People often look shocked when my wife calls me m*********** commonly and casually. It is a joke between us and entirely because of her. We are both adventurous and have deep seated issues from our childhoods, and while sometimes they have arisen as role play subjects spontaneously during s**, we roll with them in the moment and will later have a solid conversation after to make sure that we can express and accomodate the needs in each other. So between my mommie issues and her daddy issues, sometimes s** can take some pretty big left turns and can become immersed very deeply in whatever rabbit hole we need on the fly. Sometimes we recognize some subtle behavior in each other that tells the other that one of us is needing some check out of everday and the norm, and proactively pull the other into a deliberate role play experience. Other times, it is a hint to the other that we are wanting to enjoy such a moment for the mind f*** of it not just accomodating each other’s needs or desires. But it is still entirely on her that she calls me m*********** so casually yet so intimately. It is a sign of affection as well as a tease or flort that always makes me smile but as I do with her, it also goes straight for our libido. But her calling me m*********** is special even on that level. She had made the occasional comment that my widowed mother seemed lonely or cranky. It was not offensive to me, it was true. And my wife gets along well with my mother, adores her, despite my mother being possessive or selfish or jealous about my love for and prioritization of my wife over my mother. After a few years of marriage, when making an obligatory visit to my mother on Mother’s Day, my wife made a comment on the drive over that if my mother was bitchy or rude that day, she was going to make a scene. She said it jokingly and I understood, my mother had been running in a fouler mood than usual after the last holiday season. Sure enough my mother managed to gently push ny wife’s button and my wife said, seriously but not aggressively to her, that she needed a man in her life/to get laid. It was not said on a hostile way but my mother began softly crying and my wife went into immediate apology and caring mode. She sat next to my mother and hugged her and when she was done crying my mother apologized and thanked her for giving her the shoulder to cry on. My wife gave her this sort of awkward speech about letting my mother know how much she was appreciated for having raised me into who I was that made my wife value me as a husband, and told my mother than she wanted her to have the best day possible in return. My wife then pulled me to my feet and without a word began u********* me. I was a little freaked out and my mother was sitting there silently stunned and suddenly I realized what my wife was up to. It was not a slow seductive u*********, it was very rapid and I was standing n*** to my wife and mother. My wife took my mother’s hand from over her eyes and said that this was her gift to us both but especially to my mother for her day. My mother was understandably trying to not look and was bright red but my wife told her to look for her own eyes, that the perfect man she needed was right there for the taking with her willing blessing. Even I was surprised by how my mother began to look at me, and it is not like I have a flawless body or a p*** star c***. My wife told my mother to take a good look at her perfect man, and my mother looked with what I did not at the time realize was her expression of desire. My mother protested that I could not possibly find her desirable, and my wife told her she could prove otherwise. She pulled my mother to her feet and stepped behind her to undress her from behind and my mother stood there helplessly, completely stunned and unable to move. My wife undressed her as quickly as she had me, and my mother was shy and embarassed but my wife stood beside her and put her arm around her shoulder and suggested that she let my body speak for itself. And my mother watched as I grew erect looking at her bare. Not like my mother looked like a p*** star either but she was lovely as most mature women are in all the right ways. Then my wife began to speak to my mother softly, telling her that clearly I found her desirable and wanted her. She took my mother’s hand and placed in on my c***, and took my hand to my mother’s breast. The reactions in both of us were immediate and we embraced and were kissing and petting as if it were the most natural thing in the world. My wife took each of our hands and led us to my mother’s bedroom. She told us to relax and explore each other and that she would be with us the whole way. It was slow and hesitant for us both but we learned how each other enjoyed being touched. The hunger grew and my mother was lost in it and rolled onto her back, knees up and parted, and I knelt between her thighs. But my mother suddenly froze and looked at my wife, sitting on the bed next to us smiling and the only one still clothed. My wife stretched out alongside my mother and reminded us that this was her gift to us both. She told me to remember to try to last for my mother, then told my mother that I might not last long but that I recover quickly and that this was not a one time gift. But then my wife warned my mother that she was a jealous woman, and that I still belonged to her as her husband, that she was willing to share but not surrender her ownership of me
Then my wife reached down and took my c*** in her hand and guided me into that first slow gentle entry. My mother and I both gasped and then I gently slid fully into her. My mother arched her back and cried out, and I could only mutter curses and struggle to not c** immediately. My wife simply laid her head on my mother’s shoulder and looked up at me, saying she had been trying to imagine my face in this moment for a long time. She then gently cupped mother’s breast and told us to learn to move together, and it was physically and emotionally overwhelming. My mother was moving urgently under me and whimpering and my wife reminded me that it would be okay to let go this first time. I began to gently make short thrusts staying deep and my wife could tell I was helpless to hold on. She reached up and locked her fingers in my hair and told me “c** in your mother for ME” and that was all it took. My mother wrapped her arms and legs around me and burst into tears as we both felt me twitching inside her. My mother and I both lost it emotionally for a bit as my wife lay there talking to us and gently petting us both as we sobbed and tried to breathe. My mother had to let her legs down and my wife gently pulled me off her, then told me to look down at my own sperm dripping out of my mother. She told me that mother still needed me and that I knew what I needed to do for her, and slowly pushed my hewd down. I buried my face in her, greedily devouring her and tasting myselg as much as my mother. My mother was shaking as I ate and drank deeply from her, paying no attention to her repeated pleas for a break but I kept going like I was starving. Finally my wife pulled my face from my mother and aggressively shoved her tongue in my mouth moaning at the taste. The act set me on fire ane I wanted more and tried to lay on top of her but she resisted, saying that her time would come and that this was about my mother. She pushed me back and wrapped her mouth around me and shocked me with how quickly my c*** came alive again. Even for me this was far faster than usual. I closed my eyes and floated in the sensations….my wife was quite fond of oral attention to my balls…but I felt movement on the bed and saw my mother move alongside me and rest her head on my shoulder and watched my wife passionatelu worship me back to life. My wife noticed and looked up smiling at us, then suggested my mother come down and join her, but my mother seemed unsure. My wife then suggested my mother lie back again, and pulled me into mother again, and told me to make her proud of me. I began to slowly grind into my mother as my wife lay alongside my mother again amd watching my face as I fucked her slowly and well. It seemed endless as I watched my mother move under me and learned her movemens and facial expressions as her body remembered what it wqw capable of, but as always my wife could tell from my face when I was about to fall off the cliff, and asked my mother if she wanted her son to c** in her again, and it was fresh sobbing as my mother reached to my hips to hold me into her as I watched my mother’s joy as I came so hard and long inside her. I had to slide off exhausted and my wife immediately slid between us and pulled up tightly against me and cupped my balls tightly, and whispered in my ear to remember who they belong to. My wife let us both catch our breath and suggested that I spoon my mother as she spooned me in turn, and that we allow ourselves a nap. When I woke.my wife was still holding me from behind and telling me that my mother was in the shower, and that she had said my goodbyes for me. It felt odd and dirty to leave that way but my wife assured me she and my mother had talked and that it was fine but also what my mother needed right now. As I drove us home my wife talked and I listened. It made sense and she was thrilled for both of us. That she did not feel jealous and would be ok occasionally sharing me. As we walked in our own door my wife told me I owed her and led me to the shower because she had no regrets but needed me to f*** her without the smell of my mother on me. Even for her, the level of possessiveness and reclaiming of what was hers was aggressive and a record setter. Even when it was time for me to c** in my wife, she was looking up at me and telling me…..remember this p**** owns you….remember who you belong to….never f*** your mother unless I say so. And told me she still expected to get her mommie role play time too. Then she hit me with what she knew would hit hardest, told me to f*** her like a man and c** for my wife. As if I could ever do otherwise.