Lately I've been sharing my horrifying saga of my Generic Viagra obsessed mother-in-law, who was convinced, from the very moment of our wedding, that I would be incapable of properly satisfying her daughter. The story has been truly awful-my mother-in-law, named Beulah, is enough to make any man's blood run cold, even to interfere with proper blood flow to his penis, and thereby lead to erectile dysfunction. Luckily, Generic Viagra can help with that. But it's hard not to have trouble getting a rock-hard long dong when your mother-in-law is practically lying in the bed with you, like some official in a sporting event. I often had nightmares about her, sitting atop some tall chair at the side of our bed, like a tennis referee, her head looking back and forth, back and forth, as my huge erection swung around in the air, then pounded her daughter-in and out, in and out, with authoritative forehand and backhand strokes. I hardly needed any Generic Viagra to do the deed back in those early days of our marriage! But no matter what I did, those nightmares continued-I'd dream I was having sex with my wife, and I'd look over to see my mother-in-law atop her tennis chair, shouting "Foot fault! Foot fault! Love 45! Game, set, match!"

I guess it all began when I learned, even before the wedding, that Beulah mixed Generic Viagra into her husband's food, just to get his poor, shriveled schlang hard enough for her to mount. The very idea seemed grotesque-like imagining some rodeo bull riding the cowboy! But if it was bad when we first got married, and I was actually still banging my wife the way I did on our first date, you can imagine how bad it got when the years and stress at work caught up with me, and I began suffering from erectile dysfunction! My wife begged me to order Generic Viagra, and, alas, at some point, she mentioned it to her dear mother. I have to admit, I didn't realize how much truth there was to the old bag's words about "the women in her line," until I started having problems. My wife needed sex, and she needed it bad! So of course, she went running to mommy! Not for sex of course, you sickos! For Generic Viagra! She knew I would be too stubborn to admit I had a problem and order some myself, so she ran off to consult with mother dearest. Of course, old Beulah was more than willing to share her stash, which she kept in a big container in the kitchen, marked "sugar." She also shared some recipes. My wife, luckily, said we'd follow the advice on the Generic Viagra box, and simply take a pill the normal way, an hour or so before we got it on.

Yes, when my mother-in-law heard that I was floppy and flaccid as an old garden hose, and needed Generic Viagra, she was scandalized. It was as if I'd committed some act of criminal negligence-sexual negligence of her precious daughter, who, she was sure, had inherited "her mother's nymphomania, which had been in her line for generations." Why hadn't I asked for some Generic Viagrasooner? These were among the questions she gave me when she came with her daughter to my doorstep, to deliver my erectile dysfunction treatment, and to share some sex tips. But her ridiculous sex tips are a good topic for another story, guys. Until then, take my advice, and pick up some Generic Viagra. It'll plug up your wife, and shut up your mother-in-law!