"Orna darling, let yourself in, there's a good girl. I'm busy with darling Clarence." Panacea Derbyshire lifted her son-in-law's chin with a gloved finger as she listened to her daughter on her phone and planted a long kiss on his lips. It was such a pleasure to see him reddening to the roots of his hair now that his wife was about to arrive. "Yes darling, of course he is being good." She dabbed him with another kiss. Her elegant fingers cupped his head closer to her face so that she didn't have to lean forward to kiss him. Her lips were pressed commandingly over his as Orna came into the room and crossed the carpet to join the intimate couple.
"Here's Mistress Wifey, darling. She's come to say goodbye before her trip to New York."
Husband Clarence's cheeks were a study in deep crimson under the pretend surprise of his wife. "We've been playing our favourite morning game, haven't we, darling? Tell your wife what our favourite game is called."
The husband's face sank even lower onto the taffeta roses on his breast as he summoned enough courage to obey. "We've been - playing - Mummy-In-Law's lovely lingerie, Orna."
His words brought a snort from his wife. "How lovely for you, darling. Mummy is so deeply attractive, isn't she?"
His eyes closed. He was telling the truth. "Y-Yes, Orna. She's - adorable."
"And you feel so lovely and so pretty sitting together, I'm sure?"
"Yes, Orna."
"Are you going to share some nice hugs and kisses with Mumsy while you are wearing her taffeta dress?
"Oh yes," interrupted her mother, "but for that we put on a pair of Mumsy's panties, don't we, darling?" She reached towards the pile of freshly ironed lingerie beside their chair and arranged four pairs of her panties across their laps. Her son-in-law gasped with weakness, his face slumping onto her breast as she cuddled him into the rayon of her slip. Orna made herself useful.
"Let's put my mother's little sissy-in-law into these lovely pink panties of hers. They will make him so soft and effeminate for you, mother."
Whimpers of impotence escaped his glossed lips as his mother-in-law arranged his legs across her lap and his wife slipped the satin and lace legs over his high heels. He grew louder in his flurries of pleasure as he was lifted in slithers of taffeta for his panties to be fitted round his waist, his wife fingering the lace at each leg so that it spread in even sweetness above each of his stocking welts.
Panacea traced her fingers up the length of the cock-shaped tent, drawing a moan from her girlish sissy-in-law. "I think this little dainty is stretching inside Mummy-In-Law's panties, Orna." His wife giggled above him.
"Shall we show Orna how lovely you feel when we kiss each other in my panties, my little girl?"
It was more or less as soon as her warm kiss became open-mouthed and devouring that he lost his control, and his wife was treated to seeing her mother's power over him converted into spurts of cum, seeping from the high point of his worship. She watched until his surrender was a continuing stream into her mother's lap, then left them to it, knowing that he was not going to miss her for one minute while she was away.