The Surrogate Wife
2019 Sethp All rights reserved. Seth's mother-in-law moves in to replace his late wife. This was a quick little very short story. Unedited and quick. Don't be too harsh on it! Hope you enjoy it!
Surrogate; to be put into the place of another as a successor
Seth sat alone in the garage, again. He had meant to work on his motorcycle, but once he settled onto his wooden stool by the workbench, he was unable to move. He'd been unable to do much of anything for months. The sudden death of his wife had shattered him. He hadn't been into work in weeks, and was barely keeping it together for his children. They had lost so much already, Seth had to make sure they didn't lose him too. But as he sat there in the still space of the garage, he knew the truth. He knew he was inadequate for the job of single parent. He was barely a man any longer.
The doorbell rang.
"What...who the fuck is it at this time of night?" Seth grumbled as he went into the house and to the front door, irritated at being disturbed from doing nothing.
He pulled open the door and froze.
"Catherine?" He asked stupidly, as he stared at his mother-in-law.
"Oh good, you didn't turn into a full retard. Maybe there's hope for you," she said, with a little too much acid on her tongue.
"No... I mean...what are you doing here?" he asked.
"I'm here to help. Can I come in?" she asked, but pushed past Seth, into the house. "There are two more bags by the sidewalk that you could get for me. I'm going up to say hi to the kids." Then she was up the stairs.
Seth stood in the doorway, mindlessly, for a minute before forcing himself to go out to the curb and pick up the bags that the Uber driver had unloaded. What was Catherine doing here uninvited and unannounced? Except for the week after the funeral, they had barely spoken in the last several months, and truthfully he couldn't really stand her. She smoked too much. She drank too much. She complained and gossiped too much. She was a nosy know-it-all, and was way too bossy. But he was sinking and he'd never been so happy to see anyone in his whole life.
Seth poured himself a stiff drink and got one for Catherine too, and then sat down in the living room. Catherine eventually sat down and gratefully accepted the drink.
"Catherine," Seth began.
"Shhhh," she said, cutting him off. "We know you need some help. I'm here to help. I'm here for the kids mainly, they've been telling me how things are here, but I'm also here to help you. You look like you need reinforcements." She drained half her glass.
"The kids don't," Seth began, but Catherine cut him off again.
"They haven't had a bath all week. They told me."
"We've been busy."
"They're behind on their homework."
"We'll catch up."
"You forgot April's recital and her school lunch yesterday."
"That was a onetime thing, and she got a hot lunch,"
"The kitchen trash is overflowing, the grass hasn't been mowed in weeks and there are fruit flies living in the kitchen sink. When is the last time you cleaned the bathrooms?"
Seth knew that answer. It was never. Well, not since Karen had died. "Look," Seth began.
Catherine took hold of his hand. "I know. I know Seth. It's overwhelming and I should have come here weeks ago. We've all been so sad. I'm here to help until we get things turned around, and I'll stay as long as you need me. That's what family does."
Seth thought of a thousand things to say and protest against, but simply said, "Thanks. Thank you."
Catherine drained the rest of her drink. "I needed that. I also need to take a shower and change. Can I use your bathroom?"
"Yes," Seth said.
"Thanks and can you get me another drink when I get out and bring my bags up to the spare bedroom."
"Uh...about that spare room," Seth mumbled, but Catherine had already charged up the stairs. He had thrown all of his deceased wife's stuff in there. It was a big pile of junk, papers, exercise equipment, make up, clothing and assorted stuff from her life, that would take days to clear out. He decided that he would give Catherine his bed and sleep on the couch for the next few weeks. It wouldn't be that bad.
Seth took his mother-in-law's bags up to the master bedroom and then changed the sheets on the bed and cleared away the beer bottles and candy bar wrappers. He could hear her singing in the shower. This could be really good for the kids, he thought. Satisfied that the bedroom was clean and tidy enough, he went back downstairs and made Catherine another drink and went and sat on the couch, flipping through shows on the T.V.
Catherine came down and joined him after she was done. She was wrapped up in big, pink terry cloth robe that was a little too small for her size. Her large bosom was threatening to stretch the material. She thanked him for the drink sat down on the chair.
"Thank you for coming. I appreciate it...you should have let me know though."
"Don't worry about the mess. I'll start cleaning everything up tomorrow. You sleep in, and I'll get the kids ready for school. You guys probably need some good home cooked meals too."
"Yeah, that will be good." Seth said, remembering that Catherine was a great cook. "There's a problem though."
"Oh, don't worry about Brian," Catherine replied, talking about her husband, and the kid's grandfather. "He's got his beer and is happy enough fishing and drinking while I'm away. He won't even know I'm gone," she finished, looking down at the floor sadly for a moment. Seth caught that look though.
"Uh...well that's not what I meant. I mean the spare room. If I'd have known you were coming, I could have cleaned it out. There's no way,"
"Oh, don't be silly. I'll sleep in your bed."
"Good," Seth said, relieved. "I'll take the couch and we'll be all set. I even put fresh sheets on for you."
Catherine finished her drink. "Can you get me another one, even stronger? And don't get all modest on me now, Seth. We can share the bed. The couch is filthy and you look like you haven't slept in weeks."
"I don't know," Seth started to protest.
"I'm not going to kick you out of your own bed. I'm really here to help you and I can tell you need sleep, as do I. If anyone is taking the couch, it's me. So, it's not up for discussion any more, now get me another drink already, will you?"
Seth did, and when he was back Catherine steered the conversation towards the children's schooling, and the bills, and the yard work, and she made a plan for the next week, taking copious notes on a legal pad as they talked. Seth ended up getting several more drinks for Catherine and they ended up watching the travel channel much too late, until Catherine announced that she needed to get to bed if there was any chance of her being useful the next day.
Catherine got up from the couch, giggling and stumbled up the steps, obviously quite drunk. She made it up without falling, and went into the master bathroom to get ready for bed. Seth locked all the doors and turned out all the lights, giving Catherine plenty of time to finish getting ready, before heading upstairs himself.
When he got to the bedroom, Catherine was already under the covers, nice and cozy. She gave him a drunken smile, told him good night, and rolled over on her side. Seth normally slept naked but would have to forgo that habit in favor of gym shorts while his mother-in-law shared their bed. Once in bed, he soon fell asleep and once asleep, as he always did, he dreamt of Karen.
She was so unlike Catherine. He had thought, at one time, that she might have been adapted. Where Catherine was plump and busty, Karen had been slim, athletic and tall. Karen had high check bones and long straight hair, and Catherine had a full round face with plump lips and unruly thick red hair.
He soon dreamed that he was on top of his slender wife and that she had her long, thin legs wrapped around him. She was calling out his name in passion as he drove his cock into of her repeatedly. She squeezed her legs tightly, shaking in orgasm beneath him. He rolled off of her catching his breath, and getting ready for another round. He reached over grasping one of her large, doughy breasts as she squeezed his cock.
Then Seth awoke with a start. The air conditioning had shut off and it had gotten very hot in the bedroom. The covers were off the bed. Catherine had a tight grip on his cock. Her hand had snaked its way down, inside of his shorts, and he did, indeed, have one of her large, fat breasts in his hand.
Her pajama top had come unbuttoned in the night and her heavy breasts were exposed. She appeared to still be asleep, and god help him, but Seth was unable to pull his hand off of his mother-in-law's giant boob. She started stroking his cock in her sleep.
Seth noticed that her other hand was wedged down the front of her pajama bottoms. Seth rolled over towards her and replaced her hand with his. She was sopping wet. He rubbed his hand over her slit and then inserted a finger into her hot, wet pussy. She arched her back off the bed, moaning louder and gripping his cock tighter, almost painfully. Seth needed some relief and he was going to get it.
He pulled her thin pajama bottoms down with several quick movements. He then moved between Catherine's legs, pressing his cockhead against her sex. She opened her eyes, gasping for air.
"Stick it in! Stick it in!" she urged him.
Seth plunged his rock, hard cock deep inside Catherine, leaning forward; kissing her hard. Catherine raised her legs up around Seth as she sucked his tongue into her mouth, grunting each time Seth slammed his cock into her.
They fucked like animals until Catherine arched her back in orgasm, gasping and squeezing her legs tighter. Seth couldn't breathe for a second until Catherine relaxed a little.
"Oh God...oh...so good!" She opened her eyes, staring right into Seth's.
The gravity of the situation suddenly overcame Seth and he started to pull his cock out of Catherine's pussy. She grabbed his ass, keeping him inside her. "You haven't cum yet." She gasped.
"We shouldn't have...I..." Seth protested, but he was still painfully hard inside her, and she felt so amazing.
"Cum for me. I want you to cum inside me." She smiled up at him, moving his hand up to one of her large breasts.
Seth slowly moved forward, pushing his cock deep.
Catherine moaned. "Uh...yes...fuck me."
Seth did. He pumped his meat in and out of her faster and faster, loving the sound of their sex and Catherine's quiet moans. Seth tensed up.
"That's it," Catherine gasped. "Pump it into me. Yes!" She could feel him squirting inside of her, filling her with his sperm.
"Uh...fuck...uh," Seth collapsed on top of her.
"That's it baby," she cooed, stoking his hair and gently rubbing his back. "That's what you needed. There. It's all better now."
