Richard Cabot was, in almost all ways, a happy and lucky man. At the age of 25, he had a lovely wife, Catherine (age 22), a good job that he enjoyed and, while a new home was being built, he had free room and board with his wife's wealthy parents. His relations with his in-laws always had been pleasant even before he married their daughter a year and one-half ago. Unfortunately, that relationship seemed to have soured, creating a difficult situation for everyone concerned. Actually, the problem was not only his: his mother-in-law, Cynthia, had, for the past several months, become waspish, critical and just hard to live with for everyone, including her husband (and, of course Catherine's father), James. In fact, her most vicious and sarcastic comments were addressed to James while Richard and Catherine were on the periphery. Still, the household atmosphere was poisoned for everyone and, recently, Catherine had increasingly borne the brunt of her mother's ire since James found more and more reasons to avoid being home. Richard's protective instincts had almost caused him to erupt several times, but his wife was able to head off the explosion that was long overdue.
Catherine and Cynthia always had been more than mother and daughter. They truly were "best friends" and had shared each other's good and bad times, having no hesitation in discussing their most intimate feelings with each other, a relationship that had made Catherine's formative years far less traumatic than those of her classmates. She was even able to discuss her first sexual urges and experimentations with her mother, and, as a result, she had none of the "I'll show you, I'll get screwed just to spite you" revolts of those classmates. When that screwing finally did occur during her freshman year in college, she has no hesitation telling Cynthia and received support, not censure. Equally, Cynthia had no difficulty in confiding in Catherine as her daughter matured, creating a mutual trust and companionship.
That, of course, made the current estrangement all the more difficult for Catherine -- she knew that something was seriously wrong, but any efforts she made to broach the issue were met with uncharacteristically cold responses. This was made far worse now that they were sharing the same house and would be disastrous unless, as Richard threatened to Catherine, they moved out of there before he blew up. Catherine finally was close to accepting that solution to prevent the inevitable explosion from occurring, but, one evening when she was out and not there to diffuse the issue, that explosion finally occurred.
Richard, thinking he was alone in the house since James was out of town and Cynthia had gone out earlier, walked into the kitchen wearing nothing but boxer shorts. He was startled to find Cynthia standing there wearing a surprisingly brief and thin nightgown. It was not completely transparent, but her nipples showed clearly through the fabric as did her dark triangle of cunt hair. Seeing her virtually nude body displayed so unexpectedly had the immediate masculine reaction, a hardening cock, until, almost immediately, reality hit -- it was his mother-in-law! It developed that she had returned early and, like him, had assumed that she was alone.
However, rather than ignoring the situation or making light of it, Cynthia lit into Richard for walking around in her house in his underwear. The attack was unfair, of course, and, she admitted later, came largely because she was embarrassed. Nonetheless, her sharp words ignited the fuse that had been smoldering for some time and Richard jabbed back, sarcastically apologizing for his behavior in her house. The battle of words expanded from there, his animosity build up in the weeks of seeing Catherine criticized burst forth, meeting her waspish haranguing about ungrateful, insensitive and immodest young men.
To an unbiased observer, the verbal clash would have been fascinating to watch -- words poured out, faces got red, breathing became rapid. Physically, it would have been interesting, also. Richard was a well-build young man, in good condition, his physique well displayed in his somewhat garish shorts (a present from Catherine on Valentine's Day). Cynthia also was quite well built. She was now 45 years or age, but when she and Catherine were out together, people invariably assumed that they were sisters, only a few years apart. Both were about 5' 5 and had good figures, their breasts a bit oversized, their bottoms perhaps a shade too plump, but if their breasts jiggled a bit as they walked and their hips swayed and bounced a bit, no one complained. Those attributes were well revealed in the gown Cynthia had on, but her embarrassment at her exposure had vanished in the heat of their verbal battle. While Richard had been well aware of what she was showing when he first walked into the room, any conscious appreciation of her attractions had been banished by the red heat of his anger.
The arguing went on, neither really listening to the other, until, thoroughly frustrated, Cynthia swung her hand, attempting to slap Richard in the face. Grabbing her arm, he forced it down saying, "So, you want to hit! I'm going to give you just what your daughter gets when she misbehaves -- a spanking! "
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Oh, no you won't,
" shrieked Cynthia, twisting her arm away and dashing toward her bedroom, followed closely by her furious son-in-law. At that point, he no longer thought of her as his mother-in-law, or anything else for that matter, just a woman who had earned a spanking and was going to get it. If he had thought, of course, discretion probably would have ended the struggle long before, but the buildup of animosity coupled with the vicious verbal attack removed any coherent thought of consequences.
