Sex, obviously, but you also have a question for each of them

While waiting for your mom to get home, something occurs to you. You don’t need to use the Blessing of Aphrodite to help her get into the shape she wants. She has to do what you say. If you tell her to count calories without cheating and get regular exercise, she’ll get into shape naturally.

Your mother gets back from shopping before Abbie comes home from her exam. You’re ready to talk to her about it. “Hey, Mom, let me see your phone for a little bit. I found something online that I think will help you out with your diet.”

She hands it over to you right away. “That’s so thoughtful of you, Honey,” she says smiling warmly. She hugs you tight and gives you a soft kiss on the lips.

After enjoying the feeling of your mother’s warm body pressed against you for a few moments, you pull back enough to open her phone. You download a calorie-counting app. You ask her her goal weight and plug it into the app. “Just enter everything you eat, and keep under the calorie goal every day. Be sure to eat healthy meals, don’t starve yourself. Do that, walk every day, and do some strength training every other day, and this says you’ll be down to your goal in about a month and a half.”

“Thank you!” your mom says beaming as she takes the phone back from you. “I so want to be slim and sexy for you.”

Your hand slides down to her ass and you grab her buttock. “You’re already very sexy, but if you’ll be happier weighing less, I want that for you.”

You take your mother’s hand in yours, then settle down on the couch and guide her to sit next to you. “Mom, what would really make you happy?” you ask, taking a serious tone. “Tell me the truth. Before all this — before we started to realize our feelings for each other. What would you have wanted your ideal relationship with a man to look like?”

“Honestly, I would have been happy to be an old-fashioned housewife and mother, with a husband who took the lead,” she tells you. “I never really got the chance to just be domestic, and keep a pleasant home for a man to come home to. I never had time to do all the homey things I wanted to, and didn’t have a husband to do them for. I want to be helpful, useful. One thing I enjoyed about being with your father was that he took charge. He made it clear what he expected from me. I didn’t have to concern myself with the big decisions, I followed his lead.”

You take her face in your hands and press your lips to hers, in a long, languorous, sensuous kiss. “I’d do my best to be a good old-fashioned husband for you,” you tell her. “When Abbie and I have jobs and are making enough money, you can quit your job and keep a home for us.”

“I don’t know if I’d quit,” she says. “I might keep working part-time, to contribute financially, but I’d love to be able to focus on giving you a welcoming, comfortable home.” She puts her arms around you, leans into you, and nuzzles her face into your shoulder and the side of your neck.

You stroke your hand up and down her back, then stroke her hair. “You know what would really make me feel welcome and comfortable right now?” you ask, grinning at her. “A sexy woman getting naked for me.”

Your mom smiles wide. “Will you settle for a chubby, middle-aged woman getting naked for you?” she asks. She stands up, slips the dress off her shoulders, and lets it drop around her ankles.

“There’s no settling needed, Mom. You’re gorgeous,” you tell her as she unhooks her bra and uncovers her full, round tits. You reach out, hook your fingers under the waistband of her panties, and tug them down.

Once she’s naked, your mom moves onto the couch, straddling your lap with her knees on either side of your legs. You slide your hands up her thighs to cup and knead her buttocks. Your lips find her nipple, and you suck it softly. You can feel it stiffen in your mouth. You hear her gasp. She arches her back to press her big, soft breast against your mouth. Her fingers clench in your hair.

You’re groping your mother’s ass and suckling on her tits when Abbie comes in the front door. “Looks like you two managed to have fun without me,” she says with a giggle. She practically skips over to you, pulling her crop top off over her head as she comes. When she reaches the couch she pushes her shorts down. She kneels on the couch next to you, bending over to kiss you hungrily, her tongue exploring your mouth and swirling around yours.

You slip one arm around your sister, while your other hand keeps a grip on your mom’s buttock. When Abbie’s mouth leaves yours, you ask her, “How’d the test go?” She doesn’t answer right away, since she’s already kissing your mother passionately.

“I think I did OK. We’ll know next Wednesday when grades come out,” she says, panting slightly.

You pull the two women down to sit on the couch, one on either side of you. You kiss your mother softly, then turn to Abbie and kiss her tenderly kiss on the lips. “I asked Mom this already. I want to know what would make you happy. Tell me the truth. Weeks ago, before you thought about being with me, what did you think a perfect relationship for you would look like?”

Abbie bites her lower lips and blushes. “It’s a little embarrassing saying this in front of Mom, but you want the truth,” she says. “I, I wanted to be controlled. I’ve always fantasized about being made into a pet or a ****. Existing only to serve and please a Master who can make me do anything.”

“Thank you for telling me,” you say to her. Your hand slides behind her neck and you pull her to you for a longer, more forceful kiss. Abbie presses her naked body against you. Her hand strokes up your thigh, then over the bulge in your jeans. Your cock strains at the touch.

Your mother says softly, “Don’t be embarrassed, Sweetheart. you shouldn't feel like you have to hide anything around me. It’s a very sexy fantasy and with the right man, like Dave, it sounds like a beautiful way to live.”