Son takes his pregnant bride & hot mom on his honeymoom!
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Mind-Controlled Son’s Mommy Honeymoon
I carried my pregnant bride into the honeymoon suite, eager for the wedding night. Donna, Mom, and I had made love many times, and yet this was a special night. This was the official start of our new life together. This giddy excitement swept through me.
I was so ready to celebrate with Donna and Mom.
Of course, my mother was here on my wedding night. Donna and I both wanted it. I couldn’t marry a girl who wouldn’t let my mom be a part of this night. Of course, Donna wouldn’t marry a guy who didn’t want his mother here, too. That was just how great my sexy wife was.
I kissed her as we crossed the threshold, my lips on hers. She groaned, wearing her wedding dress. It rustled as our tongues danced together. Her lips tasted so sweet. Just a hint of her mother’s pussy lingering on them. My heart beat for such joy.
“Mmm, you two are so cute together,” Mom said, closing the door behind her. “Just so delicious. I love it. Ooh, I am going to cry again. This is just… You’re married, Jason. You’re growing up.”
Donna broke the kiss. “He is, Mom. He’s grown up into such a handsome stud. He’s knocked us both up. That’s how much of a man my man is.”
I smiled despite how corny her sentence was. “And you’re such a hottie, Donna. You know that. Goddamn, you’re pregnant and looking so sexy.”
Mom hugged me from behind. “Of course she’s sexy when she’s pregnant. She’s proof that you’re a virile man. You bred your naughty bride and the entire world knows it.”
Donna gave a wicked giggle. “And your bride’s bred pussy is eager for more. I’m so wet.”
“We have to do something about that, don’t we, Jason?” Mom purred.
The desire to please my mother had never faded since I put on the belt. The compulsion was still there. Still on me to make her happy. “Yes, we do, Mama. We have to make her cum.”
Donna squealed in delight. “Ooh, that sounds perfect.”
I set her down with care on her feet. She smiled, her low-cut, white wedding dress falling over the curve of her stomach. Six months pregnant, looking so radiant standing there. I wanted to just rip the dress off her and ravish her, but…
Both she and Mama wouldn’t be happy if I tore the wedding dress. Mom moved out from behind me. She turned her back to me, the zipper ready and waiting. I unzipped her first, pulling it down while my bride swayed in place, her hands rubbing over her pregnant belly.
My mom’s naked back appeared, more and more of her flesh exposed. It was exciting to reveal more and more down to the swell of her plump rump. She threw a seductive smile over her lips. I loved er so much. I was hers, and she was mine. The belt buckle had done that to us. Donna was just lucky to share that with us. If my mother told me to, I would have to break up with my bride despite how much I loved her.
I was my mama’s good boy thanks to that belt.
Luckily, Mom loved Donna and wanted us to be together.
The dress fell off my mother. It slid down her body and fell in a pile around her feet. She had such a gorgeous ass. This curving rump just begged me to fall to my knees and pleasure it. To rim her asshole and finger her cunt at the same time. But I didn’t do that because she was already turning around. Her big tits came into view, heavy with her breast milk. Her brown bush dripped with her juices. She was absolutely naked beneath the dress.
“God, you’re so fucking hot, Mom,” Donna said. “And from the way my man is drooling, he would say it, too, but he’s been driven speechless by his sexy mama’s body.”
“I know,” Mom said with a theatrical sigh. “I have this effect on him. He’s such a good boy. Makes me feel so young and sexy.”
“You are a mature and sexy mom,” I said. “Goddamn, you’re just gorgeous, Mom.”
“Mmm, thank you.” she winked. “But we’re here to do naughty things to your bride. So let’s get you out of that tux.”
“Got to go,” Donna agreed. “As dashing as you look in it, if I want to lick your chest or rub my cunt against your thigh, it’s in the way.” Something wicked gleamed in her green eyes. Her red hair swayed around her cute face. She was nineteen, like me. Just a gorgeous woman.
They attacked me. Before I knew it, my jacket was coming off, my cummerbund was flying through the air, and my bow tie whisked off. They undid the buttons, untucking my shirt, and unfastening my pants. It was all such a rush.
My shoes came off along with my pants, Mom kneeling before me to help pull them off. Donna removed my shirt, ducked her head down, and licked my hairy chest right to my nipple. She nibbled on it, which felt weird. It tingled, a bit. She smacked her lips in delight.
“Go for the boxers, Mom!” purred Donna. “Let’s get my hubby’s dick out!”
“Ooh, yes,” Mom cooed. She hooked her fingers in my boxers and yanked them down.
My cock sprang out into my mother’s face. Mom and my bride both oohed their delight like they had never seen my dick before. Donna even collapsed her hands, her wedding dress swaying around her body, her red hair bouncing.
“Such a big dick my good boy has,” Mom praised. She rubbed her cheek against the tip. Pleasure shot down my cock. I loved the feel. My heart pounded with such excitement. “Now let’s get your bride naked so we can have our way with her.”
“Oh, my,” gasped Donna in a mock fright. “What sort of deviant family have I married into? You wouldn’t ravish pregnant, little me, would you?”
“Yes, we would,” I said as Mom rose, her big boobs swaying in such a distracting manner. “I’m afraid we’re going to strip you naked, lick all over your body, then make you cum and cum and cum.”
“How horrible,” she said with a huge smile on her lips. She giggled and backed to the bed. “And I’m trapped. Nowhere to go to escape such fiends!”
Mom and I advanced. We reached my bride and attacked. Gently. A gentle, stripping attack commenced. We turned my pregnant bride around and found the zipper on her dress. We drew it down with care, not wanting to rip the fabric. The silk rustled as Donna turned back around, slipping her arms out of the sleeves.
Her large breasts spilled out. They were bigger than when we first met, her pregnancy giving her tits to rival my mother’s in size. They were gorgeous. Her nipples fatter and now a dusky-pink, darker than they had been when we started dating a year ago.
We drew the fabric over the pregnant swell of her belly. It fell to the floor, revealing that she wasn’t wearing panties, either. Just white, thigh-high stockings that looked so sexy on her. The curve of her belly was so delicious to witness. It ended at her shaved pussy dripping with her juices.
“Oh, no, now I’m naked and helpless,” she groaned.
Mom and I went for my wife’s tits.
Donna gasped as Mom and I latched on. My lips slid over Donna’s fat, right nipple while Mom had the left. I suckled, my cheeks hollowing. It was such a delight to enjoy. I suckled with hunger on her. I nursed. She groaned, her head shaking from side to side. Her nipples felt wonderful in my mouth.
Mom moaned beside me as she suckled on the other nub. Donna moaned. My hand rubbed over her pregnant belly, loving the fertile swell. It made me hard knowing that she carried our son. That I would be a father once more.
“Oh, yes, yes,” she moaned. “You are winning me over onto your depraved and lusty ways by making my pussy so wet.”
I winked at my bride and suckled hard on her nipple. My hand slid down her belly, following it to the wet folds of her pussy.
“Oh, now you’re doing something so wicked as touching my cunt,” she gasped. “Oh, you wicked husband rubbing at my young and hot flesh. Ooh, yes!”
I stroked her juicy slit, sliding up and down her petals. Her cream coated my fingers. I loved the feel as I stroked her. My fingers nudged her clit. She gasped, her boobs jiggling. I suckled on her nipple all the while, nursing on her as I played with her twat.
My dick throbbed as I thrust a pair of fingers into her cunt. She gasped, her cunt clenching down on my digits. Her passion echoed through our hotel room. Her fingers slid through my hair. I loved how she quivered here.
“That’s so good,” she groaned as I nibbled on her. “Ooh, you’re just teasing me now. Ooh, that’s so naughty. You’re going to make me explode. Yes, yes, that’s so hot.”
Mom popped her mouth off my nipple. “Mmm, I bet your pregnant pussy tastes delicious.”
“You want to lick my cunt,” Donna gasped in shock. “What a wicked mother you are.”
“I want to share your hot, pregnant cunt with my good boy! We’re going to lick and lap and make you cum, you naughty girl.”
“God, I love your mother, Jason. I’m glad that I married you both.”
I popped my mouth off the nipple. “Don’t tell the preacher or my dad that.”
“Mmm, that we married your mother?” Donna cooed. “That she’s your mama-wife now.”
“Yep.” I glanced at Mom. “You’re my mama-wife.”
She smiled and kissed me. It was true. While the ceremony had only married Donna and me, Mom had been such a vital component of it. She felt a part of our marriage. Thanks to the belt, Mom and Dad were strictly platonic. My mama was already like my wife.
My dick was so hot. I kissed her with passion while Donna sank on the king-sized bed. She spread her legs wide, her pregnant belly sliding down to that plump, shaved vulva dripping in those delicious juices. The spicy passion of my wife beckoned.
I broke the kiss with Mom and nodded to my bride. Mom grinned back. Together, we crawled onto the bed. My dick throbbed with the aching need to lick and lap and feast on her. It would be such an incredible delight. I couldn’t wait to feast on my mother. To devour her with hunger. My heart pounded with this wild beat.
The bed dimpled as we crawled onto it. My dick throbbed as Mom and I leaned down and pressed our faces into Donna’s pregnant pussy. We kissed my wife’s cunt, my cheek rubbing into my mother’s. The spicy passion of my bride soaked my taste buds.
Mom and I licked her.
“Yes!” Donna moaned, her back arching. “Ooh, that’s so good. Yes, yes, you two are going to spoil me tonight. Mmm, yes, yes, just lick me!”
Mom and I did. We licked her. We lapped at her. Our tongues caressed up and down her slit, mine brushing Mom’s as we stroked Donna’s hot and spicy twat. Her pregnant belly quivered before my eyes as we loved her twat. I loved the thrill of sharing this pussy with my mother.