No, Married

With that “ceremony” concluded, my mother leaned back, spread her thighs and parted her cleavage with her hands, allowing her to see me again, and symbolically revealing my entire self to Julie.

Julie wasted no time and started crawling towards us, closing the gap between her and my mother before she sat back up. Mother unfolded her legs and pushed me to the space between her huge calves. Now I was lying down on the bed, gazing upwards at Julie—at my wife.

Mother’s hand returned to push down on my chest, flattening me against the bed. Even now, as I stared up at my enormous bride, mother reminded me of the sheer, towering scale of her body. She pulled her calves to my sides, and the tops of them cleared my chest by almost a foot, giving me a cushion of dead space. This was to protect me from Julie's crushing weight, so the thirteen foot woman could fuck me with all her might.

I couldn’t believe this was happening. Not half an hour ago I was a confused amnesiac waking up from his coma. Now, I was lying down between the legs of my colossal mother, about to impregnate the nurse that had been watching over me for the past year.

Julie was done with the ceremony, done waiting for her prize. She had waited an entire year for this moment, resisted countless impulses to just mount me on this bed. But her moment had finally arrived. She swung her enormous legs over mother’s, grabbed my cock, lined up the tip with her dripping folds, and started rubbing my cockhead around for lubrication. Now with her pussy so close I could finally feel just how wet she was for me, as her juices dribbled down the length of my erection. All I could smell was her, and her sopping wet pussy.

From down here I couldn’t see her face, only the bottoms of her enormous milkers, but I assumed she must have been smiling in triumph.

She sank down with all her weight, taking more than half of my length in one lunging drop.

“FUUUUUCK!” I moaned and convulsed with pleasure, my arms involuntarily slapped against my mother’s legs. Julie screamed. I could feel her shrieks of pleasure in my bones. The grip around my cock was impossibly tight, wrapping every square inch of my member in her slick folds, like her pussy was trying to squeeze all the blood back into the rest of my body. I was beginning to understand how Julie could call me big. She wasn’t really talking about my body, except perhaps in relation to even smaller men.

It was the size of my cock that had driven her mad with heat, and now she was taking my full length. Every sensation felt so intense. Her pussy spasmed and twitched around me, gripping onto every fold and vein of my cock. She screamed again, and her pussy squirted her juices out all over me, and my mother’s crotch. She was smothering me in the fumes of her arousal. The combined sensory **** was overpowering, impossibly arousing, and I felt compelled to try and thrust up into her. Yet, I could not move at all under her immense body, and her vice-grip pussy continued to descend, trapping more and more of me deeper and deeper inside her.

“OH GODDESS! IT’S SOOOO BIIIIIIIG!” Julie howled.

“Awww,” mother cooed, “Is my prince too big for your little pussy?”

The muscles in her massive thighs twitched, straining to hold her up

“NGGGH! HE-HE’S SOOO DEEEEP! IT’S FILLING ME UP!”

“You’re doing so good honey! Give it a moment, you’ll adjust to his size.”

Julie’s screams turned to moans, and she finally regained enough control to bring her crushing ass off my mother’s legs. She lifted herself up about a foot before slamming right back down, clapping thunderously against the larger woman’s legs with such speed that I felt the gust of air **** out from between them. Even with my mother’s legs bearing her weight, the **** Julie exerted on my stiff cock was enough to press my whole body into the bed, my groin sinking an entire half foot below my shoulders. When she lifted herself up, the incredible suction of her tunnel pulled my cock so strongly that my hips lifted off the bed.

“Holy shit!!!” I groaned, unheard beneath the titaness.

She was technically riding my dick, but I was the one really going for a ride.

Julie was so fucking powerful. I couldn’t have imagined how physical she would get, her strength, her lust, were both far beyond my ability to comprehend. Not half an hour ago she’d treated me so gently, trying to alleviate my fear at waking up in this new place. That was over. All thoughts of gentle nurturing treatment had long since left her mind, repalced by a pure instinctive need to fuck my brains out, to take my seed. If my mother’s legs weren’t there to protect me I’d have been ground into a fine paste under Julie’s power-fucking. Every minute since I’d woken up had been one incredibly hot thing after another, but nothing could compare with getting pounded through the mattress by my new wife.

It was all so much, I didn’t know how much more I could take, how much longer I could hold on. That’s when mother must have decided it was her time to take on a more active role in this breeding. She moved to sit upright. I couldn’t see the rest of her from between her legs, until her world-record tits swung overhead and mashed into Julie’s.

Tit met tit, blocking me out from nearly all light, sealing me into a tomb of femininity. Then mother slid her hand underneath her tits, and began to stroke her pussy behind me in sync with Julie’s pumping.

I could hear them moaning into each other, high above me, yet Julie did not slow down. I felt liquid begin to splatter all around me, but I couldn't see what was going on. Finally a drop hit my tongue, and I realized it was their milk raining down on me. The pressure

“Come on baby!” encouraged mother, “Give your new bride what she needs! Give her our baby!”

“Please! Please! Please! Give me a baby! I want to grow bigger for you! Milkier! I’ll be a good mother! You’ll see! I’ll make so much more milk for you, for the baby!”

“All you need to do is cum! Cum, my prince! Cum for her, and she’ll be yours forever! You can have her whenever you want, make her do whatever you want!”

“Yeeees!” Julie wailed between breaths, “I’ll behave—AAAAHHH!—I’ll drain you whenever you want! Give you my womb over and over again! I’ll be the best wife for you! Your first and favorite!”

“And you’ll have mommy to keep her in line… if she ever misbehaves, if you ever get too tired to take her yourself, mommy will handle it.. I’ll strap you to my waist and fuck her with your cock until she submits!”

“Oh fuck!” I moaned.

Julie’s begging never slowed. “PLEASE! PLEASE! MISTRESS! MASTER! I CAN'T WAIT ANYMORE!” More of her juices ran in rivulets down my cock, coating my swollen balls in a welcome coolness.

Master?!

That finally did it. There was no way I could hold out under an avalanche of dirty talk. Every cell in my body was eager to comply, to breed this titanic female, and make her mine. I could feel my massive balls tightening, my shaft pulsing.

Julie must have felt it coming. Her already frantic bouncing sped up further, clapping even louder against my mother’s legs. The motion sent gusts of pressurized air flying past me, combining with the stray droplets of milk and pussy juices into a hurricane of sex and maternity that buffeted my face and soaked my hair. Her snug pussy squeezed greedily around my cock, like it was trying to break me off inside, so she could keep herself permanently stuffed.

“C-CUUMMIIIIIIIINNNNNGGGGGG!!!!!”

I burst.

I felt the first streams of it shooting up my shaft, my cock pulsating rhythmically, almost like a second heartbeat, one that existed solely for pumping cum. I howled from the burst pressure, the ache of release.

Mother and Julie both moaned in unison.

Julie bounced up one more time, and the strength of her grip pulled my lower body off the bed. Then I felt her hands on my back lifting me fully off the mattress, keeping me impaled within her. I felt the rush of gravity as I was lifted from between my mother's legs. Julie began to fall backwards, holding me flush against her sopping wet pussy as she crashed onto her enormous rear, grinding me against her clit as she twitched, moaned, and cummed her brains out beneath me.

All the while, my body kept pumping more and more cum into the massive woman. Now, in our new positions, gravity assisted my release, and I felt the rate of flow increasing. Julie mumbled something unintelligible, clutching me to her womanhood. While she sounded insensate, the walls of her tunnel kept rhythmically tightening, pulsing, massaging my cock, coaxing every last drop out of me.

While I flooded my bride’s pussy, a flood of dopamine and endorphins swept over my brain. I didn’t need to think anymore. My body could finish the job of impregnating my new mate without me. I closed my eyes, and let the orgasm take over. The last things I experienced before passing out were the sensation of fingers combing through my hair, and the sound of my mother’s voice cooing high above me.

“You did so well sweetie! Remember, this is only the beginning.”