My Loving Daughter-in-law

Ⓒ 2026 JoshFrom53

This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons.

Nothing in this story has any relation to reality. It's a story. Oh, and of course everything and everybody engaged in any sexual activity is 18 years or older.

Turning502019was again my editor for which I'm grateful. Will, a sincere thank you.

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Upon opening the door Max Houtman looked into the face of his son Simon.

Somewhat flabbergasted, but mostly irritated, he said, "Simon, this is a surprise, what do you want?"

Simon knew that there was not much love lost between father and son since he advocated his mother's cheating as irrelevant because she would always come back home to Max.

Max however didn't agree and filed for divorce.

For both Simon's parents it was their second marriage. Max's first marriage also ended because his wife cheated on him within a year after they were married.

His then ex-wife tried to reduce him to poverty by making exorbitant demands.

This was met with resistance from the judge, who rightly argued that they hadn't been married for a year yet, that she was already living with this new guy and that she had not contributed a single cent to the household she shared with Max.

There were also no children and she was young enough to work for her own livelihood.

The judge ruled that she had a right of one thousand Euros for each month she lived with Max in the same house.

During the divorce process it became clear to Max that the woman was only after an easy income and combined with pictures of her and her lover doing the dirty; his love for her had turned into hate and from that into indifference.

Even so, he smiled when he handed her lawyer the check of €9000 saying, "Take good care of it because in her hands it will go up in smoke before you can hand her your bill".

A year later he met Yvonne, his second ex-wife. She snared him during a mutual friends party.

Max was just telling his friends that he had bought a bungalow built in the thirties. It was situated in the dunes, near the sea. It had a large souterrain with enough windows to make it his office.

The house had four bedrooms, a large bathroom, two separate toilets, a big kitchen and a utility kitchen.

To top everything off, there was a large barn that also served as a garage and was big enough to house the machinery for his woodworking hobby.

When he was enthusiastically telling this all to his friends he already started renovations to haul the building into the twenty-first century. The plans kept the appearance of the outside intact, but inside was a different matter altogether.

The house would be isolated; the single glass windows would be replaced by similar windows with vacuum glass to keep the old appearance intact.

The inside was decorated with a man's comfort in mind, something Yvonne tried to change as soon as she set foot through the door. She was much more into appearance than comfort.

Max kept some beautiful prints and silkscreens from the divorce. Much to the chagrin of Yvonne. But she was the one who thought she could have an open marriage, while Max maintained her lifestyle and only got what was left after the excesses with her boyfriends.

Max, lessons learned from his first experience with marital problems, had his lawyer draw up a prenuptial agreement to protect his rapidly growing business as a hydraulic engineering and repair service. His business was already a household name in the Benelux and in Germany there was also interest shown for his out-of-the-box solutions.

In addition, Max had designed a high-pressure osmosis filtration system from which the industry was watching, with argus eyes, the test results.

Yvonne believed when she had a child with Max, she would have leverage to break the prenup using the child.

It almost worked, until she came home infected by a STD while she was pregnant.

Yvonne vehemently argued that she must have had it before she became pregnant, but Max was clean and the first thing her obstetrician did was to run some tests to see that she was free of any of such infections. "Standard procedures, Ma'am." Was her answer.

The judge ruled that Max would be the caregiver for the boy, with extensive visiting arrangements for Yvonne.

Yvonne left with what she brought in when they got married and a small alimony that Max bought off in one go.

Thirty years old, divorced for the second time and responsible for the upbringing of a little boy, Max sold his company and leased the patent for the filtration design to be a single father.

Until today, even though he was financially independent, he did some freelance designing and advisory work to keep himself in the picture of the industry.

Yvonne, however, was bitterly disappointed by the outcome of the divorce. She had already considered herself rich with half the value of Max's company, a hefty alimony and compensation for Simon's living expenses.

She started a war of attrition and successfully influenced Simon in such a manner that he began to hate his father.

When she had Simon over, she disappeared and when Max tried to pick Simon up, the only thing he found was a dark house.

When they, weeks later finally surfaced again Simon had missed school and Max was in trouble with the authorities because he was the main caregiver.

At his sixteenth birthday Simon demanded that he wanted to live with his mother and Max had no choice but to let Simon go.

However, he took care that every expense for Simon must be accounted for to the manager of the fund that Max had set up to cover Simon's expenses.

Yvonne thought she could profit from that fund, but nothing could be further from the truth.

When she had concocted that they could go on holiday to Gran Canaria together, it turned out that everything would be reimbursed for Simon, but not for herself.

Fuming she called the fund manager, but to no avail. She called Max and his answer was that he would be delighted to accompany Simon to Gran Canaria, but he wouldn't pay a cent for his greedy gold-digging, manipulating ex-wife.

He also told her that he knew exactly what she was doing, that it hurt him no end that she was using their child to try and rip him off, but that he wasn't going to sponsor her deprived lifestyle.

Yvonne was furious, she was convinced that she had a right to Max's wealth just because she gave him a son. That she spoiled the young man into a depraved and useless member of society and poisoned him against his father was beside the point.

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At his twentieth birthday Simon was watching a demonstration a martial arts school gave when he witnessed Sophia in a Jiu Jitsu fight and he knew he had to have her.

Sophia liked the smooth-talking young man enough to go on a date with him.

It took Simon a year to get the two-year older woman to be exclusively his girlfriend and when that finally happened, he threw a party.

By that time his mother had spoiled him so rotten that was convinced that everything was his', even when it wasn't.

His relationship with his father had deteriorated so much that Max had to cut off all financial support except for his studies. Simon spent every extra penny on useless money-making schemes and hard partying.

But according to Simon, studying was for nerds and working was way beneath him. He just leeched off his mother and friends.

When they were exclusive, he introduced Sophia to his father and for once got his father to sponsor a party.

And it's bloody time. Tonight, I'm going to have her, willingly or not.He thought.

Simon started carefully, soft kisses during dancing and occasionally handing a glass of wine.

What Sophia didn't know was that it was all in the plan to make her willing. The next glass he gave her was 'fortified' with some brandy and each glass was holding less wine and more brandy.

Soon Sophia was quite heavily affected by the alcohol and Simon took her to his bedroom.

She was so drunk that she didn't resist when he ripped her clothes off, rudely spread her legs and had his way with her. Simon plainly raped a drunk woman.

When Sophia woke up the next morning, hungover and very sore in her nether regions. She saw Simon sleeping next to her and her already upset stomach dropped. With difficulty she held control.

Simon woke up, smiled and said, "Last night was wonderful. Thank you, my love."

Sophia was confused,did I consent to this? We had sex, didn't we? It certainly feels like it.

She had already decided to sleep with him. In her mind there was no harm done except that she couldn't remember most of it.

When Simon tried to start a new bout of lovemaking, she warned him that it would result in a bed full of puke due to her very upset stomach and a pounding headache didn't help at all.

"Yes, that was some very heady wine you drank." He got out of bed and in his boxer, shorts walked out of the room.

He came back with a big glass of water, a cup of coffee, some Tylenol tablets and antacid tablets.

"Here you are." He smiled

A month later Sophia thought her stomach was upset again, but this time it was for an altogether different reason. When Simon had his way with Sophia, he didn't wear condoms and she wasn't protected either.

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Two weeks and two pregnancy tests later, she had to admit to Simon, in the presence of Yvonne, that she was pregnant.

Simon was angry and tried to put the blame on Sophia, but Sophia, not so, gently reminded him that she had been very drunk and couldn't remember her getting in bed with him. She couldn't even remember that she went to bed, let alone in his company, but there were enough friends and acquaintances who might still remember that. Even after all that time.

Yvonne saw the storm coming. She was almost certain that her son fed this girl so much alcohol that she couldn't resist him, mentally and physically.

The woman asking around as to the circumstances under which she went to a bedroom would produce some nasty allegations.

Besides, Yvonne liked the idea of becoming a grandmother. One, it would enhance her social status and, no less important, Max loved children.

If she could prevent him from seeing them... She liked the idea and decided to have a talk with Simon.

It didn't take much effort to talk Simon around. After all, he didn't have to alter his lifestyle very much, did he. As soon as the baby was born, he could act like a doting father and in the meantime live life as he was used to.

Max wasn't even aware that Simon would be a dad, only after the birth of Ben he found out because Yvonne sent him a birth card.

The first year that Simon and Sophia were married, Sophia was relatively happy. Both Simon and Yvonne treated her right and were nice to her.

That changed after she became pregnant again. Slowly mother and son started to isolate her.

Simon drained her bank account by asking her to invest in 'business opportunities' and when Marty was born Sophia was well and truly alone with nowhere to go.

The only thing they left her was her Jiu-jitsu training. Yvonne reasoned that Sophia needed at least some outlet, otherwise she would become difficult to handle.

Simon also started to be abusive. Verbally at first but later on he tried to beat her as well.

That didn't go well for him. Sophia let the first blow land and then handed him his ass. She overstretched some important tendons so that his arms were bothering him for a few weeks without any bruising.

A few years later Simon brought a venereal disease home and infected Sophia in one of their rare bed-sessions.

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At the time that Simon knocked on his father's door, Sophia stood before the mirror and was inspecting herself.

With eyes red from crying she looked at her naked body.

She was a 'compact' woman. One meter and sixty-five centimeters tall, long dark brown hair, an open and friendly face and muscles covered by a velvety skin,

Her breasts, in proportion to the rest of her body, were not too big and just sagging a little bit, her flat tummy showed stretch marks. All as a result of the two back-to-back pregnancies from her two boys.

She was, though, in good shape. No surplus fat, just enough to make her hard-muscled body feminine and her legs were strong and sculpted.

What's wrong with me?She wondered.Why does he need strange pussy, while I'm always available?

She knew that Simon cheated. Hell, he even flaunted it. Once, during an argument, he had shouted, "What are you going to do about it? Get a divorce? I'll throw you out on the street and keep those two brats and see where you end up alone!"

Sophia knew he was right. She had nobody and nobody to defend her. Simon's mother always took his side, whatever the reason and she hardly knew his father.

Her own parents lived their retirement in Greece, so there was no help to be expected from them either.

But him, giving her an STD was a bridge too far. This time she told him to make himself scarce, or she would break every bone in his body.

Simon fled the house. He understood she was quite capable of doing so, even when he had twenty centimeters and a lot of weight over her.

Over the years Simon had let himself go and was overweight and had no conditioning at all, while Sophia used a lot of her spare time practicing her Jiu-jitsu, had some kettlebells and ran ten kilometers every morning before the rest woke up.

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At Max's house Simon was invited in and seated in the kitchen.

"What do you want Simon? This is not a social call, I presume."

Simon was taken aback a bit by the brusque tone and start of the conversation, but replied as if he hadn't noticed, "Sophie and I had a difference of opinion. A serious one and she needs some time to cool off. Mum is not in town and I need a place to sleep.

Max grunted. "And what was that 'difference of opinion'?"

Simon knew he needed to tread carefully. If his father found out that he gave Sophia an STD, he would be sleeping in the streets. He left the house in quite a hurry, leaving his wallet behind. He was lucky that he had his car keys still in his pocket.

"Uhm, she objected to my poker night with friends." He lied.

Max looked at him, concluded that he was lying and made a quick decision.

"Okay. You can take your old room tonight. After coffee tomorrow, you must leave. I've got things to do."

Simon quickly thanked his father and fled Max's scrutinizing gaze to his old room.

With Simon gone, Max leaned backwards and tried to analyze his feelings. He was so terribly disappointed in his son, even though Simon couldn't help that his mother made a sleaze of him without any sense of responsibility.

But he needed to find out why Simon was here, and the only source of information was his daughter-in-law.

Half an hour later he got up and picked up his cellphone.

Sophia's cell lit up and showed Max calling.

She groaned. For a moment she thought about ignoring it, but the few times they talked to each other he was polite and forthcoming even while she kept her distance. She heard some rumors... She picked it up.

"Sophia speaking. Hello Max."

Hi Sophia, I'll get straight to the point, I've got Simon here.

"He tried to tell me that you had an argument about him going to a poker night.

"Somehow, I don't believe him, what's your story?"

Sophia swallowed an invective, took a breath and said, "He cheated, and it wasn't the first time he did. This time, he gave me an STD and I threatened to break his bones if he didn't leave. So, he left in a hurry and even forgot his wallet."

"Aha, that's why he showed up. He told me that you needed to cool down. Why is that? Were you really going to break something?"

"He once told me that he would put me, and the children on the street if I objected to his cheating and tried to divorce him. That the house was his and I didn't have a leg to stand on and if I made a ruckus, he would still throw me out, keep the kids so that I would never see them again. He wants me to realize that."

Shit, this is worse than I expected. That woman needs to get out of that hellhole. She can't survive that tandem-from-hell much longer.Shot through Max's head.

"Want some help and some retribution? He has become a sick person, thanks to his mother. He'll never change, no matter how hard you, or I try."

"What do you have in mind?" Sophia asked while she felt a little hope.

"If you don't mind living with an old grumpy person like me, that is, you can come and live in my house.

"You've been here and seen the house and know that I have ample room. I have some company and finally get to know my grandsons.

"Don't you worry, I can take care of the schooling for the boys and I can arrange a job for you.

"No strings attached. I promise. I just don't want you and your boys fall victim to Simon, like Simon fell victim to his mother whose only goal was to alienate him from me."

Suddenly it dawned on Sophia that out of the blue she was offered a way out.

And she took it!

Crying happy tears, she said, "Yes please, I'd like to dole out some retribution and I do want a divorce. I accept your offer.

"When can I come? I need to pack a few things."

"If I remember well, Simon always sleeps late. So, you pack tonight, I'll arrange a van in front of your house at seven tomorrow. I'll be there as well.

"We load the van, take you to here, park the van and my car in the barn and I will be in the house again before he wakes up.

"I'll give him a cup of coffee and throw him out. When Simon's gone, you and the boys can move in. We'll take care of the rest later."

Sophia filled in the rest, "And he comes back to an empty home without knowing where I went. That's brilliant!"

"Oh, and don't forget to take his wallet with you. He will be quite inconvenienced without it."

Sophia burst out laughing. It was a clear, almost tinkling laugh. Something Max could get used to.

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Just as Max promised, a big van arrived in front of her door at a quarter to seven. Two men stepped out and waited beside it until Max arrived too.

She opened the door and silently gestured to the men to get in and showed them the boxed stuff and the bags she had packed during the night. It was everything she needed for herself and the two boys.

Max told her to get in the car. The two men would take care of the rest.

How he did it, Sophia didn't know, but he had two child seats in the backseat.

Max looked at her through the open window. "They need your keys to lock up behind them."

Sophia handed them over while Max went on, "You won't need them anymore. After they lock up, they'll throw them into the mailbox."

On their way to Max's house, he explained, "I've cleared the barn. You'll stay there, with the van until I get Simon out of the way.

"As soon as the van is in the barn and out of sight, I'll send him on his way. I have no pity, nor patience for cheaters even if it's my own son."

The two men had worked hard. Little over an hour later, Max, Sophia and the boys arrived, the door opened, and the van slowly entered the barn.

Max had coffee and breakfast ready. Because he needed their services on such short notice and at a rather early moment, he had done some explaining to the two men as to why.

When Sophia handed them their coffee the elder one rasped, "A cheater huh? So, what do those broads have that you don't? You're a lovely lady to look at and act all nice too.

"Good coffee, by the way. Max's work, I presume? Strong enough to burn the lining out of your stomach.