So pretty straightforward story. I am currently planning the next installment of "Audrey Steps Out", however I don't know when that story will be out as I only have an outline at this time. So there will be several stories before then. Just a reminder to those that are interested, I will do a Q & A if I get at least ten good questions. All characters in this story are eighteen years or older.

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Moira sighed as she considered the day ahead of her. Her son, Devon was bringing his wife, Wynter, for a visit. Moira loved her son and was determined to support him, but he was fully aware that she and his wife didn't get along. The visit was his latest attempt in a bid to make peace between them. So far, after just over a year of marriage and almost two more of dating, he hadn't had much success. They generally only saw each other when Devon arranged it. Moira tried to be the bigger person in their interactions, but somehow Wynter managed to draw out the worst in her. Devon smiled nervously.

"So, Wynter has just gotten a promotion at work. This does mean more responsibility, but it also means we will be able to afford that trip to Ibiza that we've been talking about." Moira knew she should keep her mouth shut, but found herself grinning as she spoke.

"So, those late nights with the boss paid off, you must have given quite the performance." If Devon spotted the jab, he chose to ignore it. Wynter however did not choose grace.

"You old bitch, how dare you, and what have you accomplished lately?" Moira leaned back and looked away as if she hadn't heard Wynter.

"Devon, remember I told you I was interested in acting?" He smiled hoping to steer the conversation in a more positive direction.

"Yeah, how is that going?" Devon put a hand on his wife's knee, hoping she would remain quiet while his mother spoke.

"Well, I'm currently taking classes to improve my acting, while I am performing in a local theater production. We're rehearsing a new play written by our director. He writes plays professionally, but he tests them by having the local troupe perform them. The current play is about a spy, dealing with more domestic issues. I play his mentor who is trying to teach him to navigate the more mundane side of his life, which he has been neglecting of late, In fact we premiere on Friday night. Why don't you two come see it?" She briefly left the room. Wynter turned to Devon.

"I can't believe you make me come with you. She insults me every time I come. I'm your wife, why don't you do anything?" He sighed.

"And she's my mother. I'm sorry I actually have a close relationship with my mother and I don't share your belief that you should only see your parents once or twice a year. Besides, you give as good as you get. I love you both, so I'm not going to take sides." Before she could respond Moira returned with two tickets, which Devon took happily.

"Thanks mom, we'll be there." Wynter glared at him, but chose not to say anything. "In fact, how about afterward you come home with us for a late dinner." Wynter continued to glare at him and might have protested if he hadn't at that moment somewhat tightened his grip on her knee. Moira was delighted by Wynter's reaction.

"I would love to." Wynter turned to Moira, still glaring. Devon shook his head and attempted to keep the visit going forward, knowing full well it was hopeless. His wife and mother hated each other and he wasn't sure how it started. He suspected Wynter's issue was ongoing issues with her own parents, hence her philosophy that parents were to be tolerated once or twice a year, but the idea of actually liking your parents was foreign. He persisted, despite dealing with this for nearly three years. However his mother's issue was less clear, it might have been Wynter's behavior from their first meeting but his mother was usually better at being civil to unpleasant people. Finally he could stand being the peacemaker no longer and politely brought the visit to an end.

"Well, it's been great seeing you mom, but we really need to get going." They stood and she walked them to the door.

"Call anytime. I'm busy with school and rehearsals, but I can always find time for you dear." Wynter seemed unable to contain herself.

"Yes, always a pleasure to visit your museum." Moira grinned and was about to respond when she saw pleading look in Devon's eyes. Swallowing slowly she spoke.

"Well, let me know what museums you visit, I'll be sure to adjust my approach accordingly, if you can remember the last one you visited." She said this in all politeness and Devon shrugged, mouthing a thank you.

The night of the play arrived and Moira felt the night had been a success. The three went to Devon and Wynter's home for dinner. Wynter had to make a jab as they walked out.

"Just think Moira in five years, with a lot of hard work, you might suck." Moira smiled, although Devon suspected she was gritting her teeth.

"Maybe, but that still makes me better than one who doesn't act." Wynter was fuming, but decided not to speak. With dinner Devon did most of the talking. Halfway through dinner he got a call and left the room.

"So, Moira your son has moved out and you spend you days in mediocre acting, ever feel superfluous?" Moira sighed.

"This back and forth has occasionally been fun, but seriously Wynter what is your problem?" Wynter was about to answer when Devon returned.

"Sorry ladies, but I have to go out for a little while. How about you two continue the visit. I should be back soon." Both made protests, but he held his hands in a gesture to request silence. "Just a bit, I'll be back soon." The two sat at the table, Wynter drinking her coffee and Moira tea.

"You were saying." Wynter failed to suppress a groan.

"I'm trying to get him to cut the damn umbilical cord. You are his mother, you can't be his friend." Moira sat back sipping her tea.

"Says who?" Wynter sighed.

"Growing up you had to be the boss, he had to obey you. Now as an adult he has his independence, so that means a separation so he can live his own life." Moira paused a moment before responding.

"Do you think I coddled him? That in some way I am hindering his growth as a person, because I actually like my son and never saw him as an obligation, in the sense of becoming a mother." Wynter shook her head, giving Moira the strong impression she was being patronized.

"It's quite simple, children fight with their parents, testing themselves until they become adults. By this time they have come to resent their parents, so they are ready to leave home. They have a certain respect for each other and tolerate the other's presence, but with your way it's a wonder he ever left home." Moira shrugged her shoulders.

"My husband and I always believed that when a child reaches adulthood a parent may provide guidance, but overall it is time for a new relationship, based on mutual respect. If you don't like your child I have always felt something was wrong, like why become a parent." Wynter shook her head.

"That is incredibly naïve, well when Devon and I start having children, that sort of nonsense will be unacceptable." Moira stared critically at Wynter, knowing full well her daughter-in-law was quite serious. She briefly considered making her excuses and leaving, but she felt that was the way of surrender and was not about to accept Wynter's attitude toward raising children. So, she steeled herself to go forward with her plan. She excused herself to go to the bathroom.

She hadn't expected her son to leave in the middle of the evening. She headed upstairs, however instead of entering the main bathroom she immediately went to the master bedroom to its bathroom. She soon located a brush that clearly had her daughter-in-law's hair, as her son's hair was lighter in color and cut short. She extracted a small clump of hair between thumb and two fingers and walked to the other bathroom. After closing the door she opened her handbag and laid out a cloth with several items on it, a doll about eight inches long, a small incense stick, a lighter and a packet with several ingredients inside about two inches square. She stuffed the hair into the packet and put the whole thing in the back of the doll, closing it with the seam barely visible.

Flushing the toilet to cover her actions she lit the incense stick and chanted "become the proxy for my will" over and over until the incense stick stopped burning. Smiling with satisfaction as she saw that the doll now bore an uncanny resemblance to Wynter, including the exact outfit she was wearing. She packed everything back into her handbag, with the doll placed to give her easy access and washed her hands before returning to the kitchen. She smiled sweetly as she sat at the table, with Wynter trying to look unaffected, without success.

"Look, why don't I pass on your apologies to Devon and we'll see you another time." Moira continued smiling as she spoke.

"I think I'll wait a bit longer for him. How about you pour me some more tea. Please." Wynter's mouth opened and closed a few times before she was able to speak.

"This is my house, get it yourself." Moira smiled more as she spoke.

"Please, dear." Before Wynter could respond Moira reached into her bag to lightly rub the doll on the back of the head where the neck began. Suddenly Wynter's expression softened, although she didn't smile.

"Sure, hand me your cup." Moira did so and Wynter refilled it before returning to the table. Once she had given the cup back to Moira, she paused and sat slowly with a blank expression on her face. She frowned as she muttered to herself. Moira however could hear Wynter and sipped her tea to cover her grin.

"Why did I serve that bitch?" Seeing that Wynter was preoccupied by her own thoughts Moira set her handbag on her lap and reached inside to unbutton the first button on the doll's blouse. She struggled to suppress a laugh as she saw that the first button on Wynter's blouse had also come undone, although the younger woman had failed to notice. Deciding to go even further Moira undid a second button, a light tug on the blouse showed it was not enough to expose cleavage. Switching tactics she lightly rubbed a breast through the blouse.

Wynter let out a gasp and looked up, but Moira merely glanced back as she continued to sip her tea. Wynter shook her head as she returned to her coffee, although she was trying to figure out how to remain occupied by a nearly empty cup. Meanwhile Moira lightly rubbed to other breast. Wynter moaned softly but kept her attention solely focused on her cup. Moira undid another button before pulling the shirt to reveal Wynter's C-cup breasts contained in a blue half bra. Wynter remained oblivious to her increasing state of undress as Moira began rubbing both of Wynter's breasts at the same time. The soft moaning from Wynter was increasing in volume and such was the realism of the doll that Moira could feel that the tits were hard.

"Everything alright over there, dear." Wynter looked up, eyes wide and face flushed, her voice coming in bursts as she struggled to speak normally.

"Yes...fine, thank you." Moira completed her unbuttoning and lightly moved a finger between the doll's legs, eliciting the loudest moan yet from the younger woman. Wynter's breathing became more rapid and Moira felt confident that her daughter-in-law was completely turned on, ripe for the plucking. Moira kicked off her shoes and stretched her feet.

"Wynter, be a dear and rub my feet, won't you?" As she said this she rubbed the back of the doll's head and a breast. Wynter moaned as she attempted to process what Moira had said.

"What? Uh, sure." Wynter got down on her knees at Moira's feet, just reaching for one when she stopped and looked up. "Wait, why would I rub your feet." Moira sighed as she realized that the time for subtlety had passed and she was growing impatient anyway. She pointed to Moira's shirt.

"Notice a draft?" Wynter looked down to see her shirt was open. She gasped and hurried to redo the buttons on her shirt. Moira pulled out the doll and smacked its bottom. Wynter cried out and her hands shot to check her rear. Moira used this moment to remove the shirt from the doll. Wynter gasped as she realized her shirt was being removed by invisible hands. Moira immediately followed this up with removing Wynter's bra via the doll. "Back on your knees." Wynter turned to face Moira.

"You're doing this?" Moira held up the doll and once again smacked its rear, causing Wynter to cry out again.

"Knees, I asked you to rub my feet." Wynter wasted no further time in sinking to her knees and hesitatingly took Moira's left foot in her hands to begin the massage. Wynter was not motivated so the massage was rather lackluster. Moira sighed and picked up the doll. She briefly rubbed a breast before pinching a nipple, this was no Barbie doll. Wynter gasped and looked up.

"Show a little more effort, even if you have no enthusiasm." Wynter glared, but quickly returned to the task at hand, this time doing a markedly better job. She carefully pressed a thumb to the arch and worked over the muscle. Moira sighed contentedly as she felt the soreness being worked out of her feet. When at last her feet were relieved she once again reached for the doll to finish removing the last two items of clothing, the skirt and the panties. Wynter looked up as she felt her clothes being removed.

"What?" Moira grinned.

"Turn around, slowly I want to have a proper look at you." Wynter once again gave her a harsh look, but complied slowly turning, giving Moira a view of her breasts in profile, before continuing to show her ass. Moira smiled, thinking that Wynter probably was quite obsessive about maintaining her figure. When Wynter was just turning back around she saw the doll on the table and lunged to pick it up. Moira sat back to observe as Wynter held it triumphantly. Moira barely suppressed a laugh.

"And what do you plan to do now. You do realize what a picture you make standing there, naked and holding a doll with your pussy juices leaking down your thighs." Wynter gasped when she saw that this was the case. Shaking her head she returned her attention to Moira.

"Do? I'm going destroy this damn thing and then you can leave." Moira sat back, completely relaxed.

"Give the hair a small tug." Wynter glanced at her, but did so and cried out in pain. Moira continued before Wynter could speak. "Now give the face a good smack." Wynter was far more hesitant this time, but nonetheless did so although Moira noted it was not a very hard smack. Wynter made a gasp of surprise and turned to Moira.

"Why did you ask me to do that?" Moira shrugged.

"What exactly were you planning to do with the doll?" Wynter hesitated as she held the doll with more care.

"Smashing it, burning maybe." Moira nodded.

"I imagine you have reconsidered that plan, right?" Wynter nodded. Suddenly Moira snatched the doll from Wynter's hands. Wynter only looked shocked, but didn't speak. Moira nodded and whispered into the doll's ear. "You will never touch this doll again." Turning back to Wynter she put the doll on the table and stepped back.

"Care to try again?" Wynter glanced at Moira, but reached for the doll, however he hand stopped short.

"What's going on? I can't even touch it." Moira nodded.

"Now that we have that nonsense behind us, let's go to the bedroom." She walked with Wynter following behind, starting a tirade.

"What do you mean the bedroom? This has already gone far enough." Moira waited until she was in the bedroom, undressing before sitting on the bed, to speak.

"I have tried to be patient for Devon's sake. However from the start you have been rude and disrespectful. You drive me to the point where I sink to your level and respond in kind, but this will stop. Devon doesn't deserve this. So, we are going to settle this. Now, I can use the doll or you can comply of your own volition, but for the next hour, you are mine." Despite her nudity Wynter tried to maintain an air of dignity.

"Fuck you." This time Moira laughed.

"Okay, last chance." She smacked the doll's rear several times, until Wynter was on the floor moaning. "Are you turned on by discipline?" Wynter looked up rubbing her reddened rear.

"No, of course not." Moira smacked the doll again.

"Just answer me truthfully." Wynter hesitated briefly before speaking.

"Yes, I didn't know. No one's spanked me since my parents when I was eight."

"Very good. Now are you going to behave?" Wynter looked up, but didn't respond right away. Moira was patient.

"Yes, what do you want?" Moira smiled.

"Good. I'm surprised you haven't guessed." Wynter looked blank. Moira nodded. "I want you to get on your knees, between my legs and make better use of your tongue than usual." Wynter's eyes and mouth flew open and it was a moment before she could speak.

"You can't be serious, you're my mother-in-law." Moira held up the doll meaningfully as she spoke.

"Yes, I am. However your behavior whenever I've been around has been less than exemplary. So I am teaching you a lesson." Moira rubbed between the doll's legs until Wynter's moaning told her the younger woman was about to cum. She quickly stopped. Wynter's eyes were wide and the tenseness of her mouth suggested she was trying to hold back a whine. Without thinking she moved a hand between her legs to begin rubbing, however before she could find release Moira gave a slight tug on the doll's wrist, causing Wynter's hand to leave her pussy. This time she did whine.

"What? Why?" Moira waited a moment before setting the doll down.

"Who is in charge here?" Wynter opened her mouth to speak, but closed it when she saw Moira's hand rest on the doll.

"You are." Moira smiled briefly at the way that Wynter sounded almost petulant when she made this admission.

"Good. Now you will get me off and if you can do that without further grumbling or delay. Then we'll see about you." Wynter glared at Moira, but quickly lowered her head and stuck out her tongue. She was hesitant, but earlier lessons sunk in and quickly pressed the tip, pulling it back as she considered the taste. The taste she decided wasn't unpleasant, but she certainly wasn't going to admit this to Moira. However she soon began exploring, although Moira could clearly see that it was with a lack of experience and enthusiasm. Moira was patient and allowed Wynter to move at her own pace. She smiled when she started hearing Wynter making low moaning sounds and she realized that Wynter was enjoying the experience. Realizing this only made her desire to find her own release all the more. So, now feeling her pussy to be quite wet and that Wynter would be a while she seized Wynter's head.

"Keep your tongue out." Although Wynter probably had little idea of what was to come, she nonetheless complied. Moira began grinding herself against Wynter's tongue, soon picking up speed. Moira was now so lost in the sensations that she failed to notice how wet Wynter's face was now, or the sounds that she could no longer suppress. A thought briefly passed through Moira's head as she forced Wynter deeper into her pussy, she was considering when she had last had an orgasm.

The answer came quickly, about a week and that had been by her own hands, by another person had been more like six months. Since the college student she had hired as a maid had gone home, which was in another country. Soon her thoughts were filled only with her impending orgasm. She moaned as she stepped up her grinding, determined to cum all over her daughter-in-law's face. Wynter moaned as well, while she struggled to keep breathing, her face enveloped. Moira's legs straightened out and she almost fell back to the bed, and gripped tight as she felt her orgasm hit with force. She held onto Wynter's head for several moments and stretched out on the bed.
Wynter sat on the floor attempting to process the last few minutes. She waited as she was uncertain of what to do. Although a growing part of her was struggling with the idea that she might have actually liked going down on her mother-in-law. She had experimented, before meeting Devon, to see if she liked it and her prior conclusion was that while she didn't hate it, the truth was it didn't do anything for her. This time however she was turned on and possibly being told what to do was a factor. She looked up as she heard Moira stirring.

"What now?" Moira smiled.

"You looked like you're aching for release. Would you like me to help?" Wynter nodded and Moira patted the bed beside her.

"On the bed, I won't leave you like that after you were so good." Wynter smiled and climbed upon the bed. After a moment's thought she turned her back on Moira and bent over, resting her head on her arms. Moira laughed softly and smacked Wynter's rear. Wynter cried, more out of surprise than anything as she felt the quick smack was more one of affection than discipline. Moira immediately kissed the spot she had smacked. Wynter gasped, Moira smiled as she rubbed between Wynter's cheeks, to the obvious delight of the younger woman. Moira continued her rubbing as she kissed her way up Wynter's back. Wynter's moaning grew louder as Moira reached her neck, continuing to kiss. Moira briefly paused her rubbing to lick Wynter's juices from her hand. Wynter moaned and pushed her rear against Moira.

"Sorry, my hand was wet and I wanted to taste it." Moira shifted her position and lowered her head to Wynter's rear and mad a long lick from clit to anus. Wynter's moan was the loudest yet. Moira grinned.

"You taste good." She made a series of kisses all over the space between Wynter's cheeks, before making anther long lick. Wynter struggled not to move her rear away from Moira as she writhed in pleasure. Moira gripped a cheek in each hand, spreading them wide as well as holding Wynter in place. She began by licking one pussy lip, then the other. Wynter continued to writhe and moan in Moira's grip, threatening to break free at any moment. Moira shifted her attention to sucking on Wynter's clit, but only did so briefly before pushing her tongue between the lips to begin thrusting. The pussy lips began alternatively closing on and releasing her as she moved her thumb to press and rub her daughter-in-law's clit. Wynter writhed even harder as she was clearly close to orgasm.

Moira, not wanting to tease the younger woman, began sucking Wynter's clit and easily thrust two fingers into her wet hole. Wynter began tensing up and Moira found her fingers were no longer moving as easily, but nonetheless continued to suck on Wynter's clit. Wynter cried out, a long drawn out sound as Moira felt her fingers being squeezed even harder. However she continued thrusting, although she stopped sucking Wynter's clit, until the younger woman collapsed and went quiet. Moira lowered her head to lick Wynter's pussy clean, causing Wynter to whimper softly. When she could no longer find anymore of Wynter's cum, she lay down next her daughter-in-law to embrace her. In time Wynter's eyes opened.

"Devon's lucky I met him first." Moira raised an eyebrow. Wynter smiled. "Okay, I would have married him anyway, but if I'd know you could do that I would have been a bit conflicted." Moira laughed softly as she sat up.

"Do you think we could get along better now?" Wynter sighed as she sat up as well.

"Yes." Moira nodded and picked up the doll to whisper in its ear.

"Release from my will." She repeated this several times before standing up to dress. Wynter found she could pick up the doll, amazed at how perfect a likeness it was, but there was another concern on her my mind.

"What did you do?" Moira continued to dress as she responded.

"I released the spell, test if you like." Wynter smirked as she stroked between the doll's legs.

"I don't feel anything." Moira nodded.

"Hurry up and dress, Devon should be back so I'll meet you downstairs." Moira went to the living room and sat on the couch. A short time later Wynter came downstairs, clearly having used a mirror to clean her face and redo her makeup. She sat across from Moira and seemed to be in the midst an internal struggle, but Moira waited until Wynter was ready to speak.

"Would it be okay if I called you this week, to meet up?" This time it was Moira's turn to smirk.

"Want to taste my pussy again?" Wynter blushed and struggled for several moments to speak. Finally she spoke with clear reluctance.

"Yes, I shouldn't, but I do want to do that again." Moira smiled.

"Good, I look forward to your call." At this point they heard Devon come inside. He soon entered the room and looked from one to the other, before he smiled.

"Well, I'm glad to see you didn't kill each other." Moira stood and walked to him.

"Actually, I think your leaving was for the best. I believe we have worked things out. In fact Wynter has agreed to come over for a girl's day, just as soon as she has a look at her schedule." He briefly frowned, but quickly smiled.

"Wow, I'm so happy to hear that." Moira nodded.

"I'm sorry to cut this off, but it's getting late. Goodbye, Devon, Wynter." She hugged them, to the astonishment of Devon as he saw his wife and mother embrace, and she left. Devon turned to Wynter.

"What happened while I was gone?" Wynter smiled as she turned to lead him upstairs.

"Nothing too exciting, just a bit of honesty between us. Come on I need your attention before we sleep." Devon grinned and nodded as he allowed himself to be led.

The End