My tongue danced around her bud. I licked around her clit then nibbled on her with my lips. I massaged her pearl with my mouth, polishing her. She shuddered, her hand squeezing against the back of my head. She held me in place as I nibbled on her.
“That’s it, Jason,” she gasped. “You’re going to make Mama cum. Oh, my good boy is growing up. A man. A father. About to be a husband. I… I… I love you, Jason!”
Her pussy juices gushed into my mouth. I groaned, drinking the flood of cream that gushed out of her. It was wonderful to enjoy. I drank it down. I gulped down the mouthful of her tangy pussy cream that flooded out of her and into my mouth.
“Jason!” she squealed, rubbing her bush into my face as I drank down her tangy delight.
It was fantastic to enjoy. She threw back her head, her squeals of delight echoing through the room. She shuddered as my fingers kneaded her. I groped her with ass with passion. I gripped her with force as I lapped up the juices gushing out of her. I drank them all down, the warm cream spilling down my chin as I feasted on her.
I took a final lick through her pussy. I wanted to breed her again. To put another son in her belly. I shuddered and pulled my mouth from her snatch. I stared up at her. She panted, her breasts rising and falling. A big smile on her face.
“Oh, Jason,” she moaned. “Oh, kiss me!”
I rose and pulled my mother to me. I kissed her with my lips covered in her tangy passion. Her mouth melted to mine. Her tongue thrust into my mouth. The urge to bend her over and fuck her swept through me. I wanted to plow into her. Fuck her hard.
She broke the kiss and purred, “Let’s get you married!”
“Yeah,” I groaned, my dick so hard. I wanted to make her happy, so I resisted the urge to bend her over and fuck her. She wanted to see me married. I wanted that, too. I would be in her pussy soon.
Mom and I left the room and entered the lobby where James, who was my best man, waited with Tim, Chris, and Eduardo. My friends were all looking sharp in their tuxedos. Tim and Chris had both knocked up their moms since Mrs. Donovan and Mrs. Best had given birth to my sons. I was thrilled for them.
“Let’s do this,” Eduardo said, looking pumped. They all wore the same teal bow ties and cummerbunds as me. Donna had chosen the color. I wasn’t sure why. She had her reason.
They headed out first to go wait at the altar. Normally, I would go with them as the groom, but we were having a wedding that the founder of M. I. L. F. S. had come up with. Where the mother of the groom walked her son down the aisle and was up there to accept her new daughter into her life.
With Mom on my arm, her dress closed up. I felt amazing. Everyone was looking at us as we headed down the aisle. They all knew I was a mama’s boy. I grinned at them, my chin still wet with my mother’s pussy juices. Family had come from across the country to be here. It was wonderful.
The preacher waited up at the altar, a white, leather-bound bible in hand. He had thoroughly approved of the M. I. L. F. S. wedding plan. He supported mother/son incest. Of course, he did. It was A-OK in the new bible that this world had.
We reached the aisle and Mom kissed me before the audience. Then she broke from me to stand next to the preacher, beaming at me. Dad was sitting in the front row looking sharp in his tux. I grinned at him, so excited for this special day.
The bridesmaids appeared. Chrissy, wasn’t one of them. Donna’s sister was sitting by her mother not looking all that thrilled. They didn’t get along, and Chrissy had never brought home a boyfriend to be a surrogate son to their mother like Donna had.
Fellow cheerleaders from Donna’s squad were her maid of honor and bridesmaids. They all flashed me naughty smiles. I felt like such a stud as they took their places in their teal dresses. They looked good in them, low cut to show off their young tits.
Then the wedding march played. Donna appeared in her white dress, her red hair so fiery even through the gauzy veil she wore. Her white dress hugged her body and hung off her shoulders, showing off her large breasts. Her boobs had grown a few cup sizes with her pregnancy. She looked sexy as her father escorted her down the aisle.
I beamed at my bride. My heart racing. Nineteen and six months pregnant with my son. My heart pounded a wild beat. I wanted to rub my sweaty palms on my slacks. I felt Mom smiling at us, but I couldn’t tear eyes off Donna. I loved her so much. Mom edged out my bride by a smidge.
I would always love her more. I had no choice. The belt had us all under its mind-control power.
I didn’t care. I never would be marrying Donna without that magical belt. Never would have bred her mother or mine. Mrs. Best, Mrs. Donovan, and President Shaver also wouldn’t have had my sons. I grinned at Donna as she floated closer and closer.
Then her father, Mr. Lemon, thrust out his hand at me. I shook it as he said, “Take care of my daughter.” He grinned. “You already took care of my wife.”
“I will, sir,” I said as Donna thrust her bouquet at her maid of honor, a blonde name Milly.
I took Donna’s hand, a flower perfume filling my nose. I had already seen her in her wedding dress for the photos a few hours ago, but now she just looked so brilliant. She shone like the brightest star in the sky. Venus. The Morning Star. The Evening Star. My Donna.
“You’re beautiful,” I whispered, squeezing her hand, my voice choked with emotion.
“And you’re so dashing,” she purred. “Is that your mother’s pussy juices on your lips?”
“Yeah,” I said. “She, uh, wanted to help calm me down.”
“Or just wanted a nice cum,” Donna said playfully. “I’m on to you, Mrs. Reynolds.”
“It’s about to be Mother,” Mom said. “Mmm, and you do look radiant. Something special about a pregnant bride, isn’t there?”
Donna squeezed my hand and nodded, her fingers stroking over the back of my hand.
The preacher began his sermon. About love and marriage. About working together as a team and respecting each other. It was honestly floating through my ears as I stared at my lovely bride. Donna was just glowing before me. So bright. How could I focus on anyone but her?
She was just that glorious.
“Mrs. Reynolds,” the preacher said. “Are you allowing your son to join with this woman, Donna Lemon, to be her husband and share his life with not just you, but her?”
“I do,” Mom said. “Donna is such a wonderful girl. I don’t mind my son splitting his attention between us. I am so glad he found such an excellent partner. They are wonderful together.”
“Mom,” Donna groaned, tears in her eyes.
I cleared my own throat. So did mom.
“Mmm, I just want one more time with my big, strapping son,” purred Mom, all part of the plan.
Right there, before everyone, she hiked her dress. My cock throbbed. I was so ready for this. So eager to fuck her after breastfeeding and going down on her. My cock twitched as her bush came into view. Thick and dripping with her juices.
Mom sat on the altar, her legs spread wide. She had a wicked gleam in her eyes as she leaned back on the altar. Her breasts rose and fell in her top. I loved the sight. A big smile spread on my lips as my dick twitched in my pants. There was the pussy that had birthed me.
“Mmm, let’s get you out,” cooed Donna. She undid my pants and reached in. Her warm hand found my cock. I shuddered at her touch. She pulled me out hard and throbbing. “Mrs. Reynolds, he’s so ready to fuck you hard.”
“That’s my boy,” Dad shouted from the audience.
A chuckle ran through the church. I grinned as Donna guided me to my mother’s pussy. My bride-to-be had a big smile on her cherubic face. The gauzy veil made her seem even more alluring than normal. She looked so sexy behind it.
She pressed me into my mother’s bush. The curls felt wonderful on the tip of my cock. A heartbeat later, my crown nuzzled into her pussy lips A shiver raced through me. I groaned at the juicy feel of my mother’s twat as Donna rubbed me up and down those folds.
“Mmm fuck her hard,” Donna purred. “I want my husband to show all our guests how hard he fucks his mother.” Her hand squeezed my ass. “You’re a stud, and they are all going to know it, aren’t they?”
“Hell, yeah,” I groaned and thrust into my mother’s pussy.
“Jason!” squealed Mom, her head throwing back. Her cunt engulfed my cock.
I shuddered at the thrill of sliding into my mother before all our guests. The rush of that tight, juicy cunt engulfing my dick. It was wondrous to slide deeper and deeper into her snatch. To feel her incestuous flesh embracing me once more.
There was nothing like being in my mother’s snatch. I slid my arms around her waist, stroking over the silken material of her dress. Her pussy clenched about me. A big, bright smile crossed her lips. I grinned back at her, wanting to pound into her so hard and fast.
“I love you, Mom!” I groaned and kissed her.
She threw her arms around my neck. She kissed me with such hunger. Her tongue danced through my mouth, playing with my tongue. I loved the feel of her thighs around me. How she gripped me. Held me. She squeezed her twat about my dick with such delight.
I loved it. My hands caressed her back. I stroked her as my tongue danced with her mouth. She kissed me back with such passion. My heart pounded in my chest as I loved her. I drew back my hips and slammed into her cunt.
I pumped away at her. I fucked her with hunger. I buried into her twat over and over again. I plowed into her with hard strokes. Powerful thrusts. Right before my bride, the preacher, and our families, I fucked the woman I loved the most.
I reveled in being back in her pussy.
My dick belonged in her.
“Oh, Jason,” Donna moaned. She grabbed my ass, squeezing me through my slacks. “Fuck your mother so hard. Just pound her.”
I broke the kiss and moaned, “Yes, Donna.”
Her green eyes smoldered behind the veil. I plowed into Mom’s pussy. I slammed to the hilt in her cunt over and over again. I loved the feel of her tight pussy squeezing about my dick. She held me tight as I buried into her over and over again.
I was in absolute heaven.
I slammed hard and fast to my mother. I plunged to the hilt in her. I fucked her hard. It was incredible to feel her twat squeezing about my dick. To enjoy that wondrous passion. I thrust over and over into her snatch.
I fucked her with such passion. I buried deep and hard into her cunt, my balls smacking into her flesh. Her thighs gripped me as her pussy massaged my dick. The ache swelled at the tip of my cock. That big burst of pleasure.
“Mama!” I groaned. “Oh, Mama!”
“Are you going to flood your mother with all your cum?” asked Donna. “Maybe you’ll breed her on our wedding day!”
“Yes, yes, breed me on this special day, Jason!” Mom gasped, her cunt clamping down hard on my thrusting dick.
“Yes, Mama!” I gasped. “Oh, I will.” I plunged into her juicy depths, my nuts tightening. “I’ll breed you. I’m your good boy!”
“Yes, you are,” she purred and kissed me.
I melted into my mother’s lips as I slammed my dick into her cunt. I churned up her pussy. Her twat gripped me. I loved the feel of her pussy squeezing around me. It was magnificent. My dick slammed hard into her. I buried to the hilt in her again and again. Her cunt massaged me.