The Wedding Day

***A little poem I wrote for fun, before I knuckle down and write something substantial again.

The Wedding Day

The beautiful bride,
Was smiling so wide,
Enjoying her one perfect day.
The groom, by contrast,
Knew it wouldn’t last,
And carefully he slipped away.

The bride didn’t spy
Her mom slipping by
And following after the groom.
Who would suppose
Right under her nose
They’d steal away out of the room?

The cake was all done,
The dancing begun,
And everyone took to the floor
The bride looked around,
The groom couldn’t be found,
So she curiously went to the door.

The hallway was bare,
There was nobody there,
Just the bathrooms, one for each sex
The men’s room was bare,
There was nobody there,
So she went to the women’s door next.

There were sounds of distress,
(At least that’s what she guessed)
As she entered and looked all around.
The very last stall,
The furthest of all,
Was the source of the curious sound.

She could tell as she neared,
It was not as she feared
No distress, just soft little moans
She pushed the door wide
To see what was inside
And it shattered her down to her bones

Her husband was there
His midsection bare,
And his cock for the whole world to see.
Except for the tip,
Thrust between the lips,
Of her mother’s juicy old pussy.

When he looked up and spied her,
He came right inside her
Old mother, who screamed out his name.
The bride she just cried,
While he orgasmed inside
And the mother she did the same.

He grunted and thrust,
Venting his lust,
Twixt the thighs of his bride’s slutty mother.
The bride cried out, “Why?”
He responded, “Cuz I
Know you’ve been fucking my brother.”