Mother's Blessing
"His wife has always done what her mother says. When her mother decides she wants him too, his wife doesn't argue—she participates. Now their marriage includes a third person."
Elaine controls everything.
She chose Lauren's college, her career, her apartment. She chose her friends, her hobbies, her clothes. And when Lauren brought me home—nervous, sweating, hoping for approval—Elaine looked me up and down and said:
"He'll do."
That was five years ago.
We've been married for three.
And I've just discovered what "he'll do" really meant.
It happens at their monthly dinner.
Lauren and Elaine meet every fourth Sunday—lunch at the estate, wine in the garden, whatever mother-daughter rituals they've maintained since childhood. I'm usually not invited.
Today, I am.
"Paul." Elaine greets me at the door. She's sixty-three, built like luxury—BBW in the most literal sense. Easily two-eighty, wrapped in silk and gold, breasts like pillows and hips like continents. "I'm so glad you could join us."
"Thank you for inviting me."
"Thank Lauren. She insisted."
Lauren appears behind her mother. My wife is small—five-two, petite, practically fragile next to Elaine's abundance. She kisses my cheek.
"Mother has something to discuss," she says. "With both of us."
We sit in the garden.
Wine poured. Pleasantries exchanged. Elaine gets to the point.
"I've decided something," she says. "About our family. About... arrangements."
"Mother—" Lauren starts.
"Let me finish." Elaine sips her wine. "Paul, do you find me attractive?"
I choke.
"Excuse me?"
"It's a simple question." She doesn't blink. "Do you find me attractive? Physically. Sexually."
"I—you're Lauren's mother—"
"That's not what I asked."
Lauren puts her hand on my thigh. Squeezes.
"Answer her," my wife says quietly. "Honestly."
I look at Lauren. At the woman I married, who I love, who has never once defied her mother in anything.
Then I look at Elaine. At her massive breasts straining against silk. At her wide hips, her soft belly, the sheer overwhelming presence of her.
"Yes," I admit. "You're very attractive."
Elaine smiles.
"Good." She stands. "Lauren, take him upstairs. I'll join you in five minutes."
Lauren leads me to a bedroom I've never seen.
Bigger than our master. Silk sheets. A bed that could sleep six.
"What's happening?" I ask.
"What I've always known would happen." Lauren starts unbuttoning her blouse. "Mother wants you. She's wanted you since the wedding. And I—" She looks at me. Something complicated in her eyes. "—I've known. And I've accepted."
"You've accepted?"
"She controls everything, Paul. My whole life. And if this is what she wants—"
"What about what you want?"
Lauren smiles. Sad. Resigned. Something else.
"I want her to be happy. And I want you. Maybe—" She pulls off her blouse. "—maybe I can have both."
Elaine enters in a robe.
Drops it immediately.
Her body is magnificent. Overwhelming. Breasts that would smother me if she pressed down, belly that rolls in soft waves, thighs like tree trunks. She moves toward the bed where Lauren and I are waiting—both of us naked now, my cock already hard.
"Good boy," she murmurs, looking at me. "Lauren, you first. Show me how he fucks you."
Lauren mounts me.
Her small body takes my cock easily—we've done this a thousand times. But not like this. Not with her mother watching, stroking herself in the chair by the bed, giving instructions.
"Slower. Make it last."
Lauren slows down.
"Touch her breasts. She likes that."
I cup Lauren's small breasts. She gasps.
"Now tell her you love her."
"I love you," I say.
"Tell her you'll love her even after."
"I'll love you even after—after what?"
Elaine stands. Crosses to the bed.
"After this."
She pulls Lauren off me. Mounts me herself.
She's nothing like her daughter.
Where Lauren is tight, Elaine is vast. Her weight presses me into the mattress—easily two hundred pounds heavier than my wife—and she surrounds me. Swallows me. Takes me in ways Lauren's small body never could.
"God," I groan.
"Better than expected?" Elaine rides me slow. "I've been told I'm worth the wait."
"Mother—" Lauren watches from beside us. "—should I—"
"Watch for now. Learn." Elaine leans down, presses her massive breasts against my chest. "Your husband belongs to both of us now. You should know how I like to use him."
She rides me for what feels like hours.
Comes twice on my cock before she lets me flip her over, finally lets me drive into her the way I need to. She takes my weight—all of it—and demands more.
"Lauren," she commands. "Sit on his face while he fucks me."
Lauren obeys.
I eat my wife while fucking her mother.
Elaine comes again. Lauren comes. I come, finally, deep inside my mother-in-law while my wife's pussy grinds against my mouth.
We collapse in a heap.
Afterward
"This is how it will be now," Elaine announces.
We're all in the bed—me in the middle, Lauren on one side, Elaine on the other. The way it will apparently remain.
"Weekly dinners. Here. The three of us." Elaine strokes my chest. "You'll service us both. Keep us both satisfied."
"And our marriage?" I ask.
"Unchanged." Elaine looks at her daughter. "Lauren is still your wife. You'll still live with her, love her, do all the things husbands do. But you'll also be mine. When I want you."
"And if I say no?"
"You won't." Elaine's hand slides lower. Wraps around my cock, already hardening again. "Because you like this. You like being shared. You like being owned."
I should deny it.
I can't.
"Same time next week," I say instead.
Elaine smiles. Lauren sighs.
And I accept my new life.
Wife and mother.
Both of them.
Forever.