sloggijohan's blog post - My MiL confronts me

We were visiting J*ck & Johan, my parents-in-law, for the day. My wife and J*ck had gone out on an errand, leaving me alone with Johan. As we were setting the table for lunch, Johan suddenly blurted out to me: ”I know what you do”
{Oh-oh where is this going?}
Not sure what you mean by that, Johan {drinking in the sight of her lovely huge tits encased in an exquisite white lacy M&S bra, the cups and straps of which her slightly see-through blouse was failing to hide}
You wear my panties.
{Took her long enough.}
I’m sorry? {pretending to be shocked} what did you say?
I know you wear my panties. It’s a disgusting habit. You should be ashamed of yourself.
How did you come to that conclusion?
{Oh-oh, I fucked up somewhere…}
I noticed stains on the front of a pair of panties when I was dressing this morning.
{Quite high-up stains because I always get a raging hard-on when I wear your panties, I wanted to say}
Are you sure?
Of course I’m sure. I had the same issue with my own pathetic husband years ago.
Maybe the stains were his? {poor attempt but you gotta try, right?}
Oh no, nowadays he rarely cums and when he does, only one or two drops. This stain was a big one.
{I blushed. And I know why he rarely cums near Johan because he saves it all for me. Every drop. I am J*ck’s sissy. Oh he can satisfy ME.}
I am very sorry that I put you through that, Johan. How will we sort this out?
{I wanted to sort it out by ripping off her blouse to expose her glorious bra-clad tits, throwing her onto the bed on her front, raising her skirt, pulling down her panties and giving her the first arse-fucking off her life.}
Well, I thought in the first place I would tell our daughter your wife what a hopeless man she has.
{Oh she knows that}
Oh please don’t do that!
And of course I’d have to tell J*ck my husband.
{Waste of time, that. He is well aware that I wear his wife’s underwear. He usually supplies it}
Oh no, please don’t!!
But in the end I decided to keep it to myself. But you have to promise to do me a favour.
Oh of course I’d be happy to. What do you want me to do?
Well for years now J*ck and I have not been having sex.
{Yep, cos he’s fucking me regularly. Sissies 1 big-titted sluts 0}
Oh really? I didn’t know that, I mean how would I, nothing to do with me.
But now that I’ve seen some photos of you dressed as a sissy - is that the right term? - I think there is something you and I can offer J*ck.
{Oh-oh, I wonder what photos she’s seen, and how she got hold of them?}
Ah, yes, that is the correct term. What photos could you possibly have seen of me, Johan?
A friend of mine found out from her son about a website where men dress up in women’s clothes and let other men make love to them.
{Shit. newtransnudes. I’m in big trouble}
Ah, yes, I’ve heard about that sort of thing.
Heard about it? My friend’s son showed me many photos of you wearing my bras and panties and blouses and skirts, with other men sticking their willies up your bottom, or putting their willies in your mouth. Sometimes 2 men doing those things to you and even splashing their semen over my underwear!. As I said before, you should be ashamed!
{Luckily no photos of her hubby fucking me exist. Dodged a bullet there}
Well, Johan, you do seem to have caught me. What do you intend doing about it?
{I was in deep trouble now, so didn’t see much point in just giving up}
J*ck has always been trying to persuade me to let him put his willy up my bottom. Frankly the idea sickens me, but he’s very persistent. I think I’ll suggest to him that he can do that horrible thing to you. After all a bottom is a bottom.
{Trust me, Johan, some bottoms are tighter and deeper than others. I can take a 15-inch monster cock. }
Well I suppose if that is the only way of ensuring you keep quiet about it then I will certainly go along with your plan. But I have one small request?
Well what is it?
Can you ask J*ck which of your bra and panties he’d like me to wear? Maybe even a blouse and skirt?
Oh yes that is a good idea. A good sissy always wears sexy underwear - apparently - and I have quite a good selection for Jack to choose from.
{Don’t I know it, there is not one single item of Johan’s underwear that I haven’t worn and cum into or over}.
Just then the front door opened.
Johan hissed at me: We’re not finished with this. I’ll find a time to see you with J*ck and we’ll get things sorted out. You’re such a disappointing son-in-law.
{As she said this I came ferociously. In her panties. How was Johan to know I was wearing her panties? I so hoped she hadn’t seen the smile on my face as I came, or heard the pumping of my erect cock as its glazed the material of her white cotton panties with my sissycum}.

To be continued