Introduction
I married Alexandra because my mom told me too.
"Look at her," she told me, pointing across the restaurant at the buxom young woman, "Just sitting there, all alone, reading her paper. She's perfect."
"Mom, come on. I'm not that old yet, I don't need to be married."
"No, son, you, come on! She's perfect. Look at those lips. Those are lips that would keep your cock plenty satisfied."
"Mom, stop talking that way."
"Are you serious? Check her out. That rack is enormous; she can barely keep it all stuffed in that tiny little shirt of hers. And those hips could get me a whole litter of little grandkids. Trust me, son, that looks like a devious little sex fiend who could not only keep you happy for the rest of your life, but make you the father of countless little babies."
I groaned. It wasn't unusual for my mom to talk like this. She was a glamor model in high school, but then when she turned 18, she swiftly and amazingly got her barely legal body married to some lecherous old bastard, my rich elderly dad, and was able to get a baby and his entire will out of him before he croaked. So she quit modeling and lived with me off his money, traveling to exotic places and meeting all kinds of sexy exotic people. Right now, she was in a long career with Playboy, writing articles, though she had posed for them in the past too. All of my mom's life revolved around sex.
I didn't want to even go talk to Alexandra because I am just a shy kind of person, but she was forceful and I awkwardly maneuvered a phone number and a few months later, here I am with my sexy black haired bride.
My mom told me the night before that she was probably marrying me for money, and though part of me believed her, I just couldn't deny her when Alex looked me in the eyes and begged me not to ask her for a prenup. It didn't help that her dress plunged down her neck to give me an incredible view of her pushed up cleavage. I couldn't say no. So now that I've signed the papers, the end of our marriage means the end of my fortune.
My mom was furious. She said that since I was so careless with money in this relationship, it made our marriage a risk to her finances. Without her, I would lose my wife in some messy divorce, and both me and my mom would be broke. My mom, it seemed, thought of my marriage as literally her business.
The honeymoon did not go well. My mom called me immediately after, to ask.
"We only fucked once, mom," I told her, "And I couldn't even finish."
For me, even with a gorgeous girl like Alexandra, I just couldn't get hard. On the wedding night, she smothered me with her pillow-like tits for an hour before my cock was hard enough for penetration, and even then I only lasted a few minutes before I once again deflated. I just couldn't keep it up enough for a minx like her.
That night, I tried again to fuck my beautiful wife, but it was no good. She was angry at me now too, telling me about the countless guys she had fucked before, and how they had never had any trouble getting hard to cum inside her amazing curvy figure. I never wanted her more badly than I did then, but my body just wouldn't respond. I ended up on the couch, calling my mom late at night and crying to her. She hushed me and invited us out on the boat the next day, wanting to see us both, as a couple, to talk to us.
When we arrived, my mom was in a small yellow bikini, her youthful tan body exposed to the sun, and her own bouncy tits round and on display on the deck of the boat.
She urged us to relax, we would talk over lunch. My wife changed into a skimpy blue swimsuit, something that showed off her own equal bust and body, while I kept on my clothes and read a book in the cabin.
We began the day journey on the water, with just the three of us, and my mom's boat attendant, a Pacific Island crewman named Lester. After a morning of relaxing, Lester sat us at a table, and served lunch.
My mom wore a sun hat and cut her fish neatly.
"In my years in the adult entertainment industry," she began, "I've seen a lot of people fuck. And a lot of people fuck well. I've seen babies conceived before, if you can believe it. And every time, it was in a passionate animalistic session of fucking that left both partners exhausted and satisfied. Now, you seem to tell me that in your marriage, this is not the case?"
I nodded shyly, but Alex called out enthusiastically.
"This is in no way the case!" she yelled.
My mom nodded.
"Well," my mom started again, "What exactly do you think the problem is? Is it you, Alex?"
Alex shrugged. "I do not think it's me," she said, with a hint of meanness in her voice. She was being polite. Of course she didn't blame herself.
"Why not?" asked my mom, calmly.
"Well for one, I'm sexy as hell," Alex said.
"That's true," my mom coldly answered, "I've always thought that.
Alex glared at me angrily, as if I was supposed to say something. I kept quiet.
"Stand up, Alex," my mom instructed. She did.
"You are sexy," my mom continued, "But I've only ever seen you clothed. Right now, it's obvious to me that you have big perfect round titties, a flat pale stomach, big flirtatious eyes, and wide curvy hips. But could you take off the swimsuit?"
Alex waited no moment before she undid her top, letting her big round breasts fall out into the fresh sea air.
"Well, nothing wrong there," my mom concluded, reaching out and squeezing my wife's bouncy firm breasts with her hand, petting the big pink nipple and watching it harden.
Alex slipped the blue bottoms down her legs and threw them aside, exposing not only her tight shaved pussy, but her juicy round ass and buttocks.
My mom didn't even need to say anything, she just smiled at Alex and then at me.
"Do you think she's sexy, son?"
"Uhh, what mom?"
"Do you think she's sexy?"
I didn't know what to say. Of course I was blown away by this gorgeous naked woman I had married, her bountiful amazing body exposed in the fresh air before me like a marble statue.
"Uhhh yes," I finally said.
"Lester!" called my mom, summoning the obedient crewman from his quarters. He arrived quickly.
"Lester, do you think this woman is sexy?" my mom asked nonchalantly. Alex turned to face him, giving him a coy smile and shrugging her shoulders inwards so that her breasts dangled and bounced for a moment.
"Very much so, ma'am," Lester answered, staring closely at my wife's pale bare skin.
"Excellent, Lester, thank you. You may leave." Lester exited.
"It seems," my mom continued, "That we've concluded that Alex is very very sexy. Which she is. You can sit down, Alex." My wife didn't bother to redress; she just sat back down at the table.
"So, son," my mom said, turning to me, "It looks like you're the problem." I gulped.
"Umm," I started, getting nervous at my mom's correct accusations and my wife's cold glare, "Yes."