The Matriarch

A/N - Hello. To be honest, when it comes to the in-laws, this could have been placed in a couple of categories. I eventually chose this one as, well, I guess doing anything with your mother-in-law is at least a little taboo, though this could have easily fit into the Mature category as well.

Just a warning that the ending is completely preposterous, and although I do try and ground even these stories in some sort of reality, it is fantasy in the end.

Australian / British standard English. There is a good chance of reading the following: lots of profanity, characters drinking, typos, and bad grammar at times.

Proofreading and editing suggestions provided by OhDave1. Any mistakes are still mine.

Comments are appreciated as always.

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A young man finds himself quite attracted to his future mother-in-law.

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It's fair to say that many people thought I came from the wrong side of the tracks. I was born and raised in a suburb of Sydney that had a very poor reputation. In addition to that, I was raised by a single mother, with no real sign of my deadbeat father for most of my life, and we lived on a Housing Commission Estate. Most of the people who lived around us were in a similar situation. Working hard to make ends meet. Mum worked long hours to do what she could for her two children. As long as we had a roof over our head, clothes on our back and food in our bellies, she was doing well.

Despite the tough upbringing, I managed to do okay at school. I often ran with the wrong crowds otherwise, and I got in my fair share of trouble at school and even with the law on occasion, but most of it was nothing but innocent hijinks. I certainly didn't want a criminal record at a young age. My thought process was different from many with whom I attended school. I would find out later that quite a few would end up serving time for various offences.

By the time I was twenty-one, I'd managed to drag myself up from pretty much nothing. I graduated high school with bloody good marks considering the circumstances. But while I wanted to attend university, I wanted to get out and work to start making money. Moving out of home would make things easier for my mother, although she always told me that I didn't need to. I think she didn't want her son to move out.

Given my exam results and the fact that I wanted to get into engineering, I eventually submitted applications to every single major firm in the city. Surprisingly, I received responses from three who wished to speak to me. After explaining what I wanted, to work full-time, study part-time, and eventually work my way up the ladder, I was eventually offered a job that would see me working as a simple labourer to start with, but if I were to complete my studies to a high standard, I'd definitely earn a job in an air conditioned office at a later date.

Three years of working as a labourer from eighteen certainly helped me broaden out. Each day required immense physical effort, particularly during the hotter months when most of us would be working shirtless and building quite a nice tan. I stood six-one, with brown hair that I kept incredibly short, blue eyes that more than a few girls at school had liked, and years of playing rugby league had certainly toughened me up.

I knew people judged me for the short hair and the long sleeve tattoo on my right arm from shoulder to wrist, and then the half sleeve tattoo on my left from shoulder to elbow. Despite the fact that body art has become normalised, because of my upbringing and where I'm from, people will judge. No body art anywhere else on me. And if people were to look closely at my tattoos, they will see the meaning. Names of family were written in intricate patterns. And I planned on having the names of my wife and children on my left arm in the end.

When I was twenty, I was invited by a friend to a barbecue at his place. I turned up with the usual slab of beer as no man would rightly turn up without something to offer the host. It made him grin as he handed me a cold one, and I was soon chatting shit with plenty of my mates. The one thing that I knew is that my mates were always trying to set me up with women.

I was no virgin by the time I was twenty. Girls at my high school were ever so eager to fuck, and guys... Well, we were eager to fuck as well. But I wasn't stupid. Quite a few of them were hoping there was someone stupid enough to knock them up. Being a young, pregnant woman could be a ticket to getting their own place and help from the government. At least that's what we young men thought, so those of us with at least some brains learned to wrap our shit up.

It was at this party that I was introduced to Sally. She's still my girlfriend at the start of this story, and to this day, I struggle to see what she sees in me sometimes. She's ever so sweet, gentle and kind, the complete opposite of me. My mother was a hard woman, and so were most of my relatives. Even my sister had a hard edge to her personality. Sally was the sort of girl that you could imagine sitting in a meadow surrounded by forest animals, a rainbow in the sky, surrounded by lollipops and candy, wearing a gorgeous pink dress while lightly humming to herself.

Yet for some reason, she absolutely loves me. And I love her in return. She's quickly learned to work away at some of the rough edges of my personality. I knew that I had anger issues from time to time, yet I cannot remember a time in our entire relationship that I ever even raised my voice. She softened me to a point that the thought of scaring her if I lost my shit terrified me.

I was still surprised that she was so interested in me when we first met. I was left thinking that my mates had talked me up. "I hear you're both working and studying," she asked.

"Yeah. I managed to convince the company I work for to back me," I replied.

"What do you do day to day?"

"Labourer. A lot of the time, it's moving heavy shit from point A to point B."

My description made her giggle. She told me that she was in her last year of studies before she would have a year of learning on the job as she planned on becoming a primary school teacher, hopefully focusing on children between the ages of five to eight years old. I described my life growing up. Compared to me, her life growing up was idyllic though I knew that no one had the perfect life.

When it came time to head home, I asked Sally if she'd like to join me. She blushed and stammered a response before I took her hand and told her that I wasn't inviting her back to mine for sex, but it was late and I'd rather she be safe with me. Walking into my apartment half an hour later, I explained that I shared with a mate though he was rarely at home, spending most of his time over with his girlfriend. His room was mostly just a place to store most of his shit. I helped him out by paying more of the rent. He still split the bills fifty-fifty.

That first night together, I kept a t-shirt and shorts on and gave her a t-shirt to wear. Given she was a tiny thing compared to me, perhaps five-two at most, I figured she kept her panties on underneath my t-shirt. She had sandy blonde hair down past her shoulders. Gorgeous hazel eyes. A cute little nose and full lips that needed to be kissed. She was rather petite. I reckoned she would have been a B-cup at most. Cute little butt. It took her a few minutes of being in bed before she was confident enough to come closer and snuggle up to me.

"I'm not going to bite," I assured her, "Nor do anything to hurt you."

"I'm not sure I want to ask so quickly about your past lovers," she whispered.

"We can leave that for much later. It's not important now, is it?"

"No."

She was snuggled tight against me when I woke up the next morning. I spent a couple of minutes just watching her sleep. She was too adorable for her own good. When she woke up, she immediately blushed before I suggested that we get up and head out for breakfast. She loved the idea. There was a shopping centre nearby that had a couple of cafés. We spent a couple of hours together, still getting to know each other, before she told me that she needed to head home.

We immediately started dating and considering my past where I would happily date a few women at once, I asked Sally about her dating history, and she told me that she only dated one man at a time. I agreed that I'd only date her, and that's why we ended up sleeping together for the first time at the end of our fifth date. It was the longest that I'd waited to be intimate with someone. Most women that I'd dated previously were happy to fuck at the end of the first date.

To be honest, Sally was totally different from any of my previous partners. Saying she was submissive was probably the wrong word, but she was very agreeable with me and happy to be led. Most of my previous partners were a challenge, which was something I enjoyed. Previous partners were opinionated, argumentative, and to be honest, fucking exhausting sometimes. But the sex was always worthwhile. I'd never call it lovemaking with any of my previous partners. I fucked the shit out of them, and they usually loved it, coming back for more often enough to keep both of us satisfied.

With Sally, it was different. She admitted to not having had many partners. She rarely gave blowjobs. Only one previous partner had eaten her pussy. And she was very much a shirt on, lights off kind of woman before she met me. Hell, I thought we shouldn't date because I worried about corrupting the young woman.

Somehow, though, our relationship worked. I tried not to argue with her too often. Even when we did argue, I noticed that she'd immediately back down. Not because I raised my voice or was physically imposing, it seemed to be a natural reaction which honestly confused me. Whenever I asked her what she wanted to do, she'd always agree to something I suggested. It took some getting used to.

"Mark... Mum has been asking me about finally meeting you. We've been dating for six months and she's being quite insistent about finally meeting you."

Sally rarely mentioned her mother, and from the tone that she was using, I'd figured out that her mother was quite the imposing figure in her life. She mentioned her father more often, stating he was a big softie and that he was a good man. She also had two older brothers who apparently took after their father more than their mother.

She'd already met my mother and sister, perhaps understanding where my prickly personality came from at times. Mum and my sister were perfectly friendly, but my mother is an incredibly blunt woman, and my sister had taken lessons from both her mother and brother. There were times that my sister could be sweet and adorable though they were few and far between as she got older. I had hoped that she would mellow into her twenties. She had a lot to offer though I was perhaps biased as her older brother.

"Has your mother mentioned a time when she'd like to meet me?"

"Next weekend. Saturday night. Would that be okay?"

"Well, the footy is on Saturday night..." Sally gave me a pleading look. "What? Will it piss off your mother if I were to postpone it?"

"You don't know my mother," Sally muttered.

To be honest, she sounded like a challenge. I already knew what I was going to do. Given that Sally was a sweet and far too adorable young woman, I bet her mother had the ideal partner for her in her mind. Me showing up, a young man from the wrong side of the tracks, looking like I did? I bet she was going to hate me from the moment that she laid eyes on me.

"Parramatta aren't playing, Mark," Sally finally added, "I know they're playing on Thursday night."

"Reckon she'll like me?" I wondered.

Sally sighed and shook her head. "Probably not," she replied, "Considering what you're like, I think your personalities are going to clash immediately."

"Well... That should make the night interesting, then. Okay. Tell your mother that I'll come around on Saturday night. Will it be your parents and siblings?"

"Probably. No doubt Mum will want my brothers there to give her their opinion as well."

"And what about your opinion?" I wondered. When all she did was shrug and return a tight grin, that told me everything that I needed to know.

Sally spends a few nights of the week at my apartment nowadays. Given the little that I knew about her mother, I was left thinking that she probably hated that. I had no doubt that Sally was inundated with questions all the time about what I was like. Heading to bed later that night, it was the usual tender lovemaking that we shared. Sally loved it whenever I went down on her. And when we made love, I knew that she would never want it the way that I'd fucked previous lovers. I hadn't gone into great detail about what I'd done with them, but I knew something like anal would never fly with Sally, even though she had done a couple of things simply because she wanted to make me happy.

She stayed with me again on Friday night, though left for home rather early on Saturday. Even though I worked a physical job, I was still a regular at a nearby gym, heading there after Sally left to pump some iron. I got ready to head out while watching the afternoon footy, making do with a simple black t-shirt that was incredibly tight, a pair of jeans before slipping on a pair of trainers. I hadn't shaved in a couple of days though my hair was kept at its usual cropped length.

Like a lot of typical young men, I liked a loud and powerful car. Holden might have gone the way of the dodo in the past few years, but you could still pick up a V8 Commodore at a reasonable price. The one I bought had plenty of kilometres on the clock though it still ran fine. I loved the roar of the engine, and it had plenty of power. Had to be careful in the wet, it being rear-wheel drive and the tyres were not great. I couldn't afford the best tyres.

Sally had given me the address, and I put that into my phone before I began the drive over. Compared to where I called home, which wasn't much better than where I'd grown up, Sally's parents lived in a far better suburb. More amenities. Better schools. A real community feel. Everything looked cleaner and newer. I had some heavy metal blaring as I pulled up outside the house, revving the engine a couple of times before I finally switched it off.

I was laughing to myself as I got out of the car. "She's going to fucking hate me," I said to myself.

Walking up the pathway to the front door, I pressed the doorbell and waited for someone to open the door. Sally appeared first, looking rather pretty in a sundress that was tight to her body. I know she still worried about her body at times, but I'd done my best to reassure her just how attractive I found her.

She greeted me with a kiss on the cheek before taking my hand and leading me inside. We walked hand in hand into the living room to find a line of four people waiting for me. Her two brothers were older though they were not what I would have called physically imposing. Both were shorter than me. Rather slim. Their handshakes were... Well... Given where I'd gone to school, plenty of others would have insinuated things about their sexuality. Just the way it is sometimes.

"And this is my father, Robert," Sally said.

He must have been four or five inches shorter than me and looked like he needed a good few meals plus time at the gym to broaden himself out. But I took his hand and shook it. His handshake was as limp and weak-wristed as his sons'. "Pleasure to meet you, Bob."

I noticed Sally and both of her brothers wince at the use of that name. "Um... Everyone prefers to call him Robert," Sally whispered.

"What? Why?" I clapped her father on the shoulder, and I swear that I nearly sent him flying. "No, this is a man who should be called Bob. The sort of man who can get shit done. Isn't that right, Bob?"

Her father barely said a word as I let go of his hand, not missing that he put it to his side and shook it a few times. I hadn't even squeezed all that hard. I noticed that everyone was then glancing at her mother.

"And this is my mother, Kelly. Or... Mrs Watson."

If Sally thought I was going to call her mother 'Mrs Watson', and if Kelly thought that was going to happen, she was going to be disappointed. I wasn't a kid. I didn't call my elders by their surname any longer. Mum was Mum. Grandma and Pop were those names. Everyone else, they were called by their name.

Now, I'll be honest about one thing immediately. Kelly Watson was a stone-cold fox. Sally was attractive and adorable. Kelly was something else entirely. If Sally were to morph into something like her mother in the future, I'd marry her tomorrow.

Kelly had blue eyes similar to mine. And the way she was almost glaring at me had me smiling at her in return. Oh, she absolutely fucking hated me immediately. I saw her eyes move to my arms. She would hate that her daughter was dating a man with tattoos down his arms. Would hate that I was wearing a t-shirt that highlighted my physique. And I knew that she was the sort of woman who insisted on calling her husband 'Robert' instead of 'Bob'.

I surprised her by meeting her eyes and smiling. "Delighted to meet you, Kelly," I stated before I leaned forward and kissed each cheek, coming ever so close to her lips each time. When I leaned back enough to meet her eyes, the glare was almost hateful. I allowed a brief smirk to form before I leaned back.

As we sat down, noticing that she tried to isolate me away from Sally though I made sure to sit next to her on the couch, there was no missing that she was trying to lead the conversation. Her husband and sons barely said a word as I was pretty much interrogated for the next half an hour or so. I played her game and generally talked bullshit most of the time.

Dinner was eventually served. Once again, Kelly tried to organise everyone and isolate me away from Sally. It didn't work again, and I could see the visible frustration on her face and in her body language. Her father may have asked me two questions during dinner. No questions from the other two men at the table.

I wasn't trying to be rude. I was generally being as blunt as Kelly was with me. I figured out immediately that she was trying to provoke me. If Sally recognised it, she was remaining as silent as everyone else. It was easy to see that Kelly was a domineering, authoritative figure in the household. I now understood why Sally was the way she was. Her husband was... Well, calling him spineless might sound cruel, but it was rather pathetic.

"What are your intentions with my daughter?" Kelly finally asked while we were eating dessert.

"How do you mean, Kelly?" I wondered, noticing that every time I called her Kelly, she was gritting her teeth, "Are you talking about tonight? Well, my intentions tonight are to enjoy your company for a little while longer before I take Sally back to my place. Sally enjoys spending time at my place, don't you, sweetheart?"

Sally glanced between us both before a slight smile formed and she nodded. She didn't say anything though.

"No, that's not what I meant, Mark. What are your intentions with my daughter in the future?"

"I assume that you mean our relationship. Perhaps you are referring to a potential proposal and even marriage? Maybe you are referring to children?"

She laid down her spoon and her eyes were unwavering. "You are not what I imagined when it came to a long-term partner for my daughter," she stated.

"I don't really think that's your decision," I retorted, "Sally is a twenty-year-old young woman and perfectly capable of deciding who she wants to date."

"Not if she knows what is good for her. My sons were both smart enough to choose women that I approved of."

"Quite frankly, Kelly, you know very little about me. I appreciate your invitation and thank you for the meal, but I'm not going to sit here and be judged by someone like you all evening. I have better things to do and better offers for a good time." I wiped my mouth with a napkin and stood up. "Are you coming, Sally?"

I could see that she was torn between coming with me and obeying her mother. "Well, what are you going to do, Sally?" her mother asked. I heard the hard edge to her tone.

"Come with me, Sally," I stated, offering my hand. I smiled at Kelly as Sally immediately took my hand, rising to her feet. I helped Sally with her light jacket as Kelly rose to her feet. I led Sally towards the front door, hearing the other chairs at the table move as her father and brothers followed us.

"We're having words when you get home later, young lady," her mother stated from the doorway as I led Sally to my car.

"She'll be back sometime tomorrow," I replied as I opened the door for Sally. "If you want to invite me in for coffee when I drop her off, I'd be happy to accept the invitation."

It was only while we were driving away that Sally asked very quietly, "Are you angry, Mark?"

I took her hand and kissed the back of it. "Absolutely not. I've got to say that I had a swell time. Your mother is something else. I mean... Wow... I've met some judgemental people in my life, but Jesus wept, she takes the cake. And your father, Sally..."

"He's different when Mum isn't around."

"That wouldn't surprise me. I don't want to call him a pussy, but..."

"I know," she whispered, "But now you know what I've lived with most of my life. What Mum wants, what Mum demands, Mum gets. And God help you if... Well..."

What I couldn't tell Sally is that although her mother was one hell of a judgemental bitch, she was also totally fucking hot. While we were busy talking and on the verge of an argument more than once, I was undressing her with my eyes, imagining her on her knees before me, naked with my cock buried in her mouth. Bent over the kitchen table with her skirt hiked up while I pumped her pussy. On her knees as I left a load of cum all over her face. And I could only imagine she had one hot, tight pussy as I doubted her husband was capable of handling a woman like that.

Making love with Sally later that evening, I was doing my best not to think about her mother at the same time, but the thought of fucking her hard, making her squeal and moan, no doubt hating every minute though begging for my big cock at the same time, Sally was left well and truly satisfied by the time that we were done. I'll admit that I felt a little guilty as she snuggled into me, whispering that she loved me.

Sally was the first woman that I'd ever shared those words with. That's why she was special to me. But her mother... I wasn't sure what to think.

I dropped Sally off at home the next day. She would normally drive herself over and drive home, but I enjoyed dropping her off, walking her to the door. We were sharing a passionate embrace when the door opened. I stopped to glance at Kelly and smiled.

"Good afternoon, Kelly. Just dropping off Sally as I said I would."

"Sally. Inside. Now."

Sally nodded, whispered goodbye to me, and walked inside past her mother. Kelly folded her arms, which only accentuated her bust as her arms rested under her breasts. She regarded me with cool eyes, looking me up and down again. The only difference from the night before was that my t-shirt was white this time.

"If Sally were a little younger, I'd forbid her to date you."

I simply allowed my smile to broaden. "Good thing that she's nearly twenty-one then, eh? I'm guessing there's going to be no invite in for coffee?"

She remained silent for at least a couple of minutes, and I honestly thought she was going to tell me to bugger off. To my surprise, she turned to walk inside and told me to follow her. It wasn't polite but given that she was wearing figure-hugging jeans and she had an arse to die for, I wasn't going to complain.

It was only her and me in the conservatory out the back. I was going to ask about Sally, but I had a feeling that she now wanted to interrogate me without anyone else present. Kelly attempted to make small talk though was getting nothing out of me. To be honest, I was having a great time.

"I don't know what Sally sees in you," she stated quite bluntly, "You have very few prospects as a simple labourer."

"Maybe it's my charming demeanour," I suggested, "Or maybe it's just that I have a lovely big..." I didn't say the last word, making do with a smirk as I sipped at my coffee.

That just made her snort. "Typical young man, only worried about what's in his trousers. I know my daughter looks for something more than a man with muscles."

"To be honest, Kelly, even after our conversation last night and right now, you still know very little about me."

"I know what I need to know. I might not be able to forbid Sally from dating you..."

"Finally, we agree on something. You can't forbid her."

"Oh, I know that. But that doesn't mean I don't have weapons at my disposal. If you want to test me, Mark..."

I leaned forward and met her eyes. "You might be the ruler of your kingdom here, Kelly. You might be used to people falling over themselves to follow your orders at work and elsewhere. Your husband might be a spineless wimp, and I have no doubt your sons are as spineless as their father, but if you want to fuck with me, bring it on," I growled. Placing down my mug, I stood up and turned to walk away before I glanced back, "Thanks for the coffee. Probably the best cup that I've had in a long time."

I'm not sure how Kelly got a hold of my number, but she started on me the next Saturday. Sally had been out with friends the night before, so I was home alone, expecting her to come over that night. It was early afternoon when my phone rang. I didn't recognise the number and was tempted to ignore it. Far too many scam callers. But my curiosity won out.

"Mark?"

"Yeah, who is this?"

"Kelly."

"Oh, what do you want?"

"I need you to come over and mow my lawn. My husband is far too useless, and my sons are... Well, whatever. They need doing and I need you to do them for me."

I almost started to laugh at her. "No," I replied simply, "No, I won't be doing that, Kelly. Goodbye."

I hung up on her and could only imagine her immediate reaction. I bet she was someone who never heard the word 'No'. And I wasn't going to say 'No' and then explain why. 'No' is a full sentence. People who begin to justify their reasons usually waffle on with bullshit.

My phone started to ring again, and it was Kelly. I was definitely going to enjoy our relationship going forward.

"Hello, Kelly."

"How dare you hang up..."

"Goodbye."

And I hung up on her again. This time, she rang back almost immediately. I started laughing to myself as I had no idea what she thought would happen. If she thought that I was someone who was going to back down and give in, she was going to learn quite the lesson.

I answered again. "How can I help you, Kelly?" I asked ever so sweetly.

"If you want to see Sally again, you will come over and mow my lawn."

"No, Kelly. You know that shit ain't going to fly. Goodbye."

This time, I temporarily blocked her number before throwing my phone on the opposite side of the couch. I laughed to myself, thinking about the audacity of the bitch to chew me out more than once and then expect that I'd drop everything for her. Then again, I had a feeling that the men in her life were like that. It made me wonder about her parents and how they'd raised her. God help the people at work if she were in a position of authority.

Sally arrived a few hours later when it was already dark. I greeted her with a soft kiss, leading her to the couch. She snuggled into me as always. I was waiting for her to say something.

"Mum is so mad at you," she said softly, "Mark... No one ever tells her no."

"Well, that's the fucking problem right there. Maybe if someone had stood up to her before..."

"No one stands up to my mother," she said even quieter.

It all made sense though I wondered if Kelly had been used to using her looks to get what she wanted, and then it had morphed into something even worse. It made me wonder about Robert and what he was like. Had he always been a wet blanket? Or had years of brow-beating turned him into the man he was? And as for her sons, well, they probably had no hope with parents like they had. Shit, I could complain about my upbringing, but I would rather it be a single-parent household in a shit neighbourhood compared to whatever they had to put up with.

Sally would usually visit two or three nights a week. She couldn't come every night simply due to her workload. I had provided space for her at mine so she could study as well. When she wasn't at home, I was tempted to start sending messages to her mother although I knew that could backfire.

We didn't spend every Friday night together as that was the night when Sally would go out with her friends from university. Given that I trusted her, I never worried about her, only asking that she call me if she needed to be picked up from somewhere. Sydney was safe enough, but you could never be too careful. If she were out for the night, I'd be sensible and remain at home. I'd usually order in a pizza and watch the footy. She'd either call me to pick her up or she'd call me to let me know that she was home safe.

I was flabbergasted when Kelly called me the next morning.

"Hello, Kelly. What do you need?"

"Our pool is filthy, Mark. My husband is hopeless, and my sons don't know their arse from their elbow. I need you to come and sort it out."

"I'm not your pool boy, Kelly. Find someone else to do it."

I hung up without even saying goodbye. The idea of being Kelly's pool boy was rather arousing. I'd read a few dirty stories about middle-aged women enjoying some private time with the young man who looked after their pool.

She called me back a few minutes later.

"So now it's the pool and your lawns. Anything else?" I teased.

"All you're doing is making things more difficult for yourself. Sally knows what you're doing."

I snorted as of course Sally knew what I was doing. We messaged each other constantly. "Kelly, I take it you are someone who doesn't hear the word 'No' very often."

"Not if people know what's good for them."

Now I laughed. "Well, I'm telling you right now, Kelly. Not only no. But hell no. N. O. No. You understand me? Now you have a swell day, and we'll talk soon. Maybe you can invite me around for dinner?" I hung up before I added, "Or maybe not. I'm guessing it'll be the latter."

I'd never met or talked to a woman like her. I was honestly amazed by her attitude. And, if I were being honest, a little turned on. Because while she was hoping to break me, the idea of breaking her instead and, well... It would be the hate fuck of a lifetime.

I did feel sorry for Sally as she was caught in the middle of it. She didn't mention too many things about what her mother said about me, just that she was angry that I refused to do what she said. Sally didn't really know what to think as she was simply used to her mother's behaviour. I honestly thought it was nuts. But Sally told me that everyone in the family not only tolerated it, but it was an accepted part of their lives. Everyone in the family toed the line. Her mother was boss. The matriarch, if you will.

It was Thursday in the afternoon when she called me while I was driving home from work. The car wasn't that modern, but I could accept calls without taking my hands off the steering wheel. Her name popped up on the screen to my left. I'd put her in my phone as 'Kinky Kelly'. I knew that she would have absolutely hated it and demanded I change her name.

"Mark, I'm having problems with my car. I need you to come and help me."

Once again, she wasn't asking me to come and help her. She was pretty much ordering me to drop everything and come over. And while I did like cars, I wasn't mechanically inclined. I could do a few things with my car. Change the oil. Change a battery. Clean the filters. Minor jobs that didn't require a mechanic. If the car was fucked, then I'd take it to a workshop.

"Take it to a mechanic."

"It's a flat tyre."

"Get your husband to help you out."

"He's useless and can't help me. He can't even change a tyre."

"Then call the NRMA."

"Mark. I need your help. I'm on the side of the road and I can't get home."

She still hadn't asked me. Still hadn't used her manners. But... But... I knew what it was like to be stuck on the side of the road when your car was fucked. I was seventeen, had just passed my test, miles from home. And the shitbox car that I'd bought for a couple of hundred bucks conked out on a back road as I tried to avoid the tolls. I was stuck walking home for hours.

I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose. "Fine. Send me where you are. I'll be there shortly."

When I pulled up behind her car a few minutes later, what I saw gave me an instant erection. Ponytail. Thin-framed black glasses. A white blouse. A black pencil skirt. Black stockings. Black heels. Faint make-up. I had to take a deep breath before I got out of the car, walking towards her.

And then she smiled at me. A genuine smile. Jesus Christ, I thought she was beautiful before. It was the first time that I'd ever seen her smile and I was ready to get down on a knee and propose marriage to her. I managed to recover as I could see that she had a flat right front tyre.

"You got a spare in your boot?" I asked.

"I think so. I don't know. Robert... Well..."

"Right, let me have a look. As long as you've got a spare tyre that's inflated and a jack that will help lift the car enough, you won't be totally fucked. I've got tools in the back of my car that will help. Once I get it replaced, I'd recommend that you organise a trip to a tyre place."

She drove a nice car. Far nicer than mine. Probably no more than a year old. BMW 3-Series. I'm surprised the tyre was flat. I thought these new cars had run-flat tyres. At least the tyre in the boot was full of air. Kelly watched from nearby as I jacked the car up, got the flat tyre off, checking for where the puncture was. No surprise it was a large nail. I put on the new tyre, made sure everything was in working order, before carefully lowering the car down.

I had a spare rag so I could wipe my hands after dumping my tools back in the boot of my car. "You're a lifesaver, Mark. I didn't want to wait forever for the NRMA."

I could have given her a look and a piece of my mind, but given how beautiful she looked in that moment, I just didn't have the heart to do it. "Yeah, sure. No worries," I muttered.

She flashed me another grin before sliding behind the wheel of her car. Her door was open, and I watched her stockinged legs bend behind the pedals, her skirt lifting up just enough that there was a hint of skin showing. She shut the door, and the window was still down.

"I still have lots of jobs to do at home, Mark."

"I'm sure you do, Kelly. I'm sure you do. Have a good night."

Sally didn't come over that night and it was probably a good idea that she didn't, because for the first time in a long time, I didn't use porn to jerk off. All I thought about was Kelly in that outfit. I honestly didn't know how to feel about her. She was absolutely fucking gorgeous but a colossal bitch at the same time. And then there was the fact that I was dating her daughter, and I genuinely loved her. The fact that she still loved me boggled my mind at times. I thought she could do better.

It was a confusing time.

Kelly called me yet again on Saturday. This time, it was to build a couple of things that she'd ordered in from IKEA. I was amazed that she'd order in flat-pack furniture from there. I had her picked as someone who would only buy furniture that would cost in the thousands. Once again, I simply told her no, imagining steam coming out of her ears when I hung up on her.

Sally then called me in the early afternoon, asking if I was going to come over for dinner with the family that night. When I told her that I had no idea about an invitation, she suggested that her mother had called me earlier about it. I sighed again and told Sally what the phone call was about. I admitted that I did hang up on her though, so perhaps her mother was going to tell me afterwards.

"She's still trying to bend you to her will, Mark," Sally stated, "Maybe you should..."

"I'm not doing what she wants just because that is what she expects, Sally. She never asks. She demands. She doesn't use her manners. A simple 'please' or 'thank you' is generally appreciated most of the time."

"But will you come over for dinner? Mum will be ever worse if you don't."

I nearly felt a headache coming on before I agreed. The first time that I'd gone over there for dinner, I had arrived empty-handed. That was not something that I normally did. I was tempted to do it again this time but thought that I'd at least try and make a connection with her father. I knew that I'd never particularly get on with the man, but I'd at least try.

During the drive over, I stopped at a bottle shop. I selected a couple of bottles of wine, including one of Sally's favourites, and grabbed a couple of six packs of beer that I figured her father and two brothers might like. Not the generic lager shit that a lot of people drank, but something with a bit of body and flavour.

Sally greeted me at the door this time and immediately smiled at seeing that I'd come bearing gifts. She kissed me softly before leading me inside. Kelly was in the kitchen, and I almost dropped what was in my hands as she was wearing a similar outfit to what she'd been wearing when I helped her earlier in the week.

The naughty little minx. And when she met my eyes, she knew exactly what she was doing. So I greeted her with a kiss on each cheek, leaning back just enough to meet her eyes. Her eyes met mine and we gazed at each other in silence for a few seconds.

"I brought wine," I finally said, "One bottle is Sally's favourite. No idea what you liked, so I went with a safe option."

"And the beer?"

"For Bob and your sons."

"Robert doesn't drink," Kelly replied, "And my sons are not joining us for dinner this evening. It's just the four of us."

"Where is Bob?"

"In his bedroom."

His bedroom? It didn't take a scientist to figure out that they didn't sleep together. Sally sat down at the table, and I poured her a glass of wine. Offering Kelly the same, she told me that she did approve of my choice and would like a glass. I poured her a glass too.

When dinner was ready, Kelly sent Sally off to go and get him. In the moments she was gone, Kelly hissed at me, "His name is Robert, not Bob. Robert!"

Sally returned with her father. Once again, he barely met my eyes as I shook his hand again. The same limp handshake that almost had me shaking my head in despair. "How's it going, Bob?" I asked cheerfully, resting a hand on his shoulder, "Beating them away with a broom as always?"

I think the man nearly raised a smile. It was obvious to even someone as young as me that this man had absolutely no self-esteem. I just didn't know if he'd always been like this before he even met his wife, or if Kelly had slowly but surely destroyed the man that he'd once been.

It would be fair to say that Kelly and I dominated the conversation again. She had no problem talking about topics that would provoke an argument. Politics? I told her that I'd voted in one State and one Federal election since I turned eighteen. I voted for the ALP (Australian Labor Party) each time. I thought the Conservatives were arseholes, the Greens were lunatics, and One Nation were flagrant racists. I wasn't surprised that she voted for the Conservatives.

When it came to religion, I had no problem telling her that I thought that all organised religion was bullshit. Christianity. Islam. Judaism. Hinduism. All of the big ones. All of it was bullshit. I suggested the only one that sounded genuinely interesting was Buddhism. All that spiritual enlightenment and shit. I wasn't surprised that Kelly didn't practice religion though was raised as a Protestant.

"Better than a fucking Catholic, where they're too busy covering up all the nasty shit their priests are up to," I stated, which did provoke a smirk from her.

Given that she hadn't asked me before, she wondered if all I ever wanted to be was a labourer. I waited until I finished my meal before I finally deigned to respond to her. "Actually, Kelly..." I loved that it still grated her that I called her by her name. "If you had asked Sally and not just leapt at judging me, you would have learned that I work full-time but study part-time. It will take me six years, but I will eventually graduate with a degree in engineering with a guarantee of a job at a higher level."

Conversation continued to flow and there was no doubt that we clashed over everything. The amusing thing to me was that I knew she was simply playing devil's advocate. She simply couldn't agree with me on anything. I had a feeling that if I mentioned the Holocaust, she'd probably deny that it happened, simply to disagree with me.

I finally turned to her husband. "What about you, Bob? Watch the footy or cricket?"

"Robert doesn't watch sports. We limit our time watching television," she replied.

"Kelly, I asked Bob, not you. But anyway... After we're finished here, why don't we head down to the pub, Bob? We can get to know each other better." I turned towards Kelly and smiled. "Let the man answer. Wouldn't it be good if your future son-in-law got to know his future father-in-law better?"

"I don't drink, Mark," Robert stated quietly, his eyes barely raising from his plate, "But thank you for the offer."

"You can sip at a soft drink. It'll be fine."

"It's not really my scene. I prefer staying at home," he stated quietly.

I glanced at Sally who could barely look at anyone around the table. It was obvious that she was used to her mother dominating the conversation and getting her own way. She had given me more than one nervous glance as I'd given her mother as good as she gave me. Kelly met my eyes and appeared somewhat triumphant that her husband knew his place, at least.

When it came time to leave later that evening, I gave Robert another handshake. It was still limp though he met my eyes this time. There was a brief flash of something. I gave him a smile and wished him goodnight. Kelly walked Sally and me to the front door.

"Thanks for dinner, Kelly."

"You're welcome."

I probably surprised her by kissing her on each cheek again. Sally gave her mother a hug before I took her by the hand and led her towards my car. She continued to hold my hand all the way home though barely said a word until we were upstairs in my apartment. She cuddled into me as we sat on the couch.

"I can't tell if my mother now hates you or respects you," she finally said, "I've never been oblivious, Mark. My father has never stood up to her. My brothers have always done what they're told. And I know that I haven't because it's not worth the battle. She always gets her own way. My grandparents have both passed, and even they just gave in to her whims. Her sisters... Well, there's a reason that I don't see my aunties very often. They find her exhausting."

Sally cuddled with me that night. We didn't make love as I wasn't really in the mood, to be honest. And I was feeling conflicted. Her mother absolutely pissed me off. But I couldn't help the growing attraction that I felt for her. I knew it was wrong. Felt guilty as hell. I loved Sally... But every time I looked at Kelly, I saw Sally in another twenty years. But again, there was something about Kelly that had me thinking incredibly rude things.

The next morning, I asked her if her mother ever bought things from IKEA. She thought about it before shaking her head. "Not to my knowledge. Mum has always had a taste for the finer things in life. Mum and Dad both work high-paying jobs, and they've certainly done well for themselves as we kids got older."

"So basically, ordering me over yesterday before dinner was?"

Sally shrugged. "Maybe she did buy something and needed help?" She smiled at me, leaning up to kiss my cheek. "Part of me thinks that you should just do it. Might shut her up. But the thing is, once you do, she'll just expect you to drop everything for her every single time."

Things were quiet until Friday night. Sally was out with friends. I was enjoying a few beers with the boys at a nearby pub. When my phone started to ring, I thought it was Sally. She knew that I would always come and collect her, whether by my car or by taxi if she needed it. I sighed to myself as it was Kelly. I only answered when I was outside.

"What do you want, Kelly?"

"What are you doing tomorrow, Mark?"

"Well, if Sally comes home later tonight, I'll probably try and fuck your daughter tomorrow. In fact, I can guarantee that I'll be fucking your daughter at some stage."

I enjoyed the silence for a few seconds as I had no doubt that she hated the thought of her daughter being intimate with someone like me. I knew for a fact that no one would have ever spoken to her in that manner. But given that she pissed me off constantly.

"Some of our shelves have collapsed. I need you to come over and fix them for me. I know that you're probably smart enough to put up a few simple shelves."

"Nope. Get Robert to do it."

"He doesn't have a toolbox. He can't do it. I need you to do it for me."

"You have two sons. I'm sure they must have a drill, screwdriver, some screws. Better yet, why don't you do it?"

"Physical labour such as that is beneath me."

I almost called her a snobby bitch but managed to bite my tongue in time. "Well, sounds like you're shit out of luck, Kelly. I'll talk to you later."

My mates were asking what I was laughing about as I rejoined them at the table. They knew about Kelly and the shit that she was ringing me about. Many of them wondered if she was trying to piss me off enough that I'd break up with Sally. More fool her as I wasn't going to dump Sally. I usually worried that Sally would find someone more suited to her and break up with me.

I was arriving home as Sally arrived in a taxi. She'd had a few drinks though was never completely inebriated after a night out. I helped her upstairs and once she was naked, she was ever so eager for some tender lovemaking. I made her moan as I went down on her, and she always whimpered whenever she enjoyed a climax. Watching her face light up as I slowly sank my cock in her would always make me smile. She loved it when I was gentle with her, feeling her legs wrap around me as we moved slowly together.

Her phone rang rather early the next day as she was cuddled into me. She put it on speaker and there was no surprise that it was her mother.

"Are you at his place?" her mother asked.

"Of course I am, Mum. I'm only ever here or at home."

"I need you to come home right away."

"Mum, it's 8am. What on earth..."

"I need you to come home, Sally. Right now."

I was ready to intervene, but Sally gave me a pleading look not to interfere. Sally sighed and sagged against me. "Fine, Mum. Give me an hour. I'll be home then." She hung up and cuddled me tighter. "Sorry, but if I don't..."

Part of me wanted to ask her to move in with me then and there. But I'd never lived with a woman before, plus I still had a roommate. He was rarely there, but I wasn't sure how he'd deal with the idea of my girlfriend living with me permanently. We got out of bed, showered together, before she put on a simple t-shirt and pair of jeans. I walked her downstairs to her car.

"I might pop around on Tuesday night. No idea what she wants. She probably just didn't want me staying here."

"Is there anything that I can do?" I wondered.

"Honestly... If I were to move out, she'd be even worse. The only way you are going to win her over, Mark, is to do what she wants." Her face immediately broke into a smile. "I think that's a reason to love you. You simply don't give a shit, and she hates it."

"Any idea why you've been summoned?"

Using that word made her snort before she laughed. "Oh, she just wanted me away from you."

I spent the rest of the day not doing a whole lot and it was a rather dull Saturday night. I'd headed out to buy a few beers and ordered in a pizza. Watched the footy. Jerked off thinking about Kelly. Felt a little guilty about it, but I don't think Sally was even blind to the fact that I thought her mother was fucking hot. Sunday was pretty much like Saturday in that I lazed about my apartment, not doing a whole lot. I was getting ready to watch the Sunday afternoon footy when there was a knock at the door. It was an old apartment block. To enter was easy as the front door downstairs could be opened by anyone. Not particularly safe so each apartment door came with a deadbolt lock and a regular lock.

I'll admit to shock when I opened the door to be greeted by a vision of Kelly looking as sexy as she had the day that I'd gone to help her with her tyre. Without a word, she brushed past me into my apartment. I chuckled to myself as I closed the door and followed her into the living room. She whirled around to look at me.

"Now let's get one thing straight, young man..."

"Shut the fuck up, Kelly," I growled, and to my amazement, she shut up straight away. I walked towards her until we were inches apart. "I don't remember inviting you the fuck in. Hell, I didn't even greet you, and you certainly didn't greet me. You are an uninvited guest in my domicile. Did your parents teach you any manners?'

She glared at me. "I'm here to tell you..."

Before I even thought about what I was doing, I grabbed her wrist and led her over to the dinner table. I bent her over it and lifted her skirt, taken aback for a moment as the black thong that was on display. Without a word, I tore that away from her as I held her down by the back of the neck with my left hand. She was barely struggling against me.

"You're not going to tell me a fucking thing, Kelly. I'm going to tell you something instead. I actually love your daughter. I mean, I get it. You have no idea what she sees in me. I think the same thing. I'm waiting for the day that she breaks up with me. She is so sweet and kind. She's simply a joy to be around. I wonder how she turned out like that with a mother like you."

I slapped each of her firm cheeks once.

"But you don't get to talk to me like you do without being punished for it. I am not a piece of dog dirt under your shoe. I am a human being. And despite what you might think, I have feelings."

I slapped each of her cheeks again. She squirmed slightly but remained silent, her eyes defiant.

"Oh, don't get me wrong. I know you probably hate the very ground that I walk upon. But you know what? Tough shit. I'm going to be in your life until your daughter eventually tires of me, if she ever does."

I slapped each of her cheeks even harder. And that's when I heard her moan. Without thinking, I slapped each of them again. And she moaned again. I met her eyes and while there was still defiance, she couldn't hide the feelings on her face. When I put one of my feet between hers, she willingly spread her legs wider. Placing my right hand between her legs, I almost gasped at how wet she was.

Now I was wondering as to what her game truly was.

She moaned even louder when I slipped two fingers into her hot pussy. She was absolutely hot to trot, and even with two fingers, I could feel that she was incredibly tight. I didn't waste time pumping her pussy with my fingers and her hips were quickly moving in time to my movements.

"This is what you wanted, isn't it?" I growled, hating myself in that moment, "You fucking bitch. This is what you wanted."

I should have stopped then and there. Kicked her out and told her to fuck off. But the animal in me needed release. I unzipped my jeans, undid the button and lowered them enough to unveil my hard cock. I placed the head at her pussy, and she astounded me by begging me to fuck her.

"Please fuck me," she moaned, "Oh God, please fuck me, Mark. I haven't been fucked in so long."

Burying my cock in one swift movement, I couldn't believe how tight she was. Grabbing a handful of hair, I pulled her head back as I didn't waste time fucking her hard and fast. The sound of my skin slapping against her arse echoed around the kitchen. My grunts and her moans were the only sounds we made.

"Bitch," I growled, "You're getting exactly what you want here. Fuck you."

"Shut up and fuck me," she groaned in return.

I let go of her hair, placing my hand back on her neck as I pumped her even harder. I could already feel an orgasm building. She was pushing back against me with each thrust, no matter how hard and fast I was going. I was a little embarrassed that I started to fill her pussy within a few short minutes. What amazed me even further was that I felt her pussy clenching around my cock and I knew that she was climaxing herself.

When we'd both calmed down enough that we could catch our breath, I pulled out and stepped back as Kelly lifted herself up from the table and turned around to face me. Her face was rather blank, her cheeks flushed, lips parted slightly. Her eyes though. They spoke volumes.

I tore off her blouse. Buttons went flying. She didn't try and stop me as it went flying across the kitchen. Her bra was next, noting had it was a black, lacey number. I didn't rip that off. It was a nice bra. Her skirt was next. That was easy to take off, pooling around her heels on the floor. That left her in only thigh-high stockings and black heels.

She was exquisite. A goddess. An early forties woman in peak physical condition and at her sexual peak. I ripped off my t-shirt and slid out of my jeans, leaving me completely naked. My cock was still hard, now glistening with my cum and her juices.

"Get on your fucking knees and suck me," I ordered, my eyes not averting from hers.

The smile that formed was almost predatory as she didn't hesitate in sliding down to her knees. Her tongue flicked out and ran up and down my shaft. She seemed to savour the taste of us together. When it circled the head of my cock, I felt a shudder up my spine. And as her lips wrapped around my cock, she proved one thing above all.

She knew how to suck cock, and she proceeded to give me the greatest blowjob of my life up to that point.

I grabbed a handful of her hair again though I didn't want to fuck her face. I didn't need to as her head was bobbing up and down eagerly, and when I felt my cock slide into her throat without her gagging, I could only marvel at her talents. She wasn't going to make me cum again quickly as I knew that I'd left an enormous load in her pussy, but I wasn't going to stop her anytime soon.

Once I was satisfied, I pulled my cock away and met her eyes again. I growled without real reason and hefted her up over my shoulder. Carrying her through to my bedroom, I threw her onto my bed. She sat back, spread her legs wide, and smirked at me.

"Fuck you," I stated.

"Fuck you back," she retorted, "Let's see what you've got, little man."

"I'm going to fuck you up," I replied as I joined her on the bed. She groaned as I easily slid my cock back into her. All she did was spread her legs wide and I didn't waste any time pounding her hard and fast. She was soon almost screaming with delight, and I was moving in a certain way that I knew was going to work a treat. I kept my eyes on hers and I was amazed by the lust that was on display.

"Fuck me," she shouted, "Fuck me harder."

I tried to think about Sally in that moment. Tried to stop myself from doing what I was doing. But I just couldn't. I had a feeling in the pit of my stomach that Kelly had won. She'd gotten me to fuck her and now she was going to happily go home and tell her daughter. I felt awful somewhere deep inside, but when I remembered that I was fucking the hottest woman possible, Sally was no longer on my mind. And it was rather difficult to think about anything when I felt Kelly enjoy another climax.

"Oh fuck yes!" she cried out, "Oh fuck yeah. Give me that big cock, Mark. Fuck me all night."

I was ready to ask who she was and what she'd done with Kelly. This was not the same woman who had spent the past few weeks annoying the shit out of me and leaving me thinking that she hated my guts. And when she grabbed my head and dragged me down to kiss her, that had me fucking her furiously until I finally exploded inside her again, releasing a roar that all of my neighbours probably heard.

Our bodies barely stopped moving although we were now breathing heavily. She wrapped her legs around me, and when I finally lifted my head and saw a sweet smile on her face, it was such a reminder of her daughter that the guilt was almost overwhelming.

Pulling out and collapsing onto my back next to her, we continued to breathe in silence until she turned onto her side and was working on getting me hard again. I couldn't stop laughing to myself as she didn't say a word. Once she felt that I was hard again a few minutes later, all she did was slide up onto my lap and make sure my cock was buried inside her once again.

Watching Kelly ride me was one of the greatest experiences of my life. She had such a fantastic body, my hands exploring her, almost smiling as her hands grabbed my wrists to ensure I was fondling her breasts while she was riding me. She climaxed again and again while doing so. She only stopped riding me after she'd simply had too many, lying down on my chest. I didn't really know what to do before she said something.

"Cuddle me," she whispered so quietly that I barely heard it, "Please cuddle me, Mark."

She was polite. She used her manners. And we'd just had some fantastic sex. So I cuddled her. I felt her shuffle to get comfortable, my hard cock still buried deep in her pussy. I caressed her back and felt her shudder. I moved my hands down to her arse and appreciated how firm her cheeks were. She eventually lifted her head, her eyes sparkling as we shared one hell of a kiss.

Feeling that I was still hard, she slid off me and eventually had her arse raised in the air. I wasn't going to refuse the invitation. Within a couple of minutes, I was mounting her, pounding her for all I was worth. All she did was urge me on, beg for me, wanting as much of my cum inside her as possible. Nothing else mattered. There was nothing except her and me in my bedroom.

When I finally came yet again, my cock felt sore, and I knew that she probably was feeling it at the same time. I collapsed onto the bed, rolling onto my back as I felt her settle down next to me, eventually shuffling closer with an arm across my chest. I think we both fell asleep within a matter of minutes.

We slept for a couple of hours. I woke up and looked at her, thinking it was Sally for a brief moment. Then I remembered what I'd been doing and who it was.

"Fuck," I muttered.

She woke up with a beautiful smile. She left a soft kiss on my lips. "I'm hungry, Mark. What have you got in the house to eat?"

"No fucking idea right now."

She slid out of bed, and I just drank in her naked body. She walked over to my chest of drawers and eventually found the one that held my t-shirts. She eventually selected one that hung far enough down that it just about covered her arse. She turned back to me and smiled.

"Why don't I cook us something for dinner?"

"Um... Yeah, sure..."

"Your cum is still dribbling down my thighs, by the way. Come on, keep me company while I prepare something nice and simple."

I staggered out of bed, sliding into a pair of shorts. I walked into the kitchen to find her looking in the fridge and then the cupboard. She was the sexiest thing that I'd ever seen. She eventually asked if some bacon, eggs, beans and sausages would be a filling dinner. I just nodded rather dumbly. I was more confused than ever.

But I wasn't stupid. While she was preparing everything, I came up behind her. My hands moved underneath the t-shirt, caressing her body. And when my mouth found its way to her neck, she stopped what she was doing as she gasped.

"Let me fix dinner," she finally whispered, "Then we can carry on what we were doing before."

"Kelly... What are we doing?"

"You're fucking me better than anyone has done since before I was married," she replied softly.

"And why did you come over?"

"I honestly can't remember. Probably to bitch at you about something. I still don't think you're good enough for my daughter."

"Considering what we've just done, I agree completely."

She nodded, lowering her head. "And I've cheated on my husband." Then she snorted. "Husband. He hasn't fulfilled that title in years."

"I don't really want to ask."

What I didn't expect was for her to almost start crying. "He gave up on us," she finally whispered, "He gave up on me. I wasn't like this before. I swear to you that I wasn't like this. All I've felt for years is... I don't know."

I left the topic alone as she finished preparing dinner. We sat together at the same table that I'd fucked her over only a few hours earlier. The food filled a gap as I was ravenous while Kelly put away every morsel. We cleaned up together before she took my hand and led me back into the living room. Down on her knees, she lowered my shorts and asked me to sit back. Once I was, she didn't hesitate in taking my cock back in her mouth again.

"Jesus," I groaned, "I mean, I'm sure that I can cum again, but you're insatiable..."

She drew out the blowjob until I simply couldn't hold back my orgasm and I came in her mouth again. She kept all of it in her mouth before she smiled at me, a little cum dribbling down her chin, opening her mouth to show me the contents before closing her mouth and swallowing.

"You cum so fucking much," she stated, running her tongue up and down my shaft again, "It's been leaking out of my pussy since we got out of bed."

I knew what I wanted to do, leading her into the shower where we washed each other up and down, fondled each other constantly, and each kiss we shared was so incredibly passionate that I knew that we were both in trouble. Once we dried off, I made her giggle as I picked her up and gently threw her onto my bed. She spread her legs and giggled again as I licked my lips.

She'd shaved herself smooth and I appreciated that as I buried my mouth between her legs. Her taste was exquisite, and I used all of my experience to eat her pussy. Her hand soon moved onto my head as I had her moaning loudly. If she spoke to her daughter about our sex life, she would have already known that I loved eating pussy.

Once I had two fingers buried inside her and I was pleasuring her clit, there was nothing that she could do to stop one climax after another. Then I grinned to myself as I took those same fingers and started to play with her rosebud. I watched her eyes and the pleasure in them as I slid them inside her arse surprised me as she groaned even louder.

"Fuck yes," she moaned loudly, "Fuck yes. Right there, Mark. Right there... So good..."

The only reason that I stopped licking her out and fingering her arse was her begging me to fuck her again. Her legs ended up spread wide, knees hooked around my arms, her pussy sucking my cock down as deeply as possible as I fucked her hard. She was barely capable of speech as I wasn't taking it easy on her. After a warm shower and plenty of sex, we were both glistening with sweat once again.

We fucked for I don't know how long, just enough to get two more climaxes out of me, before I had to tap out and claim that I simply had nothing left to give her. If I tried to cum again, I'd only shoot dust. But Kelly was well and truly satisfied herself, cuddling into my side and admitting that her pussy hadn't seen treatment like that in decades.

I was woken the next morning by Kelly with her lips wrapped around my cock. I didn't say a word until she swallowed my load. I handed her my phone, leading to a confused look.

"Call into work. Tell them that you are sick today."

She smiled before dialling a number. "Linda? It's Kelly. Look, I'm not going to be in today. Yeah, I know it's busy, but I simply can't make it in today. Hand out assignments to Dave, Mike and Susan. I know. I know. Look, I simply can't. I'll be in tomorrow. Okay. See you tomorrow." She handed me back my phone and I placed it back where it was. "Do you have plans for me, Mark?"

I made my own call, chucking a sickie, something that most of the boys I worked with did at least once every couple of months. "I have plenty of plans for you, Kelly," I finally replied.

She left my apartment in the late afternoon. It would be fair to say that she staggered to her car. She was feeling as tender as I was. Standing by her car, I wasn't exactly sure what to say. She looked as awkward as I felt for a few seconds before I said, "Fuck it,' and I just kissed her. She kissed me back for a few seconds before we broke apart.

"Look, Kelly... I can't keep this sort of secret from Sally. I need to let her know so she can make the decision to break up with me. I wouldn't stay with me after this. I've just fucked her mother."

"Do you want to break up with her?"

"No. Despite what we've just done, Kelly, I still love her. But I can't deny the attraction that I have to you as well. You annoy the fuck out of me sometimes, but what happened last night was also something that I fantasised about."

"Come over tomorrow," she replied, "We'll tell her together. It will... God, I've loved every second since you bent me over that table, Mark, but the guilt at the same time... I just couldn't stop myself. I'm not going to say it was what I needed." She paused and then smiled at me. "Maybe it was the young man my daughter brought into my life that I needed."

"But you fucking hate me?"

"I never hated you. You reminded me of someone I knew long ago... And I couldn't handle it because it was a flood of very good and incredibly naughty memories. Trust me, if I hated you, I wouldn't have come around dressed like I was last night."

"You little minx," I said softly.

"I wasn't blind, Mark. Why do you think I dressed like that when you came around for dinner the second time?" She kissed me again, resting a hand on my chest. "We'll figure something out. I'll need to tell my husband. To be honest, I've been thinking about divorce for a long time. I haven't been happy in years. I have no real idea what he thinks. It's not like we talk anymore."

"And our conversations?"

She laughed. It was a delightful sound. "Oh, you give as good as you get. It frustrated the fuck out of me, but at least you stood up for yourself."

I watched her drive away, knowing that I'd just destroyed the best thing that I had going in my life. But I knew that I was a piece of shit. Hell, I knew people thought I was that based on my upbringing and my appearance. I'd just proven all of the naysayers right. Sally messaged me that night, letting me know that I had an invite to come for dinner the next night. I let her know that I'd be around after I finished work.

I could barely concentrate at work the next day. A few people noticed that I was off my game. I told them that I was having a little relationship trouble. I was soon getting plenty of advice from the happily married guys to those who had a different woman in their bed every weekend. At least they made me chuckle as the advice varied wildly.

After heading home for a quick shower and change of clothes, I drove over to Sally's home. Taking a deep breath before I got out of the car, each step felt like one taken to the gallows. The door opened and she greeted me with a sweet smile as always, a kiss on the cheek before taking my hand and leading me into the living room. I was waiting for the blindfold and cigarette before I heard the click of rifles and I was shot.

Kelly greeted me with a friendly grin before she gestured towards an armchair. I took it gratefully as Kelly sat next to her daughter. Although I wanted to take control of the conversation, I simply didn't know how. The idea that I was about to break her heart was breaking mine. She simply didn't deserve it.

"Sally, I need to tell you something," Kelly started, turning to face her daughter, "Early yesterday afternoon, I drove over to Mark's place because I wanted to talk to him about something."

"Oh. About what?"

"Pretty much about you and that I didn't really want him dating you any longer. I knew he wouldn't listen to me, but I wanted to give him my forthright opinion. It's safe to say that what we wanted to talk about didn't happen."

"Why?"

Kelly sighed though sat upright and didn't avert her eyes. "Sally, I treated Mark rudely before I'd even walked into his apartment. And I guess that Mark's patience ran out. He... He bent me over his kitchen, tore off my thong, and then proceeded to spank me numerous times."

Sally immediately started to blush. Her jaw dropped wide as she looked at her mother before she turned her gaze to me. She was shocked. All I could do was shrug. I had no real idea what to say.

"Okay," she stated quietly, "What happened then?"

"Before I continue, I need to explain something. Before I met your father, I had a lot of fun at university. No, I wasn't having group sex nor enjoyed gangbangs. But I had a couple of different lovers. One enjoyed rough sex." Sally's blush turned even brighter. "He loved to spank me. And he spanked me hard, particularly if we were about to enjoy or we were currently enjoying anal sex."

"Mum!" Sally cried out before she giggled.

"Please, Sally. I need to explain because maybe you'll understand. I found that I really enjoyed spanking. I also enjoyed it when he tied me up and left me helpless. He'd just use me for hours on end. My God, the orgasms that I'd experience each and every time. I haven't experienced anything like it in years now."

"What about Dad?"

Kelly sighed, glancing at me for a moment before her eyes returned to her daughter. "Look, your father was a sweetheart when I met him. He was a genuinely nice man. He wooed me and romanced me. And I loved the attention. I fell in love with him. We married, started our careers, started our family. But let's be honest, sweetheart. Your father has always been... timid, for want of a better word. He was always agreeing with me. He's rarely shown any real fight. And as time passed, I grew more frustrated with him. And don't get me started about our life in the bedroom. To be blunt, he's fucking boring. Missionary most of the time, I might ride him every so often. Doggy? No. Anal? Definitely not. I doubt he could spank me hard enough for it to hurt. And don't think that we haven't talked about all of this. The only time that I've ever seen him come close to getting angry was when he found a couple of my toys. It didn't help that they were bigger than his cock, and one of them was quite clearly used on my arse."

"Jesus, Mum," Sally whispered.

"Sally, I haven't had sex with your father in years. He rarely ate my pussy. I love giving blowjobs, but he never really wanted them. And the sex was so fucking boring that it eventually wasn't worth the hassle. And given that the romance between us had well and truly dried up by the time you were a child, that's why he eventually moved into another bedroom. Hell, at least I could masturbate to my heart's content once he was out of the bedroom."

Sally was silent for a few seconds before she asked, "Okay... So you went over to Mark's, and he ended up spanking you. I'm guessing more happened."

Kelly looked at me. She didn't need my permission to say anything. If she weren't honest, I would be. "Mark fucked me, sweetheart," Kelly stated bluntly, "I wanted him to fuck me. He spanked me so hard that my pussy was dripping wet by the time he was done. I wanted his cock. I needed his cock. I needed a man to just take me, feel him fuck me as hard as possible and then leave a fucking massive load of cum inside me. And Mark has such a lovely thick cock. I hadn't been stretched out like that since my days at university."

Sally looked at me for a moment, her eyes glistening and I knew her heart was breaking. The guilt was so bad that I was on the verge of throwing up. "Is that why you didn't come home last night, Mum?"

Kelly nodded. "After we fucked that first time, it was like something was awoken in me. I won't go into details... It was just... Sweetheart, it was some of the best sex of my life."

I think Sally smiled despite herself. She eventually looked at me. "Is what she is telling me true, Mark?"

"Every single word, Sally. I'm sorry. I know that means fuck all considering what I've done, and I hate myself for hurting you. It's my responsibility in the end. Kelly isn't to blame."

"Wrong, Mark. We are both to blame. We both chose to do it." She turned back to her daughter. "Sally, what I'm going to tell you now is one thing. I will be divorcing your father. I have been very unhappy for a long time. I should have divorced him long ago. My time with Mark was a wake-up call. I'm still young enough and hot enough to attract someone who will give me what I want and what I need. I will be honest with your father that I've been with another man. I won't tell him who. But I'll let him know that I broke our vows."

"Sally, if I were you, I wouldn't blame you if you wanted to break up with me right now," I added, "We've discussed these matters before, and I know what I did wasn't right." I stood up and met the eyes of both women. "Look, your mother has told us what happened. I already feel guilty enough about what I did. And I know that things are going to be difficult enough within your family. The last thing you need is me begging and pleading to be given another chance. I don't deserve one. All I know is that I do still love you. Funny way of showing it, I know. I'm self-aware enough to know it probably sounds like bullshit right now, but I still do. I'll get out of your hair now and simply wish you both the best."

Without another word, I walked outside and down to my car. I slid behind the steering wheel and glanced back at the door. I was surprised to see Sally standing at the doorway. I got out of my car and she ran down towards me. I was expecting her to slap the shit out of me, beat her fists onto my chest, and call me every rude name under the sun. What I didn't expect was for her to hug me tightly. She didn't say a word. And she cried. My God, she cried. It was bad enough that for the first time since I was a little kid, I nearly cried with her. I eventually leaned down and kissed her cheek, whispered that I would always love her, that she'd always have a little piece of my heart, before I let her go, got back behind the wheel of my car, and drove away.

I'll be honest in that I hit the bottle over the next few weeks. I hated myself. The guilt was horrific. I didn't tell too many people. I told my mother, and she tore strips off me. Called me a disappointment and a fucking idiot. Then she hugged me the next time that I saw her, said that I had more than likely learned my lesson, and that I should just get on with my life.

Everything seemed rather pointless without Sally. The light that had been in my life was gone. I focused on heading to work every day, focusing on my studies when I needed to, spent a little time with my mates though I was rarely in the mood, and usually just spent my time at my apartment feeling rather depressed.

It was at least three months later, and I was still feeling low when there was a knock at my apartment door. Since I hadn't heard from Sally, I no longer expected any visitors. Mum didn't really come to my apartment. My sister was a very rare visitor. My roommate had been home once or twice at most, usually just to grab some more clothes.

I opened the door to be greeted by two visions. Sally was smiling, wearing a gorgeous light blue sundress, her hair up in a ponytail, glasses on her nose, bare legs and cute little sandals on her feet. She looked as cute and adorable as she'd always been in my eyes. Next to her was Kelly. And she was dressed exactly as she knew how I liked it.

"Can we come in, Mark?" Sally asked.

I was dumbfounded and incapable of speech. I could just about move out of the way and gesture for them to enter. Both of them were wearing perfume. I had a feeling it was the same. The scent flowed up my nose and made me smile. Sally had always smelled good. I hadn't really paid attention to Kelly, particularly during that afternoon.

"Want a drink?" I asked as they sat apart on the couch.

"I'd love a glass of wine," Kelly replied.

"I'd love one too, Mark. Have you kept my favourite here?"

I had to glance away, blinking for a few seconds. Hell, I'd kept all of her favourite things in the apartment in the vain hope that she might one day come back into my life. Managing to nod, I poured each of them a glass though had nothing for myself, handing each of them a glass before I found myself sitting between them.

"Okay, I'm going to grab the bull by the horns. Why are you both here?"

Sally laid one hand on my right thigh. Kelly laid one hand on my left thigh. "We've spent the past few months talking about a lot of things, Mark," Sally replied, "I learned a lot of things about myself. I learned a lot of things about my mother. I learned a few things about my family as a whole. And I'm going to be completely honest. I've missed you terribly. And I'm still madly in love with you."

"What? You are?" I asked, no doubt with a look of utter shock on my face.

The smile on her face was incredibly sweet. "Of course. Don't get me wrong, I was very upset with what Mum told me. And I didn't exactly like you for a little while. Mum and I have had a lot of conversations these past few months. You know what you did was wrong. And I have no doubt that you're going to spend a long time making it up to me."

"I'm not going to say anything because that will just blow up in my face, but I can only apologise again. The guilt even at the time..."

"Don't worry. Mum assured me that she was feeling the same, but the sex was just too good, right?" She was almost teasing me. I was surprised considering the circumstances. "I understand my mother is a force of nature. The sort of woman who gets her own way. She didn't come over here that day hoping that you'd fuck her. She was hoping to push your buttons enough though... I don't think she expected to enjoy it so much that she would stay the night then actually call in sick. Mum never takes sickies."

She took both of my hands in hers. "Okay, Sally. I don't really know what you expect me to say."

"Nothing yet. Mum needs to tell you something now."

I turned to face her, Kelly placing both of her hands on mine with her daughter's. "I've begun the process of divorcing my husband. He moved out two months ago. I told him that I slept with another man. Want to know his reaction? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. He didn't get angry. He didn't get upset. He didn't shout and scream and throw things about. All he did was nod, thank me for telling him, and then he went back to his bedroom. That sealed it for me. He just didn't care. He showed absolutely no fight. He didn't even beg or plead. It was like it just didn't matter to him."

"Well, after meeting the man, I'm not really surprised, to be completely honest," I admitted.

"And now it's time to throw your head for a spin, Mark," she added, "What Sally and I want you to do is move in with us."

I'm sure my jaw dropped so low that it hit the floor. They both giggled at my reaction as I looked from Kelly to Sally to Kelly to Sally. "You fucking what?" I finally asked.

"I want you back in my life, Mark," Sally finally stated, "I know you look down on yourself for a number of reasons. And I know you made a big, big mistake. But we're all human in the end, and we all make mistakes. I know you think that I'm perfect, but I'm not. I make mistakes. But while we were in a relationship, I didn't have a ring on my finger and certainly wasn't your wife. Given that we hadn't made that sort of commitment, I had to ask myself. Did I still want you in my life? Could I trust you going forward? Did I still want to marry you? The answer to all three questions was yes. I would like to do a little therapy, but I want you back. But there was something else that I had to consider..."

"You woke something in me, Mark," Kelly whispered, "Something that had lain dormant for so long. And Sally realised that too. That's why we're going to share you going forward." I swear that I almost fainted. "We're not suggesting a life of threesomes. Sally is my daughter and, well, there are lines that neither of us wants to cross. But I've told Sally all the feelings that I was experiencing during that night and day together. I'll put it bluntly, Mark. No man has ever made me cum that hard so many times in a twenty-four-hour period."

I stood up and paced in front of them, running my fingers over my short hair. I looked at them more than once, both of them sitting with hands in their laps, smiling at me. "You're serious?" I finally asked, "You're not fucking with me in some sort of weird revenge, are you?"

"Absolutely not," Kelly replied, both of them getting to their feet. Before I knew it, I had two women hugging me tightly.

"We both want this," Sally added, "I've had a lot of time to think. I don't want this to change who I am. I want to remain the same girl that you fell in love with. That's why I want us to go to therapy, to get our relationship back on track. I've already forgiven you. I forgive you. But Mum... I'll put it bluntly, Mark. She really needs your dick. A lot. And she'll do things that I don't really do. I know that I don't really give blowjobs. You've never complained, particularly as you pleasured me all the time."

"You know that I loved doing it," I said softly.

"Mum loved sucking your cock, and I know she'll blow you all the time if you move in with us. I know you love my tight, little pussy. Mum has one too. She told me that you blew rather quickly the first time you fucked."

"Uh... Yeah, I did."

"And Mum loves anal. We've never done that, and I don't really like the idea. I know you had previous partners who enjoyed it. Mum really wants you to fuck her in the arse a lot."

"God yes. It's been far too long since I had a nice, thick dick up the back road."

I snorted at that description. "I mean, I want to say yes immediately. I'd be a monumental fucking moron to turn down such an offer from two beautiful women."

That earned me a soft kiss on each cheek from them both. "Then just say yes," Sally whispered, "Come home with us, Mark."

"Where will I be sleeping?"

"We can figure that out later," Kelly replied, "I'm used to sleeping alone, but I'm not going to turn down having company from time to time."

"The house will be redesigned. Two large bedrooms, each with an ensuite, large enough for you and me, and you and Mum," Sally added, "And a couple of other bedrooms for when we have children."

I looked between each of them again. "And you believe this will work?"

"It won't be easy," Sally admitted, "And I'll admit that I'll probably get jealous from time to time. But... I want to watch you with Mum. I want to see why it happened. And Mum wants to watch us because she thinks it'll be beautiful to watch."

I thought it was a crazy idea. I thought it was definitely going to blow up in my face. But as I gazed from one smiling face to the other, I knew that I'd be an absolutely monumental fucking idiot to decline the invitation. Would it work? No fucking idea. Was it worth finding out? Abso-fucking-lutely.

They were delighted when I agreed to move in with them. Kelly kissed my cheek and said that she would go home. Leaving me with Sally, we sat together on the couch and had a real heart-to-heart. She admitted that she still felt angry at times. I'd have to earn her trust again. She didn't want to hear me apologise constantly. She knew I was sorry. But she was also honest in that she almost understood in a way. Given our personalities, she figured that if I'd been single, Kelly might have ended up fucking me regardless.

We didn't make love that night. To be honest, I wasn't in the right frame of mind. Sally didn't want to leap into being intimate again too quickly. But as I held her in my arms as we spooned together in bed, I felt her shudder and I knew she was crying softly. Asking if she was okay, she turned her head and left a soft kiss on my cheek.

"Happy tears," she assured me, "I know what you think about yourself at times, but I've always felt safe with you. From the first time that I slept here, I felt safe."

Things were weird for me for the next few weeks as I organised moving out of my apartment. Sally and Kelly were both regular visitors. Having Sally around was just a reminder of old times, taking our time rebuilding our relationship. Whenever Kelly came around, I felt a little awkward even though I knew Sally was fine with it. I told Kelly rather bluntly that I wouldn't have sex with her again until I'd reignited the intimacy with her daughter.

My landlord was sad to see me go as I'd been a good tenant. My roommate was aware that I was moving out and simply moved in with his girlfriend. As I was moving in with Kelly and Sally, I didn't need to take much with me so anything that I could sell off, I did so cheaply. Most of the shit in my apartment was second-hand at best anyway.

Sally and Kelly were both ever so excited on the day that I handed the keys in for my apartment and moved in with them. The house had already been remodelled as they had started organising everything during the time they had been radio silent. No real surprise that most of my things ended up in Sally's room. Kelly made sure that the television I brought ended up in the living room.

"I know you like your footy and cricket," she told me, "I've never really been interested, but maybe we could all watch something when it's on?"

I didn't miss that Kelly was trying really hard with me. She was still incredibly blunt from time to time, but all I'd do was smile. She'd notice and then ask me nicely, and always by adding please or thank you. What Kelly learned is that I'd happily do anything for her as long as it was politely asked.

The first night in my new home, Sally took me by the hand, not too late in the evening, shut the door of our bedroom once we were inside, and asked if I was ready to make love again. I think that I tore off all her clothes, making her giggle away before I gently placed her on the bed, spread her legs, and devoured her. She knew how much I loved to make her climax while I was eating her pussy, and when we made love later, there were no tears. Only a constant smile on her face as she loved feeling my cock back where it belonged.

"This will work," she whispered as we slowly moved together, "We'll make it work, Mark. We both want you. I'll be your wife in the end. Mum... Mum will be your fuckbuddy for however long you want to be with her."

"You know that's only going to arouse me further?"

"Oh no! My boyfriend is going to want to make love to me for even longer. Whatever shall I do?"

It was only when we were finished with Sally cuddled into my side that I asked, "You'll be my wife in the end?"

"Mum mentioned that you were thinking about it."

"I was... I just wasn't sure if you would want that after everything."

"We still have work to do," she admitted, "But I know we can make this work."

The very next night, Sally amazed me by kissing my cheek and telling me that she was going to bed alone. Before I could say a word, she put a finger underneath my chin to shut my mouth, told me that I would eventually get used to it, and left me with Kelly.

She looked at me with a dazzling smile. "How about fucking your future mother-in-law?" she asked me.

"You going to want me to call you Mummy while we fuck?" I wondered.

"Oh, you can call me whatever you want as long as you fuck me into a coma, Mark."

"I'm guessing this relationship is based primarily on sex, but feelings will grow?"

That's when she blushed, moving over from her position on the couch to sit on my lap. She kissed me softly and smiled somewhat shyly. "I already have feelings," she admitted, "I had them the first night we were together. I knew when you were cuddling me that... Well, I knew that my marriage was over, that I might have fucked up things with my daughter, but I wanted you."

"I'm still trying to wrap my head around all of this."

"I know you are. Sally and I had months to talk about things. As Sally has no doubt told you, we can make this work."

I had learned during our only time together that Kelly loved being on her knees with my cock down her throat. Watching her head bobbing up and down would always be thrilling. The only thing I asked of her was to never ask me to compare her to Sally. They each offered different things. I tried to keep my groans somewhat quiet considering Kelly was ever so eager to suck me to completion. When I did finally cum, Kelly gulped it down like she was dying of thirst.

"Glad to see that I haven't lost any of my talent," she stated quietly, "Now are you going to pleasure your mother-in-law in return?"

"Oh, I'm going to feast on mother's pussy," I retorted. Her eyes lit up at the fact I didn't add the 'in-law'. Right then and there, I knew shit was going to get a lot kinkier from time to time.

Kelly wasn't quiet at all while I was eating her out. Sally was still a quiet lover though I hoped she would slowly come out of her shell if she heard her mother often enough. She begged me to eat her pussy. Begged me to make her cum. And when I had fingers in both her pussy and her arse, she went off like a rocket. The language that flowed out of her mouth would have been something that I would never have believed if I didn't know her better.

Then I fucked her brains out. There was very little love about what happened for most of the night. I treated her like a fuck toy. And she loved every single second of it. When she urged me on to fuck her even harder, I'd growl and give it even more. I thought she was about to snap my cock in half at least a couple of times considering how hard I was fucking her, yet her hips were meeting every single thrust.

"Can't wait until you fuck my arse," she groaned into my ear, her legs over my shoulders as I had her bent at quite the angle, "I'll start wearing a toy so I'm ready for you."

"Going to fuck my mother in the arse," I growled into her ear.

Just those words caused one mighty climax. She was definitely getting off on the fake incest. I have no idea what time we finished that night, much to our amusement, as we both had work the next morning. We were covered in sweat, and the sheets were, for want of a better word, soaked. But as she cuddled into me, she started to giggle.

"My God, Mark. You're going to ruin my pussy if we keep doing that," she whispered, "That's why you need to fuck my arse from time to time. And lots of blowjobs. You're going to learn that I absolutely love sucking cock."

"Are you going to want, you know..."

She lifted her head and smiled at me. "You mean what you share with my daughter?"

"Well... Yeah..."

The smile only broadened before she kissed me again. "Yes," she whispered, "I still need to be loved as well. Do you love me, Mark?"

"Yes," I whispered back.

She cried. It was quiet, and she didn't make a big deal about it, but when I whispered that I did love her, she cried. I told Sally every day that I loved her. If she weren't with me at my apartment, I'd send her a message every morning. She had always loved it. Being in love was a wonderful feeling. I wasn't going to tell Kelly that my feelings were different. I'm sure she would have understood anyway.

Kelly woke me up the next morning with a blowjob. And she wanted nothing in return, telling me after she'd swallowed my cum that she'd always wake me up with a blowjob after a night of fun together. After we showered together, we joined Sally in the kitchen for breakfast. She was now teaching first grade, a room full of six-year-olds. Kelly was the CFO (Chief Financial Officer) for a finance company. As we sat at the table, Sally was smirking over the edge of her mug at her mother.

"Okay... Okay... I know I'm loud," Kelly finally stated, a little embarrassed.

"Never heard you like that with Dad," Sally replied, humour lacing her tone, "I still love Dad. But even I knew that things were not really working with him."

"Your father was and is still a good man. I just didn't love him anymore. I hadn't for a long time." She then smiled at me. "And what I now share with Mark isn't just sex."

"I know that, Mum," Sally said, "Mark and I will go on lots of dates like we used to, but I expect that you'll want to go on dates too."

"I'd love to," Kelly whispered, "What do you think, Mark?"

"Would you like to go to the footy when the season starts again?"

Kelly laughed and I knew it was because she thought it was a fantastic idea. "I used to go all the time when I was at university. Sure, I'd love to go."

We all left at the same time as Kelly drove to the nearest metro station, parking her car and taking public transportation. Sally worked at a nearby school but always arrived early to prepare for the day. And I was always on site early as the earlier we started, the earlier that we finished. Giving each of them a kiss before they departed, the fact both whispered that they loved me had me grinning like an idiot. I waited until they drove away before I got into my car.

I had no idea what the future was going to bring. We each had a lot of work to do on ourselves and then with each relationship. It wouldn't be easy. It would be fraught with difficulties at times. But if we did genuinely love each other, then maybe it would be worth it in the end.

*****

Epilogue

Around a year later...

It was unusual that Kelly would say something that blunt. She was still the same woman in many ways, but she'd done a lot of work on herself and one thing she knew to do was to ask politely. All I did was look up from the book that I was studying and meet her eyes. Didn't glare. Just looked. She immediately walked around the table and sat on my lap, kissing my cheek.

"Sorry, honey," she said softly, "I mean to ask about the lawns. I was wondering if you were planning on doing them soon? I'm just worried about Saturday, and I know you'd want them to be perfect."

"Wednesday afternoon, when I get home from work. I already know what length I want the grass. I want it nice and green, but long enough that there's a slight cushion under people's feet. I'll do both lawns. I'll focus on the pool on Thursday given that I'm home all day. I can focus on a few of the minor jobs that need doing."

"Do you know what Sally is doing?"

"She's so nervous about Saturday that she simply needed to get away for the day. I called up her bridesmaids and asked them to take her out for the day. Whatever she needed to calm herself down."

"Are you nervous?"

"Honestly? Not at all. I'm grateful that she accepted my proposal. I know that once we tie the knot, we'll be together until death do us part."

"Well... Since we're here alone, want to fuck your mother?"

She still got off on the faux incest. Kelly found herself bent over the table within a couple of minutes. She'd approached me with something in her pocket. Lube was applied and she was delighted to feel my cock sliding into her arse. I never asked for anal as I knew she loved it so much that she would ask for it quite often. It was a hard, fast fuck. Nothing romantic about it at all. After leaving a load inside her, all she did was turn around, lower her skirt, give me a soft kiss and walk away, humming to herself.

She never wore panties around the house any longer. "My pussy will always be easy access for my man," she told me.

Sally called me later that evening as she was a little drunk and wanted to come home. She was waiting outside the club she was at when I arrived an hour or so later. I was greeted with a big, wet kiss on the lips before she cuddled into me. Her bridesmaids were there, all of them looking a little worse for wear.

"Preparing for Saturday or is this a last hurrah?" I wondered.

"I think we'll all be sensible come Saturday," her best friend replied.

I mowed the lawns on Wednesday after arriving home from work. Turned on the sprinklers once I was done watering them and the gardens. Sally was off from work as we made final preparations for Saturday. With each day that it came closer, I could see that Sally was becoming a nervous wreck. We had organised nearly everything ourselves. Whenever I had a moment, I'd give her a kiss and cuddle, assuring her that while it wouldn't be perfect, as only Sally was perfect in my eyes, we would still have a wonderful day.

We slept together for the final time as an unmarried couple on Friday night. We made love as always, Sally spooning back against me when we were finished, holding my hand to her belly. She'd already gone off birth control and we were hoping to start our family straight away. We had a serious discussion with Kelly before I proposed to Sally about what Kelly wanted. She assured me that she'd already had three kids and was perhaps just that little too old to realistically try. She was happy to play the role of grandmother when Sally eventually gave birth.

The ceremony the next day was for the early afternoon. It was at a nearby hall which had been decorated for us. The reception would be taking place back at home. As I stood waiting for Sally to walk towards me, I felt like a gorilla in a suit. It was a term that I'd seen before, and I felt like it applied. My best man was my former roommate, as he was my best mate. Sally didn't ask to have her brothers included. I had nothing in common with them.

Seeing Kelly walking towards me first as Sally's Maid of Honour made me smile. Sally's dress was absolutely gorgeous. She was on the arm of her father as she had wanted to give him the honour of walking her down the aisle. I had no idea about what her relationship was like with her father as I had little to do with him. I didn't feel guilty about what happened with Kelly any longer. I'd learned enough to know that the marriage was dead. What we'd done was just put the final nail in the coffin.

"You're beautiful," I whispered as I took Sally's hand.

"Scrub up nicely yourself, handsome," she replied softly.

Our ceremony was no different to any that we'd seen before. There were the vows. The exchange of rings. And then our first kiss as husband and wife. There were the obligatory photos afterwards as the bridal party came together. I didn't miss that Kelly and Robert didn't go near each other the entire time except for when a photo of the bride's parents had to be taken. My mother and sister were present. Kelly and my mother had actually grown rather friendly, and knowing Mum still struggled, Kelly offered to help with a dress for both of them. My relationship with my sister was also better. She had made it into university, was now living with a few roommates near campus, and she was just in a happier place.

The reception was a quiet affair. We had music playing though kept it sensible. There was plenty of food and drink available. There were the traditional dances. Sally danced with Robert. I danced with my mother and then with Kelly. The latter whispered incredibly rude ideas into my ear. Dancing with Sally... I'd never seen her look as happy as she did when gazing into my eyes as we danced to one of her favourite songs.

And during the reception, Sally and I disappeared for around twenty minutes to make sure that we consummated the marriage nice and early. And if she were honest about things, she was desperate to fall pregnant. She wanted to start our family as soon as possible.

After everyone buggered off home, Mum was one of the last to leave, seeing her cry for one of the few times that I could remember as she hugged me tightly, whispering that she was proud of me. It left me alone with my wife and mother-in-law. Sally handed me a box, a smile on her face, as we approached her mother.

"Mum... We need to do something for you too," Sally stated. I opened the box for Kelly to see what it contained. The tears were almost instant as I gently grasped her left hand and slid the ring onto the correct finger. "I'm his wife, Mum," Sally whispered, "But you are far more than just a fuckbuddy to him. You love him. He loves you. It can't be official, but I know you want to wear his ring too."

Kelly hugged her daughter tightly and cried. Sally cried too. Good thing that make-up running down their cheeks didn't matter any longer.

"So what's the plan tonight?" I had to ask.

Sally looked at me and smiled next to her mother. "Tonight, you go to bed with both of your wives, Mark. I'm hoping that we'll conceive tonight, and as for Mum, I think she needs to make love at least a couple of times. Does that sound good?"

Does that sound good? If I weren't living it, I would have pinched my arm and thought I was dreaming, waking up alone back at my old apartment. I took Sally's hand with my right, and I took Kelly's hand with my left, leading them towards our bedroom. It was a long night of lovemaking, and we later learned it was the night that Sally and I would conceive our first child.

I remember that Sally referred to her mother as the matriarch of the family. When Sally gave birth to our first child, the one word to describe Kelly was grandmother. The transformation was almost instant. She was... She was now a reminder of Sally. Just absolutely adorable.

Somehow, the arrangement worked. I still don't really know how it worked. I simply didn't push my luck. Sally was a little more assertive though she was still sweetness and light. Kelly could still be opinionated, argumentative and blunt during a conversation with me, but our grandchildren well and truly softened her. And as for me... They often called the place that I called home the lucky country.

I was probably the luckiest bastard alive.