Several days later, my wife Mary made a disturbing announcement over dinner.
"I went to the doctor today," she began. "I've been having problems with . . . well, it's hard to put into words. My skin, my hair -- they don't seem as shiny as they used to be. All of a sudden, I seem to be getting wrinkles. And last week -- I think I had a hot flash."
"What are you saying, Mom?" asked Jenna.
Mary took a deep breath, then continued. "The doctor says I've started going through menopause."
"What?!" I said. "You're only 37 years old! How is that even possible?"
"Doctor Albertson says it's a rare disorder called . . . oh, hell, I can't even remember the fancy name. Anyway, it amounts to premature menopause. The good news is that it can be treated with a regime of hormones, medications and vitamins. With the proper treatment, I'll be back to normal within a few days." Mary looked over at me. "He says that my libido will go back to normal again, too, honey. Maybe even better than ever. I know I've been difficult for the last few months."
"And you'll have to take this stuff forever?" asked Jenna.
Mary shrugged. "It's too early to say. But I'll need everyone's help as I cope with this problem. The doctor says I need to take a cocktail of medications every day on a completely empty stomach. That means no lunches for me, and dinner will have to be delayed every day for a couple of hours after I get home and take my meds."
"Maybe you could take the medication in the morning," said Jenna. "At 8 AM, it would have been more than twelve hours since your last meal."
Mary smiled ruefully. "Not possible. The side effects will make it impossible for me to function for a couple of hours after I take the medication. There's no way I could take the pills before going to work."
"Side effects?" I asked.
Mary looked sheepish as she continued, "Some of the meds designed to restore my skin tone are related to retinol, the same substance present in the retina of my eyes. For about two hours after I take the pills, I'll be extremely sensitive to light and will have difficulty focusing. I won't be able to go outside, drive a car, read a book or even clearly see the images on a TV. The doctor gave me special sunglasses to wear indoors." She reached into her purse and pulled out a pair of extremely dark sunglasses, then put them on the table.
My stepdaughter Jenna picked them up and tried them on. "Geez, Mom. These are the darkest shades I've ever seen. I can't see a thing!"
She handed them to me. Wearing the dark glasses, I could barely see anything, even when I looked upward and stared directly into the overhead light. They were so dark, they might as well have been coated with black paint.
Mary said, "The medication will make my eyes dilate so much that even dim light will be too much to bear. Those glasses will cut down the incoming light so I can see something other than a bright, shiny blur. But it's okay -- the side effect only lasts for a couple of hours after I take the meds each day. And I've got my loving family right here to help me!"
The next day we had our first experience of seeing Mary under the influence of her medications. As soon as she came home, she pulled out a plastic bag full of vitamins, herbal supplements and prescription meds. Laying them out on the counter, she then counted out one of this, two of that, and on and on until there were about a dozen tablets large and small arrayed on the formica table top. Then she poured herself a hefty glass of water and one by one swallowed the whole lot of them.
About twenty minutes later the side effects started. "Oh god," she whispered. "The doctor wasn't kidding about my eyes being dilated. Can we turn down the lights?" She shut her eyes tightly and felt her way to one end of the couch while I went around the living room closing the drapes and turning off all the table lamps and overhead lights. I left the TV on, which, consistent with Mary's silly preconception that Jenna still had the tastes of a ten year old girl, was playing the old 1933 King Kong movie.
Once she was seated, Mary opened her eyes and squinted painfully. "It still seems so bright!" she said.
I went to our bedroom and fetched the sunglasses that the doctor had given her. They were so dark that she almost looked like a blind woman, wearing pitch-black sunglasses in a darkened room. "Can you see okay now?" I asked.
"It's better," she said. "At least the light doesn't hurt. But everything's blurry. I can sort of see the TV." She patted the space on the couch next to her. "Come sit with me, honey. Keep me company while I go through this."
I draped my arm over Mary's shoulder and we watched King Kong. After a few minutes, Jenna came in from the next room and joined us, sitting on my other side. Now the three of us were together, my arms draped over both women, while the black and white TV image flickered in front of us.
Having two busty women on either side of me was too much of a temptation. Gradually, I snaked one arm down and began playing with my wife's breast. Mary turned and looked at me, but with her sunglasses on, it was hard to read her expression. She leaned forward slightly and, once she saw that Jenna was facing the TV, her body relaxed in my arms. Her hand came up and rested on top of mine, pressing my hand into one of her large breasts.
Then Jenna did the same. She reached her hand up to her shoulder and, taking my wrist, led my hand down to her own tits that were even larger than her mother's. She sighed quietly and snuggled closer to me, fitting her body into the crook of my shoulder. Thanks to the medication, Mary's eyesight was so bad that she was barely able to see her daughter's outline, much less notice that I had my hand on her daughter's tits.
"I love my family," I said, sighing. "My beautiful wife," I said as I pinched Mary's nipple, causing to jolt in her seat. "And my lovely stepdaughter," I added, pinching Jenna's nipple as well. Jenna looked up at me with an evil grin on her face.
I was in heaven. The feeling of sitting between two busty women and hugging them close to me with my hands on both their breasts was a fantasy come true. I was grinning from ear to ear. They were both so voluptuous! Their tits were so huge and soft! The fact that one of them, the mother, was unaware that I was also groping her daughter at the same time made the experience all the more crazy and erotic. I pulled them both tighter toward me so that I could feel their curvy bodies press against mine while I continued to caress and play with their funbags.
I groped both women's tits for several minutes, feeling the lush softness under my hands. Mary's DD tits were big, but her daughter's were so huge that they overflowed my hands. I loved the feeling of hefting my wife's and stepdaughter's tits and feeling them bounce in my hands. Both women had especially sensitive nipples, and I could feel them shiver every time my finger lightly grazed against their hardened nipples.
