My mother-in-law is not pretty. She is an old bitter, fat woman. She makes my wife and kids upset every time she visits. She is hopelessly preoccupied with appearances and what "people might think." I had enough. I started to prepare a very special surprise for Irene's next uninvited visit.
Irene stayed in the spare room that I often use as an office, so I rearranged the book shelf to hide a surveillance camera—one pointed at the bed. The next day, when I looked at the recording on my laptop, I knew I had the old witch.
The interesting point of the video was short, but it was enough. There she was, lying on the bed, and she started rubbing her hands over her nightgown. She caressed her big fat boobs over her top, pinching the nipples through the flannel material. Her hands worked down her body to rub her meaty thighs through the material, and then between her legs. She started to breath heavily.
I watched and thought, "I got the old bitch now," when she suddenly stopped and stood up. "Damn," I thought, "this is not quite enough." But then she moved back into view carrying a 10 inch, very lifelike dildo. The next three minutes were not a pretty sight. But it did not take her long to cum while slamming that huge dong in and out.
The next morning at breakfast, I said nothing. The kids went off to school, and the wife went to work. While Irene took a shower, went to her room, turned on the pc, and put the video in a loop on the machine there. Then I returned to the kitchen table and waited.
The screech came five minutes later. I bolted to her room and nonchalantly asked if she was ok. After she stopped screaming, I pointed out to her that I had copies of the movie she had been watching, and that it was time for her to do as she was told—unless, of course she wanted the movie distributed to her Mah Jong club, etc.
"Want do you want?" she asked. "Money?"
