"Logan, you can be a little rougher with me…"

Late in the middle of the night, the naked woman kneeling on all fours on the bed turned back to look at me. She kept inching her voluptuous hips toward me, yearning for more. Her moist, rosy lips were half-open, and her misty, lust-filled gaze was fully capable of making any man melt.

Just a day ago, I never would have imagined—not even in my wildest fantasies—that I would be conquering my curvaceous and alluring mother-in-law.

My name was Logan Prescott, and I was a 25-year-old married man.

Lately, I had been troubled. My petite, delicate wife simply couldn't handle my thick, extremely well-endowed rod.

On top of that, my stamina was relentless. If I went a single day without release, my whole body felt on edge.

Every time we were together, it ended up feeling almost like an assault, with my wife's eyes rolling back in pleasure just so I could gain the slightest bit of satisfaction.

In less than a month, even her lips had grown two sizes larger.

Things had gotten so intense that my mother-in-law, Maria Walsh, couldn't help but notice. She was my boss and the one who had brought me together with her daughter. At first, she assumed I was a player and had risen to defend her daughter.

When she later learned the truth, she felt a little embarrassed to face me.

That day, I sat in my office, idly thinking about how to improve my wife's skills when my phone suddenly rang. It was Maria. She asked me to meet her in the office.

I knocked on her door. At her soft "Come in," I pushed it open.

The first thing I saw was Maria, bent over with her hips raised, sorting through a cardboard box. As she rifled through the items, her full, rounded hips swayed subtly, catching my eye.

"You're here."

She didn't even lift her head, as if she had already recognized my footsteps. She nodded toward the couch beside her. "Have a seat. I'll be done in a minute."

I said nothing and walked over to the sofa. As I sat down and watched her from behind, I swallowed unconsciously.

If I remembered correctly, my mother-in-law had just turned 40. She was at that age when her desires burned strongest.

Unlike my petite wife, Maria stood at five-foot-six, with a well-kept body and a figure that blended soft fullness with defined curves.

Today, she wore a tight bodycon dress that clung to every line of her body. Her lush hips stretched the fabric taut, and beneath it, the faint outline of pale lavender underwear pressed against her skin, subtly shaping her curves.

That body was pure temptation. The sight alone sparked a wild, almost uncontrollable craving to seize it, to make it mine completely.

"Mom, let me help you."

I walked toward Maria.

As I went by, something in my mind suddenly snapped. Before I knew it, my hand shot out, landing with a sharp smack on her soft, full backside.

Her body went still, and her voice betrayed her surprise.

"What are you doing?"

"Your hips… They're just too tempting. I couldn't stop myself…"

I struggled to get the words out.

Her face flushed crimson. She stood and pinched my waist hard. "Have you lost your mind? Can't get enough of your wife, so now you're coming after me?"

I let out a playful yelp. Since she wasn't really mad, I grinned and teased, "What's wrong with a little touch? If your daughter can't keep up, then you have to do your part…"

"How can you be so shameless, saying things like this?" she snapped softly, though there was no real bite behind it.

She lowered her head and continued sorting through the box, completely unaware that her open collar revealed a glimpse of her soft, pale cleavage. "Help me move these back home later."

Some time ago, she had mentioned needing to bring a stack of books home, but couldn't manage it herself.

Naturally, I agreed. I carried the boxes to the car and drove her back.

"Put them next to the bookshelf in the bedroom."

Following her instructions, I carried a large box inside. As I stood up, I wasn't watching my step and tripped over a pair of slippers, stumbling forward and falling onto the bed.

When I looked down, I saw a strip of black lace peeking from beneath the pillow.

A thong?

Driven by curiosity, I lifted the pillow. Beneath it lay a flesh-colored massager that was definitely not small.

Apparently, she had that side to her.

The thought of my alluring, widowed mother-in-law relying on something like this to satisfy herself made my pulse spike.

Just as I was lost in my fantasies, Maria's heels clicked sharply behind me.

When she saw what I was holding, panic flashed across her face. She snatched it away and shoved it back under the pillow, trying to push me toward the door. "I'll take care of the rest. You should go."

Her flushed, shy expression broke my restraint. I pulled her into my arms.

"You… You're impossible…"

Her cheeks burned red as she struggled weakly against me. Her body shook all over, and then she went entirely soft in my arms.

If I hadn't caught her, she would have gone down completely.

She was so sensitive.

Driven by the moment, I lowered my head to hers, capturing her lips, while my hand slid down, kneading the soft curves of her hips.

Then I grabbed the hem of her dress and pushed it up to her waist.

My fingers traced lower, brushing the edge of her lace underwear. They slid into the curve where her thighs met her hips, sinking into the soft, yielding flesh that seemed to mold around my touch.

"Logan!" Maria gasped. "I'm your mother-in-law, not your wife…"

I murmured, "Then tonight, you're my wife."

I was terrified that if I hesitated, this perfect chance would slip away. I leaned in again.

She struggled desperately. Just as I tried to pin her to the bed, she drove her knee into my stomach and shoved at my neck with both hands, throwing me off her completely.

At the same time, she wriggled to escape, but her legs buckled, and she nearly tumbled to the floor.

"Careful!" I caught her around the waist, slipping my hand back beneath her dress and pressing her against the bed.

Maria clawed at my back. "Take your hand out."

"No," I said.

I half-closed my eyes, enduring the sting, and let my palm linger over the warm, slick roundness of her ass.

Then I began kneading her soft curves again. The heat of her body seared through the lace, igniting a hunger in me that was nearly unbearable.

"Stop it!" Maria rasped. "Do you really think you can treat me however you want just because I used that?"

Then she bit down hard on my shoulder and pounded her fists against my back.

Panic flickered through me. I panicked and leaned in to kiss her eyes. They were damp with tears.

"Stop touching me!" she said, turning her face away.

She was fully grown, yet she blushed like a timid girl.

I didn't dare push too far. Instead, I pressed my lips to hers, teasing her moist tongue.

Maria blinked, stopping mid-motion. She looked lost.

After a while, she wriggled away, flushing with shame. "Are you done touching me?"

It was only then that I noticed my hands were still beneath her dress, exploring her inside her underwear.

I smirked. "How could I ever get enough of you?"

She didn't answer. She bit me again, but this time it was much softer.

"Stop fooling around," she said.

"I am not fooling around. I just want to touch you a little longer."

She threatened, "Do you want me to bite you again?"

I raised a brow. "Could you bite me somewhere else?"

I pushed my hips forward, pressing against the space between her thighs.

"You filthy bastard! Why did I ever introduce you to my daughter?" she snapped.

Maria stopped resisting entirely. Her limbs went slack, and the strap of her dress slipped off her shoulder. She simply lay there, letting me explore the smooth, yielding curves of her ass.

After a while, even that wasn't enough.

I swallowed hard. "Has anyone ever told you that you two don't look alike at all?"

"What?"

Maria looked a little stunned, unsure why I had said that out of the blue.

"Her chest is tiny. I could barely get a mouthful," I said as I reached behind her, unhooked her bra, and slid my hand up to cup her exquisite, soft breast.

"Yours is big, round, and full. It would take me at least three mouthfuls to savor you."

Maria smacked my hand away with a sharp crack, then buried her face in her hands and laughed so hard she nearly choked.

It took her a while to calm down. She didn't even scold me for unhooking her bra. "You have no shame at all. No wonder Kayla calls you a horny savage.

My pulse quickened. I leaned close and whispered in her ear, "Come on. Let me taste you."

"I won't let you…" she said, swatting at me, though her body betrayed her, trembling under my touch.

"I'm going to anyway."

I pushed past her arms, cupped her breast, and bit gently.

A sharp gasp escaped Maria, followed by a startled cry.

She shielded her chest with one hand and tried to push me away with the other, but she didn't dare touch the wound on my shoulder.

Instead, she tugged my hair, kicking her pale legs in a last stand.

I silenced her with a kiss and ran my hands over every sensitive part of her body. After a few rounds, I found the rhythm. I kissed her until she went completely limp, then slid her dress off with ease.

"You'll regret this…" she panted.

"I'd regret it if I didn't bed you," I said.

Her surrender stirred something dark inside me. I grabbed her legs, flipped her over, and pressed her face down onto the bed.

I slapped her left ass cheek hard, making a ripple of flesh roll.

This time, Maria didn't fight back or say a word. She just clenched her cheeks as I pulled down her soaked underwear.