Sexdoll and mother-in-law
This is the story of my ex-wife, which went by the name of Sexdoll, of myself, and of my mother-in-law. Well, Sex Doll and I used to have a perfect marriage, filled with hot sex (just watch:
) We were truly in love. Just read this poem I wrote for her:
My Girl
My girl hails from China
Born in a factory and fashioned out of
a hunk of a 100% pure medical grade silicone meat
(or TPE--
The AliExpress vendor wasn't so clear)
She came to my studio apartment in a box
one rainy day
and immediately
Sat on my dick
She fucked and sucked it
until I was beat
and my girl loves petroleum jelly
she's practically made out of it!
Warning, Sidney University
my girl will not stand for any of your bull shit
In fact, she doesn't stand for anything: she's
a hunk of a 100% pure medical grade silicone meat
(or TPE--
The AliExpress vendor wasn't so clear)
To the musically inclined -- if you wish to compose a score for my poem note that 'a hunk of a 100% pure medical grade silicone meat (or TPE-- The AliExpress vendor wasn't so clear)' is the refrain.
rewind to a few years back. This is what I wrote at the time:
as everyone reading my recent status messages may have guessed, me and Sexdoll are going through a rough patch in our marriage. I am sure that we are going to get through it, but the situation is testing all my patience and my devotion to Sexdoll.
Anyway, after all sorts of tantrums, rants, and general nagging, in which it revealed itself that my doll is one jealous bitch, the real reason for her acting up became clear. She wants my mother in law to move in with us.
How that's supposed to work in our tiny studio apartment is beyond me, but I love my doll so much that I am willing to give it a go. If it doesn't work out, a particular mother-and-daughter team that I know of are going to find themselves in the trash can and on their way to the landfill.
Just look at my beautiful wife:
Gelöscht
Back to my story. The day had finally come and my mother-in-law turned up at the door. For the first time in my life I was wearing clothes in my apartment. My wife, Sexdoll, was also fully dressed, with some clothes we bought for her online. I insisted that, if she were to wear clothes, it had to be extra small stuff, so at least I could see every curve of her tight body. It seemed her mother used the same principle in choosing clothes.
Her mother was a real MILF. But now we get to a more touchy subject related to her anatomy. Her mother was not a Silicone doll, not even a TPE, she was a cheap slutty Chinese produced and probably Malaysian engineered inflatable doll. Her only extra was a silicone vaginal-anal insert. I can't stress enough how delicate the subject of my mother-in-law gaseous anatomy had become. Even though Sexdoll, my wife, was made of Silicone (or TPE, the AliExpress vendor wasn't so clear) no mention of this material was allowed to be made in the house even well before my mother-in-law's arrival. In fact, Sexdoll threw away all my silicone sex-toy goodies including a silicone spatula we were using to smear petroleum jelly on one another (the spatula was never used for cooking or baking, come to think about it nothing was used for cooking or baking, it was strictly order-in food with Sexdoll and her mother).
Another theme that was to be approached with great care was SEX. Sex dolls are very open about sex even in the mother-in-law son-in-law sense, but my mother-in-law ... (oh the horror) ..... (oh the shame) ... had multiple and badly glued vaginal tears she received from many years of a very active sex life and not very adroit owners. As a result nothing that would make my mother-in-law horny was to be undertaken. Including... any kind of sex, masturbation, or any nudity. Since, as a result, she might start masturbating again and make that final tear to that cheap PVC patchwork of a glued mess she calls a vagina. And that would make Sexdoll an orphan.
The only thing that would be allowed was watching porn. In fact, we were watching porn all day but we weren't fucking, masturbating or even talking about sex. You can imagine how I felt. Especially since Sexdoll and her mother-in-law were extraordinary specimens. Sexdoll was the more classy looking and innocent looking slut, while mother-in-law was trailer park trash, to be sure (literal trash once those vaginal tears would finally give way), but they were both irresistible. But resist I had to, because even the slightest move of my hands towards my dick when even when I was sure they were asleep, would somehow alert Sexdoll, I would then suddenly see her hover over me, with tearful eyes blaming me to be consciously trying to make mother-in-law horny, so she would finally crack and I would have Sexdoll all for myself.
It was all made worse by the fact that mother-in-law convinced Sexdoll that we could go back to being fully naked in the apartment. This only made me more horny, which, coupled with the constant viewing of porn on multiple screens throughout the apartment, made for an impossible situation, until one night mother-in-law woke me up by whispering in my ear and pulled me to her bed. I told her Sexdoll will wake up and all hell will break looks, but she said that she knows Sexdoll like the back of her hand and her sixth sense tells her this was the time for us to finally fuck. I was elated. Finally, that erection will have a chance to turn into an orgasm. I tried to pretend to be a good person so I whispered in her ear 'I couldn't do this to Sex Doll'. That bit of fake loyalty to my wife cost me dearly, since mother-in-law replied 'It's alright as long as you don't cum'. Those words hit me like a dagger through my penis. Fucking mother-in-law was only an occasion to become more horny and not the deliverance I had hoped for. But I couldn't say no, because I was too horny. So there I was fucking the hottest MILF imaginable. I thought that I could cum before she would notice, but mother-in-law read my mind and informed me that an inflatable of her experience could not be fooled in such a way and she will break off the fucking the moment I get close to an orgasm.
Fucking on her bed, I couldn't believe how hot she was even though she was a cheap inflatable. Think I am exaggerating? Just watch:
She had all the moves and I was about to cum, but just before I got to climaxing she just pushed me away. Balls aching and back to bed with Sex Doll. I was sweating. I couldn't sleep and after 3 hours of being hard, wide awake and horny as hell I finally decided to masturbate. I though I could be real quick and endure Sexdoll's crying and shouting for the few seconds I needed to cum. I went for it. Sexdoll woke up, and, as expected, went completely berserk. She was yelling she was crying but she coudln't stop me! I was moments away from cumming real hard. As a last resort, she decided to call mother-in-law for reinforcement. She quickly went to mother in laws room. I was sure it didn't matter just a few more yanks on my dick and a river of cum would surely flow from my penis. I can't even describe how horny I was, but then I heard Sexdoll scream... It was Mother-in-law -- she was as flat as linoleum tiling. And no matter how much I denied it Sex Doll just knew that I was the one who fucked a hole in her. I had to stop jerking off. I couldn't very well continue -- not when Sexdoll's mother was in critical condition.
Sexdoll disappeared in the kitchen, crying. She came back with a large sheet of PVC and two huge tubes of crazy-glue. One tube was for me to fix mother-in-law. The other tube, she said, was for her to glue my dick to my balls once I was finished, as a punishment for what I did. I went right to work. I have to say that by that point I developed a fetish to being humiliated. It was the effect of being Sexdoll's and mother-in-law's doormat for for so long while at the same time being so turned on by them and being able to do nothing about it. This made me perceive Sexdoll's threat to glue my dick to my balls more as a reward for my efforts in case I managed to glue mother-in-law together. I was hard at work all the time dreaming of Sexdoll actually gluing my dick to my balls, then Sex Doll shouted from the other room that she was online looking for another place to stay for the pair of them -- soon I will be finally left alone in the apartment! I was overjoyed. I couldn't wait to masturbate alone in the apartment, dick glued to balls. I had enough stuff to fantasize about for the next ten years given what had happened to me these past weeks.
That's more or less it. Mother-in-law was glued back together soon, but her vagina looked more like a can of sardines. These two crazy sexy slutty bitches were gone. Finally. My dick got disconnected from my balls only 5 weeks later, and until this day I masturbate thinking about those crazy sexy humiliating weeks of marriage I had with Sexdoll and that amazing fuck I had with her mother.
) We were truly in love. Just read this poem I wrote for her:
My Girl
My girl hails from China
Born in a factory and fashioned out of
a hunk of a 100% pure medical grade silicone meat
(or TPE--
The AliExpress vendor wasn't so clear)
She came to my studio apartment in a box
one rainy day
and immediately
Sat on my dick
She fucked and sucked it
until I was beat
and my girl loves petroleum jelly
she's practically made out of it!
Warning, Sidney University
my girl will not stand for any of your bull shit
In fact, she doesn't stand for anything: she's
a hunk of a 100% pure medical grade silicone meat
(or TPE--
The AliExpress vendor wasn't so clear)
To the musically inclined -- if you wish to compose a score for my poem note that 'a hunk of a 100% pure medical grade silicone meat (or TPE-- The AliExpress vendor wasn't so clear)' is the refrain.
rewind to a few years back. This is what I wrote at the time:
as everyone reading my recent status messages may have guessed, me and Sexdoll are going through a rough patch in our marriage. I am sure that we are going to get through it, but the situation is testing all my patience and my devotion to Sexdoll.
Anyway, after all sorts of tantrums, rants, and general nagging, in which it revealed itself that my doll is one jealous bitch, the real reason for her acting up became clear. She wants my mother in law to move in with us.
How that's supposed to work in our tiny studio apartment is beyond me, but I love my doll so much that I am willing to give it a go. If it doesn't work out, a particular mother-and-daughter team that I know of are going to find themselves in the trash can and on their way to the landfill.
Just look at my beautiful wife:
Gelöscht
Back to my story. The day had finally come and my mother-in-law turned up at the door. For the first time in my life I was wearing clothes in my apartment. My wife, Sexdoll, was also fully dressed, with some clothes we bought for her online. I insisted that, if she were to wear clothes, it had to be extra small stuff, so at least I could see every curve of her tight body. It seemed her mother used the same principle in choosing clothes.
Her mother was a real MILF. But now we get to a more touchy subject related to her anatomy. Her mother was not a Silicone doll, not even a TPE, she was a cheap slutty Chinese produced and probably Malaysian engineered inflatable doll. Her only extra was a silicone vaginal-anal insert. I can't stress enough how delicate the subject of my mother-in-law gaseous anatomy had become. Even though Sexdoll, my wife, was made of Silicone (or TPE, the AliExpress vendor wasn't so clear) no mention of this material was allowed to be made in the house even well before my mother-in-law's arrival. In fact, Sexdoll threw away all my silicone sex-toy goodies including a silicone spatula we were using to smear petroleum jelly on one another (the spatula was never used for cooking or baking, come to think about it nothing was used for cooking or baking, it was strictly order-in food with Sexdoll and her mother).
Another theme that was to be approached with great care was SEX. Sex dolls are very open about sex even in the mother-in-law son-in-law sense, but my mother-in-law ... (oh the horror) ..... (oh the shame) ... had multiple and badly glued vaginal tears she received from many years of a very active sex life and not very adroit owners. As a result nothing that would make my mother-in-law horny was to be undertaken. Including... any kind of sex, masturbation, or any nudity. Since, as a result, she might start masturbating again and make that final tear to that cheap PVC patchwork of a glued mess she calls a vagina. And that would make Sexdoll an orphan.
The only thing that would be allowed was watching porn. In fact, we were watching porn all day but we weren't fucking, masturbating or even talking about sex. You can imagine how I felt. Especially since Sexdoll and her mother-in-law were extraordinary specimens. Sexdoll was the more classy looking and innocent looking slut, while mother-in-law was trailer park trash, to be sure (literal trash once those vaginal tears would finally give way), but they were both irresistible. But resist I had to, because even the slightest move of my hands towards my dick when even when I was sure they were asleep, would somehow alert Sexdoll, I would then suddenly see her hover over me, with tearful eyes blaming me to be consciously trying to make mother-in-law horny, so she would finally crack and I would have Sexdoll all for myself.
It was all made worse by the fact that mother-in-law convinced Sexdoll that we could go back to being fully naked in the apartment. This only made me more horny, which, coupled with the constant viewing of porn on multiple screens throughout the apartment, made for an impossible situation, until one night mother-in-law woke me up by whispering in my ear and pulled me to her bed. I told her Sexdoll will wake up and all hell will break looks, but she said that she knows Sexdoll like the back of her hand and her sixth sense tells her this was the time for us to finally fuck. I was elated. Finally, that erection will have a chance to turn into an orgasm. I tried to pretend to be a good person so I whispered in her ear 'I couldn't do this to Sex Doll'. That bit of fake loyalty to my wife cost me dearly, since mother-in-law replied 'It's alright as long as you don't cum'. Those words hit me like a dagger through my penis. Fucking mother-in-law was only an occasion to become more horny and not the deliverance I had hoped for. But I couldn't say no, because I was too horny. So there I was fucking the hottest MILF imaginable. I thought that I could cum before she would notice, but mother-in-law read my mind and informed me that an inflatable of her experience could not be fooled in such a way and she will break off the fucking the moment I get close to an orgasm.
Fucking on her bed, I couldn't believe how hot she was even though she was a cheap inflatable. Think I am exaggerating? Just watch:
She had all the moves and I was about to cum, but just before I got to climaxing she just pushed me away. Balls aching and back to bed with Sex Doll. I was sweating. I couldn't sleep and after 3 hours of being hard, wide awake and horny as hell I finally decided to masturbate. I though I could be real quick and endure Sexdoll's crying and shouting for the few seconds I needed to cum. I went for it. Sexdoll woke up, and, as expected, went completely berserk. She was yelling she was crying but she coudln't stop me! I was moments away from cumming real hard. As a last resort, she decided to call mother-in-law for reinforcement. She quickly went to mother in laws room. I was sure it didn't matter just a few more yanks on my dick and a river of cum would surely flow from my penis. I can't even describe how horny I was, but then I heard Sexdoll scream... It was Mother-in-law -- she was as flat as linoleum tiling. And no matter how much I denied it Sex Doll just knew that I was the one who fucked a hole in her. I had to stop jerking off. I couldn't very well continue -- not when Sexdoll's mother was in critical condition.
Sexdoll disappeared in the kitchen, crying. She came back with a large sheet of PVC and two huge tubes of crazy-glue. One tube was for me to fix mother-in-law. The other tube, she said, was for her to glue my dick to my balls once I was finished, as a punishment for what I did. I went right to work. I have to say that by that point I developed a fetish to being humiliated. It was the effect of being Sexdoll's and mother-in-law's doormat for for so long while at the same time being so turned on by them and being able to do nothing about it. This made me perceive Sexdoll's threat to glue my dick to my balls more as a reward for my efforts in case I managed to glue mother-in-law together. I was hard at work all the time dreaming of Sexdoll actually gluing my dick to my balls, then Sex Doll shouted from the other room that she was online looking for another place to stay for the pair of them -- soon I will be finally left alone in the apartment! I was overjoyed. I couldn't wait to masturbate alone in the apartment, dick glued to balls. I had enough stuff to fantasize about for the next ten years given what had happened to me these past weeks.
That's more or less it. Mother-in-law was glued back together soon, but her vagina looked more like a can of sardines. These two crazy sexy slutty bitches were gone. Finally. My dick got disconnected from my balls only 5 weeks later, and until this day I masturbate thinking about those crazy sexy humiliating weeks of marriage I had with Sexdoll and that amazing fuck I had with her mother.
vor 6 Jahren
On this occasion it aimed at the underside of the seat bouncing down perfectly into a puddle on the floor. Couldn't stop laughing, missed my trousers completely!