Ella, Sonia, and Me

No sexual involvement of people under 18 is in the story

I was never a studious guy. Theory, books, and learning, all were a burden to me. I liked physical activities: Playing sports, working in our yard, fixing broken stuff at home. You get the picture. In high school, as a tall and athletic student I was on both the football and basketball teams. Of course, whenever both teams were busy at the same time, I decided which one to join. I was so good, that both coaches allowed me this unorthodox privilege.

In my senior year I began noticing girls ogling me more than usual. I wasn't very shy, but my focus was on ball games and spending quality time with my friends, so I didn't attempt to date anybody.

One day, I rushed from the classroom to the court and bumped into a girl I hadn't met before. She fell on the floor and her stuff spread all over. I apologized, helped her collect her books, notes, computer, and everything else she had. Then I noticed she limped. I sat her down and looked at her leg. There was an ugly bruise. I said, "I am so sorry. I was in a hurry. Is there anything I can do to redeem myself?" She stared at me with a tiny smile and mumbled, "No. Thanks." I went to play with my buddies and soon forgot all about it.

The following day, I saw the girl again. She had a large bandage on her right calf. I approached her, "I see I caused you a big problem. Let me make it up to you."

"What do you mean?"

"Let me buy you a coffee and a donut at Starbucks."

"It's OK. Don't bother."

"I feel guilty. I have a big body, and it was my fault. Please..."

"If you insist. Tomorrow after school is good for you?"

"Perfect."

...

I arrived earlier, ensuring we had a table for 2 near the window. I saw her walking toward the store. It was the first time I got a good look at her. She was about 5'6", fairly skinny, with a smallish chest. But her face was pretty, and she had long blonde hair and blue eyes that one could drown in. Her smile was cute too. I was hooked before she opened her mouth.

I signaled to her to come to the table and said, "I apologize again for behaving like an elephant in a China store. My name is Lucas. I am a senior and like sports. Tell me what you want and I'll go pick it up."

Ten minutes later I returned with her cappuccino, my dark coffee, and 2 scones. "Tell me a little about yourself."

"I am a sophomore, and my name is Ella. Sports is not my forte. I am more interested in reading books, watching good shows, and social studies."

I chuckled, "I see that we are exact opposites in our interests."

She smiled, "It looks like it."

I said, "I owe you more than coffee. Will you come to a movie with me? You can choose anything YOU like."

Ella stared at me, "Why? I bet movies I like will not be the ones you'll find interesting."

"The truth? It's a combination of feeling that I owe you more than a coffee, and your cute smile."

She giggled, "That's the lamest line I've heard so far, but if you are serious, we can try."

The movie she selected was a romantic comedy. She was right, I was not into it, and could not recall the name of the movie or the plot. I sat by her side and alternated between closing my eyes and gazing at her. She was so much into the film, that her emotions were clearly displayed on her face: Anxiety, a grin, or tears. At one frightening moment, Ella leaned on my chest. I hugged her shoulder and whispered, "Relax, it's only a movie." She murmured, "I know, but I get easily emotional in the theater."

On the way back, I blurted, "Ella, I like you. Will you go out with me?"

She smiled, "I like you too, but we do not match. Is it worth it?"

"I'd love to try..."

"Only if you promise not to bump into me again."

...

In the following weeks, we saw each other quite often. It was never at her house. We met at restaurants, at the movies, or at a neighboring park. I haven't seen her house or picked her up in my car near her house. I didn't insist, thinking she was embarrassed due to the family's poor income or conservative, controlling parents. After 2 months of dating, I invited her to our simple house. There she first saw my parents. Mom smiled at her, "Ella, Lucas told me you were beautiful, and I agree with him. It's nice to finally meet you." Dad just ogled Ella and mumbled, "Hi, gorgeous." We stayed with my parents for 15 minutes before retiring to my room to play a board game.

I was attracted to Ella physically, but she notified me early in our relationship that she would not have sex before getting married. It was a large blow, but when we began dating, she was underage anyway, so I chose to resist my temptation and think of her as a girlfriend rather than a lover. It worked for 2 years, during which we developed more attraction toward each other.

Just as Ella's 18th birthday approached, she told me, "Lucas dear, I know it was hard on you going out with me without the ability to have sex. It was very tough for me as well. If you promise to be patient, we can do it on my birthday." I kissed her and promised to take it easy.

On her birthday evening, she was in my room. I handed her a bouquet of red roses and a large box of Neuhaus pralines. She hugged me and mumbled, "Lucas, I love you. I appreciate your self-restraint for so long, but I can't wait anymore. Please take me to bed."

She undressed slowly, blushing the whole time. With clothes on, Ella looked skinny, but with her clothes off, her body seemed well toned. Her B cup tits looked cute. I was tempted to touch her protruding, dark pinkish nipples, but didn't dare. Then she removed her panties to reveal a dirty blonde landing strip.

I tried to appear calm and composed, but my unruly penis engorged and created a massive tent in my pants. Ella noticed it, and her face turned redder. I took off my clothes, and she gasped, "Lucas, you are huge... I am scared."

I knew what she was talking about; my 8" was rock hard and pointing to the ceiling. Yes, I was blessed, but especially for a virgin girl who never touched a dick before, meeting for the first time my size was a shock.

I caressed her tenderly and said, "Honey, I love you and will be as gentle as I can. My size may be frightening, but remember that your vagina was intended not only for sex but also to be the canal where a baby comes through. My organ is definitely much thinner than a newborn's head."

She whispered, "I believe you, but I thought it would be much smaller..."

"Ella, let's try. If you suffer, let me know and I'll stop."

We lay side by side, and our hands slowly touched each other. As my large palm met her breast, her breathing stopped. It was smooth and firm. I kneaded it lightly. She moaned and closed her eyes. I kissed her, gently parted her lips, penetrated with my tongue, and explored her sweet oral cavity. Slowly I felt her body warm up to me. She pressed her pelvis into me, and my erection poked her tummy. I continued massaging her tit and then rolled her stiff nipple between 2 fingers. She groaned into my mouth as her tiny hand moved south and touched my tumescent member. Her soft fingers explored the helmet and continued south to the large shaft. I felt her tremble, and she murmured, "I want you so much, but I am afraid you'll rip me down there."

I didn't answer, and my hand moved gingerly toward her mound. Her folds were damp. I fingered her gently, trying to meet her hymen. To my joy, it was a thin membrane with a large hole in the middle. Not that I had a lot of experience, but the night before, I read about the best and most satisfying way to have sex the first time. The article stated that most times, the girl was likely to feel some pain once the hymen was ruptured, but the thinner the membrane and the wider the hole, with patience, the pain could be minimal.

I continued fingering Ella, slowly moving circularly to dilate the orifice, and then added another finger. I sucked and then gently bit her nipple, and she began whimpering. Through her increasing pulse rate and breathing, I could tell she was becoming very horny. I myself was doing the best I could to think logically about what I was doing to arouse Ella rather than focus on my own arousal, concerned I'd cum prematurely.

When I felt she was ready, I moved between her thighs, and at a snail's pace advanced my cock into her treasure box. I French kissed her and lightly pinched her sensitive nipple as I crossed her barrier. I felt her membrane rupture and started slow pounding of her tight vagina. I never let go of her mouth, not giving her a chance to stop me. I rammed into her pussy in and out slowly and gradually felt her body, which became tense when I tore her hymen, relax again. I disengaged from her lips, and moved to milk her other nipple. Ella moaned loudly and murmured. "Oh god, it feels so good now. Don't stop, please..."

I slowly intensified my drilling, feeling she was very close. I accelerated further, and she shook violently under me, screaming her heart out. I kissed her again, and within seconds, ejaculated deep in her cunt. We rested for 15 minutes, and then she raised her upper body on her elbows and gave me a loving look, "You hurt me when you inserted your monster into me, but soon your gentle movements became a tantalizing pleasure, and I craved for more. Much more. The closer I came to my climax, the more needy I felt, wanting you to do it faster and harder. The orgasm was amazing. Every now and then I masturbated in my room, thinking about you, but the height I reached when you were inside me was unbelievable. Thank you."

I smiled, "Honey, I love you, and hated to cause the initial pain, but I knew it was unavoidable. The good news, now that you are no longer a virgin, sex should be about having fun without the pain."

She mounted me, kissed me softly, and muttered, "Lucas, I love you too. I think it's time to introduce you to my parents."

I grinned, "At last. And I want you to understand that I am never going to change my love for you if you live in a less accommodating house than mine."

Ella chuckled, "Honey, you are a good man, and as I said, I really love you. Didn't you ever think of googling my last name?"

"Why should I? There are many families with the name Goddard, and I assumed that when the time came, you'd tell me everything about your parents."

"My father is on the board of several big firms. He is a known investor on Wall Street and made us VERY rich. You'll see our house once you visit. My mother is a different story. She is shorter than me, cynical, prides herself on writing poetry, and is somewhat of a snob. They treat me as a princess. I'll tell Mom I want you to come on Friday afternoon and meet them."

"Shouldn't you talk to them first to be sure it's OK?"

Ella giggled, "In their eyes, I am a real princess, or at least was supposed to be. They NEVER refused anything I wished before, and I doubt they'll start now. Friday at 5:30 pm be at this address and ring the bell on the side of the gate."

...

I dressed nicely before arriving at Ella's house. I wanted to make a good impression, but boy, I was very wrong. Despite bringing fresh flowers to her mother and a bottle of good white wine for her father, the reception was cold as ice.

The father opened the door, and after introducing himself as Myron Goddard, he asked me what job I had. I said, "Sir, after finishing high school, I joined my uncle's business as a landscaper."

He smirked, "Are you planning at any time to continue in college and have a more decent work?"

"Probably not. I was never a very good student, and studying bored me. My wish is to one day own a landscaping business and make it successful."

He stared at me for a moment, and shortly after, he disappeared. Ella came from her room, kissed me, and led me to the living room, where her mother sat, watching a soap opera. Looking at the mother, it was obvious that Ella's physique was inherited from her father's side. The Mom was shorter, much more voluptuous, with exotic, pretty face, full lips, and dark brown hair.

She extended her hand to me, "Hi, my name is Sonia. Ella tells me you guys became a couple. I liked the idea that she found somebody she liked, but my husband just told me you intend to continue being a landscaper for the rest of your life. Is it true?"

"Very likely. I like the job, and assuming one day I'll own such a business, it has the potential to bring good money."

"I understand what you mean. However, my daughter is pretty, rich, a straight A student, and will undoubtedly continue to the university. With so much going for her, don't you think she deserves somebody who is more educated and has a better prospect in life?"

"Ma'am, when we began dating, I had no idea about your wealth, and higher education never impressed me. I am fond of your daughter and promise to do everything I can to make her happy."

"Young man, I heard you. But, with all due respect, as a mother, I think you two being a couple is a major mistake. I am against it and will do everything in my power to make Ella find a more suitable boyfriend."

During my 'discussion' with her mother, Ella listened but stayed mum. Later, in her room, she smiled at me, "Honey, Mom was trying to be a good mother, but she knows I will be the only one determining my own future. So, don't get upset. We'll continue dating despite her words."

The next few months, we went out as before. I hardly visited her house, and I used to wait for her outside their door to join me in my car.

Our bonding developed nicely, and our love flourished. Our sex has improved too. We did it mostly in my room, but occasionally in my car or in secluded places. Two months later, I proposed to her with a simple ring. Ella started crying and mumbled, "I love you very much. YES!"

"What will your parents say?"

"I don't care. You are marrying me, not them."

As her mother heard about Ella agreeing to wed me, she drove to our humble house and knocked on the door. At the time, I was the only one at home. She barged in, furious, "Lucas, what didn't you understand when I explained to you our daughter is not in your league?"

"Sonia, I understood everything you said, but didn't agree with you."

"Look, you plan to one day own your business. How about I give you a check for $10,000 toward your goal, and you'll leave my daughter alone?"

"Lady, I love your daughter."

"Last offer, $25,000."

"Absolutely not, even if you offer $1,000,000."

Her eyes pierced into me, and she blurted, "I hope you change your mind, but in case you don't, a prenuptial agreement will have to be signed to protect my daughter's inherited wealth."

"Sonia, I'll be happy to sign it. Her wealth does not interest me, only her well being."

"We'll see."

She slammed the door on the way out.

...

Our wedding was a big deal. There were more than 200 guests, with the vast majority being Ella's Dad's VIP's, business partners, and relatives. My side included family members, work buddies, and a couple of friends. My Dad and I paid 30% of the cost of the wedding, which covered much more than the 10% of the guests whom I invited.

After the marriage, Ella wanted us to move to a room at their parents' house for 3 months because that was the time she'd begin her studies at Columbia University. Her mother agreed.

At her house, each time Sonia saw me with Ella, she behaved OK, but when she saw me alone, she had snarky remarks or ignored me completely. I told myself that living in their house was a short term thing, and swallowed my pride.

One episode that I recall from that time happened when Ella asked me to help her hang some photos on the long hall's wall. All of them were already framed. They included pictures of Ella as a toddler playing with a Barbie doll, the father catching a big fish, and the mother performing a yoga pose. The last photo caught my eye: Sonia wore sculpt leggings and a ruched sports bra, which revealed a fantastic guitar figure with wide hips and a busty bosom. Her body was very sexy.

I asked Ella when the picture was taken. She smiled, "About a week ago. Mom is proud of her yoga skills and wishes every guest to appreciate her flexibility."

She was flexible all right, but her figure was extremely sexy. Why did she have to be such a bitch?!...

At the end of the 3 month period, we rented a small apartment in the southern part of the Bronx. That way, every day Ella rode the subway to the university, while my way to work and back took 45 minutes each way. For the next 3 years, Ella continued her studies, majoring in the arts, and planned to work in one of the many New York museums when she graduated.

A year earlier, I was promoted to a supervisor in my uncle's business and he summoned me for a talk.

I sat down in his office, and he said, "Lucas, you turned out to be my best and most trusted employee. As you know, I've never married and have no children. You are like my own child. Yesterday, I worked with my lawyer on my will and designated you as my only heir. Any comments, questions?"

I was stunned. I knew he lived alone, but it never occurred to me he would leave anything to me. I mumbled, "Thank you. That is very nice of you."

He grinned, "Just so you know, it includes the landscaping business, some investments, and several millions in the bank."

"Geez! That's a lot..."

"You deserve it. You did a great job, were loyal, hard working, and very reliable. I feel good to leave in good hands the business I created."

...

Two years later, my uncle died of heart disease, and the landscaping company with 25 employees became mine. The lawyer informed me that there was about $7,000,000 invested in mutual funds and additional $1,500,000 in a money market account. Suddenly, Ella and I became wealthy.

A year had passed, and we moved to a 4 bedroom house in a better neighborhood. Ella joined the staff of the MoMA with a good possibility of promotion later. Everything seemed to be working for us, and we began talking about bringing children into the world. In fact, we were surprised Ella hadn't gotten pregnant yet because we never used birth control methods, and by that time, we had sex at least 4 times a week for a long time. Six months had passed and no signs of pregnancy.

One evening, Ella confided in me that on multiple occasions, during sex she started having pains. She was examined by a gynecologist and had diagnostic tests. Two weeks later, we went to see the doctor together. She said, "Folks, Ella has advanced Endometriosis. Frankly, I don't know why she didn't have symptoms earlier. There is no known cure, but several options do exist. Painkillers can reduce symptoms, hormonal therapy may help too, and certain interventional procedures may shrink the amount of diseased endometrium. However, from everything I saw, the likelihood of conceiving is very remote. If at one point you wish to discuss IVF, I'll be available."

As we left the clinic, Ella started crying. I attempted to console her by joking, "Honey, not having children may be a blessing for me. It means that I won't have to compete with a baby for your attention."

She hugged me, "I know you are not serious, but it's so unfair. I won't be having my own children, and worse, our sex life may deteriorate."

"Honey, we'll try our best with what we've been dealt. We love each other, and this is everything that counts."

In the months that followed, the doctor put Ella on multiple drugs, trying to find the most appropriate combination to reduce her pain. Unfortunately, there was no magic combination. Slowly, Ella's suffering during and after sex increased to the point that we rarely did it. The most used position became 69 or other forms of oral satisfaction. Both of us became frustrated.

...

Eight months later, Ella entered our house with her eyes red. "What happened?" I inquired.

"Mom and I had a long talk on the phone. The feds went to Dad's office and later came to our house. They confiscated computers, files, telephones, and documents. They suspect Dad and a couple of his colleagues were involved in multiple Ponzi schemes and embezzled large sums of money."

"I hope they were wrong, but in any case, I'm sure your Dad hid some money for bad times."

"You don't understand. If they are right, Dad may end up in jail for years."

"I cannot help. My understanding of banking, investments, and other money matters is limited, but I hope he'll get out of it unscathed."

In the next few months, it turned out the investigators were right. Myron Goddard was convicted of taking advantage of his position and contacts to swindle customers, and many of them lost everything they had. He was sentenced to 10 years in jail, and everything he owned was taken away. Since every penny they had was registered in HIS name, Sonia was left with nothing at all but her clothes. She was ordered to vacate their house within 30 days.

Ella tried to talk to me about bringing her mother to live with us. I refused, telling her that her mother hated me, did not respect me, and our intimacy troubles caused us enough stress without her around. I didn't wish to have another cause for frustration and anguish at home. Ella looked at me with her big beautiful eyes and said nothing.

...

As the owner of the landscape company, 2 months earlier, I chose to take Tuesday mornings off for errands and do things I enjoy.

The following Tuesday, half an hour after Ella left the house, I heard a soft knock on the door. It was Sonia. Outside it was cloudy and cool, and she had on a long coat. She glanced at me and said, "We need to talk."

"Really?! I wasn't aware of it."

"I am serious. You heard about the situation I was put in by Myron, so you can guess what I wish to say. I know I was very unfair to you since the first time you guys planned to get married. I think that in my place, EVERY responsible parent would have behaved similarly, but that is all in the past. I understand you felt hurt by my offer and attitude later. I have no other option but to ask you to allow me to live with you 2, at least temporarily."

"Fuck you."

She mumbled, "It's negotiable..."

"What did you say???"

"When you 2 lived in our house, I saw you ogling my figure a couple of times and noticed the appearance of a bulge on the front of your pants. Ella also told me you inspected closely my photo while doing yoga. I am aware of my daughter's difficulties during sex, so if this is what it takes to let me in the door, I'll do it."

"I can't believe my ears; the rude snob who looked down at me since day one is willing to have sex with me! Did you talk about it with Ella?"

"Of course not. At least not yet. If you refuse to consider it, I do not see a reason to raise the issue. However, if you DO agree, the 2 of us can decide whether it's better to notify her or not. And just so you understand, the reason I came here today is due to the unique circumstances we are in right now. Who could have predicted the 3 events: Ella's Endometriosis makes her suffer during intercourse as well as she cannot have children, my husband's shenanigans left me penniless, and the fact that he is going to prison means I'll be lonely and sexless."

"Sonia, today is not Fool's Day. Are you serious?"

"I really am. Do you want proof?"

"Yes."

She removed her coat, and I saw that underneath she wore a sheer black lingerie with nothing else except for 3" heel shoes. My mouth was agape for a long moment until my brain partially recovered. My eyes explored her assets, pausing on her glorious giant tits and her trimmed bush with the swollen labia. I swallowed my saliva and felt my dick was rising at an alarming rate.

She smiled, "I see you are still finding me worth staring at. Wouldn't you like to know if I am worth it in bed too?"

"Sonia, if this is some kind of a joke or a test, better tell me now."

"Lucas, it is not. Come closer and touch if you want."

I approached her as her eyes focused on mine. When I was inches from her, I caressed lightly her covered mounds. They were warm and heavy. Her dark nipples hardened immediately. Sonia closed her eyes, and I heard a soft moan. My organ pushed against the front of my pants, threatening to rip the zipper.

I was horny, but I needed another proof of her change in attitude and submitting to my will. I blurted, "Your body is extremely sexy. I admit to it. But the only way I'll accept you in my house is if I know you'll agree to serve ALL my needs."

She chuckled, "What is it you want?"

I sat on a chair, spread my legs, and said, "Suck me!"

Sonia sashayed in my direction, knelt between my thighs, cautiously unzipped my fly not to hurt my raging prick, and lowered my briefs. She shrieked, "Lucas, Ella told me you had a big one, but I wasn't sure I could trust her inexperience. It's also very thick. How long is it?"

"Eight inches the last time I checked", I said proudly.

"I like it. Myron has a 6 incher. Before I got married, I dated several guys. The one I enjoyed sex with the most was one with 7.5". If you know how to use it, we can have fun together."

"Sonia, you talk too much. I think your luscious lips better be used for a more pleasurable purpose."

She giggled, "I'll be happy to. I love most sex acts. Unfortunately, Myron's skills in bed were mediocre at best. I took it as a compromise I had to live with after Ella was born. What I am trying to say is that oral is one of my favorites. I do not mean only to receive. And before you ask further, yes, I like the taste of cum too."

With no further delay, she licked the tip, and it jolted mildly. Sonia grinned, "Your beast likes me already. Relax and let Mommy do everything."

My eyes were mesmerized by her lips parting widely and taking in the spongy head. She milked it lightly and then began advancing, taking in her mouth as much cock as she could. I was amazed by her abilities: She stopped when only an inch remained outside, and started bobbing. On the way out, her lips sucked my rigid shaft like a Hoover. She was very good!

I bent forward, kneaded her enormous tits and blurted, "You are excellent. I am very close."

She lifted her palm, showing a thumbs up sign. I lasted about a minute before filling her oral cavity with my spunk. When I was done, her tongue cleaned the residual stains from my deflating organ, and then she gazed at me with a smile, "Lucas, I loved giving head to such a magnificent tool. The only drawback is that blowing a guy always makes me horny..."

"I don't think it's a biggy. Give me 15 minutes and I'll see what I can do about it. In the meantime, would you care for tea or coffee?"

As we drank the tea, I was curious what Myron would say if he found out his wife was bedding another person while he was stuck in the slammer. Sonia had a bitter laugh, "Do you really think I care what he thinks? Because of him, I lost all that I had before: Money, respect, friends, everything. As far as I am concerned, he can rot there and never return."

So the only issue was how to deal with Ella. We decided to postpone the subject for now. I was surprised again by how nonchalantly and with cold logic Sonia discussed it. By her logic, it seemed like she and I were destined to be together, and the only question was what would be the best way to convince her daughter that it had to be done. I preferred to think about the upcoming sex with Sonia and leave it be. A real chicken...

Once we finished drinking, Sonia went to the sink to wash the cups. I moved behind her and cupped her twin peaks. She giggled, "Bad boy, you couldn't wait another minute. I see your prolonged drought left you very hungry."

"You are correct. The sight, smell, and touch of your angelic body makes me really hungry again."

We entered the bedroom, and Sonia eyed me, "Tell me your wish."

I grinned, "Your breasts are awesome. I'd love to start by titfucking you and later fuck your pussy."

"Sounds perfect. I haven't met a guy who I had sex with, who at one time didn't beg me for a titfucking. Yes, my big udders are well suited for it. And I like that you want to finish in my cunt because that way I can climax too."

She removed her negligee and remained naked. She began removing her high heel shoes but I stopped her, "You are sexier and look sluttier with them on..."

"Oh, darling, you want me to be your private slut, don't you?"

"... I do..."

"Honey, if I can stay in your house, and you take care of MY physical needs as well as yours, I'll be happy to be your loyal whore."

My mind was going berserk; is this the same person who until today always mocked and offended me?...

She bent her upper body slightly and jiggled her stunning tits, "Sir, are you interested in action or continue talking?"

I lay her supine on the bed, straddled her chest, pushed the head of my stiffy down and Sonia's palms pressed her mammaries from both sides to trap my organ in between. Her circular movements applied pleasant pressure on my pole, and squeezed it nicely. The combination of seeing her doing it and feeling it was making me horny. I rubbed her left nipple with my right hand and moved my left one back to finger her vagina. Both of us got aroused quickly.

Then I went between her legs, lifted her calves over my shoulders, and shoved my steely hard member all the way toward her cervix. Sonia gasped and began whimpering. Her torso quivered, and it was clear her orgasm was already on. I rammed my tool in and out at an accelerated pace, enjoying the friction with her drenched pussy walls. I watched her wildly swaying boobs and then leaned on her chest and took a nipple between my lips and lightly munched on it. Her noises became louder and more intense. It was music to my ears. I plowed her cunt mercilessly for 20 minutes before erupting and filling her womb with my seed.

After a short break, Sonia hugged me and mumbled, "I was such a fool. I was looking for superficial attributes. If I had known how good you were in the sack..."

"Sonia, what happened before is forgiven. Let's enjoy the present and think about how to deal with Ella."

"Look, I have a suggestion. Ella won't understand what changed your mind and convinced you to let me in. I think I am better equipped than you are, talking to my daughter. Find an excuse, leave the house for 3 days. During this time, I'll have with Ella a serious woman to woman talk. I think I may be able to persuade her that the 3 of us can not only be under the same roof, but also to enjoy being a REAL family of 3."

"I can take off tomorrow, designate the company's supervisor to temporarily replace me, and tell Ella that I got a call from my sickly aunt who needed me to stay with her for a couple of days."

"That will be great. By the way, when I start talking to Ella, she might not believe you changed your mind, so if she calls you to verify I was not lying to her, just tell her you felt sorry for me and will agree to give me a room in your house."

Shortly after, Sonia kissed me lightly on my lips and left our house.

In the afternoon, I went to work and told Nathan, my senior employee, that due to an urgent situation, I'd have to leave for 3 days. He would be in charge, and in case of an emergency, he could talk to me on the phone.

I arrived home at 5:30 pm. Ella was cheerful, saying her boss commended her for a job well done, and she would be up for promotion soon. I listened, complimented her, and with a well masked guilt trip, notified her about my aunt needing me to stay at her house for 3 days. Ella didn't suspect anything and looked happy, likely still remembering her boss's compliment.

I left in the morning with a carry-on, planning to use the 3 days to visit family, relatives, and friends I neglected to see for a long time. During this time, I moved between 7 different houses.

...

I returned home on Friday evening, just as Ella and Sonia were preparing dinner. I kissed my wife's lips but looked at Sonia's face. She had a strange smile and nodded her head up and down.

After the kiss, Ella said, "In your absence, my mother came by and we had long discussions about our future. Let's eat first, and then all 3 of us need to talk."

The good news: Ella was not crying or blaming me for anything. YET. However, I had no idea what transpired between the 2 ladies, so I said noncommittally, "OK."

We were very quiet during the meal, which was unusual for Ella and me, but it suited me well. When we finished, we moved to the living room, and Ella asked me to bring the bottle of Chardonnay with 3 glasses.

She started, "The day you left, Mom came in the afternoon to tell me she talked to you for a long time, and eventually you felt sorry for her and agreed to let her move in with us. I was surprised, because it didn't sound like you, but then we switched to talk about another subject: Our relationship and the status of our marriage. Mom has much more experience than me in these matters, and I listened to her. According to her, you are an angel to stay with me. Now that my criminal father is in jail, my mother has nowhere to live, my Endometriosis, which not only prevents me from having children, but also reduces our sex to a minimum, most husbands would have either look for a mistress or ask for a divorce. The question was what to do to keep you here without looking for satisfaction elsewhere. What do you think?"

I wasn't prepared for the question and stuttered, "It's not eeasy on me. Uuntil now I tried to cope wiith it, but I don't know about the fuuture."

Ella caressed my hand, "Poor husband. Sorry you married a defective woman. I wish it wasn't the case, but you heard it yourself: There is no cure for my advanced Endometriosis. Mom came up with a bizarre idea, that in the beginning, I laughed at. But the more I think about it, I am less sure it may not hold a solution to our situation. Lucas, what do you think about Mom?"

I was again put in a tight spot. I said, "In the past, she used to hate everything I represented. Now, after I agreed to let her into our house, I don't know anymore."

"I didn't mean that. My question is, do you see her only as my hateful mother, or as... a woman?"

"She is definitely a woman. And if she addressed me more politely, I'd even think of her as an attractive one..."

Ella smiled, "Mom told me that in the rare cases you 2 met, you ogled her and even sported an erection once or twice. Is that true?"

I blushed, "Sorry, my brain can control many things, but not my arousal. Your mother can be a bitch at times, but... she looks good."

"So she was right. Honey, have you ever dreamed or fantasized about sex with her?"

"Ella, I think we are moving to an uncharted, dangerous territory. It's not like we are alone here. Your mother is listening to everything we say. What do you want?"

"I already told you Mom and I had long talks. The question is whether you find Mom attractive and sexy."

"May I plead the fifth?"

"No, you cannot. In order to continue, I have to know the answer."

"... yes... I do..."

"If you weren't married to me, would you find her appearance appealing and consider seducing her?"

"Honey, you are not fair. I AM married to you."

"Would her older age be an issue for you to consider sex with her?"

"Age was never a relevant criteria for me. I may become attracted to a much older woman, younger woman, black woman, tall woman - any woman. Age is the least important factor."

"If I was to divorce you, and Mom stayed here with you. Could you have fallen for her?"

"Ella, you exaggerate. Your Mom is very attractive, but my dilemma would have been her character and our chemistry."

"Honey, let me put it to you directly. Right now, you suffer because your physical needs are not met. Again, I wish I could have helped better, but god was not on my side in that. If I approve, no, if I encourage you to have sex with Mom, will it be good enough, or you might still one day wander looking for sexual gratification with another woman?"

"... are you ladies offering that I start having sex with Sonia?..."

Ella stared into my eyes, "Only if YOU want to try."

I continued gazing at my wife, "What did your mother say?"

She grinned, "She is the one who suggested it. According to her, if you 2 slept with each other, it would decrease the possibility you'd look for love elsewhere. And since Mom will stay here, our bond will strengthen."

"Ella, won't YOU become upset or jealous?"

"If she were another woman, or I was able to satisfy you, I may have been furious about the idea, but seeing the current situation, I don't think so. But even if I were, I realize that for the long term and to keep OUR marriage stable, I'd better get used to the idea."

I turned to Sonia, "Lady, from the first day I saw you, I thought of you as a highly desirable lady. However, I was already in love with your daughter. Your attitude toward me was not encouraging either. My question is, are YOU attracted to me?"

Sonia's face was flushed, "I always saw you as a stud. I was against your lack of motivation to become more than a... worker, but lately I changed my mind. I see that you now own a successful business, and you made my daughter happy. So the combination of you being a hot guy and having needs I can help with..."

I alternated my gaze between the 2 faces and mumbled, "If both of you are in agreement you wish me to try it, I am in, but, Ella, don't blame ME if it doesn't work like in theory."

Ella chuckled, "I won't."

I asked, "How do you want us to do it?"

Ella looked at her Mom, "Is it OK if he sleeps with you in your room tonight? Your room is on the other side of the house, and even if you guys are noisy, I will not hear you."

Sonia smiled, "I am slightly nervous, but I think it will be all right."

For the next hour, we all watched a silly sitcom. I got the impression that neither of us was into the plot, and we thought about the sexual encounter later, but we killed some time that way.

Then Ella yawned and announced she was going to sleep. Sonia and I moved toward her room together. As the door closed behind us, I said, "Sonia, you succeeded beyond my expectations. Ella seemed happy to see us agreeing to be in bed together."

She giggled, "I have known my daughter since birth. I know how she thinks. The whole discussion made me very hungry for your body, and especially your monster. Show me your prowess again."

We undressed in record time. I was inside her pussy within 5 minutes and drilled her slow and hard. As our arousal grew, I turned her on all four, and fucked her doggy style. My thrusts became faster, and my palms tweaked her marvelous udders. Sonia came first, shaking, crying, and begging me to pound her harder. I intensified my strokes to maximum and ejaculated deep in her crevices not long after.

After a rest, I said, "Sonia, your body is divine. It's made for love."

She laughed, "My BRAIN is made for love. My BODY is made for sex..."

"I stay corrected." We fell asleep spooning.

...

The next morning, by the time Sonia and I opened the door, Ella was already out. We ate breakfast together, trying to guess how my wife felt about her husband and Mom staying the whole night together. While Sonia was optimistic, I thought Ella felt anxious, somewhat happy for me, but disappointed that I found a replacement for her in bed.

I went to check on my landscaping teams, who were already on the field. I helped them a little, but most of the time my mind was shifting back to guessing what Ella would say to us during dinner.

I arrived home around 5 pm, sweaty, and went to shower. While in the bathroom, I heard the front door open and Ella calling, "Hi, guys, I am home."

I dried up, wore a T shirt and shorts, and exited. She smiled at me, "I am happy to find out both Mom and you are still alive. How was it?"

I thought it might be a trick question and mumbled, "I start liking Sonia. She was very nice to me, and the sex was fun. It was enjoyable ALMOST like the times you and I were doing it."

She grinned, "Lucas, honey, I know you too well. Thanks for trying to spare my feelings, but I am not offended by what happened. For too long I felt sorry for you, young guy, full of hormones, and I wasn't there to help, except for rare times, orally."

Sonia came out of her room wearing a long robe. She hugged Ella and said, "Honey, you were right, Lucas was not that bad. Eventually, he'll learn how to please an oldie," and then she winked at both of us, and we all laughed. The ice was broken.

We chatted for a while, and then Ella said, "Mom, I decided to give medications a chance to feel better. If within 3 months I do not feel significantly better, I'd like to undergo a hysterectomy. It MAY help, but there is no guarantee, because endometrial tissue can still exist elsewhere in the pelvis. What do you think?"

Sonia had tears in her eyes, "Ella darling, I am sorry you suffer so much. Hysterectomy will remove the remote chance you'll ever get pregnant, and I know how much you wished to have children..."

Ella faked a smile, "That's OK. One day, Lucas and I will have a talk about adopting a baby."

I said, "Honey, EVERYTHING to make you happy."

Later, when Ella went to shower, Sonia whispered, "I had a wild thought and have to hear your thoughts about it."

"What is it?"

"Your poor wife craves a baby and cannot have one herself. I am in my early 40s, and my period is still going strong. How will she feel if I bear your child that she will raise as her own?..."

"That is as crazy as it comes."

"I know, but that way you know the true biological mother does not carry genetic abnormalities, the genes are going to be as close as possible to you two, and I'll never attempt to claim the baby as mine."

"Nice theory. What will your husband, Myron, say?"

"Who the frick cares what he thinks? He is the one who left me with nothing. The way I see it, I owe him nothing."

I grinned, "You rationalize everything. Let's hear what your daughter has to say about your nutty idea."

I sat in front of the TV and pretended to watch a basketball game. Once Ella was out of the bathroom, Sonia pulled her to the kitchen, telling her they had to talk about an important subject. I didn't hear the beginning, but then I turned down the TV volume. Slowly, their voices became louder, and partial sentences were heard, "Mom, absolutely no... your uterus will rupture... you are too old... he might agree for MY sake... please, rethink..."

I continued watching the game, but my mind was focused on the weird discussion going on in the kitchen. After an hour, they came to the living room. Ella blurted, "Honey, turn off the TV. Mom has a stupid idea, and we wish to hear your thoughts about it. Mom is offering to get pregnant by you and deliver a baby for us. What is your opinion?"

"Honey, having sex with your mother is crazy enough. I appreciate she is trying to help OUR marriage in a very unconventional way, but conceiving our baby?!..."

"I told her so myself. And then, despite having a normal period, she is too old to get pregnant. She might succeed in getting through a full term pregnancy and even delivering a healthy baby, but the risks are extremely high."

"I agree with you. The benefits of having your mother's child are tempting, but the dangers to a mother in her 40s outweigh everything else. If you want a baby, we should consider a young surrogate or adopt one..."

Sonia interrupted me, "Guys, I am willing to take the risk. Ella is my only flesh and blood. What could I do if you weren't here to take me into your house? I almost screwed your life once before, so allow me repay with the ultimate way I can: Let me give you a child. You two deserve complete happiness."

Ella gazed at me quizzically. I shrugged my shoulders. Ella sighed, "Mom, what happened to you? You were overprotective and occasionally pretentious and snobbish. How come you are willing to sacrifice everything to have our baby?"

Sonia kissed her cheek, "I may have been a jerk on occasions, but I was always YOUR MOTHER. Life has taught me an important lesson: You may lose everything you have in an instant. Be the best you can be to feel good about yourself whatever fate chooses for you. So this is what I decided. I am not just doing it for you, but for me too. I want to feel worthy of your love."

Ella hugged her mother, "Mom, I love you very much. You don't have to do it."

Sonia disengaged from her daughter and muttered, "Exactly because I do NOT have to do that, I insist. I want it to be my own decision. In my mind, I'll always know I was the real mother and feel good about it."

...

Fast forward 2 years.

Ella underwent a total hysterectomy about a year ago. Her symptoms diminished, and we resumed having sex, though gentler and more tender than before. Sonia and I still had sexual encounters. She and her daughter arrange my sleeping schedule, and I alternate between them accordingly.

Sonia had a baby boy. We named him Sonny. When he grows up, he will use it like any other name. He will never know that we named him after his REAL MOTHER...