Phase III.VI- Matrimony/Honeymoon

Angel closed her eyes and breathed in. She opened them to see herself in the mirror, wearing her tea length wedding dress with its sheer short sleeves (and revealing bodice), white heels, and white gloves. Her ponytail was covered by a large veil, which covered her face as well. She was holding a bouquet

She couldn't believe this was the same Ange Lopez who entered Stepford. Hell, her first wedding was in a courtroom, where she and Tim wore their detective suits and she kept her maiden name. Now, at the Stepford Church, she was wearing this very girly retro wedding dress, and she was about to become Mrs. Angelica Sanderson after so many years.

Marrying in Stepford was unorthodox, even beyond the ability to marry your own son. She signed several papers that affirmed that Ben was head of the household, and that Angel was the "Stepford Wife", meaning she effectively subsumed her own self into her husband's, becoming his legal dependent. She could no longer vote, hold a job, sign a contract, testify in court, and a number of other things without Ben's specific permission. Given she was going to be a full-time housewife, it was no real concern. She knew that while Ben was going to be the main authority in the household, she still had some say. It was going to be a partnership, if only an equitable one with Ben holding the power.

They also signed a formal marital behavior contract, while modifying it. She had some veto power, and wasn't going to be completely demure, as the standard contract stipulated. Rather, she was going to be Ben's caretaker and act within his direct purview and within his best interest.

The wedding itself took only a few days to plan, with Tranquility Matrimony providing quick wedding services. Angel was very impressed by the speed and the quality of the wedding.

Still, all those documents showed was that they were about to enter a new phase of their lives.

"Hey, Angel." Sita poked her head into the room, "We're ready when you are."

"I'll be there."

Angel looked at the mirror again, and smiled, now prepared to become a wife. A real wife.

"Alright, Angie, let's do this."

She didn't have her father to walk her down the aisle, like he had wanted. So, she had her maid of honor and effectively a mother figure in Stepford, Debbie Saperstein-Vasudevan (wearing a green bridesmaid dress), walk her down the aisle, in full view of Sita and the other bridesmaids.

The seats were mostly full of Ben's coworkers, fellow members of the Men's Association and their families, and some of Angel's new friend group of fellow housewives (whom Debbie had helped set up, and made up

Weirdly, at least two of Angel's former co-workers (both female, invited at the Men's Association's insistence) and Ben's ex Suzy (now a student at Harvard) were there. They were a bit confused, but supportive. Little did they know that they were actually going to be staying a bit longer than anticipated.

Of course, Angel was only focused on Ben, standing there in his tuxedo, covering his impressive muscles, complete with black bowtie, impressive cufflinks, and black shoes. His hair was slicked back, his beard shaved off. He looked powerful and determined, prepared to take his place. Emmett stood as his Best Man, with

Despite being a good half a foot taller than her son (and the heels increasing the height difference), Ben was elevated slightly through a podium, making him seem taller. Angel also kept her head down to emphasize this.

This was part of the theme of submission, with the officiant (Reverend Donaldson) stating that a wife should submit to a husband, and serve him.

Angel and Ben mostly coasted through the ceremony, until they got to the vows, and then quickly went through the "I dos", becoming husband and wife. Ben lifted the veil, and gave his new wife a deep kiss.

Mr. and Mrs. Sanderson ran out the church, through the rice, to the "Just Married" limo, back to their house.

Ben carried his mother into the home, and up the stairs to the master bedroom. He threw her onto the bed. She bit her lip and crawled to emphasize her breasts, moving them around before taking off her wedding dress, revealing a white, gem encrested bra-less corset, with a white garterbelt holding up pantyhose. Her big breasts stood proudly, and she squeezed them for emphasis.

"Well, Ben, I'm your wife now, and we have some responsibilities to handle now."

Ben drooled a bit at the sight before him, before he began to frantically take off his pants. Angel crawled over, and grabbed Ben's dick and gobbled it down.

Ben winced as his mom skull-fucked him, moving at a rapid pace. Finally, she pulled out (though, not before kissing his now erect dick), and began jerking him off further.

"I was thinking, baby, because we're married now, I can be a little looser with you." Angel took off her band, letting her hair rain down.

"Looser how" Ben began to breathe heavily.

Angel raised her tits, and wrapped Ben's dick between them.

"Like this?" Angel smiled as she squeezed her breasts around the dick, moving up and down.

Ben closed his eyes, and Angel felt the rough skin of her son's dick around her soft, ample breasts. She kissed her son's dick a couple times as she moved.

"Do you like it when mommy titty fucks you? Do you like your mommy's tits on your dick, Benny baby?" Angel cooed.

Ben just nodded, and they continued, until Angel pulled out, and laid back on the bed, taking off her panties and garter belt, opening her legs.

Ben went inbetween, and began pounding her vagina. Each thrust sent a shockwave of pleasure through Angel's body. Her eyes rolled up, while she let a sign.

They fucked for a bit, before Angel asked that Ben pull out for a little bit.

Angel then positioned herself opening her asscheeks to reveal her anus.

"Benny, baby, I want you to fuck me here." Angel pointed to her asshole

"What?"

"Yeah, just fuck me right in there."

"Are you sure? I heard it hurts... down there."

"It might" Angel sounded a bit unsure. In fact, she hadn't done it with her previous husband for fear of this, "But I belong to you now, and I need to be comfortable with some things."

"Alright. If you really want to."

"I really do." Angel clinched her teeth in preparation. "After all, I am an anal virgin, and you need to take my virginity, right?"

Ben nodded, grabbed Angel's legs, and slowly moved his dick into her asshole. Angel growled a little as he struggled to fit it inside, and she felt pings of pain.

Maybe this was a bad idea. Angel dropped her head as Ben continued pushing. Once he was comfortably inside, he slowly began fucking, moving it back and forth.

Angel still felt a little bit of pain as it moved in and out. However, the pain gave way to pleasure, as if a switch were turned on.

Angel grabbed and squeezed her boobs, carassing them as Ben increased his speed.

"Yeah, baby. Yes, baby, keep going. Fuck your mommy! Fuck your Angel whore!" Angel screamed as Ben increased his pace. She breathed heavily, her mouth shaped in an "o".

"Fuck, mom, fuck. I'm going to cum!" Ben could feel the semen in his cock.

"How do you want to do it, baby?"

Ben pulled most of his cock out, but kept the tip touching the asshole. Ben then let go, and came a little on the asshole. He then lifted his dick to spray cum on her vagina.

Angel herself had her orgasm as she felt cum on her snatch. The two stayed in their positions, breathing heavily, before Angel sprung up to kiss Ben.

"I love you baby."

"I love you, too, Angel."

Angel dragged Ben back down, and they snuggled in their destroyed clothes.

"That was fun." Angel held her pink teddy bear and cotton candy tightly as she and Ben left the fairgrounds. Ben meanwhile, kept his toy gun and Coke close at hand.

After much research, they decided to go close to home. A small Stepford community on Long Island. Small, but growing, with converted suburbs, a nice little seaside town and a nice little pier and beach modeled on Coney Island.

Angel wore a white hat with a blue bow, and a flowing blue swing shirtdress and matching heels. It was brand new. She had shopped a lot during their honeymoon. Ben wore a simple grey polo, khakis, and a gold watch. He bought those two on suggestions from his wife.

The two strolled on the peer, nodding to the many other couples, before they came across a store with several nice costumes, often in the post-war style (Jumpers, school uniforms).

Angel looked it over.

"Babe?"

Ben grunted.

"I have a little idea...."