Matt married his mother.

Matt had been persistently penetrating his mother's rear for several days, and it's loosen enough accustomed to accommodate his member more smoothly.

Margaret is preparing dinner in the kitchen wearing an apron, and Matt quietly approaches from behind while she's distracted to swiftly wrap his arms around her pregnant belly. The sensation of several feet kicking in the womb made him smile at his accomplishment.

"Matt, what are you....ahhhh, not my rear again," Margaret protested while struggling to finish dinner, "Can't you, ughhh...give me ten minutes of peace?"

"I'm never tire of your rear, mom," Matt said with a sadistic grin as his arousal surged, then he spread the forbidden area to plunge his entire length in one smooth motion, "Damn, your ass is incredibly tight, no matter how many times I stretch it."

Matt gripped his mother's hips to synchronize their movements, and her head swayed back and forth from the relentless rhythm.

"Darling, ughhh...your ughhh....cock feels ohhhhh......incredible, but I'm trying to whip up dinner. Can we postpone my ass for later?"

"I'm almost there, mom. J-just, let me cum in your butt real quick!" Matt exclaimed, fully immersed in pleasure, and then releases the creamy substance before pulling out, "Sorry about that, mom. I can't help but adore your sexy butt.

"I appreciate you delaying the fun, sweetheart. I promise, you can keep your cock in my butt, or use any object you find around the house once I'm finished cooking."

Half an hour later, they sat down to enjoy their meal, but Matt sensed something was troubling his mother.

"What's wrong, mom? Is there an issue with the food?" Matt inquired as he moved towards the refrigerator, "If your butt is sore, we can always use a smaller cucumber."

Margaret pushed her plate aside and replied, "I'm fine, darling. It's not the food or the cucumber stuffed in my ass. It's just...ermm, I throw up every time I eat for some unknown reason." She sighed in frustration while continuing to express her feelings, "I'm thankful to be socializing outside again, but people keep saying I'm pregnant. It makes me wonder..."

Margaret lit a cigarette to smoke and then nervously said, "I rubbed my stomach this morning and felt something moving. You don't think I'm pregnant, do you, Matt?"

Now is the moment to turn his desires into reality, but he must tread carefully. The last thing he wants is for his mother to crumble under guilt.

"Ummm, mom. There's something I need to share with you."

"Huh? What is it, Matt? I'm your mother; you can tell me anything." Margaret reassured him with a warm tone, but then speculated, "Is there a girl at school you have a crush on?"

Matt took a deep breath before responding, "Yeah, I have a crush on someone I've known for a long time... Emmm.... I intentionally impregnated her without getting full consent. What do you think I should do?"

"Well, darling. You've found yourself in quite the predicament, getting her pregnant without revealing your true intentions." Margaret replied earnestly, her concern evident, before suggesting, "If you want my candid advice, I believe you should think about the possibility of marriage, or at the very least, let her know that you're the father of the children."

Matt grinned at his mother's counsel, feeling that everything was unfolding just as planned.

"Thanks for your honesty, Mom. I brought this up because there's a new law concerning pregnancy. If a woman becomes pregnant, the man has the right to compel her into marriage, and she can't refuse. Especially if the pregnancy is a result of blood relations."

"Yes, I'm aware of the law," Margaret replied, her tone shifting as she scrutinized him, "It appears you're hiding something important from me."

"Erm... Do you recall your treatment for infidelity?" Matt teased, a mischievous smirk playing on his lips, "There's a little complication with your cure."

"Huh, w-what kind of complication?" Margaret asked, her voice tinged with fear.

"You can't be impregnated by family members while showing symptoms," Matt said, his gaze wicked as he observed her troubled expression, "Now that you're cured, the chances are..."

Despite the AGS influencing Margaret's thoughts, she still managed to rationalize what her son was suggesting.

"W-what, you can't assume I'm pregnant? This is absurd, Matt. I've been taking fertility pills to avoid pregnancy, remember?"

"Yeah, Mom, but those fertility pills are only ninety-nine percent effective. Looks like you were the unlucky one and ended up pregnant," Matt explained, his tone flirtatious.

His explanation clarified why she felt so uneasy that morning, and panic set in as she exclaimed, "This can't be happening!!! I'm pregnant by my own son, and the law is forcing me into an unethical marriage?"

Margaret caresses her large pregnancy, feeling several feet kicking inside, and comes to terms with the situation.

"Matt, we only had intimacy for three months. I don't understand, why is my pregnancy so big?"

Matt is hesitant to sway his mother's thoughts too much. At this moment, he has **** but to utilize the AGS.

"Mom, it's perfectly normal for a pregnancy to appear this large after three months," Matt reassured her, but it didn't suffice to ease her worries. He decided to play with her emotions, "In fact, you don't really care how many babies you're having. Right, mom?"

Margaret's earlier anxieties began to dissipate, and she beamed with pride as she replied, "You're absolutely right, Matt. The size of my pregnancy is just fine. For all we know, I could be carrying a few dozen infants, but who cares?"

Matt skillfully manipulated his mother's AGS with just a few subtle adjustments, but he wanted to push the boundaries further.

"That's the spirit, mom. Who cares how many you're having at once? Besides, I think you look incredibly sexy with a large pregnancy," Matt said, his gaze fixed intensely on her belly. "Maybe next time we could aim for three dozen just for fun."

"Matt, just because I don't mind how many babies are developing doesn't mean it's suitable," Margaret snapped back in frustration, reminding him of their situation. "I'm only pregnant in the first place because we're looking for a cure for my illness. We're not having any more inbred children."

Matt didn't want to alter his mother's fundamental nature, but he was already scheming to impregnate her again.

He knelt down, presenting a ring, and said, "Mom, will you marry me?"

"I don't think that's suitable, but the law has made it necessary," Margaret replied, glancing at her son's eager expression. "I wish you hadn't proposed, but now I feel compelled to accept the request."

Margaret placed the ring on her finger, tears streaming down her face as she whispered, "I can't believe I'm saying this. Yes... I'll be your wife." She nervously averted her gaze for a moment, adding, "This marriage proposal feels so awkward, and I doubt your sister will agree when we return home."

This was a pivotal moment in Matt's plan, and he needed to tread carefully.

"I think it's best if we keep this a secret until it's safe to reveal our relationship," Matt suggested, a sneer playing on his lips as he observed his mother's anxiety. "Of course, we can express our marriage freely in public," he chuckled, "I mean... who’s going to know we’re related by blood? Don’t you agree, mom?"

"That’s a brilliant idea. We don’t want outsiders meddling in our family matters, but I do have one question. When do we need to tie the knot?"

Matt smirked at his mother’s inquiry, replying, "Since we’re related, mom, the law mandates that we marry immediately." He chuckled, "Also... you’re three months past the deadline."

"B-but Matt. I don’t have a wedding dress," Margaret expressed her concern.

"Don’t worry, we’ll go shopping for one," Matt reassured her, but then a mischievous thought struck him. "Oh, I forgot to mention. The law also prohibits bras and undergarments. Don’t you remember?"

Even with the AGS, Margaret found it hard to believe such a law existed.

"What kind of ridiculous law is that?" Margaret exclaimed, glaring at him in frustration. "What’s next, a woman has to be impregnated by different men each year?"

Matt laughed at his mother’s sarcasm, yet found the idea oddly intriguing. Not that he would ever share his mother with anyone, but perhaps he could torment some girls he despised at school.

Matt headed to his room to change his clothes but soon heard his mother struggling with frustration.

"Mom, what's wrong this time?"

Margaret took a deep breath and attempted to fasten the button, but it was a total failure.

"I'm trying to squeeze into my favorite jeans, but they just won't fit. Ughhh, I'm ready to throw in the towel," Margaret lamented about her current predicament.

Matt looked at his mother's pregnancy with a mix of curiosity and awe. It had only been a week since he had made her dance naked for the judge, and her belly had already grown significantly in that short time. Her thighs had also widened enough to bear the weight of the babies.

"I've got an idea, Mom," Matt exclaimed as he dashed to his room to grab a shoelace, then hurried back to his mother to tie the two sockets together for extra support.

"There you go, Mom, that should do the trick."

"Seriously, Matt. That's not how you fix..." Margaret wanted to protest but didn't have the energy to figure out an alternate solution, "You know what? Forget I said anything, and get this wedding over with so I can lay down. The weight of the pregnancy are hurting my back."

Matt has been planning their wedding for two months and wanted to make every moment a memorable one.

They made their way to a limo and Matt place a blindfold over his mother's eyes.

"Hold still, mom. You're making this difficult!"

"I thought we're going to get a wedding dress. What's the meaning of this, Matt?" Margaret asked but his silence made her assume sexual activities was involved, "If you wanted to use a blindfold and have your way with my body. Doing it at home would have been more appropriate."

Matt laughed at his mother's resistance and says with a reassuring tone, "Relax, mom. I wanted to make this is a surprise."

Matt releases the blindfold a few minutes later and Margret's eyes gazed at the wedding. She couldn't believe her son went of of his way to make replicated gown from her previous marriage. Except...this one customarily made to fit the pregnancy.

"M-Matt, they don't make this design anymore," Margaret softly murmur while conspicuously glaring at him, "How did you know this was the gown from my pervious marriage?"

"When our old house caught on fire. You cried for several days over your wedding gown. So, I went through the family's album and saw your wedding photo." Matt explain while smiling carefully, "Do you like it?"

"Like it is an understatement, dear," Margaret said while warming embracing him for the effort, "I love it."

"I'm going to try it on," Margaret said while kissing his cheeks, "Hopefully it fit."

A few minutes later, Margaret smiles joyfully while walking toward her son to announce, "It actually fit." She spin around to display the fabric firmly pressed against her body, "How do I look, sweetie?"

"Whoa mom, you look absolutely stunning in that dress." Matt exclaim with excitement.

Matt made contact with the limo driver and hand him a hundred dollars.

"There's a certain destination I need you to get us to. Do you think you can get there on time?"

The limo driver pocket the money and says, "You don't need to worry, sir. I know the location."

Margaret view the scenery and says, "Matt, this isn't the way to church. Where are we going?"

Matt gently held his mother's hand and reply, "I want to take us some place special."

They arrive at their destination and Margaret remain speechless viewing the surrounding meadow.

"Oh my god, Matt. This is the same spot your father married me. Why did you decide to have our wedding here?"

Matt affectionately gazed at his mother while replying, "When dad passed away. I promised myself to take care of you." He sadly lowered his head for a moment while saying, "I can never take dad's place, but hopefully we can have a meaningful life together."

They tightly held each other's hand while walking on the grassy meadow. For once, without AGS influencing her mind. She felt a deep connection to her son -not as a mother, but as a lover.

Jessica and Britney break away their kiss when they approach.

"Your wedding gown looks absolutely beautiful, Miss.Smith. Matt must have spent a fortune spoiling you." Jessica said and Margaret blushes from embarrassment, "Thank you, Jessica. Matt can be very sweet." Chuckles, "But it a different matter when it come intercourse."

Even though, there's only a few people attending, they made their wedding vows on a sunny-day.

Britney hand Matt a form and says, "Congratulations, Matt. I have taken liberty of doing your wedding contract for you. I just need you both to sign it and I'll take care of the rest."

"This contract indicates a covenant marriage." Matt said while continuing to read with amazement.

"That's right, Matt. What's a better way to tie your mother into marriage?" Jessica said while sadistically sneering at Margaret's direction, "Make it difficult for the slut to get a divorce." Chuckles, "We also made a few adjustments to the contract. She'll gave up all legal rights to the husband."

"If your mother signs the contact," Britney said while wickedly grimacing at his sudden excitement and then explain the condition, "Every decision your mother makes need to be consulte by you for approval. For example, abortion, financial and career. Not to mention, she's require to do all household chores and raising the children."

"I'm not signing this, Matt." Margaret said while reading through the list and then say with discontent, "I waned to be a normal wife. Not end up as your personal ****."

"But mom..." Matt aruged but Margaret fold arm to show defiance, "I don't care if we recently got married." She toss the form away and continues to protest, "I'm not signing that disgusting contract."

Jessica picks up the form and slap Margaret on the face while saying, "You inconsiderate slut. Your son spent a considerable amount of effort on your wedding. It doesn't matter what type of marriage you're having, or what contract you're signing. You're his wife and need to be supportive. Now stop being a stuck up bitch and sign the paper."

The AGS swiftly ininfluence Margaret's mind. However, this time it wasn't a request, but a direct demand.

"You're right, Jessica. All marriages are similar. There's no need to worry about the type of marriage I'm signing myself into." Margaret said while signing the form and then handed it to Jessica.

"I'm sorry slapping you earlier," Jessica said but then softly whispers when Matt was preoccupied, "Be a good wife and give him octuplets. However, be spontaneous on special occasions," Chuckles, "Do you know what's I'm implying?"

"I'll concive octuplets, but more excessive on special occasions," Margaret replied due to the AGS shifting her personality and Jessica test the influence, "How excessive?"

Margaret couldn't think of a reasonable amount due to Jessica's using the AGS and says, "As many as possible."

Jessica amusingly laughed while saying, "Excellent choice. I'm sure Matt going to be very happy witnessing your stomach bloating like a proper bitch."

"I have a little gift for you," Jessica said while giving Matt two first class tickets to Paris, "I hope you have a wonderful honeymoon together."

"I really appreciate the gift, Jessica," Matt said while warmly huging farewell.

There's a reason why Jessica gave him two plane tickets to Paris, but didn't want to ruin Matt's moment of happiness. Hopefully the issue will solves itself.

"You're a good friend Matt and I hope you enjoy your honeymoon. According to my Intel, your sister was last seen in Paris and I'm a little concern for her well-being."