What Mom Knows Fucks Her in Whitebysilkstockingslover©
Summary: Three weddings in Vegas and some very submissive brides.
Note 1: Thanks to MAB7991 and goamz86 for editing this chapter.
Note 2: This is part six of a continuing incest series (although it is much more complex than simply an incest story). I highly recommend you read the first five parts as the layered subplots may be confusing without the background information...but here is a very brief primer of the series so far:
In WHAT MOM DOESN'T KNOW WILL FUCK HER 18-year-old Curtis goes to a Halloween party dressed in a costume designed for his absent father and ends up fucking his beautiful mother.
In WHAT MOM KNOWS FUCKS HER AGAIN Curtis ends up in an amazing threesome with his mother and his fantasy girl the semi-celebrity weather girl Miranda Collington.
In WHAT MOM KNOWS FUCKS HER ASS Curtis begins dating the much older, but sexually exotic Miranda while also continuing to fuck his Mother; and as the title suggests Curtis gets his mother's ass during a legendary evening where he fulfills the Tri-fecta coming in his Mother's mouth, pussy and ass.
In WHAT MOM KNOWS FUCKS HER IN THE AIR Curtis joins the Mile High Club during an epic first class flight to Vegas with both his Mom, his celebrity girlfriend Miranda, Mom's friend and ex-Mistress Ellie and a very submissive stewardess.
In WHAT MOM KNOWS FUCKS HER IN VEGAS Curtis must try desperately to stop Mom's ex-Mistress Ellie from reclaiming his submissive mother; Curtis and his mom have a heart to heart; Curtis, Miranda, Ellie and his mom end up in a hot five-some in a church with the bride minutes before the wedding; Curtis and Miranda make a BIG decision.
And a reminder of the last few lines from chapter 5:
"Miranda Collington, will you marry me?" Curtis asked.
"Yes," she smiled and I stood back up and kissed her with a mixture of tenderness and passion.
When the kiss finally broke, Miranda said, "So we need to really hurry if we are going to get married today."
"Today?" I repeated, surprised by her words.
"Well, while in Rome," she shrugged, leading me to a taxi. "But first, I need a dress."
What Mom Knows Fucks Her in White
Twenty minutes later, we were at a bridal shop and Miranda was trying on wedding dresses. I couldn't believe that I was about to get married...to the woman of my dreams. The reality is it was absurd, but the past few weeks had been absurd, beautifully absurd and I was the luckiest man on the planet.
On the drive over to the bridal shop, I texted Mom:
What are you doing right now? I have big news.
My phone rang a minute later, but it was Ellie. "This better be good, my new slut is just about to start her training."
"Don't you mean our slut?" I countered.
"Semantics," she replied flippantly, "What is this big news?"
"Miranda and I are getting married today," I answered.
"Excuse me?" She asked, my news actually surprising her.
"In an hour at A Little White Wedding Chapel," I added.
"You're serious?" She asked.
"Very much so," I admitted, just as Miranda came out of the changing room dressed in white.
"Can we get a buy one, get one free wedding deal?" Ellie asked.
I didn't answer as I was completely mesmerized by my beautiful bride-to-be. Miranda stopped, posed and twirled.
"Hello?" Ellie said.
"Oh sorry, I'm just looking at Miranda in a wedding dress," I replied, still unable to take my eyes off her.
"Where are you?" She asked.
I gave her the address and she said, "We just drove past there. We will be there in five, don't leave."
"Sounds good," I said, not really listening as I hung up and moved towards Miranda who somehow looked even more beautiful in all white.
"So how do I look?" She asked.
"Radiant," I answered, the only word that remotely did her justice.
"I bet you say that to all the older women you decide to marry," she smiled.
"I suppose that is true," I quipped back, my cock already hard just looking at her.
"You sure you want to do this?" She smiled, looking beautiful and insecure just like Julia Roberts in that Notting Hill movie she had made me watch a couple of weeks ago.
"I've never wanted anything more in life," I said.
"Not even when you banged your mom?" She questioned, eyebrow raised.
"Which time?" I asked, avoiding answering the question.
"Slut," she teased.
"I prefer stud," I countered.
"So stud was that your mom you were talking to?" She asked.
"Ellie," I corrected.
"They are on their way here as we speak," I said.
"To stop us?" She asked.
"I think to buy a wedding dress themselves," I said, realizing what Ellie said way after the fact.
"I think so. I wasn't really listening after I got distracted," I smiled.
"By what?" She asked, her hand going to my crotch.
"Some super hot bride-to-be," I replied casually.
"Already straying," she teased.
"I'll never stray," I said sincerely, before adding, "Without you being a part of it."
"Oh you know just what to say to a gal," she laughed.
"I love you, Miranda," I said, wanting to make sure through all our playful banter she knew without a doubt what she meant to me.
"I love you too, Curtis," Miranda replied. She leaned in and kissed me before adding, our brief moment of sweetness short lived as usual, "Do you want one more fuck before you have a ball and chain?" She teased.
"I hope you mean those in the kinky sense," I playfully replied.
"You are so naughty," she smiled, grabbing my hand and leading me into the changing room.
"Here?" I asked, a few other women meandering in the store.
"Ever fucked a bride-to-be in a bridal shop?" She asked, taking the dress off.
"Bride-to-be, yes; bride-to-be in a bridal shop, no," I said, looking at her perfect body now in only white thigh high stockings.
"Well we better change that," she smiled, lowering herself to her knees and fishing out my cock.
Miranda barely had my cock in her mouth when I heard Ellie's voice.
"Stop having sex in the changing room and get out here," Ellie yelled loud enough for other patrons to hear.
Miranda allowed my cock to slip out of her mouth, "Rain check?"
"Indeed," I smiled, as I put my cock away and Miranda stood up.
After a quick kiss, I left the room and saw Mom and Ellie looking at wedding dresses.
Mom, seeing me, smiled tentatively, "I hear you're getting married."
"Crazy, isn't it?" I said, the sudden reality of our impulse decision hitting me completely.
"A little," she smiled, glancing over to Ellie.
"You okay with it?" I asked, wanting her approval.
"Of course," she smiled warmly, "You and Miranda are so perfect for each other. I believe, if I recall, I was the one to set you two up."
"That's true, isn't it," I laughed, the irony that my wife-to-be used to be my mom's lesbian submissive.
Even with our age difference?" I asked.
"Age is just a number, baby, it is what you feel here that matters," my guru mother of love explained, touching my heart. After a moment, she slyly squeezed my cock and added, "Of course, how you feel here also is pretty important."
"Oh mom," I laughed.
"Now help me pick a dress," Mom said.
"For what?" I asked.
"We are going to get married too," Ellie said interrupting our brief mother and son moment.
"Isn't that illegal in Nevada?" I asked.
"It won't be real, just a symbol of your slut mother's unconditional loyalty to me," Ellie explained, before adding, "Since she is still married to your father."
"Oh," was all I could muster. Suddenly feeling guilty, which was ironic since I had been fucking mom behind dad's back for a while, I asked, "What about dad?"
Mom looked guilty, but answered, "I just don't love him anymore."
"Because you love me," Ellie added.
"Yes, Mistress, I love you," Mom admitted, her cheeks going red.
"And you are my slut," Ellie continued.
"I'm both of your sluts," Mom corrected.
I added, "Remember Ellie, you and mom can have a relationship. But I am still the one in charge."
Ellie glared at me, but didn't say anything.
Deciding to push my luck, I ordered, "Tell me who your master is, slut Ellie."
Her glare would have rattled most men, yet after having her submit to me in the church I felt confident I had her under my thumb. Her glare turned to mom who said, "Mistress Ellie, my son, and I are a package deal, remember?"
Her teeth clenched, steam ready to come out of her ears, Ellie answered, "You are."
"I am what, slave Ellie?" I continued wanting to hear her say it.
"My master," she admitted, even though I knew mom was going to pay for Ellie's humiliation, I pushed even further.
"And your mouth, cunt and ass are mine to use as I please," I clarified.
Ellie stared at mom again, but mom again supported me and said, "Ellie, you are my mistress, but Curtis is my master and your master too if you want me."
"So I have to submit to your son and obey all his bullshit orders to keep you?" Ellie asked clearly pissed.
"Without hesitation," Mom said, strangely seeming to enjoy her brief moment of power over Ellie.
"And in return?" Ellie asked.
"I divorce my husband, move in with you and become your obedient lover," Mom answered. After a brief moment, she added, her tone so vulnerable and sincere, "I love you Ellie, I always have, but I love Curtis as well. I need you both."
This seemed to soften Ellie's firm resolve, "Fine."
"Fine, what?" I asked, knowing that although I wasn't really a dominant personality, I needed to be to overpower Ellie's strong persona.
"Fine, my holes are yours," she said, crudely.
"Don't pretend you didn't love my cock fucking you, Ellie, your body betrayed you," I smugly said.
"How about this one?" Mom asked, clearly trying to change the topic.
"Go try it on," Ellie ordered, getting back to her dominant persona.
"Yes, Mistress," Mom obeyed.
The next few minutes all three women tried on wedding dresses and I was in white stockings and dress heaven.
On the way to the church twenty-five minutes later, Ellie demanded we pull over at a sex shop where she ran in quickly and returned with a bag. Her devious smile had me curious but I didn't ask assuming I would soon find out.
Half an hour later, Miranda and I were married. I can't explain how great it felt to say those simple words, "I do." Her smile, the twinkle in her eye and the warmth that spread over me when she said those same two words were indescribable. Although I was eighteen and had just married a woman twice my age, nothing ever felt so right in my life.
Ellie had to really work to convince the minister to fake marry them as it was very unorthodox, yet Ellie usually got her way, and this was another example of that. The church was closed for the next two hours and only the four of us, the minister and a pretty, but chubby, twenty year old girl who was videotaping our weddings for prosperity.
The lesbian ceremony was unique, hot and twisted as somehow they had time to make up their own vows which were both unique and hot as hell.
I, Alexis the submissive, take you, Mistress Ellie, to be my wedded wife, owner and Mistress. With the deepest joy I come to my rightful place at your feet. I happily give you my life, my mouth and my (after a pause) cunt and ass as I confidentially give myself to you unconditionally as your loyal servant. I will cleave unto you, loving you, obeying you, submitting to you without hesitation to please you as both a wife and slave. Therefore, throughout my life, I give you my heart, my mind and my body to use as you please, I pledge unconditional obedience to you as wife, slave and slut.
The look on the minister's face was priceless as was the woman who was taping the ceremony. My cock was hard as a rock and Miranda, now my wife, decided to do something crazy to add to this craziest day of my life. She fished out my cock, lifted up her wedding dress and lowered her wet cunt onto me. She didn't ride me, she just sat on my lap her warmth enveloping me as we continued to watch the unique lesbian wedding ceremony.
Ellie said, turning to me with a smile before returning her gaze to mom:
I, Mistress Ellie, take you, submissive Alexis, to be my wedded wife, slave and submissive. With the deepest pleasure I come, both literally and figuratively, to my rightful place standing before you. I happily will take control of your entire life, making all your decisions for you, taking your mouth, cunt and ass as I wish for my pleasure and your obedience as I become your powerful, caring Mistress, I will cleave unto you, loving you, instructing you, training you with compassion to turn you into a good, loyal submissive wife and slave. Therefore, throughout my life, I give you my heart, I give you my cunt to eat, my body to pleasure and honor, I pledge unconditional discipline and training as your wife, Mistress and owner.
Miranda, the nasty words of Ellie super twisted and hot, began slowly riding my cock in a tiny church while the wedding was taking place.
"Do you have rings?" The minister asked his tone implying he just wanted this to end.
"Something like that," Ellie smiled, bending down and reaching into a bag.
"Oh my," the minister gasped, as Ellie pulled out a collar and leash.
"Oh my indeed," Ellie replied as she moved to mom and placed the black collar around her neck. The scene was so crazy, so hot and so surreal, I slapped Miranda's ass and she intuitively began moving up and down slowly as we continued to watch the ceremony.
Ellie handed the minister a piece of paper. He looked at it and his eyes went big. After a brief pause he looked at Ellie who just nodded, then stammered, clearly stunned by what he had witnessed so far and just read, looked to mom and said, "You may lick your Mistress."
I watched, as Miranda rode me starting to move faster, as mom fell to her knees as Ellie lifted up her dress. Mom crawled to her Mistress bride, leaned forward and licked Ellie's cunt.
Ellie moaned, "That's it, my submissive bride, lick your mistress."
The minister, clearly overwhelmed, looked up and saw that Miranda was riding me, the subtleness of her originally sitting on my cock now gone as she began moaning and bouncing up and down on me, filling herself with my cock.
Ellie grabbed mom's head and rubbed her cunt all mom's face before letting her go.
Mom, stood back up, returned to her position, her face shiny with Ellie's wetness.
"I-I-I now pronounce you wife and wife," the minister declared.
"Yeeeeees," Miranda screamed, both celebrating the faux lesbian marriage as well as the orgasm she was reaching.
"Slut, please pay the minister," Ellie ordered.
Mom was confused by the order.
"Suck his cock," Ellie ordered, before looking at the camera girl and demanding, "Keep filming."
"Yes, Mistress," mom agreed, dropping back to her knees and fishing out the minister's cock which was rock hard.
"Oh God," the minister groaned, which made me laugh considering where we were.
Miranda begged, "Please hubby, cum in your wife's cunt, I want to feel you fill me up."
Ellie meanwhile pulled out a strap-on cock from the bag, put it on, lifted up mom's wedding dress and filled her cunt as she continued sucking the minister.
The act was so erotic, the place so sinful, and watching my mom get fucked while in a wedding dress wearing white thigh highs was too much and I shot my load deep inside my new bride.
Miranda screamed, "Yeeeeessss, I loooove youuu."
"I love you tooooooo," I groaned, as she milked my cock of every last drop of my cum.
"Aaaaah," the minister grunted himself as he made a hilarious face while coming in mom's mouth.
As soon as he pulled out, mom got animated, "Oh yes, mistress, fuck my cunt hard, I'm yours."
Miranda stopped riding me, but continued sitting on my cock, as we watched Ellie consummate her faux marriage with mom.
"Tell me who you love," Ellie demanded.
"Yooooou," Mom admitted.
"Who are you married to?" Ellie questioned, slamming hard into mom.
"My Mistress Ellie," Mom screamed, clearly near her own orgasm.
"Come my slut, come on my cock," Ellie ordered.
"Oh yes...so close...Mistress...shit...harder...damn it...god...so good...yes...yes...fucking shit fuck, fuck, fuuuuuuck," Mom screamed as she gave in completely to the submission and pleasure that came with it.
Miranda whispered, leaning back into me, "That was so fucking hot."
I glanced over to the chubby girl videotaping and saw her hand was rubbing herself, I playfully asked my new slut wife, "Want a snack?"
"I can still eat pussy?" Miranda smiled playfully.
"It should have been in the vows," I joked.
"I know, we really should have created our own vows," Miranda teased.
"Maybe later," I smiled.
Just as Miranda was going to offer her services to the chubby girl, Ellie ordered, "Camera girl get your ass over here."
The camera girl quickly moved her hand away from her pussy and stammered, "P-p-pardon."
"Come here, now!" Ellie demanded, firmly, as she took her strap-on cock off.
The girl obeyed tentatively, obviously horny and nervous and completely out of her element.
When the girl reached Ellie, Ellie asked, "Have you ever eaten pussy?"
"O-o-once," the girl admitted, her face flushed a mixture of embarrassment and horniness.
"Let's make it twice," Ellie countered, putting her hands on the young girl's shoulders and guiding her onto her knees.
The girl stared at Ellie's pussy, as Ellie lifted up her dress, but seemed paralyzed with indecision.
"Get licking," Ellie ordered.
The girl leaned forward and buried her face in Ellie's cunt.
"Go eat the poor girl," I whispered to Miranda.
"Yes, Master," she whispered back playfully, getting off me, a mixture of my and her cum leaked onto me. "Sorry," she shrugged, as she lowered her wedding dress.
"It's the price of love," I joked.
"I'll pay that price every day," she smiled, bending down and swallowing my cock whole.
Standing back up, she smiled, "Love you, baby."
"Ditto," I smiled as she winked and walked up to Ellie and the unnamed chubby girl currently pleasuring Ellie.
Ellie smiled, "I was about to make Alexis do that."
"Our master ordered me to," Miranda said, stressing the word 'our', a reminder that I was in charge of all three of the blushing brides.
Ellie didn't say anything, instead grabbing the girl's head and holding her deep in her cunt.
Miranda, lifted up her wedding dress, lowered herself behind the kneeling girl, lifted up the girl's skirt, ripped the pantyhose at the crotch, tugged the panties aside and buried her face in the girl's pussy.
As I watched the lesbian threesome, mom came over to me, carrying her leash and handed it to me as she sat beside me. My cock was shrinking but still not put away. Mom smiled awkwardly, "So that was strange."
"Strange is the new normal," I joked.
"If that isn't the truth," she smiled.
"You sure about leaving dad?" I asked, although it was probably way too late to change her mind.
"We have been living a facade of a marriage for a while baby. The fact that he couldn't make the Halloween party was just another example of us drifting apart," Mom said.
"It's going to be weird," I said, thinking of returning home married and mom leaving.
"Weird is the new normal," Mom smiled.
"Touché," I laughed.
"Lick faster," Ellie demanded, as mom and I kept talking.
"We all deserve to be happy son, and I was never happier then when I was with Ellie," Mom said.
"Not even when I was born," I joked.