The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

“That was a wonderful night,” Donna said as we headed towards my house. She clung to my arm, wearing a tight dress of black that hugged her. You couldn’t tell she was pregnant yet. She was only a month along. “Mmm, when is your mom going to join us on dates again.”

“When Michael gets a bit older,” I said. “She’s a very attentive mother.”

“Mmm, raising that next hunky son to fuck her hard,” Donna giggled, her hand falling on her stomach. It was too early to know the sex of our child. We were both hoping for a son. Donna deserved to be a MILF who had a son that loved her.

My boy and I would tag-team her together.

I opened the door, the house dark. It smelled of sweet roses. A perfume that filled my nose with the sweetness. I flicked on the lights to reveal my living room was decorated in roses. Petals strewn on the carpet. More in vases. Mom and Dad were watching from the kitchen, Mom holding her phone and recording it all.

“Jason,” Donna gasped, my redheaded girlfriend looking around in shock.

My nervousness hit its peak. I sank to my knee before her, holding her hand. I reached into my pocket and pulled out the black, felt box. Donna said the proposal had to be a good one. From the way she gasped, her right hand fluttering to the side, her green eyes misting over as I flicked open the box.

“Jason,” she whimpered now, the emotion growing in her eyes. “Oh, Jason.”

I pulled the ring out and brought it to her left hand. “Donna, you are such a wonderful girl. You make my heart beat wildly. After my mom, you make me the happiest. Being with you lifts my spirits. I want to spend my life with you. Will you marry me?”

“Yes, yes, yes!” she gasped. “Oh, Jason, yes!”

I slipped the ring onto her finger and bounded to my feet. I swept my fiancee up into my arms and kissed her. Her lips melted to mine. Her tongue thrust into my mouth as my hands grabbed her rump. Mom and Dad moved closer.

Dad applauded. His hands slapped together while Mom made these choking sounds of emotion. I just kept kissing Donna, holding her in my arms. I wanted to marry her. I wanted her to be my wife and raise my children.

I wanted to share her with my mother.

Six months later, and it was finally the day. The wedding day. I was in the waiting room, the ceremony coming closer and closer. The wedding photos were taken, Donna looking so radiant in her wedding dress, her pregnant belly on display.

I wore my suit, wanting to adjust the bow tie. The cummerbund. I kept wiping sweaty hands off on a handkerchief instead of my slacks. I didn’t want to ruin the tux. The nervous energy built and built in me. These butterflies. I knew it would work out, but I was still scared of making a fool of myself.

“Mmm, nervous?” Mom asked. She wore a blue dress that hugged her body. The bodice wrapped around her, a single button holding her gown closed. She undid it. “I know just what you need.”

Her dress opened to show off her black bra, holes in the fabric cut out to let her nipples through. A nursing bra missing the little covers. It was more elegant. Milk beaded on her nub. She held out her arms, fingers motioning me to come to her embrace.

“Just nurse from your mommy. That will calm you down,” she cooed. “That’ll make everything better. Okay?”

“Thanks, Mama,” I groaned and headed to her. I wanted to make her happy still. It had been over a year since I had gotten the belt buckle. Over a year since my life had changed and I fell under its spell.

The entire world had fallen under its spell. I rarely wore it. It was back in the room that I shared with Mom, and soon that we would also share with Donna. The three of us would occupy the master bedroom while Dad slept in my room when he wasn’t busy working as a cop.

I ducked my head down as her hands slid over my shoulders. She pulled me towards her breast. My lips slipped over her fat, dark-red nipple. I suckled. Her milk squirted into my mouth. I shuddered at that rich and sweet delight. Her creamy love spilled over my tongue and soaked my taste buds. I groaned and gulped down that wonderful milk.

I swallowed it. My throat worked as I kept sucking at her. I nursed with force at her. My cheeks hollowed as I gulped down all her breast milk. I loved the taste of her. The flavor. My cheeks hollowed with my every suckle. I nursed on her with passion. Her milk flowed down my throat.

“That’s, it, Jason,” she cooed. “Just drink all Mama’s milk. Relax. That’s it. Mmm, just relax and enjoy that delight.”

I did, my nervousness vanishing with every suckle.

I groaned, savoring that taste. My fingers dug into her rump. I kneaded her ass, savoring the delight of her milk flowing down my throat. I gulped down every bit of her milk. I loved the taste of her. The flavor of her milk.

It poured down my throat. This wonderful, rich, and delicious cream. I drank down every drop of her milk that squirted into my mouth. I loved the rich flavor. The sweet taste of my mother’s dairy delight. She gave me just the treat that I needed.

“Oh, honey,” she moaned. “Mmm, is Mama’s good boy feeling better?”

I nodded and suckled again, savoring the flavor of her milk. The cantaloupe after taste lingered after each suckle. I loved it. I savored it. I was so glad that I had my sexy mama to be here with me on my special day.

“Good,” she purred. “I want you to kneel and enjoy another delight.” She smiled. “Eat Mama out. Make Mama cum. Then we’ll go out there and start it.”

I popped my mouth off her nipple and sank to the floor, groaning, “Yes, Mama!”

If she told me to kneel before her and eat her out in the middle of the supermarket or the library or even church, I would. I absolutely would. I would please her at any moment. I would be ready to just drop to my knees and worship her.

I pressed up her skirt. She wore dark-brown nylons, my hands caressing over them. Her skirt rustled. She smiled down at me, her nipples poking hard out of the holes in her nursing bra. She winked at me. I grinned back at her as my hands slid from her thigh-highs to her bare skin. I pushed up higher and found her brown bush dripping with her juices.

No panties, just a black garter belt to hold up her stockings. I loved it.

The tangy scent of my mother’s pussy filled my nose. Dewdrops beaded on her thick curls. I leaned in and nuzzled into her bush. Her silk spilled over my face. The ticklish delight made me smile. A moment later, my lips kissed at her cunt. At the pussy that birthed me.

I licked at her snatch, sliding my tongue through her thick folds. I stroked to her clit and brushed her. She gasped, her back arching. A shudder ran through her. She moaned as I licked at her bud again and again. Her moans echoed through the waiting room.

“Oh, yes, yes, Jason,” she groaned as I licked at her pussy, parting those wondrous folds. “Oh, you know how to love your mama’s pussy.”

“Nothing I love more,” I groaned, squeezing her naked rump and licking at her twat again.

“Oh, Jason,” she groaned in motherly delight. “You know how to make me feel special.”

“You deserve to feel special, Mom,” I groaned and licked her again.

My tongue slid through her folds. I caressed her with hunger. My tongue parted her folds. I stroked over her again and again, loving the texture of her. The flavor. She whimpered, her boobs swaying in her bra. I loved the sight of the milk beading on her nubs as I licked up her yummy pussy cream.

My tongue thrust into her snatch. Into the very pussy that had brought me and my son into this world. I swirled around in her, worshiping her. My dick twitched in my pants. That wondrous ache shot through me. It would be incredible to make her squeal in delight. To make my mother cum.

“Jason!” she moaned. “Oh, Jason, that’s it. That’s incredible. Oh, your tongue is so bold.”

“Mmm, I love being bold with you, Mama. I want you to flood my mouth.” I licked her clit. “Just gush all those juices.”

“Yes!” She shuddered, her hand grabbing the back of my head. She held me to her clit. “Make your Mama cum. Mmm, such a good boy, Jason.”

I loved it when she called me her good boy. I savored it. That was so exciting. I licked and lapped at her. My tongue fluttered against her clit. I brushed her bud. She gasped and shuddered, her passion echoing through the air. She made such naughty sounds when I licked her. I loved that.

She gasped and moaned, grinding her twat on my face. Her juices ran down my chin. My mother came closer and closer to cumming. To showering me in her juices. I wanted that. My fingers dug into her plump rump as I slid my tongue to her clit. I nibbled on her. Suckled.

“Jason! Jason!” she gasped. “Oh, god, Jason!”

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.

That wonderful dick brought me closer and closer to erupting in her. I loved the feel of her snatch gripping me. It was fantastic to enjoy this passion. I slammed deep and hard into her snatch. I loved every moment of burying into her.

“Breed your mother, Jason,” my bride cooed. “Just pump her full of your cum.”

I could feel the anticipation of the audience. They were all waiting for me to breed my mother, too. To knock her up on my wedding day.

Her pussy massaged me. I groaned, loving the feel of burying into her snatch. I savored the thrill of fucking her twat. I plowed into her with hard strokes. Powerful thrusts. The ache at the tip of my dick rose and rose.

I shuddered, slamming deep and hard into my mother’s pussy. I buried to the hilt in her, reveling in this delight. The taboo thrill of kissing her and fucking her swept through me. My dick ached. The pressure at the tip hurtled towards that explosive point.

Mom broke the kiss and howled, “Jason, you absolute stud! I love you! My son is such a hunk! Yes!”

Her pussy went wild around my dick.

I gasped and thrust my cock into her pussy, her flesh suckling at me. My balls smacked into her taint and boiled over. Cum shot down my dick and erupted into her fertile depths. I pumped blast after blast of cum into her pussy.

“Oh, Jason, yes!” she moaned, her pussy convulsing and writhing around my dick. She milked me. “That’s so good. Oh, Jason, I love it. I love it so much.”

He pumped spurt after spurt of cum into my snatch. He basted me with all that spunk. I loved it. My face twisted in delight. The pleasure slammed through my body. I bucked from the thrill of his dick erupting in me over and over again.

“Goddamn, yes!” I groaned. “Mama! Take my cum!”

The audience cheered as I bred my mother. I flooded her with so much spunk. Donna shuddered beside us, her hands rubbing at her pregnant belly. The heady thrill of spurting all my cum into my mother’s pussy swept through me.

I groaned, my cock spurting over and over into her twat. I filled her up with so much spunk. It was amazing. Stars danced before my eyes. They twinkled and sparkled. I panted, feeling so good. I had an amazing cum.

“Damn,” I groaned, savoring the passion. “Oh, damn, that was amazing, Mama! Thank you!.”

“I’m glad you loved it,” she said. “Mmm, and there’s your lovely bride. Donna, honey, I need you to prove you’re accepting of our incestuous relationship. That you won’t try to take my son from me.”

“I’d fail,” Donna said. “I know whom he loves the most. I think it’s hot. Sons should love their mothers. And daughters-in-law should eat her pussy to be equally as loving.”

I pulled out of Mom’s twat, feeling so amazing. My dick thrust out of the fly of my tux gleaming in Mom’s pussy juices. A shiver ran through me. I panted, my heart pounding. I felt like a million bucks. Everyone watched.

Milly the maid of honor stared at my dick with such heat in her eyes.

But I was taken. I had Donna and Mom. And Mrs. Lemon. And if another MILF needed a surrogate son to fuck her, I’d be there for her. But a nineteen-year-old cheerleader just didn’t do it for me. In five years, when she had a kid, well...

I was a Mama’s boy. It didn’t just have to be my mother.

Donna bent over, thrusting her rump out at me, her skirt rustling over her ass. She didn’t have a long train. Her dress was very simple, actually. I loved that. All sorts of naughty ideas popped into my mind. I grabbed her skirt.

My bride threw up her veil. As my pregnant bride nuzzled her face into Mom’s pussy, my dick ached for more fun. I worked up the skirt of my bride as she began her feast. Soon, she would officially be a part of the family.

“Oh, Donna,” moaned Mom as my bride licked up my cum out of that incestuous pie. “Oh, that’s so good. What a wonderful daughter you’ll make. My son is so lucky to have you.”

“Yes, he is,” purred Donna as I exposed more and more of her white thigh-high stockings. Then her garter straps until... I exposed her naked rump and shaved pussy. My pregnant bride didn’t wear any panties.

With my cock lubed by Mom’s pussy cream, I pressed my dick between my fiancee’s butt-cheeks. I slid down her crack to her asshole. She moaned into my mother’s pussy as I nuzzled into that naughty backdoor.

The preacher just smiled on like this was normal. That I should be doing this to my bride on our wedding day. That she should be eating my jizz out of my mother’s pussy. I loved this new world the belt created.

“Oh, Jason,” Donna moaned, her voice muffled by Mom’s pussy. “Yes, yes, sodomize me!”

“Mmm, bugger your bride, honey,” Mom said, pleasure crossing her face. Her breasts rose and fell in her blue dress.

I winked at Mom as Donna’s asshole widened around my cock.

I popped into her bowels. I groaned and she moaned. Her anal sheath welcomed me in. I slid inch after inch of my dick into her. I reveled in the delight of her asshole engulfing my dick. Her wondrous flesh swallowed me. It was amazing to work deeper and deeper into her velvety bowels.

I gripped her hips. I held her tight as I ventured deeper and deeper into her asshole. She squealed into Mom’s pussy as I bottomed out in her. I gripped my pregnant bride’s hips, holding her as she devoured my cum out of my mom’s cunt.

“Fuck your bride’s ass!” hissed Mom.

“Yes, Mama!”

I drew back my hips. My bride’s asshole clung to my cock. She held me tight as my dick withdrew more and more. I savored the way she held me. The heat melted through me. I shuddered as I rammed back into her asshole.

I pumped away at Donna’s asshole, savoring her gripping me. She held me tight. She massaged me with that wonderful asshole of hers. I pumped away at her. I fucked into her with hard strokes. I buried into her again and again. It was outstanding. I slammed hard into her. I fucked her with such passion.

“Jason!” she moaned, squeezing her bowels down around me. “Oh, Jason!”

“Fuck, Donna!” I panted.

“Ooh, pound her harder,” whimpered Mom. “Fuck your bride’s ass. God, she’s licking all your cum out of me, Jason.”

“That’s wonderful, Mama!” I smacked my bride’s rump.

SLAP!

The bright-red handprint blossomed. “Make my mother cum!”

“Oh, I’ll make her cum!” hissed my bride, her asshole squeezing about my dick. “I’ll make her explode!”

My nuts smacked into her taint. I fucked into her hard and fast. I buried deep into my bride’s asshole. I fucked her with force. I buried into her again and again. It was wonderful. I loved every moment of plowing into her. I fucked her hard. Fast. I buried into her again and again.

Her asshole massaged me. She gripped me with such force. I loved how she squeezed about me. It was fantastic to enjoy. I fucked her with hard strokes. I plowed into her with passion. I savored the thrill of burying into her again and again.

“Donna!” I groaned, the ache building at the tip of my cock.

“Oh, fuck her hard, honey!” gasped Mom. “She’s nibbling on my clit and... Oh, she thrust her fingers into my twat!”

“That’s so hot, Donna!” I gasped, slamming into my bride’s asshole.

My groomsmen watched on in awe. I grinned at them as I buried into Donna’s asshole. They needed to find the right girl to love. To share with their mother’s. It was so awesome. I shuddered, slamming into Donna’s asshole.

“Oh, Jason!” Mom groaned. “Oh, you’re little bride is going to make me cum. She’s so wonderful.”

“Make her cum, Donna!!” I gasped.

SLAP!

I spanked her rump again.

Her bowels clamped down on my dick as I buried into her. I fucked hard into her asshole and savored her gripping me. It was a thrill to have her holding me. I loved every moment of her being in my asshole. I loved every second of it.

I bruised hard into her. I fucked her with such force. The feeling of her squeezing about me made me shudder. I plowed into her hard and fast, my nuts smacking into her flesh. The pressure rose and rose in them.

“Donna!” Mom gasped. “You wonderful girl! Yes!”

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.

She slid her hand down my chest and found the fly of my pants. She unzipped me with skill. Her hand darted in and found my cock. I throbbed in my mother-in-law’s grip. She held me in her hand, stroking me.

I shuddered as she pulled me out.

Mrs. Lemon mounted me, her purple dress rustling. She knelt with her legs on the either side of me, her skirt sliding over my cock. She lowered herself down. In moments, her thick bush brushed my dick. Her hot pussy lips kissed my crown a heartbeat later.

She broke the kiss. “Mmm, welcome to the family, Jason.”

“Glad to be here,” I panted, staring into my mother-in-law’s green eyes.

“Ooh, ooh, Mom, ride my husband’s big dick,” cooed Donna.

“Yes, yes, be a good boy and let your mother-in-law ravish you,” Mom cooed.

“Yes, Mama!”

“And you want me to ravish you,” Mrs. Lemon purred, rubbing my cock up and down her wet folds.

“Yes, I do,” I panted.

Donna winked at me as her mother sank her pussy down my cock.

“Oh, damn,” I groaned as the MILF’s juicy, wet pussy slowly swallowed me. Her husband was filming this moment. “Mrs. Lemon!”

“Mom,” she purred, taking inch after inch of my dick in her pussy. She swallowed me. “Call me, Mom, Jason.”

“Yes, Mom,” I breathed as her tight and juicy cunt swallowed every inch of my cock.

She smiled, her cunt squeezing around me. She arched her back, thrusting her large breasts at me in her purple top. She pulled down on it and her naked tits jiggled out. Not a bra in sight. Her dusky-pink nipples beaded with her creamy milk.

“Mmm, you’re my son now,” she cooed and pulled me to her nipple.

I latched on and suckled.

Her creamy milk flooded my mouth. I loved the taste of her. My eyes squeezed shut. I suckled on her. I nursed with such hunger on her nub. Her milk flooded into my mouth. I loved that. I nibbled on her. I suckled, my cheeks hollowing.

“Jason!” she moaned and slid up me.

Her pussy massaged my cock. I loved how tight she gripped me. How she slid up me then slammed back down me. I gulped down her milk. I swallowed that wonderful, creamy treat. She had a sweeter taste than my mother, but not as much of the cantaloupe aftertaste.

And that was the best part of nursing from my mom.

I gripped my mother-in-law’s rump. I squeezed her as she worked up and down my dick. It was incredible feeling her sliding up and down me. She slammed back down my cock. She took me to the hilt. I groaned, savoring her dick bottoming out on me.

She rode me fast and hard cleaning my dick of her daughter’s ass. She slid her cunt up and down my dick. I loved it. I nursed with hunger. I gulped down her breast milk, letting it flow down my throat. Her warmth spread through my crotch as her tight pussy massaged my dick.

“Mmm, are you going to breed my mom’s fertile pussy?” cooed Donna.

I popped my mouth of her mother’s nipple. “I hope so.”

“Mmm, going to breed your Mama and your mother-in-law.” Mom purred. “That’s my good boy.”

I winked at her as I latched onto Mrs. Lemon’s nipple. I suckled. Her milk gushed into my mouth.

“Oh, yes, yes, breed me,” groaned Mrs. Lemon. “Give me another son. They can tag-team me.”

I shuddered as the married MILF worked her cunt up and down my dick. She rode me, squeezing her twat around me. I loved the feel of her snatch massaging me. It was an incredible rush. I hurtled closer and closer to my eruption.

I swallowed all that creamy milk. I gulped it down, reveling in the delight of swallowing her breast milk. It was incredible. I loved every second of it. I savored every moment as I rose towards my orgasm. I would cum in her.

Everyone watched. Donna. Mom. Dad. My father-in-law filming it. They all saw Mrs. Lemon welcoming me into the family.

It was such a rush. My orgasm built and built. That explosive ache reached the pinnacle of my cock. I groaned, about to explode. I would have such a mighty eruption. I squeezed her rump, kneading her ass, as I hurtled toward that moment.

Her pussy massaged me.

Loved me.

I gulped down all her breast milk.

Mrs. Lemon slammed her cunt down my dick. I groaned around her nipple, gulping down mouthful after mouthful of her breast milk. She groaned, her pussy engulfing my dick. She threw back her head and gasped out in delight.

Her pussy went wild around my dick.

“Oh, yes, yes, Jason!” she moaned. “Now you’re really my son!”

I ripped my mouth off her nipple and gasped, “I am, Mom!”

Mrs. Lemon kissed me as I erupted into her juicy cunt. I bathed my mother-in-law’s pussy with my spunk. I pumped blast after blast of jizz into her. I had, hopefully, bred my mama today. Maybe I would breed Mrs. Lemon, too.

Her pussy convulsed and writhed around my dick. I pumped blast after blast of my cum into her snatch. I flooded her with all that I had. My fingers dug into her ass. I held her tight as I pumped more and more of my cum into her snatch.

“Go, Jason!” my bride cried. “Breed my mother!”

“Oh, do it, honey,” Mom purred.

Stars burst across my eyes. They danced with the rapture of cumming in my mother-in-law’s pussy. her hot cunt rippled around me. She massaged me with her wondrous cunt. It was so awesome to pump all my jizz into her snatch.

I hit the peak. I broke the kiss and groaned, “I hope I bred you, Mom.”

Mrs. Lemon beamed at me, her green eyes sparkling. They were such a beautiful color for eyes. My favorite, in fact. “I hope so, too. Mmm, I know you’re going to make my Donna so happy. You’re going to be such an amazing husband.”

I smiled, my cheeks warm. “I hope so.”

“Don’t hope,” she said. “Just do it. Make it your goal and set out to do it.”

“Okay,” I said, my heart racing.

She winked at me. “You’ll be amazing.”

“Mmm, you have to get off my husband now, Mom,” Donna said. “It’s time for our first dance.”

Mrs. Lemon smiled. She slid her cunt off my cock. “Of course.”

I groaned as she popped off and slid onto the floor. I dismounted. My bride was there to put my cock away and zip me up. She kissed me, her pregnant belly pressing into my side. I hoped she tasted her mother’s breast milk on my lips.

“Shall we?” she asked when she broke the kiss.

“Yeah,” I said as we headed to the dance floor. “I love you, Donna.”

She blushed so prettily. “I love you, too, mother-fucker.”

We both burst into laughter. I was so glad that I had Donna and Mom in my life. It would be an amazing one. I could just feel it. I don’t know why I lucked out in getting that belt, but I would be forever thankful for it.