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!"