You and Kimberly waive goodbye to Cassie, Maddie, and Sophie as they climb into the airport shuttle and drive out of sight. Your future mother in law shoots you a discreet smile as she carries you into the house and enters the kitchen. She places you on the counter and reaches for a wine bottle.
"So, Jake, I'm curious..." she starts slowly and intentionally, "Has Cassie met your family yet?" You nod slowly.
"Was that before or after you proposed?" she asked.
"Um, it was before. My mom and aunt visited campus a couple of weeks after we started dating," you explained.
"Of course. That must have made it easier. Tell me Jake, I'm sure with your size you had an unusual life, but would you consider your family old fashioned at all? Traditional?" Kimberly asks.
You're growing more and more uneasy at Kimberly's line of questioning. "Um, not really I guess. Why?"
"Well, since Mr. Smalls passed away, I've been both mother and father to those girls. It hasn't been easy. But I've done the best I could," she says, pouring two glasses of wine.
"You've done a fantastic job Mrs. Smalls. Oh that's too much wine for me," you interject.
"That's Ok, it's not for you dear," she says with a smirk, "We aren't exactly traditional, but with some things I'm certainly old fashioned. I have to say, when Cassie told me that she was bringing her fiance home - not a boyfriend, but a fiance - I was very surprised. Not just because I hadn't met the man, but he didn't even have the courtesy to ask for my blessing," she continued and stood tall looming over you imposingly. "How do you think that made me feel young man?"
"Uh, probably not great." You respond, doing your best not to look away. "I didn't think..."
"That would be an understatement," she said interrupting you. "I felt insulted and disrespected. So you'll have a long way to go to earn back my respect and approval. Which I assume you want?" she asks. You slowly nod in confirmation.
"Of course, you could proceed and marry Cassie without it, but I promise you that I will be a very, very involved mother in law and I"m definitely someone you'll want in your corner," she says with intimidation heavy in her voice. She lifts the two wine glasses with one hand and you in the other as she walks into the sitting room, casually tossing you on the couch.
Kimberly puts the two glasses down on the coffee table as she sits, one glass in front of her and one in front of you.
"Mrs. Smalls, if I offended you, I sincerely apologize. When Cassie and I started talking about marriage the thought of asking your blessing never came up. I thought if it was important she would have..." you start. Kimberly was seemingly ignoring you, typing away on her phone again. But when you mentioned her daughter her face shot up.
"Don't you dare try to pin this on Cassie," she spit.
"Y....you're right ma'am," you acknowledge looking at the floor.
Your conversation is interrupted by the sound of someone at the door.
"Did someone say wine!?" a tall, curvaceous woman around Kimberly's age strutted into the house with an ass somehow larger than Kimberly's. Your future mother in law's eyes light up as she stood to greet her friend with a big hug.
"Irina! It's so great to see you! I'm glad you could get away," she said with a smile and gestured to the second glass of wine.
The woman, Irina, had her eyes locked on her wine glass. Positioned on the table squarely in front of your spot on the couch. She stepped past her friend and lifted the glass to her lips before plopping her massive ass onto the soft couch without giving it a glance. She fell squarely on your body. Kimberly's eyes lit up on impact and she smiled broadly at the sight of your body flattening beneath her friend.
"So, Irina, let me ask you a question. Let's say one of your daughters got engaged. But the man didn't even meet you before popping the question, let alone asking for your blessing. What would you do when he finally showed his face at your house?" she asked with a smile.
"Ha!" Irina laughed, nearly choking on her wine. "I'd kick his ass straight out the door! You want to eat my food and use my heat without giving me the slightest bit of respect before becoming a part of my family? I don't think so!" she said. Irina was an expressive speaker, and as she spoke, her body shifted and twisted over you, crushing you further by her soft ass.
"I'm glad we're on the same page hun," Kimberly said with a soft chuckle.
"No! She didn't! Did Cassie get engaged!?" Irina asked in shock.
"Mmmhmmm," Kimberly responds over her wine glass.
"Well, I saw the girls get into the airport shuttle. Where's the guy? Did you kick him out?"
"Not exactly," Kimberly responds with a giggle. "Although after the week he's in for, he'll probably wish I did," she smiled.
"Well? Where is he?" Irina prodded.
Kimberly simply gestured at Irina's backside. "Well he was sitting right there. Actually, I'm pretty sure he still is," she says with a laugh.
Irina spins around to look behind her back, but sees nothing but couch.
"Wait what? There's nobody here but me?" she asks in confusion.
"Oh, there is. Did I forget to mention? The guy is like, a foot tall. You sat right on him!" she said, finally letting a laugh burst free.
"I what?! Oh my goodness. I don't want to kill the guy!" Irina panicked, standing up in a rush.
Kimberly pushes her back down, squishing you all over again. "Don't worry. He sort of flattens out and squishes. In fact, I accidentally stepped on him when he and Cassie first arrived. He'll be fine. Well, with your ass, fine may not be the best word, but you won't kill him," she says with another laugh.
Sighing in relief, Irina settles back into place and grinds her hips over your body, now knowingly crushing the man who dared disrespect her best friend.
The two women settle in to enjoy their wine and plan how they should spend the next week along with their new found boy toy.
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