Your life as a wife

Your life as a wife is a bit strange. Techincally you aren't legally married to Eric's father, but then again Eric calls you mother and Eric's father calls you wife. It took you longer how to figure out how to fit into the dresses that Eric's father brought you and how to walk around in heels. Eric's father insisted on it.

Your days consisted of cooking and clearing, taking care of chores, and your nights consisted of three way fuck sessions with Eric's father and mother. Eric's father mostly enjoyed taking you in the ass so much that Eric's mother started to get a bit jealous, and soon they had divorced.

Eric took it a bit hard, but his father didn't really mind. In his mind, you were his true wife, and Eric was your son.

"Does that mean my own son sucked me off?" You joked, but Eric's father just shrugged and smiled.