Mom bucked through her orgasm. I groaned, slamming into Donna’s asshole. My dick ached, wanting to erupt. To flood her bowels with all my cum. I had to unload in her. She wiggled her hips from side to side.
“Jason!” my bride gasped. “You stud!”
Her asshole went wild around me.
I groaned at the feel of her bowels rippling around me. It was incredible to have her spasming. The pleasure shot through me. My face contorted in delight as I pumped away at her. I fucked her with passion. I buried into her again and again.
“Yes, yes, yes!” I gasped, erupting over and over into her asshole. “Fuck, that’s good. That’s amazing!”
“It is!” Donna groaned, her asshole writhing around me. “Oh, Jason.” Her veil rustled as she licked up my mother’s pussy cream.
The audience cheered for us. The church resounded with our friends and families’ approval. I felt so amazing as the pleasure slammed through me. Donna’s bowels milked out the last of my cum. I panted, feeling so wonderful.
I pulled out of my bride’s asshole. The velvety grip was wonderful. I shuddered as I popped out, her asshole gaping open for a second, my pearly cum inside of her. I shuddered and stuffed my cock back into my pants and zipped up.
I pulled down Donna’s skirt and adjusted it for her as she straightened, covering her face with the veil before turning to take my hands again. Her lips gleamed with my mother’s pussy juices. Such a yummy sight. I couldn’t wait to kiss my bride and make her my wife.
Mom slipped off the altar, smoothing down her skirt. She beamed at us and glanced at the preacher.
The preacher cleared his throat nodded, his cheeks reddened. “The couple have written their own vows.”
Donna beamed, glowing not just from her orgasm. “Jason, you are such an amazing guy. You love your mother. When I saw you being so supportive of her, taking care of her, and being such a mama’s boy with her, I just knew you were special. No one else in our college was doing it. All the other guys thought they were too cool for their mothers, but not you. I could see it in your eyes. I knew that I wanted to be with you. I fell in love with you that day. I want to share my life with you. And with your mother. I want to raise our children. To be your MILF wife. I love you so much, Jason.”
My eyes beaded with tears. “Donna, I had a big crush on you. I love you. I want you to be my wife. My MILF. I want to raise our son with you and be there when he’s eighteen and ready to make love to you. I want to share you with my mother. Our sons. I want you to be my wife forever, Donna.”
“Jason,” she whimpered. “I love you, too.”
James handed over the rings. Donna slipped the gold band on my ring and I slipped the wedding band, welded to her engagement ring, onto her digit. My heartbeat so fast as the preacher made that final pronouncement.
“In the power vested in me by our Lord and the State of Washington, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss each other.”
I lifted Donna’s veil and kissed her, her lips sticky with my mother’s tangy pussy cream. I loved the flavor as my arms slipped around her body. My bride’s round belly pressing into my stomach. My heart burst with such excitement.
My mouth worked against hers, feeling the warmth of her lips. The incestuous passion of my mother’s pussy seasoned our love. It was wondrous to do that. To feel her lips melting on mine. The audience applauded with thunderous joy as my tongue danced with my bride’s.
I felt so close to her. United with her. Donna was my wife. We would be together forever with my mother with us. My heartbeat so fast. It was this wild rhythm that tore through me as our tongues danced together.
Then we both reached out and caught my mother. We pulled her in to join our kiss. There was no way that my mom wouldn’t be involved in our sex life. That she wasn’t as much a part of our marriage as Donna and I were. My mother belonged with us.
The audience kept cheering as we savored our three-way kiss. Donna’s and Mom’s lips felt so wonderful against mine. Our tongues danced together. They brushed each other. We shared this passion we had for each other.
We broke the kiss. I panted as I turned to face the crowd, Donna grabbing my right arm. Mom took my left. Everyone was beaming at us. All our friends and family. Dad nodded in the front row. My heart raced as I led my mother and wife down the aisle.
“Congratulations!” shouted from the audience.
“Lucky guy!” someone cried.
“Mother and a pregnant bride! Damn!”
“Look at him grin! You know he’s taking them both in the honeymoon suite tonight!”
Oh, I was. I was enjoying them both together. Mom was coming with us to Hawaii for the honeymoon, too. We’d spend the night in a hotel and tomorrow we would be on our way to two weeks in Paradise, Donna’s mother watching over Michael for us.
Rice rained down on us as we headed down the aisle and out into the sunlight. The white limo awaited us to whisk us off to the reception. I grinned, feeling so amazing. I had married Donna. The hottest girl at my college.
I had bred her. Soon, she would be my hot, young MILF-bride. My mother was on my other arm. What more could a mama’s boy like me want?
We reached the reception. Things sort of passed in a blur. There were speeches and catered food. Everyone came up to congratulate us. Hands were shaken. My cheeks were pinched. I kept beaming like an idiot at everything.
I was just so happy about it all.
I was married to the greatest woman in the world.
James gave a toast. “Jason, how did a nerd like you land the hottest girl in school?” He grinned. “By fucking your mother.”
Our guests laughed at that. Mom beamed beside me.
“You fucked her right there in the cafeteria of our college and won Donna’s heart. I know you’ll make her happy. You’re a great guy. And she’s an amazing gal. You’re lucky to have found a good one so young and were smart enough to hold onto her.”
“Yes, he was,” purred my bride. She took my hand and squeezed it.
I couldn’t help giving her a kiss, my dick throbbing in my pants.
“Son,” Dad said, nodding to me. “You’ve grown up into a young man. I am so proud of you. You love your mother. You make her so happy. And I know you’ll do the same with Donna. You’ll be a great husband and an amazing father.”
My throat tightened. “Thanks, Dad.”
He nodded to me while Mom beamed. She leaned in and kissed me on the lips, her tongue naughty as it danced around in my mouth. My dick lurched. I breathed heavily when she broke it. Kissing my mom often took my breath away.
“Mmm, and I need to welcome you into the family,” Mrs. Lemon said. My mother-in-law pulled me from my seat and spun me around. She kissed me with passion, her brassy-brown hair swaying about her face while her tongue thrust past my lips.
I groaned as she kissed me with passion. She pressed me back onto the table. I sat down on it, my dick throbbing. My bride and my mom were on either side of us as my new mother-in-law kissed me with such passion.
She was a MILF that wanted something from me. I was such a good boy, I had to give it to her.