MARY, MY MATRONLY MOTHER-IN-LAW

My wife's mother is a stern, matronly woman. I looked up "stern" and "matronly" in the Cambridge English dictionary.

Stern: "... very serious and not friendly or funny."

Matronly: "... usually one who is not young, is fat and does not dress in a fashionable way."

I want to be fair and honest. That's why I looked up those words. And it's true, my mother-in-law Mary presented as a stern, matronly woman. Very matronly, I suppose, since she's very fat. Also very stern, correcting our behavior. I remember several occasions when her daughter (my wife) and I were reprimanded in public.

Mary, my mother-in-law, seeing us kissing in front of a restaurant: "That's unseemly. You can keep that inside, at home, please. Nobody's kissing me."

Mary, the stern scold, walking with us to our car after an orchestra concert: "Must you hold hands? Is one of you likely to get lost? Nobody needs to see that. Nobody's holding my hand."

Mary's 74-years-old. Yes, besides being stern and matronly, she's also judgmental. Not in a cruel way. She's always been generous and supportive with our kids, her grandchildren. They're both pretty well launched. Our eldest, Emily, is a teacher and recently got engaged. Mary is hearing great-grandmother bells. My wife, Jennifer, is excited about being a grandmother. Our son, Matthew, has finished college. He's found an entry-level research position in a financial services company. Emily and Matthew are both happy and busy. Emily looks so much like my wife. Full figures run in her family.

I should add that both my wife and I suspect that her mother is somehow ... repressed, is a good word. She may be putting on a stern front to avoid us looking deeper. Isn't that always the way with humans? We take on a mask and costume in order that nobody look too at what's underneath.

My wife, Jennifer, is 52 and works in a boutique clothing store. I'm 57 and do marketing work from home. And there's the rub.

Mary moved in with us a couple of months ago. Her husband, Harry, was older and died suddenly of a heart attack. We mutually decided it would be best for Mary to sell their place and move in with us. We have plenty of space with the kids gone. I say, "we mutually decided," but, mostly, it was my wife, getting her Mom to live with us.

"It'll be fine, Michael," said Jennifer.

"I'm not sure she likes me," I said.

"Silly! I'm sure she likes you, and it'll be nice having her here," said my wife.

Here. In the house where I'm home every day. The house my wife leaves every day.

Which leaves Mary and me home alone together. A lot.

Jennifer and I have made it to and through our 30th anniversary. And, to her credit, Jennifer has never grown to be like her mother. To begin with, she's not stern in the least. Jennifer is funny, generous, and open-minded. My wife isn't a tiny thing, but she's not fat. She goes to the gym, stays very active, and watches what she eats. She dresses well, and keeps herself looking great at all times, even when gardening. We've had our ups and downs, but mostly ups. We've weathered our storms and come out stronger. We're both very accepting of one another's foibles.

I've gone a bit more to seed than Jennifer. My fault. But working at home at a computer and on the phone doesn't encourage me to be as fit and dressy as my wife. And I look a little older.

Mary's been feeling a little low lately. Her first birthday without Harry is fast approaching.

"It feels like my life is getting smaller," said Mary over supper one evening.

"Oh, Mom! You're going through a difficult patch," said Jennifer. "We'll see you out right on the other side."

"I don't see how," said Mary, sipping her wine. Since coming to live with us, she'd stepped up her alcohol consumption. It still wasn't much, but it made her seem a little less ... uptight.

You need to socialize. Join a church or a club, you might meet some nice people. Ha! You might meet a man!" smiled Jennifer.

"Are you ready for a new man in your life?" I asked.

"I don't think that would be appropriate, or possible," said Mary, shaking her head. Her ash-and-silver gray hair was tied up on the back of her head in a bun, as always. I'd never seen her with her hair any other way.

"We're not trying to push you in that direction, Mom," said Jennifer.

"Even if I was ready, no man is going to be interested in me, dear. I've never been a pretty woman. I'm fat and I'm old. Even when I was young and full of vim and vigor, I was lucky to catch your father's eye. Harry only married me because I was willing to ... well, do things other girls wouldn't. I would, and he liked that. We were a team."

"Mom! I'm shocked!" laughed Jennifer.

"Your father, my husband, was a sensual man. With all that entails," said Mary, giving me a significant look.

Even though I'd never thought of Mary having a sexual side, she clearly had one, or used to have one. I wondered what Harry asked her to do.

"I have a regular customer at the shop, Anna Maxwell. She's at least your age, and her boyfriend looks only a little older than Michael," said Jennifer. "And, before you ask, I can assure you that she's not feigning youth. She looks like a nice older woman."

"Probably prettier and slimmer than me," said Mary, sipping more wine.

"She's rather full-figured, actually," said Jennifer.

"Plenty of men enjoy a woman with a little meat on her bones," I said. "They may be embarrassed to admit it, but it's true."

"Michael knows whereof he speaks, Mom," giggled Jennifer. "I think he's still waiting for me to fill out!"

"Hush, you! You're not fat like me, nor as homely. Michael's fortunate to have you, and you him," said Mary. "I'm just feeling a bit sorry for myself at the moment."

"Mom? We'll do whatever we can, whatever you need, whatever you want, to make you a happy camper with us," said my wife. "Won't we, Michael?"

Jennifer looked at me, nodding. Mary looked at me. I looked back and forth between them.

"Of course, we will," I said. "I will. Anything."

"I insist on Michael saying flattering things about you on a regular basis!" declared Jennifer.

"Oh, hush, you!" sighed her mother. "Don't be ridiculous."

"What's wrong with Michael offering honest flattery?" asked Jennifer. "Whenever he finds you attractive."

"Well, so long as it's only in the privacy of our home ..." muttered Mary. "I suppose I might not mind."

"I've been meaning to tell you how ... alluring ... you look in that dress," I said, bravely. "The color is nice on you, and it shows off your curves without giving anything away."

Honestly, it was a plain dark colored dress. Rather large and tent-like to cover Mary's figure. But that first little bit of flattery brought the hint of a smile to Mary's face. It earned me a kiss on the cheek from my wife.

"That's right! You speak up honestly when you notice nice things about Mom," nodded Jennifer.

"I shan't be used to that," said Mary. "I really am an old, grumpy, homely, fat woman."

"But you'll get used to it, and like it!" said Jennifer. "And Michael likes women like you, right dear?"

"I confess, I do appreciate older, full-figured women," I said. It was true, if a bit of a stretch for an obese full figure like my mother-in-law's. "My wife is more attractive to me than ever, as she's aged and ... filled out. And now I have the regular opportunity to appreciate her mother, which I do."

Which earned me another smile and kiss on the cheek from my wife.

"You're a silly man, Michael," said Mary. "But I allow that you may appreciate me all you like."

Jennifer and I laughed. Her mother looked serious.

Later that evening, in bed with the lights out, Jennifer gently rubbed my back.

"That feels so nice," I said.

"You deserve it, for being nice to my mother," said Jennifer.

"Thank you, but it's not difficult to be honest, when given permission," I said.

"What does that mean?" asked Jennifer.

"Few wives would be comfortable having their husband offering compliments to another woman. And in your own home," I said. "And I'm surprised, your mother is a bit more receptive than I expected. She's always been a bit ... stern."

"First, I'm not all wives. I'm your wife. Second, we're talking about my mother, not some other woman," said Jennifer.

"But what if it was your aunt, or your sister, your cousin, or a good friend, being complimented, flattered?" I asked.

Jennifer was silent for a moment. "If the compliments were honestly made, I shouldn't mind. Of course, I understand there could be some risk involved! My husband attracted to every woman who entered our home, whatever their age or shape?" She giggled. "I'd end up fighting them all for your attentions!"

"Fortunately, it's only your mother, so far!" I laughed. "I'm surprised that she's so receptive, after seeming so stern and grumpy."

"Are you serious, Michael, about appreciating older, larger women? Finding them attractive?" asked Jennifer.

"I feel silly admitting it," I said. "We've never talked about it. Heck, I've hardly thought about it. Sorry."

"Mom is so ... big," said Jennifer. "There's so much of her."

"I know," I said. "It's crazy. She's enormous."

"I rather like that you like it," said Jennifer. "I've always worried about being big-boned and sturdy-hipped. Will you still want me if I gain even more weight?"

"You needn't worry," I said. "I'll be delighted with you no matter how you look. Of course, you'll be dealing with an older me, not just an old overweight you."

"Even if I was old and overweight, like Mom?" asked Jennifer. "She's pretty big."

"Yes, even if," I said. Would I be delighted? I wasn't sure. I'd never had experience with a really big woman. A younger me might have been repelled, but now I was just intrigued.

"So, you can imagine liking, loving, an old lady?" giggled my wife.

"Of course, I can. I love you," I said.

"I'm not an old lady! Yet," Jennifer protested.

"I love your mother," I said.

"Really? But it's different, isn't it?"

"Yes, it's different," I said. "It's not like I'm intimate with your mother!"

Jennifer laughed. "God! Can you imagine that? Having sex with such a large older woman? Can you?"

"I didn't only mean sexual intimacy, but sure, I can imagine it," I said. "I have a great imagination, encouraged by my wife's intense questioning!"

"It's just interesting," sighed Jennifer. "As I get older, I wonder. And now, with Mom living with us, everything is more intimate. Geez, look, we're talking about it!"

"Are you OK with that?" I asked. "OK with more intimacy, whatever that means?"

Jennifer was quiet for a moment. Then, "Yes, I am. You?"

"Me, too, I guess. I'm getting used to your Mom. She used to be so intimidating. Now she's more ... approachable. She seems to like me, which make me like her more."

"Hmmm." Jennifer kissed the back of my neck and patted my bottom. "Well, you two liking one another is a nice thing, if we're all three living cheek by jowl. Good night, dear. Sweet dreams!"

I kept thinking about that conversation. Was I still attracted to Jennifer even as she aged? A resounding yes. Did I like her mother, an older and larger woman? A lot more than I'd expected. Living with the two of them was ... interesting, in a good way.

I kept up the flattering compliments ... for both Jennifer and Mary. Usually about how what they were wearing or doing made them especially attractive. I continued to earn smiles. Surprisingly, Mary joined Jennifer in rewarding me with a kiss on the cheek. That was not as stern as I'd thought her. I noticed a change in myself, too. Paying more attention to Jennifer and her mother made me appreciate them more. They seemed noticed that.

Indeed, both women went out of their way to make physical contact during my campaign of flattery. I was careful not to overdo it. And I was always honest. Besides the cheek kisses, I got little strokes of my back or arm, occasional sideways embraces. I was used to the way my wife felt, close up, but the extra cuddling was really nice. Mary was much softer, larger, than her daughter. I noticed how much of her moved when she began wearing less tent-like clothes. She was like a rolling mountain of flesh. And I was surprised to find that tantalizing. I looked forward to her contact. I took pleasure in feeling her flesh move.

One evening I was helping in the kitchen with the dishes. Mary still int the dining room. Jennifer commented on her mother's new look.

"Mom's started wearing more form-fitting clothes," said Jennifer. "She's showing more cleavage, like she used to with Dad."

"Has she?" I asked, drying a plate and setting it on the counter.

"You know she has. I've noticed you noticing. There's such a lot of her," said Jennifer, hands deep in the soapy sink. "Do you really like, appreciate that? A larger woman?"

"She looks ... good," I said. "I told you I like it, and I do."

"Her chest and backside are enormous! They seem specially showcased in her new clothes. You don't mind that?" asked Jennifer.

"Well, I guess I ... appreciate that," I said. "Lots of men like big breasts, wide hips and a large backside."

"So big!" giggled my wife. "They all move so much when she walks!"

"And I like that!" I laughed. "Well, I certainly enjoy looking at that."

I moved behind Jennifer and put one hand on her full-but-not-fat bottom and one on a breast, squeezing.

"But not squeezing them, yet!" laughed my wife. Just as her mother walked into the kitchen.

"Oh, I'm sorry to disturb you! Just bringing in another glass," said Mary.

"Thanks, Mom. You're not disturbing. Michael is always wanting to play grab-ass," laughed Jennifer.

"And grab-boob, I think. It can't be always. He hasn't tried grabbing my boobs and backside," laughed Mary.

"Not yet!" laughed Jennifer.

"Not yet," agreed Mary, leaving us in the kitchen. "There's plenty there to grab, so when he tries he's unlikely to miss!"

"You look great today, Mary!" I said.

I swear, Mary seemed to wiggle her vast bottom as she left. It did move a lot when she walked. Jennifer and I looked at each other, grinning. Had she heard us talking?

"That was a bit naughty," I said.

"I liked it!" said Jennifer. "Mom liked it!"

Jennifer and I took Mary out for dinner last week. As usual, Jennifer looked fabulous. Mary looked ... matronly. I like to think I looked OK, but apparently the maître d' at the restaurant thought differently.

"Ah, yes. Taylor, party of three," he said, checking our name off his list. "Right this way."

We followed him to a nice table, where he seated the women. I seated myself between them.

"Is this a special occasion?" he asked.

We looked at one another, then Jennifer grinned.

"It's been a great week at work, and we thought my mother deserved a nice dinner out," said Jennifer.

"You and your father?" asked our host.

"Excuse me?" asked Jennifer.

The maître d' looked at me, then Mary. Jennifer burst into laughter.

"Yes, yes! Of course! I'm here with my parents!" she laughed.

I shook my head slightly and didn't say anything. Mary stared at her daughter with a little smile on her lips. The maître d' shrugged.

"Elaine will be your server. Do enjoy your celebration," he said, and left.

"What was that all about?" I asked, feeling a little put out, honestly.

"Apparently, you and I make a good couple," said Mary, coolly.

"You're perfect together!" laughed my wife. "You are ready for a new man, Mom! My husband has become my step-father!"

I rolled my eyes. Mary said, "Very droll, dear."

"My man is your new mister!" Jennifer kept laughing.

"I think that's enough," I said. "We get it."

"Be careful which bedroom you head for when we get home, mister!" laughed Jennifer.

"Yes, yes, dear," I sighed.

Jennifer wiped her eyes, grinning. Mary focused on the menu. I hoped we'd get something to drink soon.

Dinner was very good. The service was fine, and the food tasty. We had a wine, a little more than usual, which kept my wife's sense of humor lubricated. She kept looking at me and Mary, smiling, and shaking her head.

When we got home it was later than usual for us to be up ... dinner had been long and relaxed. Mary went to her room, I followed Jennifer into ours. My wife turned to face me with a wicked smile on her face.

"Aren't you in the wrong room, sir?" she asked.

"What?" I asked.

"I do find you wonderfully attractive, but is this wise, with her in the same house?" asked Jennifer laying a hand on my chest.

"I don't know what you're talking about," I sighed.

"Oh, I've heard about step-fathers having their way with their step-daughters! I never thought it would happen to me!" giggled Jennifer.

"I see. We're back on the me and your mother make a great couple thing, are we?" I said.

Jennifer pulled me to the bed pushed me down, and began to undress me.

"I'm surprised you lust for me. I'm not so ... mature, and full-figured as my mother," said Jennifer.

"I can appreciate you both," I said.

"I'm excited to be getting a look at what my mother's been enjoying" said Jennifer in her sexiest voice.

"You had a lot of wine at dinner, and this is a pretty crazy fantasy," I said.

Still, it was arousing having my wife behaving in such an overtly sexy way. It was unusual for her.

Jennifer stopped undressing me; I still had my trousers on, if not my shirt or shoes. She stood up.

"You must be desperate to get a taste of this! A taste of your lovely step-daughter, with your wife, my mother, just down the hall!" said Jennifer. "Oh, I'm sure she's tasty, too!"

She stripped quickly then climbed back onto the bed, naked, to embrace me.

"Even though I'm not so ... wait, is voluptuous the right word for my mother? Or old and fat? But ... let me try? I think I can please you," said Jennifer, nibbling on my earlobe.

I ran my hands down her back and squeezed her bottom.

"I'm sure you can," I said. "We'll have to take your mother out more often."

"What do you two like to do together, in bed," whispered Jennifer. "We'll do the same."

"Seriously? You want to do this?" I asked.

"Seriously, I want to do this!" giggled my wife.

"Well, let's see, she likes me to go down on her," I whispered back. "Shall I do that?"

"Say her name, and give me details!" said Jennifer.

"OK, OK. Mary likes me to put my head between her fat thighs then lick her pussy until she orgasms," I said. I was surprised I could come out with it like that.

"Oh, my God, Michael! This is so depraved! I love it!" sighed Jennifer. "Daddy? May I call you Daddy?"

That was weird, but, "OK, I guess," I said.

"Daddy, lick my pussy, like you lick Mom's ... please?" asked my wife.

With Jennifer naked, and me still half-dressed, I moved between my wife's legs. I probed between her thighs as she spread them. The aroma of her sex was strong, and when I got my tongue on her, she was very wet.

"That's it! Lick me, Daddy!" sighed Jennifer.

I did lick her. Gently at first, then with increasing ardor. She began to squirm and squeal in ways that weren't ... usual ... for us during sex. Jennifer came swiftly and loudly. It seemed likely that her mother would hear us. My wife clamped her thighs around my head. She ran her fingers through my hair, then she released me, and I moved to lie next to her.

"That was crazy and amazing," sighed Jennifer.

"I wasn't expecting that fantasy," I said.

"Me neither," giggled Jennifer. "Fantasizing about you with another woman! That was fun."

She reached down with both hands to unzip my trousers.

"You're nice and hard, Daddy," giggled Jennifer. "What would Mom do with that, I wonder?"

"We're going to keep this up?" I sighed. "Well, I guess we'd have intercourse, missionary style, or she'd take me in her mouth."

"I'll take you in my mouth," said Jennifer. "I'll bet I'm better at it than my mother!"

We pulled my trousers and underpants off together, and my wife took me in her mouth, using her hand, too. And instantly I was imagining Mary, enormous and naked, taking my cock in her mouth.

"Oh, Mary!" I gasped.

Jennifer stopped and looked up at me, surprised.

"Sorry. Just part of the fantasy," I blushed.

"Keep doing it," said my wife. "I liked it."

"Keep calling you Mary?" I asked.

"Keep doing it. Use her name. It's hot," said my wife, returning her mouth to my cock.

"Suck me, Mary!" I sighed.

Jennifer redoubled her efforts, and I was soon spurting into her mouth and down her throat.

"Oh, Mary! Oh, Mary" I groaned. "Mary! That was so good!"

I must have been loud, because as I finished climaxing, there was a little tap on our bedroom door.

"Michael? Is everything OK? Were you calling me?" came Mary's voice.

Jennifer let my cock slip from between her lips. She licked them and grinned at me.

"Michael? Do you need me?" called Mary. "Should I come in?"

"It's OK, Mom!" called Jennifer.

"Oh. I heard Michael calling and thought he might need me," said Mary.

"Not right now, Mom. I've got him taken care of," said Jennifer, grinning.

"Well, if you've taken care of him then I'm off to bed. Don't stay up too late!" called Mary.

We held each other for a few minutes. I felt weird and thought I'd better explain.

"All that talk about your mother, I suddenly envisioned her, and called out her name," I said. "Sorry about that."

"No need to be sorry. I encouraged it!" said Jennifer, stroking my chest. "I knew that was what you must be thinking. But I never thought you'd be imagining my fat old mother when I was giving you a blow job, mister!"

She gave me a playful slap, and we kissed. I was surprised I'd imagined Mary, too. And now I couldn't get her out of my mind.

"I wonder what Mom was thinking, hearing you calling out her name in that groaning voice?" said Jennifer.

"That something had happened to me, I guess," I said.

"Something did happen to you. You came in my mouth, groaning out my mother's name!" giggled Jennifer.

"Yeah, well," I grumbled. "You imagined being ravished by your step-father, who doesn't even exist!"

"Not yet, anyway. But you are a perfect couple!" giggled Jennifer. "You and my fat Mom! You can be my step-daddy AND my husband!"

"You're incorrigible," I sighed.

"It could be fun!" grinned my wife. "And you were imagining sex with my mother! How often do you do that? You're a lovely, naughty man!"

And that was all we said about that. All we said that night, anyway. We took turns brushing out teeth and getting ready for bed. And I had peculiar dreams about large homely older women ravishing me.

After Jennifer left for work the next day, Mary knocked lightly on my open office door.

"Michael? May I have a word?" she asked.

"Of course! Come in, have a seat," I said, shifting a couple of books off the second chair in my office.

Mary sat down, looking rather prim. She was wearing a long skirt, as usual. Feet together in sensible black flats. Hands folded in her lap. More decolletage than usual. She'd been sporting lower necklines lately. I remembered she often dressed this way with Harry.

"Is everything OK?" I asked.

"Yes, yes. I wanted to speak to you about last night," said Mary.

"What about last night?" I asked, knowing what must be coming. Oh, dear.

"I definitely heard you calling out my name, several times. I'm feeling a little funny about that," said Mary.

"Oh, that. Well, we were ... playing a game, sort of," I blushed.

"A game! My goodness. You sounded as if you might be in distress, or something," said Mary.

"It's embarrassing, Mary. I don't know if I can talk to you about it," I said, wishing she would go away.

"Michael? I'm a practical and mature woman. I live in this house with you and my daughter. There shouldn't be anything embarrassing for us," she said, seriously.

I hesitated and looked away. "Your daughter, my wife, was having a bit of a fantasy, and I was playing along."

"A fantasy? You mean, like a sexual fantasy?" Mary was going to persist.

"It was silly, really. She was still joking about the fellow at the restaurant. You know. Him thinking that you and I were a married couple, out for dinner with our daughter, Jennifer," I said.

"Yes? Go on," said Mary. "Michael?"

"Jennifer was joking about me being her step-father, about to ravish her," I said. "It was very silly."

"That was your game?" Mary gasped and looked aghast. "Well, I never!"

"I told you, it was silly," I said. "She'd had a lot to drink."

"Her step-father? She doesn't have a ... oh, I see. After the restaurant incident, Jennifer continued her as-if you and I were married. And you, as my husband, you were about to take advantage of my daughter," said Mary, nodding. "Very naughty notion."

"With you in the house. It was thoughtless of us. But Jennifer was a little ... loosey-goosey ... and, I admit, I enjoyed the game, too," I said.

"I understand, Michael," said Mary. "But why would you call out my name?"

"Jennifer ... pleasured me, pretending I was her step-father. Because you and I were mistaken for a couple. Then she wondered what her mother, my imagined wife, might do ... " I trailed off.

"What her mother might do? What I might do? To pleasure my husband, as if you were my husband?" asked Mary. "You two and your game! Quite wild and very naughty. Depraved! As if you could be aroused by a woman like me!"

She stretched out her legs a little and moved her hands to the arms of the chair, pushing her shoulders back. Whether intentional or not, she drew my attention to her trunk-like legs and her full chest. She was still Mary, my wife's large, homely mother. But once again I found myself thinking about her as a woman, a lot of woman. I tried to clear my head of the images floating up.

"Right, right. So, Jennifer ... did that," I said.

"She did what you two imagined I might do to pleasure my husband," said Mary. "Really, Michael? This is the fantasy that excited you two?"

"Er, yes," I said.

"Well, I suppose I can imagine such a thing, but I didn't expect it where I lived, with my daughter and son-in-law," said Mary. She sounded like she was judging, but she didn't look particularly stern. "You, thinking about me, and sex! Well!"

She pulled her shoulders back again. Her breasts certainly were large. Her outfit and posture rather emphasized the cleavage plunging over her big tummy. I glanced at her chest, then up to her eyes, which were on me. She knew where my eyes had been. Mary still looked very serious.

"But, again, why call out my name?" she asked.

"I ... I'd had a bit of wine, too, you know," I said. "And, in the spirit of Jennifer's ... our ... fantasy, I did momentarily ... invest. That would be a good word, I suppose, invest ... in the role playing."

"And you said my name," nodded Mary. "Cried out my name."

"Jennifer ... liked that," I said. "She wanted me to ... pretend ... she was you."

"As if it was in fact me pleasuring you," said Mary. "You imagining Jennifer was me! She's much smaller all over, of course. And younger. But you called out my name in the throes of passion. What, if I may be so bold, was I doing, in your fantasy?"

"Oh, that's not important," I said, blushing.

"I think it's entirely reasonable for me to be told. I want to understand, Michael," said Mary, sounding stern now. "What was I doing? Tell me!"

"You were ... using ... your mouth," I said, embarassed.

"You needn't be shy, Michael. I'm not a nervous virgin!" said Mary.

"Of course not," I said.

"You imagined my mouth, your mother-in-law's mouth. It was in fact Jennifer's mouth, pleasuring you," said Mary, nodding. "You imagined yourself in my mouth. Depraved!"

"Ummm. Well, yes," I said. "We laughed about it after, Jennifer and I."

"When I knocked on your door, my daughter had successfully pleasured you. And you called out my name at ... at the moment of full ... pleasure?" asked Mary.

"Yes," I said. "We didn't mean to alarm you. We were so ... engaged, in the fantasy, you know."

"I wasn't alarmed, just surprised and concerned," said Mary. "Oh, I can imagine well enough." She paused and looked away. "Did you imagine me clothed, or naked?"

"Does that matter?" I asked, surprised by the question.

"I'm interested ... you were imagining me," said Mary. "It seems you should satisfy my reasonable curiosity."

"You ... weren't fully clothed," I said.

"Naked, then," nodded Mary. "I'm a large, plain, older woman. My figure and form aren't what they once were. Not that I was ever much to write home about. But you've seen my figure, clothed at least. And I expect you can imagine me unclothed. And that image didn't disturb your fantasy?"

"Not at all!" I said, more enthusiastically than necessary. "You're very ... alluring. Jennifer and I both think so." Hoping flattery would soothe.

Mary parted her legs, then lifted one ankle over the other. She ran her hands up and down her large thighs. It was too easy to imagine what might be up the dark tunnel of her skirt.

"What would you say if I told you I was naked when I knocked on your door?" asked Mary, risking a little smile for the first time. "Wouldn't you be shocked?"

"Were you?" I asked, eyes wide.

"You like that idea, do you? No," sighed Mary, shaking her head. "I had my dressing gown on. I was just having a risqué thought. Adding to your fantasy, if you will."

"Of course," I said. "Anything else?" I grinned.

"No. But I do sleep naked," said Mary. "So, now you know that about me. Does that surprise you?"

"A little bit," I said. "You've always seemed quite, oh, conservative, to me."

"I expect we can all be surprising, even when we seem conservative," she said. "Yes, I sleep naked. And, in warm weather, I often throw off the covers and rest on the bed au naturel.

"We sleep naked, too," I blurted out. "Jennifer and me." I didn't have to say that, but I found I wanted to share. "We always do. So, we ... have that in common."

Mary must know that I was now imaging her naked in her bed. Was she imagining me and Jennifer so? I found myself hoping she did.

"Good to know," said Mary. "In future, if there is a disturbance, we'll all know what to expect: a naked romp! And you, Michael ... imagining having sex with your mother-in-law! How often do you do that, I wonder? You'll tell Jennifer we had this conversation, of course?"

"I guess I should," I said. Interesting that Mary and Jennifer seemed to be wondering the same thing.

"Good, good," said Mary.

She rose from the chair. I stood, too, because it seemed like the thing to do. She gave me a little kiss on the cheek, pushing her chest against me. I could smell her body powder. Lavender. Then she went off about her business.

After supper, and some shared evening television time, we all retired to our rooms. Jennifer and I got ready for bed. I slipped under the covers first, and watched my wife walking naked from the master bathroom to our bed. She's a big-boned woman. Not fat, but sturdy, with full breasts and thighs. She had a tiny hint of a tummy above the bush of long brown hair covering her pussy.

"You're lovely," I said, as she joined me in bed.

"Thank you, sir," Jennifer smiled and gave me a kiss.

"I had a conversation with your mother today," I said.

"About anything interesting?" asked Jennifer.

"About why I was calling out her name last night," I said.

Jennifer giggled and snuggled up close to me.

"What did you say?" she asked.

"It was a bit of an interrogation, actually," I said. "She was intent on her objective. Intent on getting the truth out of me."

"Was Mommy cruel to you, baby?" Jennifer asked.

"No, she was very reasonable," I said. "And she was persistent. Determined to get to the bottom of things."

"You have a nice bottom," said my wife.

"Thank you," I said. "You, too."

"My mother's is quite large ... well, really large," she said, apropos of nothing. "So, what did you tell her?"

"In the end, it all came out," I said. "I explained that we'd been drinking, as she knew. And we were playing out a silly fantasy with me as your step-father setting out to ravish you."

"Wow! You told my mother that?" Jennifer,.

"Yes, and it was all matter-of-fact," I said.

"How did you explain calling out her name?" asked Jennifer.

"I told her part of the fantasy had you ... pleasuring me ... as if you were your mother," I said. "And I explained that, in the heat of the moment, I imagined you were. Imagined you were your mother."

"What did Mom say about that?" asked Jennifer, eyes wide.

"She thought that seemed very reasonable," I said. "If outrageous."

I was getting an erection talking about this. Jennifer, stroking her hand up and down my body, discovered that. She giggled.

"The fantasy is still pretty exciting, isn't it?" she whispered. "Is that all you talked to Mom about?"

"She wondered if I'd imagined her naked, and hoped that didn't alarm me if I had," I said. "She explained that she slept naked, and I said we did, too. I don't know why I told her that. Anyway, she thought that was good to know. In case there were ever any other nighttime disturbances."

Jennifer giggled again, then climbed on top of me so that we were face to face.

"I wonder if Mom would mount and ride my step-father like I'm about to ride you, Daddy?" she whispered. "I'd be so big on top of you! So much flesh moving around!"

"This is a crazy fantasy," I sighed, as Jennifer guided my hard cock in with her hand.

"I think it's pretty hot," said my wife. "I'm sorry I'm not a bigger woman, so you could properly imagine Mom, Daddy!"

"Shut up and make love, Mary!" I giggled, as we began to fuck.

"Oh, Daddy! You're such a beast!" giggled my wife. "Pretending I'm Mommy! Be good or I'll tell her how you do me, or us!"

It was confusing remembering who was who. And I imagined my mother-in-law, naked, listening outside our door. I almost wished she were about to burst in. Naked. So much of her. Discovering us naked. Thinking of her. Imagining the three of us naked together.

Two days later Jennifer announced that she was making a last-minute business trip.

"It's pretty exciting," said Jennifer. "I know this is sudden, but there was a hotel room cancellation. We were top of the waiting list, so we seized the opportunity."

"Isn't your Mom's birthday coming up?" I asked.

"Yes, I know. Sorry to dump that on you," said Jennifer.

"You're not going to be home for your mother's birthday?" I asked.

"Can't be helped. I'll be at the trade show with Robin from the shop," said Jennifer.

"What am I supposed to do with her?" I asked.

"Take her out for dinner. Show her a good time. You can do it! You're a perfect couple!" grinned my wife.

"Thanks for that!" I sighed. "How long will you be gone?"

"Three nights."

"OK. Well, I hope it's fun and useful!" I said.

"I hope it's safe for me to leave you alone with my mother, unsupervised!" laughed Jennifer.

Me and Mary. Alone together. Unsupervised. I began to fantasize.

"You might cry out her name and she'd come rushing in naked to help you!" said my wife.

Jennifer and I had lovely sex in the days before she left. Always with some fantasy involving Mary. It was totally getting to be a habit. She did share some revelations about her mother, as we lay in one another's arms after lovemaking.

"Mom and I were talking, about relationships and stuff," said Jennifer.

"Relationships and stuff?" I asked. "What does that mean?"

"Well, about you and me, and us living here together with her, and remembering growing up," she said. "I asked her what she meant when she told us that Dad only wanted her because she would do things other girls wouldn't do."

"Wow! She didn't just shut you down?" I asked. "Had you ever talked to her about that before?"

"No. She was surprisingly forthcoming. I didn't go after the details, but it sounds like Dad, when they first got together, liked to ... share Mom, with other men!" said Jennifer.

"What?" I gasped.

"I know! Which is totally crazy, considering how strict Mom was with me about boys when I was growing up. She was concerned about everything. She was sure that I'd be bed-hopping to hell with a variety of lads. I guess her experience with Dad kind of made her that way."

"He liked to share her?" I prompted. This was hard to believe.

"Mom was always a big girl, and never the prettiest, she says. But Dad took to her, and she says it was, at least partly, because of his ... penchants, that's the word she used! Penchants about intimacy, by which I know she meant sex. Reading between the lines, in the years before they had kids, Dad would seek out other men and couples to ... share Mom. He liked to watch her, with other men, even with their wives watching. It sounds so ... well, insane, based on the Mom I grew up with. But I guess we all have formative years!"

"Your Mom was a lot wilder than I imagined," I said. "Talking to you about her youthful activities, and questioning me about our fantasies."

"I can imagine you, just about, with another woman ... me watching you. Like Dad watched Mom," whispered Jennifer. "That might be hot ... so hot ... oh, I shouldn't be giving you ideas!"

"That's nuts, honey!" I whispered. "What other woman?"

"She'd have to be someone pretty close ..." sighed Jennifer. "Someone we both trusted. A short list!"

"Close friends and family, I guess," I said.

"I guess it just goes to show you how different people can be. When they're actually together," said Jennifer.

"Like, with your Mom living with us?" I asked. "So, we learn more about each other?"

"Exactly. It's just more intimate," said Jennifer, snuggling in. "I like it. Good night, sweetheart."

"Good night, love," I said. My sleep was deep and filled with visions. Visions of Jennifer watching me have sex with her friends, and my wife's sex-mad mother.

So, Jennifer left for her trade show, the day before her mother's birthday. I made a dinner reservation for us ... at the same place where they'd thought we were a couple. I thought that would be amusing, at least.

When Mary came out from primping before we left for dinner, I was surprised. She had on her usual dark skirt and top, but was showing even more serious decolletage. Surprisingly, her hair was down, straight and long to the middle of her back. A very different look for her. I was charmed, I admit. She was still enormous, but making an effort.

Dinner with wine was lovely. Once again we were greeted as a couple. May simpered at that and took my arm as we were seated. We were friendly enough now that conversation flowed comfortably. Our server brough us a slice of cake with a birthday candle for dessert. Mary actually teared up.

"You must feel lonely with Harry gone," I said, patting her hand on the table.

Mary sighed. "Of course. And you must feel lonely with Jennifer away this week."

"If there's anything I can do, please let me know," I said.

"Thank you, Michael. And you can call on me whenever you need me," said Mary. "My hearing's pretty good." She grinned and winked.

"I know it is!" I said.

"I can hear you and Jennifer pretty well, even when your door's closed," said Mary.

"Oh, well, we don't mean to disturb you," I said.

"I don't mind. A husband and wife should enjoy their time together," said Mary. "I like hearing you two together."

At once, I knew she was talking about sex. I flushed a bit. She pulled her hand out from under mine, and put hers on top, giving me a little squeeze.

"Although I admit I'm still shaking my head. You at you calling out my name when you were imagining me with Jennifer," said Mary. "You must have known I could hear you."

"Oh, right, that," I said.She squeezed my hand again. "As if you were in pain, but really throes of passion. I wasn't sure what to do, whether I should rush in or not."

"That would have been a surprise, you rushing in," I blushed.

"I wondered, and, for a moment, I was tempted to do so anyway," said Mary. "I know I seem very ... conservative ... but I like to think I can be playful, too."

"Conservatively playful, of course," I nodded.

"I know I'm not much to look at. I never was, truth be told. But I'm still a girl, at heart. Still hoping for a little fun in life," said Mary.

Her leg shifted under the table until it was touching mine.

"Jennifer keeps saying, joking, that you and I are a perfect couple," Mary gave a little smile. "Like they think of us at this restaurant."

"Well, birthday girl, you look lovely this evening," I said. "Your hair is a delightful surprise! Very beautiful. I'm proud to be your date."

Mary blushed, actually blushed!

"You don't think I'm showing too much chest?" she asked, voice low. "Harry often wanted me to. He liked the attention. I don't normally like to any longer. I've gotten more conservative, but with you ... I thought you might appreciate it, and that it would be OK, for us."

"Your chest looks just fine," I said. "All of you looks beautiful! And you're going home with me after dinner!"

"You naughty man!" laughed Mary, rubbing her leg against mine under the table. "Have you imagined me other times? Will you? It seems so natural, with the three of us living together ... and all sleeping naked!"

"How can we help but have such thoughts!" I said, trying for joviality. That earned my more leg rubbing that continued through dessert.

Back home, too early for bed.

"It's not very celebratory, Mary, but would you like to watch a little TV?" I asked.

"Maybe with a glass of red wine?" she asked.

Mary never drank in the evenings, after supper. Still, it was her birthday.

"Sure," I said. "I'll get some."

"I'm going to go change. I'll be right back," said Mary.

I got a bottle of California Cabernet Sauvignon and opened it. I carried it into the living room along with two glasses. I turned on the TV, and, just then, my mobile phone rang. Jennifer checking in. I muted the TV and answered the phone.

"Hello?" I said.

"Hi, honey," said my wife. "I'm calling to see how you're doing, and to tell Mom happy birthday."

Mary returned then, wearing a dressing gown. Hair still hanging long and straight. I'd never seen her dressed so informally before, when we were still awake together.

"We're doing good," I said. "Nice dinner. Your Mom and I are about to watch some TV. I'll put you on speaker so you can say happy birthday."

I hit the speaker icon and turned up my mobile's volume.

"Hi, Jennifer!" said Mary.

"Hi, Mom. Happy birthday!" said Jennifer. "Sorry again to not be with you. Dinner was nice?"

"Your husband was a great date!" laughed Mary. "Flattering and attentive. We went back to that restaurant where they think we're a couple."

"Of course, you did. I hear you're about to watch some TV," said Jennifer.

"Yes, and Michael's pouring me a glass of red wine," said Mary.

"Really? You must be feeling good. You should change into something more comfortable," said Jennifer.

"I already have," said Mary.

"Well, good for you! Robin and I are just back from the show's welcome reception and buffet. I'm beat. I think I'll take a bath then read a book."

"You relax, honey. Everything's fine here," I said.

"I'll look after Michael, dear," laughed Mary.

"Does he need looking after?" asked Jennifer.

"With you gone, I mean," said Mary. "In case he needs help with anything. I told him he could call for me by name! I can hear from my room."

I laughed, a trifle nervously.

"I'm sure you'd love to be helpful, Mom!" laughed my wife.

"We're fine!" I said. "Go relax, Jennifer."

"OK. Have a good evening. I'll be thinking about you!" said my wife, ending the call.

I offered up my glass to Mary in a toast. She clinked her glass with mine.

"I wonder what she'll be thinking about us?" laughed Mary.

"Cheers, Mom, and happy birthday," I said.

"Thank you, dear," said Mary. "What are we watching?"

"Well, I found this British series called The Indian Doctor," I said. "It's about a doctor and his wife moving from India to a small Welsh coal town."

"Let's give it a whirl!" said Mary.

The show was pretty bingeable. Partway through the second episode I glanced over and noticed Mary's glass was empty. I also noticed that she was showing a bit of leg where her dressing gown had fallen open. Her thick legs were revealed to just above the knee. I paused the streaming show.

"More wine?" I asked.

"Please," said Mary, holding out her glass.

As she held out her glass, the top part of her robe parted a little. Her upper chest was exposed, but not any part of her breasts. They apparently hung pretty low when not contained by a bra. I poured us both some wine, and we sipped.

"There's some attraction between the doctor and that pub-lady," said Mary.

"He's got a beautiful wife," I said.

"That Indian actress has large breasts," said Mary. "They're probably perky, unlike mine. The doctor might be interested in both their chests."

"Mom! Don't be silly," I said. "I meant that the doctor was happily married. No need for the pub-lady."

"Mmm. Being married doesn't negate attractions," said Mary. "She could be his Welsh bit on the side. A Welsh rare-bit. Maybe he could get his large breasted Indian wife to watch him with his Welsh pub-bit."

"Mom! That's pretty wild!" I said.

"Of course, I speak from experience," she nodded.

"Right!" I said. "Jennifer told me."

"I was sure she would," said Mary.

We both laughed.

"Harry used to like men noticing me," said Mary. "He liked them noticing my chest and bottom, even if they were flabby. He encouraged me to flaunt myself a bit, luring men on. I hope you didn't mind, this evening. I'm out of practice, but I thought you wouldn't mind."

"I didn't mind. I'm sure Harry would have thought you beautiful this evening," I said. I thought about my late father-in-law exhibiting Mary, luring men, sharing his wife.

"These ladies like being looked at, too, I think," nodded Mary.

Both actresses, the Indian wife and the Welsh pub-lady, were very attractive, in my opinion. But I was more distracted by -- attracted to? -- my mother-in-law's nearby flesh, at the moment.

"I remember you often had a rather ... friendly? Decolletage?" I said. I remembered it quite well. It was surprising on such a firm, matronly woman.

"That was for Harry," sighed Mary. "I got used to it, though, and quite liked it. Always felt a bit wobbly!"

"Men looking at you," I said. "Noticing your ... gifts."

"Certain men, yes," said Mary, shrugging again and giving me a rather generous look at the side of her breast. "Sometimes their wives, too. Harry liked that."

"Mom? Are you too warm? I noticed your dressing gown is a little loose," I said.

"I'm very comfortable, thanks, Michael," said Mary. "And I like you looking at me, too, like Harry used to encourage men to take a peek, fancying a tumble with the fat girl. I like that you flatter me. I know I'm sometimes difficult. But you and Jennifer should know, I think a lot about you both."

"Well, OK," I said. "Good to know."

"Just like you think about me," she smiled.

I started up the show again, but found my peripheral vision distracted. There was an increase in skin being exposed by my massive mother-in-law.

I paused the show again.

"Mom? Are you sure you're comfortable? Your dressing gown seems to be pretty loose," I said.

"You seem very concerned with my dressing gown, Michael," said Mary, with a little smile. "Fixated, even."

"Well ..." I started.

"If it would make you feel better, I can take it off," said Mary.

Really? My mother-in-law?

"What are you wearing underneath?" I asked.

"Nothing. I'm ready for bed. You know I sleep naked," said Mary. "I told you that. I got ready before we started watching television."

I wasn't sure what to say. Suddenly I was feeling very aroused, by my homely, matronly mother-in-law. Her current behavior didn't seem very conservative.

"Have you had too much to drink, Mom?" I asked.

"Perhaps, but so what?" said Mary. "I'm looking forward to taking a glass to bed with me. It's my birthday! I can be a bit spoiled, can't I?"

"Are you ready for bed?" I asked. "Do you want to go up now?"

"You are eager to get my dressing gown off, aren't you? Naughty man!" laughed Mary. "OK, I'm off to bed. We can watch more of this tomorrow, yes? Bring me a glass of wine when you come, please."

She waddled off and disappeared into her room. Strange behavior, but it was her birthday and she had been drinking. I poured the last of the wine into our two glasses and carried them to Mary's room.

She was already under the covers, with her dressing gown hanging from a hook on the back of the bedroom door.

"Where do you want the wine?" I asked.

"Right here, next to me," said Mary, patting the bedside table nearest her.

I had to walk around the bed to get to that spot. As I did so, Mary sat up, pulling a couple of pillows behind her. The sheet and blanket that covered her slid down to reveal the tops of her breasts. They did indeed hang quite low. And she was very fleshy, in the flesh. Her shoulders and upper arms were huge. Her breasts looked fat and heavy, flopped to the sides of her torso under the sheet.

I put down Mary's glass, and she patted the bed next to her, obviously asking me to sit. I did so, and that helped pull down the covers. That served to reveal rather a lot more of her breasts ... they were white and veiny, and the nipples were still hidden. We both sipped our wine. Mary shifted a leg so that it was pressed against my back.

"I thought I might answer some of your questions, Michael," said Mary.

"Questions?" I asked.

"Questions you and Jennifer may have about what it might be like to ... be ... with me," said Mary, blushing. "For your fantasies, you know."

"Oh, that's not really necessary," I sputtered.

"There's no need for us to feel uncomfortable about it," said Mary. "I'm quite flattered, actually, that you have thought about me, that way. Few men do, these days. I'm happy you do. Delighted you do."

"Oh, I'm sure ... " I began.

"So am I," said Mary. "I'm an old, fat, homely woman. I know that. It's a rare man indeed who finds that arousing. But you, Michael -- do you find it arousing? Find me arousing? I think you do."

"Well, you know, from the fantasy," I said.

"Have you and Jennifer enjoyed that fantasy since that first time?" asked Mary.

"So, OK, yes, we have," I said. I was nervous about where this was going.

"You didn't call out my name," said Mary. "I'd have heard. I was listening."

"Ah, well, we were kissing, you know, when we got to that part of the fantasy," I said.

"And you still imagined me, naked? Underneath you? On top of you?" asked Mary, blushing herself.

"On top," I said.

"We were both naked, and you ... penetrated me?" asked Mary.

"In point of fact, I penetrated your daughter," I said.

"Imagining me?" asked Mary. "Penetrating my daughter, but thinking about me?"

"Jennifer apologized for not being a ... larger woman," I said. "For her step-father, of course."

"So, you had to use more of your imagination," said Mary.

"Yes," I said.

"I could help you by showing you the real thing, if you might find that arousing," said Mary, softly. "If you were interested. I don't have much opportunity, any longer, except here with you and Jennifer. I'd like to, Michael, dear."

There it was. Out in the open. Mary and I were both silent for a moment, each taking a large sip of wine.

"We're drinking the same thing. That's good, should you happen to, you know, taste it in my mouth, should we happen to kiss," said Mary, looking away. "Not that I'm suggesting that, not really. But, if it should happen. A birthday kiss, or a good night kiss. Kisses."

"What about Jennifer?" I asked.

"Too bad she's not here! She might like to watch. I wonder if she would? I suppose this can stay a fantasy that you both enjoy," said Mary. "I thought I might play, too, and give you some real-life experience to carry on in your fantasies with my daughter. Sometimes, we might do something together, you and I. Then you could carry on with Jennifer."

"I see," I said. It really sounded like she was planning sex.

"I'm a rather heavy woman," said Mary. "My upper arms have a lot of floppy skin and fat, and my breasts droop very low, with the nipples pointing down. My doctor says it's a form of ptosis, which sounds like something ghastly. They're so heavy and sagging and pointing down, but perhaps you like that? I wondered if you might like a look ..."

"Mom!" I said, surprised.

"Do you like large breasts? Larger than the doctor's wife, or the pub lady, or my daughter," said Mary. "Much larger, and they hang low. Might you like breasts like that?"

"Well, sure," I said. "I'm sure I'd like your ... breasts."

"Mine are very large and saggy, Michael. I know you've noticed that, thought about that. How fleshy I am."

"How could I not notice?" I asked. "But you're beautiful, and I like your ... fleshiness ... Mary. Jennifer and I both do."

"Do you like my large breasts?" she asked. "These large breasts?"

Mary closed her eyes and pulled the covers down to reveal the fullness of her naked breasts. They sagged down over her large tummy, with nubby rosy-brown nipples pointing down.

"Oh, my God," I whispered.

"Do my breasts arouse you, Michael?" asked Mary, softly. "My large, saggy, old breasts? Do you think about them often?"

She reached out a hand and rested it in my lap, where she couldn't help but feel the growing bulge there.

"Oh! May I touch that? Touch you?" she whispered. "Getting nice and hard, thinking about my fat breasts. You can touch them, Michael. And suck on my nipples? Please? It's been so long."

"I shouldn't, we shouldn't, your daughter," I said. "You're very sexy, Mary."

"Jennifer left you with me, told me to take care of you," said Mary. "Please, Michael? Let me give you what you need, what you want, what you've fantasized about ... my breasts? To start? Please, dear, enjoy my breasts."

How could I refuse the invitation? I lifted one of Mary's fat breasts and took the nipple in my mouth to suck.

"Oh, my God!" gasped Mary. "Oh, Michael! Please take off your clothes and join me in bed! I need you naked with me now!"

"OK! OK!" I said, releasing her breast.

I rose and undressed quickly. My cock was rock hard by this time. Mary slid down from a sitting to a recumbent position, and I slipped in next to her. She grasped my cock immediately.

"This! This, has been inside my daughter! It's so lovely and hard! You've imagined it inside me. And it will be inside me!" sighed Mary. "I'll show you what it's like to love my daughter's mother!"

"Treat me like your new husband, Jennifer's step-father," I whispered in Mary's ear.

She was a large woman. So much larger than me. There was so much flesh to squeeze and fondle. It was amazing, marvelous.

"I'm going to make you a mother fucker!" hissed Mary.

This? From my conservative matronly mother-in-law? Wow.

"I already am. Your daughter's a mother," I hissed back.

Mary laughed. "Seems like you can have your way with all the mothers in this house! How many days do we have before Jennifer gets home?"

Mary rolled onto her back and spread her huge thighs. I got between them with my hard cock pointing at her hairy pussy.

"Two more," I said.

"Three nights with you in my bed, lover," sighed Mary. "I've been dreaming about you, about this."

"Me, too," I whispered.

I moved forward as she lifted her tummy out of the way, and pushed my cock into her wet, loose, and waiting pussy.

"Fuck me, Michael!" sighed my mother-in-law. "God, I've been waiting for this!"

Mary was an enthusiastic sex partner. She was eager for everything and all the time. And she was a talker. My previous image of her was shattered. I learned, for example ...

... her late husband Harry had enjoyed watching her with other men. He particularly enjoyed hooking up with couples, so Mary could see him with another woman. Sometimes Mary enjojyed the other woman herself ...

... Mary's willingness to go along with this was, she said, why Harry wanted to be with her. She wanted to please him and she quickly learned to enjoyed it, too ...

... these activities were common early in their marriage. They continued, albeit less frequently, even after they had children. Even after they had grandchildren, and up to the year before Harry died. So, still at so recently (now wonder she was so randy) ...

... Harry liked to show off his wife to lure partners. Harry encouraged Mary to "accidentally" flash other men ...

... Mary liked thinking about how much Harry would have loved watching us together. It was clear that her own sexuality was shaped and colored by her experiences with Harry ...

... Her stern character was part of her coping with Harry being gone, she said. She was nervouse being on her own, not knowing where she would be safe ...

... at least half the time during sex, Mary had me calling her Jennifer or Jen. She talked at length about how she'd like to watch the two of us go at it.

I'd never had so much sex in such a short period of time. I'd never imagined sex with such a large, old, wanton woman. Certainly never imagined it with my mother-in-law. It was fantastic, freeing and exciting. Then, of course, my wife came home, in the evening, just in time for supper, and we were early to bed. Mary, of course, laughed and said something about calling her name if we needed her for anything.

"How'd things go with Mom? She seems really ... happy," said Jennifer, after we got into bed.

"Good, great. We had a nice time on her birthday. We kept up the fun through yesterday and today," I said. I didn't explain that there had been rather a lot of fucking and sucking in the short time since Jennifer left.

"You'll have to tell me all about it, but first, I'm feeling really horny," said Jennifer. "Thinking about you here with Mom, wondering if my step-father missed me ..." she giggled.

"What are you thinking?" I asked.

"What has Daddy done most recently with my Mom?" Jennifer asked coyly. "Which bed did you use?"

"Spread your legs, girl, and get ready to squeal!" I said.

Jennifer laughed, as she lay back, spreading her thighs wide and lifting her knees.

"Lick me like you lick Mom!" she sighed.

That wasn't difficult since licking her Mom was a recent experience.

"Oh, baby! Oh, Daddy" squealed Jennifer. "You're good at this, have you been practicing? Oh, Daddy! Oh, Daddy!"

There was a knock, then the door flew open.

"Are you two OK?" came Mary's voice.

"Mom! We're fine!" cried Jennifer. "We didn't even call your name!"

I pulled my face out of my wife's pussy and turned to see Mary standing wide-eyed in the doorway. She had her dressing gown on, but it wasn't tied closed. Little about her fat fleshy frame was left to the imagination.

"I heard you cry out, and thought I better check," said Mary. "Michael's been my responsibility, these past few days."

"Now you've checked, and you've seen your son-in-law's head between your daughter's thighs!" cried Jennifer.

"Sorry, dear. I'll go back to bed," said Mary.

She stepped back and pulled the door too, eyes still on us. Had she closed the door all the way?

"Well, that was crazy," said Jennifer. She sounded very excited. "Did you see? She was practically naked!"

"I saw, I saw," I sighed.

"And I'm hornier than ever!" said Jennifer. "I think I liked her catching us at it! Do you want to fuck, or should I take you in my mouth? You could call for her! Then you can lick me again, and she could catch us at it."

I like it when your mother takes me in her mouth," I said.

"You dirty dog! Of course, you do," grinned my wife.

As my wife went down on me I sighed "Oh, Mary." I saw the door opening just a fraction. Enough so that a conservative matronly woman might be able to watch the action on the bed.

"I think your mother is watching us," I whispered to Jennifer. She let my cock slide out of her mouth and looked up at me.

"Sex-crazy slut! Can I try sitting on your face while you lick me? That'll give her something to watch," whispered Jennifer.

"Are you serious?" I whispered.

"Come on! Let's try it and see what she does!" whispered my wife.

This wasn't something we'd tried before, although I understood the concept. I just lay where I was, as my wife straddled my head, facing the door to our room, and lowered herself onto my face.

My view was, by necessity, obscured by my wife's backside, so I didn't see what happened. But I did hear Jennifer.

"Hey, Mom! Go ahead and open the door and get a good look at the action. Lose the robe, Mom!"

I just kept licking and sucking as my wife squirmed, raising and lowering herself on my face. I know I must have got hard again, because at one point Jennifer leaned forward and grasped my cock.

"You know you want to!" said Jennifer. "God, you're a glorious big woman! Here we are all three naked together. I'm sitting on Daddy's face. Do you like that? He's licking me and it's lovely! Look how hard his cock is. I need help with that, Mom."

"Jennifer?" Mary speaking very softly. I almost didn't hear her.

"You like the fantasy, Mom? Daddy's lovely hard cock has been inside me, too. We're sharing your man! Come closer! You can imagine taking this cock in your mouth, can't you? You want to! Go ahead! I dare you!"

"Oh, oh!" sighed Mary.

"You want it, I can see, Mom. It's OK, I want you to," grunted Jennifer. "God, you're enormous and beautiful! Your breasts! Your thighs!"

"Jennifer?" came Mary's voice. "Is this really OK? Please?"

"Do it, Mom," sighed my wife. "Look at me, naked, sitting on his face. I want you, he wants you. We really want you to do it!"

And, suddenly, as I was licking my wife, another mouth was on my cock. It could only be Mary's.

"That's it, Mom! Suck Daddy's hard cock while I ride his face! Suck Daddy Michael's cock!"

I licked and sucked like crazy, but was soon bucking my hips as I spurted into Mary's hungry mouth. And that's when Jennifer climaxed, crying out and pushing herself against my mouth.

Then, as quickly as Mary's mouth had been on me, it was gone. Jennifer dismounted and sat next to me. I sat up. The door to our room was still open, but Mary had fled.

"Oh, Michael! That was INSANE!" cried Jennifer.

"You're telling me. You've never sat on my face before," I said. "That was a powerful experience. Your bottom was so big and close!"

"Shut up! I'm talking about my mother! Of course, sitting on your face was pretty wild. Did it feel OK?" asked Jennifer.

"It was good. You were really gentle with me. I couldn't see or hear much," I said.

"Well, you know Mom went down on you, right? She walked right up, fat and naked, and took you in her mouth while you were licking my pussy. It was unbelievable!" said Jennifer.

"Unbelievable in a good way, or a bad way?" I asked. "For you, I mean. It felt great to me."

"Well, I liked seeing it, which is nuts. Why did it make me feel so horny? Did you like getting a blow job from my mother while your tongue was in my pussy?" giggled Jennifer.

"Both were wonderful," I said. "It's too much to imagine, however."

"We're probably all going to burn in hell, but it was pretty hot," said Jennifer. "Mom totally wants you, I can tell. She barely hesitated when I gave her the opportunity. She shrugged out of her robe and did you, swallowed, and walked out without saying a word. God, her ass is enormous! So are her boobs. I saw my mother naked, and sucking off my husband! Wow! I wish you'd have seen her!"

I didn't see a reasonable way to tell my wife that her mother already had had me, several times, in several ways. And that I was very familiar with her body.

"What're we going to do?" I asked.

"About what? Or do you mean was this a one-time thing?" asked Jennifer.

"I guess I just wonder what now?" I asked. "Seems like we crossed a bridge or border or something."

"I'll say," said Jennifer. "Well, Michael, how do you feel about my mother?" Practical, all of a sudden.

"I like your mother," I said. "I love your mother."

"Let me be more specific. How do you feel about sex with my mother? I think she wants that with you," said Jennifer. "She's already started!"

"But ... you're my wife," I said.

"And that's great. We have two wonderful kids. We're comfortable and happy. My Mom lives with us, and she wants to have sex with my husband," said Jennifer. "She's not the most attractive woman in the world, I'll admit. But I think ... I think I could cope. So, it kinda depends on you."

"On me what?" I asked.

"On whether or not you find my mother attractive in that way," said Jennifer. "She clearly wants you."

"You mean, like, for sex?" I asked.

"That's what I mean," said Jennifer. "I'm not sure it's a good idea, but I'm interested in how you feel. So we can figure out what to do about the future."

I was quiet for a moment. Then, "If you were really OK with it, yes, I guess."

"Yes, you can imagine having sex with my mother? Or, yes, you could imagine enjoying sex with my mother? Like I said, she's a homely fat old woman, so I understand if not."

"Both," I said. "I can imagine both. I'm just imagining, remember, trying to be nice."

"Which is totally amazing, but it gives us something to think about, to talk about," said Jennifer.

"You can imagine me having sex with your mother?" I asked.

"I've not only imagined that, in our fantasies. But I've seen my fat naked mother going down on you. With me, her naked daughter only inches away riding your face," said Jennifer.

"That sounds depraved," I said.

"But really, really arousing!" said Jennifer. "I don't know how I'd feel if we actually went ahead, with anything more. But thinking about you fucking her, eating her ... Wow!"

"Would you want to ... watch?" I asked. "We know she likes to watch us."

"Michael! Now we're really getting depraved. Would I want to watch? Watch you have sex with my mother? I've just had a preview! Watch you with my mother. Have her watch us? I don't know. Maybe, yes. Yes. Now I can't stop thinking about it! Come on, let's snuggle and get to sleep. I have a busy morning tomorrow. Maybe I can get free a little early, we'll see."

Mary didn't make an appearance until almost noon. Jennifer had gone to work, promising to come home early if she could. Mary came into the kitchen wearing her dressing gown, unfastened, arms opened to me. I turned to her and embraced her, without a word, then pulled the gown open and began to run my hands over her body. She kissed me, and I pushed her dressing gown off over her shoulders so that it fell to the floor. Mary now stood naked in our kitchen.

"You really do want me, don't you, Michael?" Mary shivered. "Still? Even with my daughter home?" She squeezed my cock through my trousers.

"All the time," I said, running my hands over her wealth of flesh.

"What about Jennifer?" she asked. "You want me so much? The mother, even though you're married to the daughter? You can have her any time you want ... you can have me any time you want ... I want you to have me any time you want." Still squeezing me as I got hard.

"I don't know," I said. "It might be OK with her. All I know is I want all of you all the time."

"Then how about right here, right now," hissed Mary. "Fuck Mommy on the floor!"

I spread out the dressing gown and pulled Mary down next to me on the floor. On her back, she fumbled with my belt buckle, then I helped her unfasten my trousers. I pushed trousers and underpants down to my knees. Mary spread her fat thighs and pulled her sagging tummy out of the way, and I entered her.

"Oh, Michael! Fuck me, darling!" sighed my mother-in-law.

Just as we began to fuck, the back door opened.

"I'm home early!" called Jennifer. She walked into the kitchen to find her fat, naked mother having sex on the floor with her husband.

"Mom!" cried Jennifer.

"Oh, Jennifer!" groaned Mary. "Michael! Stop!"

"Mary! Jennifer!" I gasped, without withdrawing from Mary's pussy.

"Oh, God! I just knew it!" cried Jennifer.

"What should we do?" asked Mary.

"It looks like you're doing what you want right now," said my wife.

"Michael! Pull out, darling, and get off me!" cried Mary.

"Don't stop on my account," said my wife, pulling up a chair from the breakfast table. "I'll just watch."

"Oh, Jennifer!" sighed Mary. "This is insane! You want to watch us?"

"Go on, Michael. Fuck my mother," said Jennifer. "You've started so the damage is already done. I can't unsee this. I don't want to unsee this."

So, I did. I could see my wife, sitting a few feet away from my head, staring at me making love to her fleshy old mother.

"Oh, honey! Your husband's making love to me on your kitchen floor!" gasped Mary. "Michael and I are fucking, and you're watching!"

"I know, Mom. I can see you both," said Jennifer. "I don't know how I feel about it. Well, I know I'm upset. And I don't know what I'm going to do about it, yet. How does it feel to have my man's cock -- my man's cock! -- in your pussy instead of in your mouth, you fat slut?"

"Oh, honey!" groaned Mary. "It feels marvelous! Please let this be OK! I know I'm a fat slut. And I want your husband to fuck me. And I want you to watch. I like you watching. I'm so sorry. I'll watch you with him! I want to watch you and Michael!"

"Watching you and my fake step-daddy fucking on the floor. And you're thinking about him fucking me, too, your lovely daughter?" asked Jennifer. "Because I'm thinking about that."

"Wicked girl! You and step-dad!" panted Mary as I pounded in and out of her. "Sharing him! You and me! Your Dad would have been so excited! Big Mary, fucking and sucking! That's what he wanted! Isn't she a go-er, he'd say, right to the end!"

"Dad? Geez, Mom! You're in your 70s, I'm in my 50s, we're both too old for this!" sighed my wife. "Dad was nuts. You're nuts!"

As I fucked her mother I watched my wife pull up her skirt and put her hand inside her panties. She began fingering herself as she watched us.

"Oh, Jennifer, baby!" I sighed. "I'm getting close!"

"What's she doing? What's she doing?" panted Mary, unable to see her daughter.

"She's masturbating watching us," I groaned.

"Oh! Oh! Like her father! I'm there! Push hard, Michael baby!" cried Mary. "Let Jen watch us climax! Fuck me hard, darling!"

I did push hard, and we climaxed together, something that seldom has worked out for me and Jennifer. I collapsed on Mary's fleshy form, then pulled out of her and crawled over to my wife.

"May I help you finish?" I asked, looking up at Jennifer.

"Oh, please, Daddy!" she simpered. "I'm so aroused after watching you fuck Mommy. Daddy's tongue is just what I need."

"But ... you're serious, right?" I asked, concerned about the potential for sarcasm.

"Oh, I'm seriously needing you eating me," growled my wife.

She lifted her bottom, pulled off her panties, and lifted her skirt right up to her waist. She slid forward in the chair, legs spread wide, leaning back and pushing her pussy towards me.

"You look delicious, Jen!" said her mother.

"Eat me, Daddy!" she sighed. "Watch Daddy eat me, Mommy!"

And I did eat Jennifer. Mary sat naked on the floor watching us, a mountain of flesh with bright and eager eyes.

"Eat her, Daddy! Eat pretty Jennifer!" sighed Mary. "Does she taste as good as me? I'll bet she does."

Jennifer climaxed with a cry, and there we were. My wife half-naked sitting on a kitchen chair. Her mother sitting naked on the floor on her dressing gown. Me kneeling naked between them.

"Mom, you're a sex-mad, cheating slut," said Jennifer.

"I know, I know," said Mary, eyes cast down.

"And I love you, in spite of it," said Jennifer. "Michael, you're a cheating horny bastard."

"Things got out of hand," I said.

"No kidding! And I love you, and I'm no better than either of you, egging you on, enjoying the idea of my mother ... my mother! ... having sex with my husband," said Jennifer. "Mom? You're enormous. Michael, she's enormous."

"I know," I said, looking over at Mary.

"And you like that," said my wife.

"I do. I love you. I love your mother. You're both amazing," I said.

"Well, come on, you two," said Jennifer, stepping out of her panties and straightening her skirt as she rose. "Get up."

"I need help," said Mary.

I stepped over to her and helped her up. I couldn't help having parts of her touch me as she rose. I admit I pushed my chest against her huge hanging breasts and I ran my hand over her vast backside. I was starting to get hard again ... the situation! ... and Mary didn't help by giving my semi-erection a little squeeze. She thought she was being furtive, but her daughter saw.

"Mom! Geez! You two can't keep your hands of each other," sighed Jennifer. "Go to your room and get dressed. Michael, come with me. And then we'll meet and talk about ... whatever ... in a few minutes.

I couldn't help but watch Mary wobble out of the kitchen carrying her dressing gown. My wife watched me watching her mother's fat ass. Jennifer sighed and took me by the hand and led me to our bedroom. We sat naked on the end of the bed.

"That wasn't the first time, was it, Michael?" asked my wife.

"What?" I asked.

"Don't act all innocent," said Jennifer. "I think you've done other things with my Mom. So, not the first time?"

"No, it wasn't," I sighed, giving up all pretense. "When you were away, your Mom and I ... well, she sort of seduced me!"

"She seduced you?" asked my wife. "My fat old mother seduced you?"

"She started showing me her body, and suggesting that it might help with our fantasies ..."

"And you liked what she showed you, didn't you?" asked Jennifer.

"She was surprising forward," I muttered.

"And I just watched you and her," she shook her head. "And I guess Dad watched her with other men, too."

"And she watched him with the other men's wives," I said. "She told me a lot of stuff."

"Crazy horniness in the blood!" sighed Jennifer.

"I have to say it was exciting having you watch us, touching yourself, and me eating you after."

"Watching you and Mom fuck ... I don't know. I did get horny," said my wife. "And now you're getting hard again, with us talking about it!"

My wife grasped my cock and squeezed. Then she gave me a quick kiss.

"You're ridiculous," she said. "This has been inside my old fat mother! Not just her mouth, I knew about that. OK, out with it. How was she?"

"What?" I asked.

"Intercourse with my mother," said my wife. "How was it?"

"There's ... a lot of her ... and ... it's better if she's on top ... easier move in and out ... and ... she's pretty loose ... and ravenous ..." I mumbled.

"And you want her," nodded Jennifer. Still grasping my hard cock.

"I'm crazy about both of you!" I sighed.

"Having an affair with my old, fat mother who you never seemed to like much ... "

"You're right. It's crazy," I said.

"And she's so hot for you. My husband! It's ridiculous," she said. "And talking about it makes you hard!"

"I know, I know," I said.

"I'm upset and horny as hell!" said Jennifer.

"I know. Me, too," I said.

"Inside Mom," Jennifer shook her head, considering my hard cock in her hand. "My husband's hard cock inside my mother. And I watched and it made me horny." Then she leaned over suddenly and took me in her mouth!

She sucked and rubbed me with great abandon. Much more energy than usual. It was fabulous and I told her so.

"That was fabulous," I sighed, after climaxing in my wife's mouth. "You're amazing."

"As good as Mom?" she asked, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

"We need to be careful with the comparisons, I think," I said.

"I can't always be sloppy seconds. But if the price of us all living together happily is sex with my mother, I'm actually OK with that. As for watching sex with my mother, or her watching us, that seems unnatural, but weirdly arousing."

Mary called from the living room. "I'm ready to talk when you are! I put my robe back on!"

"Do you think she's wearing anything under the robe?" asked Jennifer.

"No," I said. "And I doubt she plans to keep it on."

"Who knew I had such a slutty Mom?" she sighed.

"Your Dad, it sounds like," I said. "A bunch of men and women they had sex with."

"Oh, yeah, right," she said.

"And now us," I said.

"Who knew you had such a slutty wife?" giggled Jennifer

"We could just wear robes, too," I said.

"To make her comfortable," giggled my wife.

"And for easy access," I laughed.

"You're incorrigible," said my wife. "I expect to be pleasured again later, mister. But don't automatically expect woman-on-woman action ... I'm not sure about that."

"I'd just be happy if you don't mind sharing me with your Mom," I said.

"Has she ... said anything about doing things with other women?" asked Jennifer.

"Well, yeah, but I don't know about specifics," I said. "Things she did with you Dad, and that continued until just before he passed. Are you ... interested?"

"I don't know ... one more thing to talk about, I guess," sighed Jennifer.

"I would watch," I said.

"Of course, you would, you perverted mother-fucker! You'd probably join in! Get your robe on and let's go talk to Mom," sighed Jennifer. "I'm concerned that our beds might not be sturdy enough, Michael. Could you give that some thought? I'm grateful ours is a king. I hadn't thought before, but Mom probably could use a bigger, stronger bed."