Author's note: Hello again, Literotica! I know it has been a long time since I wrote my first story but I am back now during the pandemic to share more with you about the crazy relationship that I still have with my mother and husband. Thanks to everyone who sent me email feedback and love. It was honestly overwhelming and so incredibly nice. Kisses, Mika.
As I'm writing this in late September of 2020 during the Covid-19 pandemic, I am now 25 and have been married to my husband James for 5 years and in the relationship with my nanay (mother) Angela since January of 2018. If you want more details about how any of us look like then I hope you will please go back to read my first story that you can see by clicking on my name at the top of this page.
So much has happened in my life since my mother joined James and me in our sex life and started sleeping in our bed. My relationship with her has never been only sexual since above all else she is my nanay, but with James this all started as something purely physical. After several months, though, I noticed that they were now looking at each other differently. I would catch them exchanging glances and would sometimes walk in on them passionately kissing at random times.
I was thinking back on this early period in our relationship the other day and wanted to write it all out as much as I can remember. All of the dialogue here is heavily paraphrased from memory but all of the events are true and happened in the order I tell them. Anytime I talk to Nanay alone, we're speaking in Tagalog, but when James is with us we both speak in English. Instead of mixing languages in the story, I just translated everything to English.
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The second time I 'caught' them kissing was when I came into the living room and found Nanay straddling James on his recliner. They were not being quiet either and almost sounded like they were eating each other alive. I got James' attention and he could see my concern and questioning look. He stopped the makeout session and looked a little guilty, honestly. Nanay turned and saw me and my expression and quickly said, "Oh, Mika, I didn't know you were there."
I shot back snidely, "Yeah, that's pretty obvious."
The pained look on her face instantly filled me with regret for allowing my jealousy to rule me and she crawled off of my husband's lap and came over next to me and took my hand. She said softly, "I'm sorry, the last thing I want is you hurt. But this man we share now is making me fall in love with him. I'm powerless to stop it." As she said it she glanced back in his direction where he was now blushing, something I had rarely seen him do.
I gasped and covered my mouth as I tried and failed to hide the emotions welling up within me. I half-shouted, "Powerless? Making you? Falling in love!" I looked at James and with a tone that was much too shrill I said, "Are you in love with my mother too?"
James' mouth opened and he started to say something but then stopped. I quickly added, "Don't lie to me James! I can already see it all over your face!"
After a few seconds he quietly and calmly said, "You know I'll never lie to you. I'm in love with her. It's true. I thought I could just keep things fun and not develop emotions, but I failed. She's so much like you and I love you more than my own life, and now I love her too."
His words hit me hard. This arrangement wasn't supposed to result in love. It was only supposed to be something sexual, to give her some attention and pleasure. I felt tears well up within me and my body felt intensely hot like I had been in a sauna for too long. I ran from the room and to the master bedroom and slammed the door shut and locked it. I collapsed on the bed,
my
bed, not hers, and uncontrollably sobbed.
Almost immediately Nanay was at the door and knocking lightly. She said through the door, "Mika, I am so sorry. Please come out. Let's talk about this. I should've talked with you. I know I've done wrong. Please don't hate me. You know we're all in this together and Daddy is not picking me over you."
When I heard her use 'Daddy' I felt a childish rage and yelled, "You don't call him Daddy!"
Again, I immediately felt regret and the other part of what she'd said started to sink in. He wasn't picking her over me. He wasn't leaving me for her. I was behaving like a child and throwing a tantrum, all because of petty jealousy.
Even as she was softly again apologizing through the door, I took a deep breath and reigned in my emotions. I could still hear her talking and now she was sobbing as well. I was lost in my own thoughts but made out a "never meant to go this far" or something like that.
I wiped the last of my tears away and gathered myself. I took a deep breath and stood up and unlocked the door. I turned the knob and pulled the door open a bit and she quickly looked at me and then rushed into my arms.
She embraced me and told me over and over how sorry she was and how she loved me and to please forgive her and on and on. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her into me close. I took in her scent and felt like a little girl all over again when I would run to her when I was upset. I told her I loved her and that would never change. I said I was sorry again and again for letting my jealousy get out of control.
At this point, kissing on the lips with her had become very natural, and at that moment all I wanted was to connect with her that way. I looked into her eyes and saw her tears and brought my hand up and wiped them away and leaned in.
She closed her eyes and our lips touched. Hers were hot and felt silky smooth, and in no time she parted them to allow me inside. Our tongues danced together for several seconds until I sensed some motion behind her that I realized was James.
I broke the kiss and pulled her against me and looked him in the eye. It was my turn to look guilty and he knew me very well. He moved to where he was standing directly behind Nanay and wrapped his arms around both of us.
He softly said, "Remember I said it's not a contest and just because I have feelings for Nanay doesn't mean I love you any less. You see that now, right?"
I was already nodding and closed my eyes and squeezed Nanay even tighter against me to pull him closer to us. This felt so right and so perfect. I had to get my thinking straight and accept that we were no longer only a couple. Nanay was now a part of our marriage and both James and I were in love with her.
It was in that very moment that I finally had the realization that I too had fallen in love with my own mother. Of course I always loved her as her daughter, but after being intimate with her so many times now, both with James and with her alone, things had changed and grown into more.
I whispered in her ear, "I love you."
She said it back right away and I said, "No Nanay, not like that. I'm in love with you like a woman. I'm also powerless to stop it."
Nanay sighed deeply and I felt her body relax completely. "Mika. My baby girl. I love you that way too. We can't do those things we do and not fall in love."
I said, "But now you love him that way too."
She nodded against my shoulder immediately. She turned her head to look back at him and said, "I love you, James. I love you both so much."