Mommy in law

Rebeccah's bright, smiling face peers at you from your computer screen, flushed with excitement.

"Okay, here's my mom. Don't mess this up!"

Rebeccah laughs as she says the "Don't mess this up!" part, letting you know she is joking. It doesn't seem funny to you though. This is dead serious. You are about to ask the love of your life's mother for her blessing and your heart is pounding in yoiur chest.

The camera moves to the side and a woman comes into view. You can see that Rebeccah resembles her mother right away, but where Rebeccah is slim and blonde, her mother has long chestnut hair, styled, and swept back from her face, and deep cleavage is visible as she leans toward the camera. You realize she is beautiful. She has perfect makeup, her red lips outlined perfectly, and huge dark eyelashes. She even has a beauty mark just below the corner of her plump, red lower lip. Her eyes are a deep, seductive green, while Rebeccas are a pretty pale blue.

You think to yourself that Rebecca hardly wears any makeup, not that she really needs any, but the sight of her mother leaves you tongue tied and blushing. Your fiance's mother knits her brows the tiniest fraction and gives a pretty pout.

"I thought you had something important to ask me." Her voice is rich and resonant.

You can't tell if she is teasing you or not. You're too flustered.

"Well, yes," you say. "I want to, I mean, I would like to as you something very important."

You realize you are rambling and take a deep breath.

"I would like to ask for you to give me your blessing to marry your daughter ma'am!"

You blurt it out and as it comes you realize it is hardly even English. Rebeccah's mother laughs, showing her perfect white teeth, and dimples at the corners of her mouth.

"Oh, you are so precious!" she exclaims. "But I think you may be putting the cart before the horse."

"I have a few questions first, if you don't mind."

Rebecca's mother starts to gently interrogate you, first asking simple questions about how you and Rebecca met, and how you feel about her daughter, and what you plan to do for work. She wants to know about the details of your K1 visa and green card. How quickly you will be working in the U.S. Quickly though, she is asking more probing questions about your family and friends, and your likes and dislikes. You realize your armpits are damp. Rebecca's mother starts asking even more personal questions.

You feel like a mouse cornered by a cat. She is clearly enjoying herself, a little smile curling the corner of her mouth. The questions start simple. Favorite food, tv shows, books. Favorite subject in school, least favorite. How many friends do you have? What are they like? How many girls have you dated? What happened to them? Do you watch porn?

Wait, what?

"Mom! Isn't that a little personal?" you hear Rebeccah exclaim from off-camera.

Rebecca's mother just turns her head and gives her daughter a look which you can't quite read. Rebeccah is silent.

"These things are important, please answer my question," says Rebecca's mother. The playful smile is gone and her green eyes are boring into yours through the screen.