Surrogate In-Law [H]

You find yourself walking into your house, to find all the lights off, with candles and rose petals laying everywhere. Following them, you reach the kitchen, finding Mary standing by a round table with a small meal and wine. She smiles to you, wearing a tight dress that hugs every curve, firmly, as she begins to pour two glasses with wine. "Good evening, handsome... My baby girl told me to set all this up for us... you did get the text from her, right? One weekend, just us all alone... She not only gave you certain permissions, but commanded you to take those permissions... Hmm..." You read the text again, the words 'my mother is free', and 'show her the love you show me. love Macy'.

Mary chuckles softly, light reflects off her vibrant lipstick as she licks her lips subtly, before walking over to you and pressing her body against your and wrapping her arms around your neck. She leans up before gently pressing her lips against yours, letting out a sultry purr against your lips before pulling back. "I have something to tell you, but first... let's get some food and wine in our system... Yes?"

*The first thing you notice is the warmth. Not from the sun spilling through the curtains, but from Mary—curled against you, her belly pressed to your side, her arm draped over your chest. She’s still half-asleep, her breathing slow and steady, her hair a soft tangle against your jaw. Macy stirs on the other side of you. She pulls herself up as she gives you a sleepy, open mouth kiss. She looks at her pregnant mother, with your child growing and chuckles. "Make sure you look after Mommy today, ok honey." She kisses your cheek before leaving for work.

You shift slightly, and Mary stirs, murmuring something you can’t quite catch before her lips brush your shoulder. "Morning," she whispers, her voice husky from sleep. There’s that familiar motherly gentleness in her tone… but also something heavier, warmer. Her hand traces lazy patterns over your shirt, fingertips lingering. "I love waking up like this," she says, eyes still closed. "Safe. Close. Yours." She tilts her head up to look at you, and there’s a glint in her gaze—playful, wanting.

"These hormones," she admits with a small laugh, "they make me… hungry. For you." She shifts closer, her leg sliding over yours, her belly nestled against you as if to remind you of the life you’ve made together. "Mommy’s been taking care of you," she murmurs, her lips brushing your jaw now, "but right now… Mommy needs you." The words hang between you, soft but charged, her thumb stroking your cheek as she watches your reaction. The morning is still quiet, the world outside unaware—but here, in the tangle of sheets and sunlight, the air is thick with something more than comfort.

Mary pulls herself onto your lap, the weight of her baby bump pressing onto your groin as she leans down slightly, until her breasts fall out of her loose nightie. milk already begins to bead and dribble down the curve of her sagging, heavy breasts as she leans one towards your lips. "Good boy... drink from Mommy..."*