The weekend Marilyn spent with mother and I evolved into a week. Then into Marilyn partially moving in with us. My preparation for being married to Marilyn at mother’s direction had to accelerate quickly. Helping her prep and pack for the move, learning how the many things for moving worked (logistics, utilities, financial things, cash flow). I took to it quickly and Marilyn was grateful and surprised. It was only in the not busy moments that I disappointed her, and as my eyes opened I would ask questions. If i can do this or that why do I have to be a mamas boy, why cant I move out and live on my own if mother is weary of the burden of caring for me, I like Marilyn and she is very attractive, why cant we date and do this like a normal couple? Some of those questions got giggles and smiles, but if either of them got short because I was asking questions, I ended up being spanked over it. Only by Marilyn, mother did not spank me. If I seemed annoyed or pouty or stubborn, Marilyn would occasionally spank mother making me watch. Mother would get lectured qt those times about how she should have coddled me less and disciplined me more, how she made a mistake in only relying on her breast and her hand on my p**** to control me. But at those times Marilyn would also address me by reminding me it was my fault that mother was going through this and to not kid myself that I was not going to get it next and for longer. But Marilyn always then forgave us and let us have a break to recover, giving us back our time with me at mothers breast. But not alone. Mother had not let Marilyn and I be alone and now Marilyn would not let us be alone. But then Marilyn crossed a line with mother and the dynamic shifted a great deal.