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The church was almost bursting at the seams as Garry and I stood together waiting nervously. Suddenly the organist burst into The Wedding March, and we turned around, there were gasps of delight from the invited guests as Shannon walked in on Colin's arm and defying tradition, mum's arm was through Brenda's.
Apparently, Brenda knew the truth behind our marriages, but she and mum had become close friends, and the elderly lady had cried with joy when mum asked if she would give her away.
Alf Jones was my best man, a fact which made him glow with pride and Garry's cousin John was his. Everybody from the factory was there, Susan and Agnes sniffing behind their handkerchiefs, but with good cause. The girls looked stunning in their identical white wedding dresses, although the vicar had tried to tell mum that she shouldn't really get married in white. A generous donation to the church restoration fund had changed his opinion, no doubt aided by the fact that she'd made the cheque out to cash!
We spent our pre-wedding night apart from our intended brides. Mum was as excited as I'd ever seen her, we ate a leisurely meal and then sat together on the couch just watching television, but our sex drives being the way they are, neither of us could resist each other, and we ended up fucking our brains out on the carpet.
The girls smiled as they took our arms, and together we all stood in front of the vicar, their dresses were quite low cut, and I think both Garry and I had to strain ourselves to look the girls in the eye as we spoke the words.
"You may kiss the brides." the vicar beamed and everyone clapped as we took him up on his suggestion.
"You look beautiful," Agnes sniffed, her eyes brimming over and when mum kissed her, she said, "Oh dear," she sniffled, "I think I'm going to cry."
We held the reception in a local hotel, and as we were quite the local celebrities, even the press was there snapping away. Pictures of me as the poor boy who made good, pictures of the abused wife who'd found her true love, (if only they'd known) and the whiz kid computer genius who'd helped turn a small local business into a multi-million pound empire, they were all snapped and no doubt sold for thousands.
None of us were interested though, Garry and I had the women we wanted to spend the rest of our lives with, and we bore all the snappers with good grace.
We danced with other's wives, purely for the sake of appearances and as I gazed down into my mother's eyes, I sincerely hoped to spend the rest of my life with this beautiful, sexy, slightly kinky little woman.
After we said Goodbye to the last of our guests, we traipsed up to our adjoining rooms and hung the "Do not disturb." notices on our doors, mum slipped out of her wedding dress and came into my arms, we both knew we wouldn't make love, we were both too tired, too pissed and too totally exhausted. But as I wrapped an arm around her back and closed my eyes, I heard her say very softly.
"I'm happy darling, are you?"
My answer was to kiss the top of her head and say.
"More than I could ever imagine, mum."
When we awoke the following morning, we were still wrapped in our incestuous embrace, and even with our breath reeking of booze, we reached for each other and made love. We didn't fuck, we joined each other in a union that only lovers know, she begged me for my seed and I, in turn, delivered it, deep into her womb.
We slept again and then made love in the shower, the cold, sharp spray cascading over us, by the time we'd slept yet again, it was mid-afternoon and we were ready to be collected by our limo which was to take us to Heathrow for our flight out to our adjoining huts in the Maldives.
The sun-drenched islands nestling in the baking heat of the Indian ocean were a perfect destination for us to scuba dive, sunbathe, swim or just do nothing all day except make love. We made love to our wives and each other's wife and when the mood took us, we watched as the girls made love to each other, we did it in bed, on the beach, in the surf, you name a place, we did it there!
Early every evening, a small boat came and collected us to take us to the main island for a banquet type feast, everyone was expected to dress formally and did so. The women loved it and tried every night to look more glamorous than the previous night. I particularly like them in their skin tight sarongs intended to be worn with nothing else, with the trim figures they had it was pretty obvious that they were naked beneath them and both Garry and I sat throughout many meals with achingly stiff cocks.
It was after an unusually late night that mum devised a game to be played on the beach outside our cabins. Both girls had on long, flowing dresses over hold up stockings and tiny panties, both Garry and me loved those little feminine things so mumTo continue reading this story you must be a member. Join for FREE here.
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