Mable's Breasts Pt. 11

Mable returned my smile almost sheepishly, "I think it's fair to say that you can pretty much count on it," she said. "It was a little...I don't know, scary I guess...to lose myself that way."

I smiled and reached out to stroke her cheek lovingly. "I'm just happy that you trusted in me enough to allow it to happen with me."

"I love you, Jimmy," she said, looking into my eyes. "And, right now, I believe you and I are not quite finished."

When I cocked an eyebrow curiously, she continued. "I'm feeling a little empty inside," she said, reaching her hand between her legs to cup her pubic mound. "I need to feel you inside me."

I smiled, feeling a great need to let myself go and relieve the ache and pressure I was still feeling between my legs.

To my surprise, she quickly rose up and straddled my thighs, taking my face between her hands and looking into my eyes. "I don't want you to make love to me," she said with a little shake of her head as she lowered her left hand, her fingertips teased the tip of my cock. "There's been enough of that for now. I just want to take you inside me and feel you cum. I want to FEEL it inside me. Will you do that for me?"

She smiled and leaned forward to kiss my lips warmly as her hand closed around the tip of my cock and she began to stroke me with exquisite tenderness. She pressed her forehead against mine and looked deeply into my eyes. "Tell me when you're close, baby," she said.

I surrendered to the pleasure of her hand as she stroked me and felt the rise of my orgasm swelling in the pit of my stomach as my abdominal muscles began to tighten.

My eyes widened as I looked into hers, "I'm...really close," I said, feeling myself reach the point of no return.

She quickly raised her hips and guided me to her vagina, settling her weight onto me and taking me deep inside her. "Let it go, baby," she urged, her eyes imploring into mine.

"Oh, Mable," I sighed as my first ejaculation erupted inside her. Mable gasped and her mouth opened as she felt my penis swelling inside her and the sudden rush of wetness within as my semen began to fill her.

"Mable!" I sighed as my second ejaculation sent another jet of semen deep inside her. And then, "Mable!...Mable!...Mable!" I sighed anew with each succeeding ejaculation while staring into her eyes.

As my orgasm began to fade and my final burst of semen flowed into her, her eyes suddenly filled with tears. Her eyelids fluttered and her breathing faltered as the tears began to stream down her cheeks.

"Oh...My baby," she said, her voice breaking with emotion as her arms went around my neck tightly. "My baby...my darling, baby," she whispered, her lips now against my ear. "Oh, baby...I love you SO much."

To my astonishment, her hips began to tremble. And, as she continued to sob lightly, I felt her vagina tightening against me as her hips began to move ever so slightly.

"Oh, god...I'm cumming," she sighed as her hips gently rocked to the rhythm of her need and she surrendered to the pleasure. Her orgasm was slow and gentle with her buttocks pressed down onto my thighs and her vagina tightening on my cock as she shuddered in my arms and her soft sighs warming my cheek.

Moments later, as her pleasure began to ebb, she raised her head and looked into my eyes, the tears streaming down her cheeks.

I wiped away her tears and she smiled self-consciously. "I just...couldn't hold the feeling back, baby. The look of love on your face as you came inside me was just the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. No-one's ever looked at me with so much love."

We held one another and kissed lovingly as I caressed her bared thighs and buttocks. "I don't know what I would do if I ever lost your love, baby. I don't know what would become of me."

Oh my God. Like a bolt of divine lightning from the heavens, I knew this was the perfect moment I had been waiting for. As I looked into her eyes, I reached below my knee to find the ring pouch in the pocket of my jeans. "I never want to lose you either, Mable," I said. "Will you marry me?"

Her jaw dropped and she gasped, looking deeply into my eyes with a little shake of her head. "Are you...are you asking..."

I smiled and nodded, bringing up the red velvet ring pouch and opening it before her eyes. She gasped as the ring slid into the palm of my hand. Her eyes welled once more, and tears began to flow down her cheeks.

She pressed her lips tightly together in an attempt to stem the tears and nodded her head. I took her left hand and slipped the ring onto her ring finger. "Please, Mable," I said looking imploringly into her eyes.

She nodded again and, despite her tears, she smiled, "Yes," she said, the word little more than a breathy whisper. "Yes...yes, yes. A thousand times YES!"

She threw her arms around my neck and crushed me to her, sobbing softly against my ear as I caressed her, tears of happiness welling in my own eyes as well.

"Are you sure this is what you really want?" She said, raising her head to look into my eyes.

"With all my heart," I returned. "I don't want any other woman, Mable. I only want you. Every time I see you, all I want to do is to be inside you."

Mable looked into my eyes without smiling and nodded, "I sure hope so baby, because that's exactly how I feel. I don't want to be with another man...ever. I don't want to feel any other man's penis or any other man's semen inside me. I only want you."

I couldn't help but smile when she finished talking, "God, Mable, everything we just said sounded like wedding vows from a porn movie."

Mable laughed aloud and tossed her hair from her face, "I think so too, but I meant every word I said."

"Let's do it then," I said. "Right now. Let's get dressed and get married right now."

"Woah, hold on there, tiger," she admonished. "While I'd like nothing more than to marry you right this very second, we have your Mom to consider. If we do it without her she will never forgive us."

I nodded, realizing the truth in her words. "You're right," I said. "We'll have to wait. At least until we talk to her."

We kissed and I felt my penis stirring inside her. God, her vagina was beautiful. "I was hoping," I smiled as our lips parted, "that the next time I make love to you, it would be making love with my wife."

I smiled as I pushed her to the side and rolled over on top of her, "I guess I'll just have to be satisfied making love to my fiancé instead."

I thrust into her forcefully, leaving no doubt in her mind how much I wanted her at that very moment. We made love frantically, like animals, thrusting and grinding as we each cried out in our lust and pleasure.

Later, as we finally made our way upstairs to our bedroom, we made love again, slowly and sensually, a celebration of our love for one another and our impending marriage.

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The next morning, while Mable showered, I slipped out to pick up a couple of breakfast burritos from a nearby Roberto's. Arriving home, I found her in the kitchen where she was in the process of making a pot of coffee.

It hit me all over again as I walked in the door and saw her busying herself in the kitchen how much I loved her. Her hair was pulled back into a loose ponytail and, even without makeup, her face looked astonishingly fresh and beautiful. But it was her voluptuous body that never failed to take my breath away, and this morning was no exception.

She wore very little, loose-fitting tank top cut off just below her breasts to expose her midriff and a little black thong. As she moved, her big beautiful breasts swayed provocatively beneath the thin cotton material, occasionally exposing the bottoms of her breasts whenever she bent at the waist or turned abruptly. Her broad plush hips narrowed to her curvy thighs and shapely calves. The little black thong completely disappeared between her gorgeous buttocks cheeks and barely covered her pubic mound, almost giving the impression that she was completely nude beneath her little cut-off top.

Watching her move about, I couldn't help but be astonished all over again at my extreme good fortune to have her in my life. She was everything to me, my business partner, my lover, my best friend and soon to be my wife.

I leaned against the doorway arch leading to the kitchen just to watch her move and excite myself. I smiled to feel my erection coming to life in the confines of my jeans and adjusted them accordingly as I couldn't help but begin to fantasize about the many and varied ways I wanted to make love to her at that moment.

She glanced up and was momentarily startled to see me standing in the doorway. She turned from the sink, wiping her hands on a dishtowel and her lips curled into a smile. "Oh, hey," she said, I didn't hear you come in. I was..." She paused when she saw the look of desire on my face and her smile faded as her eyes dropped to the bulge in the front of my jeans.

"Oh," she said, narrowing her eyes knowingly as she moved toward me with a seductive smile on her face. "God, I love it when you look at me that way."

She slipped her arms around my neck and pulled me close, pressing her body against mine and kissing my lips warmly as I slipped my hands over her hips and down to cup her fleshy buttocks cheeks and pull her into me.

"Mmm," she moaned deep in her throat as I pressed the bulge of my erection directly against her pubic mound. I thrust my hips into her and shivered with pleasure as her body responded. My mouth moved on hers almost hungrily and I felt her lips warm as her arousal increased.

I turned and pressed forward, backing her against the arch of the doorway, grasping the flimsy waistband of her thong and thrusting it down over her hips to fall onto the floor at her feet. She moaned softly, her mouth never leaving mine as I quickly opened up my jeans and pushed them, along with my briefs down to fall onto the floor as well.

Mable responded by parting her legs as I guided the tip of my cock to her vagina. I felt her slick and warm with the tip of my cock and pressed forward, parting her lips with the tip of my cock.

Mable opened her eyes and looked directly into mine as I thrust forward and penetrated her, moving deeper into her with each succeeding thrust until my pubic bone was pressed against hers and I was deep inside her.

"Come on!" She gasped as I began thrusting rapidly. "Cum for me, baby...cum inside me."

But, I was already letting go before she finished speaking, unable to hold myself back for even a moment once I felt the exquisite sensation of her warm, wet vagina surround me.

"Yes!" She cried as she felt my erection swelling inside her as I began to ejaculate, her arms tightening around my neck, her lips close to my ear. "Oh, baby...YES!"

I felt her need rising just as my orgasm began to fade and I continued to thrust into her vigorously until, with another cry that filled the kitchen and echoed off the walls, her orgasm swept her away and her body shuddered almost violently in her throes of pleasure.

Moments later, I pulled back to let my cock slip from her. We smiled at one another, both of us basking in the glow of our pleasure. "Sorry," I said, feeling a little self-conscious for having forced myself on her the way I did. "I just wanted you so bad..."

Mable shook her head vigorously, "No," she said, "you NEVER have to apologize for wanting me this way, baby. My body is yours, and you can have me anytime, anywhere."

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Later that evening Mable and I lounged on the patio and talked over our plans for getting married. Neither of us had any desire for a church wedding with invited guests and discovered we both really liked the idea of going totally Vegas by getting married in a Strip wedding chapel by an Elvis impersonator. The love we had for one another coupled with the absurdity of the Elvis ceremony seemed to really appeal to the inner child in each of us.

"It sounds perfect," smiled Mable. "Why don't I get us some wine to commemorate this momentous occasion."

She made her way into the house and through the open patio door, I heard the cork pop from the bottle. Suddenly, I heard Mom's voice and Mable's exclamation of excitement. I smiled, happy Mom was home and wondering how long she might be home for this time.

To my surprise, Richie stepped from the kitchen onto the patio and joined me at the patio table. We smiled at one another in greeting and fist-bumped.

"Hey," I said. "What are you two up to tonight?"

"We're going out to dinner and Leslie wanted to bring you two along if you're up for it." He answered. "She also wanted a change of clothes too."

He glanced over his shoulder at the patio door and then back at me, lowering his voice. "Listen," he said, leaning closer. "I'm kinda glad I got you alone for a minute. I'm a bit of an old-fashioned guy here. And, seeing as how YOU are the man of this here house and her only son, I wanted to ask you if it would be all right with you if I asked Les...your Mom to marry me?"

I blinked at him in mild disbelief and then smiled. "Are you kidding? It would be perfectly all right with me," I smiled, reaching out to shake his hand. He gripped me tightly and smiled, looking relieved.

"I missed my chance with her all those years ago," he continued. "And I don't want to make the same mistake all over again."

"For me," I said with a smile, "I'm for anything that makes Mom happy. She hasn't really been happy in a long time."

"I know," he said, nodding soberly, "I can see it in her eyes. I just want the chance to make things better for her if I can."

"You certainly have my blessing," I continued, pausing to smile broadly. "As long as I don't have to call you Daddy."

He laughed aloud and tossed his head, "No worries in that department."

Suddenly we both jumped as Mom shrieked from the kitchen. Before either of us could rise to respond, we heard the women laughing. I put my hand on Richie's arm as he was about to jump up. "Hang on," I said. "I think Mom just found out that Mable and I are engaged."

Richie's eyes widened and he smiled broadly. "No shit? Congratulations." He grasped my hand once more just as Mom and Mable stepped out onto the patio.

"Richie!" exclaimed Mom, her arm about Mable's waist. "They're engaged!"

I quickly stood as Mom rushed over to take me in her arms. "I'm so happy for the two of you," she murmured, her lips near my ear. "When are you planning to do it?"

"Actually, we were kind of waiting for you, Mom," I said, pulling away to look into her eyes. "We wanted to make sure you would be able to be there."

Mable stepped up and Mom and I included her into our communal embrace. "You two damn well better not even think of doing it without me," said Mom as Mable and I shared a smile.

As we all stepped back and Mom wiped the moisture from her eyes, we turned to see Richie down on one knee behind Mom.

"Richie?" Said Mom, her eyes widening in surprise.

"Leslie Anne Kirk?" Said Richie, looking up with a very anxious expression. He lifted his hands holding an opened ring box with a diamond that looked at first glance to be the size of Cleveland. "Will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?"

Mom's hands covered her mouth and her eyes welled with tears. She knelt beside him and took him in her arms. "Yes," she said, her voice muffled with her face buried in his neck.

Mable and I embraced as well, as Mable too wiped tears from her cheeks. I hurried into the kitchen to procure the forgotten bottle of wine and four glasses, returning just as Mom and Richie stood and kissed warmly. We all sat down and the wine was poured.

"My God," said Mom, sounding slightly breathless. "Everything seems to be happening so fast."

Mable reached over and took Mom's hand. "We've decided to do the Vegas thing in one of those chapels with Elvis," she said smiling broadly.

Mom returned her smile, "Oh, God...That sounds perfect."

"Is that something you would like too?" asked Richie.

Mom smiled and nodded, "I think so," she said, "I'm not much into church formality anymore."

Richie smiled and stood, taking his cellphone from his back pocket. "Give me a second," he said, turning away and putting the phone to his ear.

Mable looked from Mom to me, "Would either of you be opposed to all of us getting married at the same time?'

Mom smiled broadly as she looked at me and I nodded, knowing the idea appealed to her very much.

"Hey," said Richie, stepping back to the table excitedly. The Little White Wedding Chapel on the Strip is open and available right now. What do you say, Leslie?"

"Would you mind if they got married too...at the same time?" She asked. Richie laughed and nodded, "I can't think of anything more perfect," he said.

As Richie finalized things on the phone, we all decided that our current mode of casual dress was the way we should go and, moments later, we were all jumping into Richie's limo while he gave the driver directions. He stayed on the phone for several more minutes as the limo sped away, but then we were all sipping more wine and laughing happily as we made our way down to Las Vegas Boulevard.

The marriage ceremony was short and sweet and completely succinct. First, we stood before a Justice of the Peace to recite our wedding vows, one couple at a time. And then we entered the little chapel to meet the Elvis impersonator. He was actually remarkably good at his performance, only stumbling over his words once when he recognized Richie. He married both couples at the same time, Richie and I both promising to give our brides a Big, Big Hunk of Love every day, while the women promised never to step on our Blue Suede Shoes.

A group photo was taken with the four of us and Elvis and it was over, the entire wedding ceremony over in less than thirty minutes. What can I say? It's Las Vegas.

Once back inside the limo, Richie hit us with his next surprise, telling us he was taking us all out to dinner at the top of the Aria.

We all smiled happily, and Mable kissed my cheek. She leaned in close, her lips touching my ear and whispered, "I guess we'll have to wait a little longer to consummate our marriage," she said. "But, as soon as I get you home, I am SO going to consummate your brains out."

I smiled and nodded, feeling the pull of a growing erection at the thought. When next we made love, it would be as husband and wife.

Dinner was incredible, and Richie spared no expense, ordering expensive wine and tipping lavishly. As we made our way down to the lobby after dinner, he excused himself for several minutes. While the women excused themselves to visit the ladies' room to freshen up, I took a seat in one of the lobby's plush easy chairs, smiling to myself and watching the tourists walking by.

Once we had gathered together once more, Richie gave Mable a plastic room key card. "I took the liberty of reserving two of their honeymoon suites on the penthouse floor. It's my wedding present to both of you."

Mable smiled and blushed, reaching out to give him a warm hug. "Thank you, Richie," she said. "This is so sweet."

Our suites were not adjoining but were actually across the hall from one another. We all embraced warmly and retired to our respective rooms. Entering the suite quite literally took our breaths away. It was immense, with a seating area complete with sofas, easy chairs, a big-screen television, and a large bedroom alcove with a big round, canopied bed. A large bathing area complimented the rest of the room, with a jacuzzi, walk-in shower and every amenity imaginable.

By far, the most awe-inspiring aspect of the suite was the view of the Strip. One entire wall was glass from floor to ceiling with a stunning panoramic view of the neon-emblazoned Las Vegas Strip.