Shutup and WATCH, You Limp-Dick! by Prim
"Come on, get into the bedroom. You're going to watch every moment as Carrie has sex with Mister Hunter." Priscilla Ravenburgh pushed her son-in-law ahead of her into the bedroom and led him up the side of the bed where his high chair was waiting.
Nick Hunter turned his head from the deep, smooching kiss he was giving Carrie. She turned too, lit up to see her husband in his baby bonnet and dress and burst out laughing. "Here comes the infant," she cried. "Jennifer is going to sit and watch as we kiss and cuddle. You never know, she might learn how to become a man again for having sex with me, instead of jerking into her diaper like a pathetic baby girl."
Nick Hunter pulled her face back to his and gave her another almighty kiss. His hands were everywhere: holding her gorgeous blond hair, squeezing her twenty-two inch waist, grabbing her stupendously rounded ass onto his thick, expectant cock. "We'd better show the baby then, hadn't we?" he snarled between kisses. "Onto the bed, my lioness, I wanna penetrate all that sex of yours and pump you hard for hours to come!"
This was music to Priscilla's ears as she fastened Jeremy Burton into his high chair beside the bed. The love talk of a real man, bursting to fuck the rhythm out of her daughter til his jizz was all over the bedroom, compared with the woeful, endless failure they had all seen when this infantile little pervert had tried to 'show his affections'. There's nothing more likely to embitter a mother than a son-in-law who denies the attractiveness of her daughter, and in this case, that sexual thrill in him was prompted instead by putting on women's underpinnings. This was the thunderous discovery she made when she came home to find him in her bedroom surrounded by her slips and girdles, wearing a bra and panties from her dresser and sporting the mother and father of a bursting cock.
"Carrie! Carrie darling!" wheedled Jeremy from his bedside perch, "please don't let him make love to you!" There was desperation all over his crimson face.
His words were a red rag to Priscilla as she set her high stool beside his chair. "Don't you DARE say that to your long-suffering, beautiful wife, you limp-dicked SISSY!" she rasped. "Just remember how pathetic YOU were in bed beside her, and see how REAL men cherish her and give her the hard cocks she deserves."
The tears swelled in Jeremy Burton's eyes as he watched from the white satin surround of his bonnet. His hands were secured to his feeding tray, his bootees were fastened to the legs of his chair and his dress and petticoats were spread and prettied by his attentive Mother-In-Law as the two of them settled down to watch every detail of frantic, passionate love-making in front of them.
If only he didn't have this ache in his groin as he watched, and reflected, and knew that he was indeed more suited to being a sissy-baby-girl watching from the side-lines, with everybody knowing he was an impotent, effeminate joke.
"Ohhh Nick! Fuck me! Fuck me harder, you LION!" gasped Carrie. "Ohhhh! That's right! Keep going! Keep goooiiiing! Ohhhhhhh!"
Her words stung her pitiful husband, while also bringing his pleasure to a peak, and a pathetic few squirts of baby cum came pushing into the front of his diaper as he watched, helplessly, while his Mother-In-Law produced a pair of her rose pink silk panties to spread over her hand and spread across his face with for him to kiss and respect for her. Yes, this was his proper place: watching the real sex and succumbing pathetically to panty power from his dominant, female superiors.
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