Okay, so let me catch you up, if you don't know already.
About a year ago, I was dating Alice, my girlfriend, when I decided I wanted to break up with her.
It wasn't anything she had done wrong, I just wanted to see what my options were, I was a young twenty year old, and I just wasn't ready for a relationship yet.
However, her beautiful, tall, blonde hair mother found out before I could do it, and using sex to persuaded me, she changed my mind.
So, I stayed with Alice, and everything was okay, until six months ago, when she suggested we should find a place of own, and live together.
I wasn't ready for that kind of commitment yet, so I managed to persuade her to give it a while longer, before we did anything like that, but, once again, her mother found out, and once again, using sex, changed my mind.
So, now, here I am, six months later, living with Alice in a small apartment we call our own.
I guess things weren't too bad, between our jobs, and socialising, we only spent a small portion of the week actually together, which meant, in a way, I still felt like I had my freedom, so that was good.
However, on a peaceful Sunday afternoon, her parents had invited us out to lunch, and as we sat in that very nice, upmarket restaurant that used to be an old mill beside the river, Alice glanced around curiously.
I quickly noticed what she was doing, and after a moment, asked "What's the matter?"
"Oh, nothing." My girlfriend replied casually, before adding "I was just thinking, wouldn't this be a great place to have a wedding reception in?"
She then looked at me with a big smile, and instantly inside my head, I began screaming in horror.
This was what I had been terrified of the most, the final nail in my coffin, the ultimate sacrifice of freedom, the shackles of marriage.
So, as I tried to think of an appropriate response, I glanced over at Mrs Moore, my girlfriend's mother, and she just stared sternly back at me, waiting for me to respond.
Now, I knew what she would want me to say, what I was expected to say, but, I just couldn't, I just couldn't do it.
So, instead I replied nervously "Sure. But... we don't know anyone getting married?!"
I then, instantly sighed in relief, inside my head, as I had hopefully dodged that horrifying bullet, and as I relaxed, I noticed my girlfriend's face turned to an awkward smile, and her mother's look very furious.
The rest of the lunch was an awkward swing between silence, and cheerful conversation from her father, who seem blissfully unaware of what was going on in front of him.
Anyway, after lunch, we headed back to our place, and I just prayed, there wasn't going to be any more talk about marriage.
Fortunately for me, there wasn't, until the next day, when just after Alice had headed out to work, I was settling down to a morning of gaming, as I had the day off again, but, just as I was getting comfy on the sofa, the front doorbell chimed, and I got up to answer it.
Stepping over to it, I opened the front door, and to my horror, I saw Mrs Moore staring sternly back at me, in a white flowery summer dress, and matching high heels.
Before I could say anything, my girlfriend's mother placed a hand against my chest and pushed me back into my apartment, and as I staggered backwards, she marched in.
Slamming the door behind her, she continued to push me back, until I tripped over one of Alice's discarded shoes, and tumbled back onto the living room floor.
I had barely hit the carpeted floor with a thud, before Mrs Moore then straddled me, before swiftly sitting down on me, and leaning over menacingly into my face.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" she then asked angrily, looking me right in the eyes.
I stared up at her nervously, and tried to reply, but only managed to mumble "I um. Um. Um."
Mrs Moore then asked firmly "It was so obvious what my wonderful daughter was asking you yesterday, why didn't you give her the correct response?"
"And that would be?" I replied nervously back, trying to pretend I didn't know.
Mrs Moore glared at me angrily, and then replied "My wonderful, beautiful daughter, was asking you if you wanted to get married, and the correct response was, yes! Yes, Steve! Yes!"
"But, I'm not ready for marriage!" I replied unhappily back.
Mrs Moore angrily stared at me, and then asked "Do we need to have another talk, Steve? Is this what we have to do, again?"
"Mrs Moore, please. I'm just not ready for that kind of commitment!" I pleaded back.
"Wrong answer, Steve!" she replied sternly back.
She then shifted herself back, until she was sat over my bulge, and once she was sat on top of it, she started to rock back and forth against it.
I instantly let out a moan of pleasure, as I felt her warm crotch, rubbing against my jogging bottom covered genitals, before she said calmly "Now, Steve. This is very simple, all you have to do is ask my daughter to marry you? And this mistake can all be forgotten about!"
"Mrs Moore. Please. I don't want to!" I replied meekly back.
Mrs Moore glared angrily again, and then continued to rub against my bulge. "Steve. Now, think about what you are saying. Do you really want to defy me?" she replied back.
I didn't, but at the same time, I really didn't want to be married either, so, again I said "Mrs Moore, I just don't want to get married yet!"
Mrs Moore then started to really grind harder against my growing bulge, and once again, I had to moan out in pleasure, before she said "Oh, Steve. You're not giving me much choice here! You are going to marry my daughter, or I'm going to make you, which is it?"
"Can't we just live together, for a while longer?" I replied back, hoping she might accept that as an alternative.
"Wrong answer, Steve!" my girlfriend's mother replied angrily back.
She then lifted up off me for a moment, placed her hands on my jogging bottoms, and then yanked them down, exposing my almost fully erect cock.
Then without hesitation, she promptly sat back down on it, and it was only then I realised, under her little flimsy dress, she wasn't wearing any underwear.
Her warm soft bald pussy pressed down against my bare thick dick, before she then started to slide it along the length of my shaft.
We both then let out a moan of pleasure, as her pink moist lips rubbed up my thick firm member and then back down again, before Mrs Moore then said "I can't believe you're making me do this again, Steve? It's like you want me to do this!"