I’ve been dating Sarah for four years now. She’s everything I ever wanted—gorgeous, sharp, a slender blonde with a laugh that stops time. We’ve been in love for what feels like a lifetime.
One Saturday afternoon, I swung by her place. Her mother, Mrs. Robinson, opened the door.
— Where’s Sarah? — I asked.
— She’ll be back any minute, — she replied with a calm, welcoming smile. — Why don’t you come in and wait for her in the living room?
I agreed and made myself comfortable. Mrs. Robinson offered me some coffee, and we sat down at the kitchen table. We started talking about my relationship with Sarah, though “talking” isn’t exactly the right word. She was the one conducting the interrogation; I was just trying to keep up.
Then, she hit me with a question that caught me completely off guard. She started asking about our sex life—and my history with other girls. She wanted to know, in detail, just how experienced I really was.
For a moment, I just sat there, face burning, struggling to find words. Then, my future mother-in-law asked me to take off my clothes. She claimed she needed to give me a “physical evaluation.” I knew she worked as a head nurse at the local clinic, and I figured she was just being overprotective—making sure her daughter wasn’t dating someone “unclean.”
I resisted at first. I told her it was inappropriate, that I wasn’t comfortable. But she was relentless.
— If you don’t let me do this, — she said firmly, — I’ll make sure Sarah never sees you again.
That was the clincher. I couldn’t lose Sarah. I gave in, stripped down to my boxers, and waited.
Mrs. Robinson stepped closer, her eyes scanning me from head to toe. She began to check my arms, my neck, my chest. Then, a jolt of electricity shot through me as I felt her hand slide inside my waistband.
She looked me dead in the eye, without a hint of hesitation.
— My goodness, it’s huge, — she whispered. — I definitely need to examine this. We can’t have you passing anything on to my daughter.
Before I could even process what was happening, I felt her mouth on me. From that point on, everything became a blur. We ended up having intense, frantic sex for the next three hours. I completely lost my mind in the heat of it.
After we finally finished and the adrenaline died down, we started talking. It turned out Sarah wasn’t coming home at all. She had gone away for the weekend to visit her grandmother in the countryside. Mrs. Robinson had seen an opportunity and played me perfectly.
I’m still dating Sarah, but I haven’t stopped seeing her mother behind her back. Mrs. Robinson is experienced, high-energy, and honestly, she makes me feel incredible.
I still love Sarah, and I’m still planning to marry her. But I can’t help wondering what our married life is going to look like. Her mother is always going to want me—and considering how comfortable I am with the arrangement, I don’t see myself saying no.
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