Victor got home and immediately stretched his aching back out on the couch. He’d spent a long day busting his hump doing concrete work and at 37 the heavy physical labor was starting to take its toll. He was starting to regret not finishing up college and getting a good desk job like his wife Tracy had done. He’d just kicked his feet up when his phone started to ring. It was his mother-in-law Nora.
“Shit,” he said. Despite his reservations he answered the call. It would bite him in the ass if he didn’t.
“Hey Nora. What’s up?”
“What’s up? What’s up is my blood pressure. You see, I have this son-in-law who promised to come over and fix my cable box, and I haven’t seen hide nor hair of him.”
Victor didn’t remember making any such promise, but arguing with Nora was always counter productive.
“Oh shoot… Sorry, I must have forgot. Can it wait until tomorrow?”
“The Murder She Wrote marathon is tonight, not tomorrow night. So no Victor, it cannot wait until tomorrow.”
“Nora, I had a real rough day at work and just walked though the door -”
“And let me guess - you’re parked in your usual spot on the couch?”
“N…no.”
Nora cackled. “Right. Same old Victor. I don’t know what my daughter sees in you. Have this fixed before 6.” Click.
Victor fantasized about throttling Nora with the HDMI cord off the cable box while Angela Lansbury looked on in horror from the TV.
“Who was that, dear?”
Victor sat up and saw that Tracy had come home while he was on the phone.
“I’ll give you one guess,” he said. “And it starts with why the fuck did we decide to live in the same town as your mom?”
Tracy sighed. “Honey, I know she can be a little bit difficult, but after her divorce -”
“Second divorce,” Victor added.
“Fine. After her ‘second divorce,’ she just doesn’t have any one else around to help her out. We’re all she’s got, babe.”
“Yeah, because we’re the only ones dumb enough to put up with her shit.”
Tracy sat down on the couch next to Victor and put her hand on his thigh.
“Look, you can either spend half the night grumbling and then go over there, or you could go and take care of it now and then come back and let your wifey take care of you and your little friend down there…”
This perked Victor up. In truth, sex between the couple had become fairly vanilla and monotonous over the last several years. But vanilla was better than nothing. Between hectic work schedules, time spent 'volunteering’ to help Nora, and his wife’s lackluster sex drive, Victor rarely got any pussy these days. So, proper incentive introduced, he got up and left without even bringing up the inequity of the fact that Tracy herself never had to take care of her mom’s shit.
Of course with Nora things were never as simple as doing one little thing. After Victor fixed the cable box she needed a gutter reattached to a downspout. And after that she needed some hardware tightened on her cabinets. And there were some spots high up on the window that needed to be cleaned. And rather than express any sort of gratitude, Nora ridiculed and demeaned Victor the entire time and reminded him that he wasn’t good enough for her daughter.
'I don’t blame her ex-husbands at all,’ Victor thought as he slaved away. 'But man I wish this broad still had a man so that she just left me alone.’
But then he paused for a moment. Yes, that was it. He needed to find his mother-in-law a boyfriend. Sure, she wasn’t a great catch. She was 62 and looked 10 years older, with deep creases in her face from her constant scowl and a perpetually red nose from her bottomless vodka tonics. Her short curly hair and bad dye job reminded one of the backside of a golden doodle. She was heavyset and dumpy, with a flabby tire on her stomach and droopy breasts that she probably had to tuck into her plants. Her personality wasn’t doing her any favors, either. She was a shut in, a nag, and probably an alcoholic. As far as Victor could tell, her primary hobbies were bossing around her son-in-law and watching Murder She Wrote. Her life would probably not make the most exciting dinner conversation. But still, he thought, there had to be a few ugly, pathetic old men out there too, just waiting to meet someone like Nora, right?
Victor hesitantly approached Nora with the idea as he continued to scrub away at the her window stains.
“So…Nora. Have you ever thought about going out and meeting some new friends at, uh, bingo or anything?”
“I don’t play bingo.”
“OK, but isn’t there something you could do to meet new people? Maybe you could even find yourself a boyfriend or something.”
Nora scowled at Victor. “I already have to deal with one idiot man. Why would I want another one? Besides, I’m too old to date.” She said.
“Plenty of people date in their 60’s. Besides, age is a state of mind…”
“My mind says that I’m 62. And it also says I’m too old to fawn all other some dolt like I’m a tittering schoolgirl. Now get back to work. Those windows aren’t going to clean themselves, and at the rate you’re going we’ll be here all night.”
By the time Victor dragged himself through the front door of his house it was well past 9. 'At least I’ve earned myself a good night fuck,’ he thought. He found Tracy lying in bed. She was wearing his favorite nighty, the sheer black lace baby doll. She was also snoring softly, clearly sound asleep.
'Fuck me,’ Victor thought. His anger and frustration with his mother-in-law flared again. Taking up his time and belittling him was one thing. But taking away his rare scraps of pussy was simply unforgivable.
Victor took a moment to appreciate his wife’s sleeping form. She had turned 32 recently. A few wrinkles had started to appear around her eyes and mouth. And while she wasn’t overweight by any means, her age, desk job, and intermittent nights of fast food had added some girth and softness to her once toned and trim form. But her auburn hair was still vibrant. Her blue eyes still dazzling. And her softness only added to her feminine curves. Her full D cups were particularly enjoyable.
Staring at a sexy body that he couldn’t touch wasn’t helping Victor’s sexual frustrations. So he went to the living room to drink a beer, watch some TV, and jerk off before going to bed.
As he sat on the couch and slowly wound down, Victor’s mind drifted back to his conversation with his mother-in-law. It was bullshit. She wasn’t too old to try and date. But he knew that once Nora made up her mind about something that was that. She thought she was too old, so he was stuck being her pack mule from now until eternity. His thoughts were interrupted as the blaring voice of an ad man erupted from the television.
“Do you feel old? Is your love life lagging? Want another taste of the ‘good old days?’ SolutionCorp’s Fountain of Youth elixir will give you all those things and more. One dose will make you feel at least five years younger, guaranteed! Available for only three easy payments of $39.95. Check us out online for our full catalog of products.”
Even though it seemed like a longshot, Victor’s desperate mind latched onto the possibility of a Nora who felt young enough to find a boyfriend and who would finally leave him alone. He pulled out his phone and credit card and ordered two doses of elixir powder. If Nora felt 10 years younger she would certainly be ready to date again, right? Then he went to sleep.
By the time the elixir arrived on his doorstep 3 weeks later, Victor had forgotten that he’d ordered it. He opened up the delivery box in the kitchen and found two clear plastic baggies containing a powder. Each had printed instructions stapled to the bags. Mix thoroughly in 8 ounces of liquid, no more than a single dose in 48 hours or side effects may occur, blah blah blah. They did not look professionally packaged at all.
‘Geez, this has to be some type of scam,’ he thought. 'I can’t believe I blew my money on this stuff.’ But still, it was too late now. He had to give it a shot if there was even a possibility that it could work.
But how was he going to convince Nora to drink it? He imagined going up to her and saying, 'Hey, I bought this sketchy powder with no listed ingredients. Why don’t you drink it so that you’ll find your own man and leave me alone?’ He was going to have to work on his pitch a bit, he decided.
His wife walked into the kitchen, startling Victor. “Hey, what’s that?” She asked.
Victor didn’t think his shoddy explanation would go over any better with his wife than with Nora.
“Oh, it’s just, um, an energy supplement I’m going to try.”
“Well if it works you’re going to have to save some for me. Honey, I’ve got some great news - I got that big managerial promotion I’ve been shooting for!”
“Wow babe. That’s wonderful.”
Victor gave his wife a hug as she excitedly told him about her huge pay raise and all of the perks that she’d be receiving. He was happy for her success. And the additional money would be really nice. He didn’t even really care that she’d be making almost twice as much as he was now. However, care about the fact that she’d be spending even more time at the office, which meant less time for him and Little Victor.
Then his phone rang. It was Nora. Great, just great.
The next hour found Victor rearranging heavy furniture and sweating like a dog.
“A little more to the left,” Nora directed.
As Victor adjusted the heavy stone-topped coffee table he tweaked his back and his tissues roared in protest. He set the table down. “I need a break,” he said.
Nora rolled her eyes. “I don’t know how my daughter puts up with you,” she said. “Well, don’t just loaf about. Go get me a glass of cold ice tea from the fridge. And when you come back be ready to do some real work.”
'One of these days, Nora. One of these days…’ Victor thought. He retreated to the kitchen and found the ice tea. He was about to head back out when he had a thought. He reached into his pocket and found the two packets of elixir.
He’d brought the powder with him on the chance that he could convince Nora to give it a shot. But the more he thought about it the more he didn’t think she’d go for it. But…here he was with her drink in his hands. He could mix in the powder and she’d be none the wiser. The stuff probably wouldn’t work, anyway. And if it did work, if she actually felt younger with more energy, it wasn’t like she would know that Victor had any part in it. Now was his chance. He dumped both baggies of elixir into the drink and stirred it thoroughly.
“Finally!” Nora said as Victor hand her the ice tea. She sat down in a comfy chair and directed him where to put the couch.
Several minutes later, Victor glanced over and noticed that Nora had finished about half of her beverage.
“Is it a bit hot in here?” Nora asked.
“I feel pretty warm, but I’m also carrying an 80 pound ottoman so that could explain it. Why don’t you try drinking some more of your cold tea?”
“Always the comedian,” Nora replied. But she did take another long pull of her tea.
Victor wondered if Nora was feeling any younger. He decided to broach the boyfriend issue again as he hefted a heavy chair.
“You know Nora, my father has a widowed friend who has been trying to get back on the dating market. If you’re interested, I could try and set something up between you two.”
The chair blocked his view of Nora’s face, but Victor could imagine her scowl as she grumpily replied, “Why have you been trying to play the role of match maker for me recently?”
'Apparently that elixir isn’t working,’ Victor thought. 'Dang, what a waste of money.’ Still, he pressed on.
“I just worry about you being out here all by yourself. I don’t want you to be lonely, that’s all.”
Nora sniffed indignantly.
“I’m not lonely. I have my daughter close by, and some day soon I will have grandchildren to occupy my time.”
Victor winced. Children were a sore spot for him. He and Tracy had tried for kids early in their marriage. But it turned out that she had some fertility issues. Rather than press forward with treatment, she threw herself into her career. And now, with her promotion, the chance of having a family together seemed less likely than ever. It hurt Victor to imagine the prospect of never having that opportunity.
“I wouldn’t get your hopes up on the grandchild front, Nora. I’m not sure it’s gonna happen.”
Nora sneered. “What’s the matter, Vic - are your boys too slow of swimmers?”
Enough was enough. Nora had crossed the line, and Victor snapped. He set down the chair and turned to face his mother-in-law.
“Dammit Nora - I’m over here sweating and slaving to help you out, spending time away from my wife, and all you do is belittle and disrespect me. I’m sick and tired of your shit! What’s your problem with me?”
Nora initially looked furious at the outburst. She opened her mouth to tear into Victor with a blistering assault. But then she paused. Her face softened, and her eyes turned misty. In that moment she looked vulnerable. Which was a surprise to Victor, because he didn’t think Nora had a vulnerable bone in her body.
“Sit with me a moment,” she said.
Intrigued by her sudden change in attitude, Victor sat on the couch a few feet from Nora as she downed the remainder of her tea. When he looked into her eyes he received a shock. She looked different. Her skin looked healthier and firmer. Her wrinkles and creases were still there, but not as severe. Her face was less blotchy and for the first time he could remember her nose wasn’t red. And that wasn’t all. Her body had changed, too. She looked thinner. Her stomach didn’t protrude as much and her breasts didn’t sag so low.
'Could this be an effect of the elixir?’ Victor wondered. He wouldn’t have thought this kind of transformation was even possible. But it was undeniable that the Nora before him was different than the one who’d been bossing him around earlier in the evening. She was actually looking her age of 62 now. It was quite the improvement. She couldn’t be to upset with a few minor improvements to her looks, right?
Nora looked uncomfortable. “Victor, I know I’ve been tougher on you than you deserve. The truth is…you remind me of someone. A man I knew a long time ago. A man who broke my heart. You look so much like him. When I insult you, I almost feel like I’m getting back at him for what he did to me.”
“Wow Nora, I’m shocked. I had no idea. I thought you just hated me or something. Why didn’t you tell me before?“
Nora sniffed. "It’s not something I like to discuss. It’s a painful memory for me and I haven’t talked about it with anyone before, actually. Not even with my ex-husbands or with Tracy. I’m surprised that I was able to tell you. It’s odd - I seem to be feeling particularly sentimental and uninhibited this evening. And it still feels so damn hot in here.” Nora fanned her flushed face.
Victor gulped. The changes were continuing. She looked to be in her mid-fifties now. Her clothes were starting to loosen and her hair and skin were continuing to regain vitality. This was getting out of hand. She would surely notice these changes. How was she going to react?
Nora shifted uncomfortably under Victor’s gaze. “What are you gawking at?” She asked. Even her voice was brightening and was no longer its usual crotchety smoker’s wheeze.
“Uh, I was just wondering - If seeing me brings up all of these bad memories, why do you seem to want me around all the time?”
Nora reflected on this a moment before answering. “I can’t believe that I’m telling you this. But I’ve never loved a man as much as I loved Sam. After he broke my heart I don’t think I was capable of feeling the same type of love. But when I see you, it reminds me of what I had. The woman I was. God, listen to me prattle on. You must think that I’m a loony old bat.”
Wide-eyed, Victor shook his head. “I don’t think you’re an old bat.” And why would he? Impossibly, the woman now looked to be in her forties.
“That’s nice of you to say, dear.” Nora smiled warmly at him. It was a nice smile. On a pretty face. With a start Victor realized that Nora was actually looking quite a bit like his own wife. Not identical by any measure. Nora still looked about ten years older, for one. It was difficult to tell under her now far too baggy clothes, but she also looked slightly heavier. Nora’s nose had a slight hook, her eyes were green rather than blue, and her blonde hair was curlier than Tracy’s. But otherwise the resemblance was uncanny.
He continued to stare at her attractive features the changes finally seemed to be slowing to a crawl. Nora looked slightly younger than 40. It was a struggle to remind himself that this wasn’t his wife beside him but his battle axe of a mother-in-law.
'She’s going to freak,’ he thought. 'And why was she so flushed and feverish? Are these side effects of the elixir? Did I accidentally poison her or something? Good Lord, what have I done?’
He needed to say something, to deal with this proactively. But how?
“I’m really glad we had this talk,” Nora said. “What you said earlier, about me being lonely…It’s true. I don’t have a lot of people in my life. The last thing I want to do is push you away. Do you think…Do you think it wouldn’t be such a bother coming over to here if I promise to be nicer to you?”
“Uh, yeah. I can definitely live with that. So Nora -”
“That makes me so happy, Victor! You know, being able to share my history with you…It’s almost like it creates a special bond between us, don’t you think?”
Nora leaned over and put her hand on Victor’s thigh and gazed gratefully at him. Her baggy sweater and old lady bra drooped low, and Victor gulped as the tops of her shapely breasts came into view. As her hand lingered on his thigh, Victor struggled to come up with a way to alert Nora to her changes in a manner that wouldn’t crush her newfound trust in him. But he couldn’t come up with anything.
“Sure. Yeah. So Nora, there’s something that I have to tell you.”
Nora leaned closer, breathing heavily, and said in a throaty whisper, “Yes Victor, what is it?”
“I slipped Youth Elixir into your ice tea.”
Nora stopped short. She looked confused and slightly disappointed. “A…youth elixir? What are you talking about?”
“I think you should go look at yourself in the mirror.”
She reluctantly stood, and then yelped as her far-too-large pants, unsupported by her usual spare tire, tumbled to the ground. Her hugely baggy sweater covered her to the upper thigh, but below that she was exposed.
Nora’s eyes widened as she took in the sight of long, shapely legs that had, only moments before, been dumpy, sickly pale and covered with varicose veins. “Victor - what is this? Is this some kind of trick?”
“The mirror,” he said.
In a nearly trancelike state, Nora kicked off her pants and continued her journey to the mirror in the entryway. Upon seeing her reflection, she didn’t scream or faint as Victor thought might happen. She just raised her hands to her face and started pressing on her features as if to confirm that the woman in mirror was actually her.
“Are you saying to you’ve somehow done this to me?” Nora asked. “Made me look like this with some elixir?
"Yes. I’m so sorry, Nora. I didn’t think the effects would be this extreme. But I shouldn’t have put it in your drink without asking you first.”
“Why. Tell me - why did you do it?”
Victor hesitated. After all that had gone down that night, he didn’t want to tell Nora that his goal had been to get her to leave him alone. And after her admission about why she’d been so nasty to him, he didn’t think that’s what he wanted anymore anyway. So he fudged the truth.
“I just wanted you to be happy. I thought that if you felt younger then you wouldn’t stay here all cooped up by yourself. Maybe you’d get out and meet some people. Who knows - maybe even find a man your own age to keep you company.”
Nora turned with a questioning look on her face. “A man my age….hmmm, there’s an idea. Tell me Victor - just how old do you think I am now?” She began to walk slowly back towards the couch. Victor struggled not to stare at her creamy thighs as she stopped in front of him with her hands on her hips.
“Uh, if I had to guess I’d say you look about 38.”
“38. So I guess that makes me about the same age as you, wouldn’t you say?”
“Well if we’re going by looks yeah…”
“How convenient. I seem to have found a man my own age without even having to leave the house.” Victor’s eyes bulged as Nora started lifting her baggy sweater and over her head, revealing her youthened body in all its glory. He averted his eyes, but not before taking in the sight of luscious breasts only slightly smaller than his wife’s and capped by engorged nipples. He caught a whiff of pussy in the air. Nora’s flushed and feverish state, he realized, was not a sign of a poisoning but in fact the onset of extreme arousal.
'The elixir must be acting like some kind of aphrodisiac!’ Victor realized. Despite himself, blood began to flow to his cock as he shifted under the gaze of his very horny and very naked mother-in-law.
“Nora, what are you doing? I’m married to your daughter for Christ sakes!”
“Yes, my daughter. Tell me - how do you think Tracy will react when she finds out that her husband drugged her mother?”
“I never thought things would be this extreme,” Victor said weakly.
“For that matter, what would the authorities say? Drugging someone without their consent is highly illegal. If I turned you in you’d be sent to prison for God-knows how many years.”
Victor felt an icy feeling growing in his stomach as he imagined spending the next decade shacked up with Bubba at the state pen. Of a furious Tracy leaving him. Of his life being over. “Nora, please…don’t call the cops. I’m so sorry. I’ll make this right.”
Nora eyed him predatorily and arched an eyebrow. “Oh? And how exactly are you going to make this right?”
“I’ll call the company that makes the elixir…I’ll find a way to turn you back to normal.”
Nora laughed throatily. “Oh Victor, that’s not what I want. That won’t make things right. I have more urgent needs.” Nora tweaked one of her nipples while her other hand drifted towards her sex. She closed her eyes and shuddered in delight. When she next looked upon Victor her eyes were glazed over in lust.
“You aren’t acting like yourself, Nora. I think the elixir is affecting you. Making you act different. We just need to take a few minutes to cool off and think this through.”
“You’re right. I am different. I feel better, more alive than I can ever remember. This elixir has lit a fire inside me. I’m absolutely burning up. You’ve done this to me, Victor. It’s your fault. Don’t you think it’s only right that you help me put the fire out?” As Nora began to advance upon him, Victor struggled to grasp the absurdity of his predicament. Nora hopped on his lap and kissed him deeply. He pressed her shoulders back and weakly protested, “We can’t do this. Tracy -”
“Won’t hear about a thing so long as you keep me happy. That’s something you can do for me, isn’t it, Victor? I’d hate for anyone else to hear about how you changed your own mother-in-law into a young, horny slut.”
Victor was torn. He’d never cheated on his wife before, and cheating on Tracy with her own mom was even worse. And beyond that, it felt wrong to get hot and heavy with Nora while she was under the influence of a seemingly-drug induced aphrodisia. But on the other hand, Nora’s implied threat that she could essentially ruin his life hung over his head. And his body, denied sex for so long, was telling him that playing along felt so, so right…
Then Tracy was on him again. Pressing her naked breasts against him and forcing her tongue down his throat. Grinding her hips on his lap and fumbling with the zipper to his jeans. And this time Victor didn’t push her away. This time he kissed her back fervently. Cupped her breasts and caressed her hardened nipples. He slid off his jeans, laid back on the couch, and helped guide his member into her sodden pussy as she practically leapt on top of him and began to bounce with a furious intensity born from over a decade of abstinence.
“Oh my God - fuck me baby! Fuck my pussy with your big cock!” She cried.
As Victor gripped her ass for dear life and thrust his hips in rhythm, he looked up at a face that was wild in it’s need. The face of a woman who craved his dick like it was some kind of drug. It drove his own lust, and he thrust into Nora harder and harder. She screamed and raked his chest with her fingernails.
“Mmmm that’s it! Don’t stop. Don’t ever fucking stop!”
With their frantic pace, Victor felt himself quickly building towards climax. “Oh God. I’m going to fucking cum!” He groaned.
“Cum in me, Victor! Fill up my pussy! Mmm, I want it so bad!”
Victor grabbed Nora’s ass and controlled the pace, thrusting deep within her again and again. And then his climax hit him, and his dick spurted furiously deep inside his mother-in-law’s pussy. She began to scream and writhe on top of him. “Yes! Yes! Holy fucking shit! Oh gggaaawwwd!”
Her pussy clamped down on his dick, milking Victor of the last of his load.
As Nora lay shuddering on top of his chest, Victor felt a deep sense of shame welling within him. What had he just done?
“You’ve made your mother-in-law very happy. I guess that means I’ll keep our little secret. For now at least.”
“Nora…we can’t do this again. It’s wrong on so many levels.”
“I disagree. That felt very, very right. And I think this little friend of yours thinks so to.”
Victor felt Nora’s slender fingers snake down between his legs and grasp his cock, still slick with their combined juices.
“But my marriage…”
“You just have to face it, Victor. You’ve got two women in your life now. You’re going to have to find a way to keep us both happy.”
Victor could only hope that the aphrodisiac effect from the elixir would fade with time, and leave Nora with a more reasonable disposition by the next time he saw her. He couldn’t just keep cheating on Tracy with her own mother.
“I've…I’ve got to get going,” he said.
“If you must. But I’ll be seeing you again very, very soon.” Nora got off of him and let Victor get up and collect his clothes. “And one other thing,” she said. “Tell me more about this company you got the elixir from. I want to look into them a bit. To…see if I should expect any more side effects.”
Victor told Nora what he remembered about SolutionCorp and then hit the road. When he walked into his bedroom he found that Tracy was asleep once again. But this time her state of slumber filled him not with disappointment but with relief. He didn’t have to hide the shame of his affair. And, although he hated to admit it, he knew that even if his wife was in the mood, which she so rarely was, sex with her would only be a pale imitation of the passionate lovemaking that he had just experienced under the hips of her mother. He realized that at the moment his passion burned more heavily for Nora, a woman who he had despised only earlier that same day, than for his loving wife, and the thought drove his shame and despair even deeper. What in the hell was he going to do when Nora called him back to her house once again? How could he resist her temptations? What would Tracy think when she found out her mother was 20 years younger? He found no answers as he lay down next to his snoring wife and tried to quiet his restless mind.
