and thighs spread wide in sluttish invitation. Suddenly the door opened, he stared wide-eyed at his wife. Jenny stood in the doorway....wearing only a bra, and her dildo! Jenny, his lovely wife was wearing a thick rubber dildo! As she approached the side of the bed; with her mother still slamming herself against him Bill reached out...to touch his wife's naked body..to touch her dildo! "Kiss it!" Jenny whispered, "Suck it darling, and tell Mummy to hurry!" Bill gingerly kissed the head of the fat life-like dildo...and then, slowly, reluctantly, fearfully he allowed his wife to slide the thick life-like dildo deep into his mouth. His eyes watched her as she told him, "You are a slut! A tart!" Gagging with shame his eyes grew wide and his face grew hot. And he KNEW it was true. He wanted HER, he wanted them both...and he wanted to be a whore! He sucked....and his wife laughed. This was going to be a special honeymoon; with his wife acting the part of the husband; and his mother sharing their bed! He couldn't wait to wear his pink going-away suit; and he truly wanted to wear panties! THIS was his new life..and he WANTED it. NEEDED it! ::