Beautiful vows

Sarah was an easy crier - you knew this. And the ceremony barely began before her eyes were welling with tears - blurring her vision. This meant that as you said your vows, she could not see that your face was turned slightly from hers to instead look at the perfect cleavage of your new Mommy, Linda. You could see Linda beaming with pride out of the corner of your eye and it made you feel both aroused and guilty at the same time. You had promised to give your vows to those full, marvelous breasts this morning.

Linda smiled as she watched you promise to love, cherish and honor her deep, inviting cleavage. Her eyes sparkled with mischief and desire as your gaze lingered on her voluptuous curves. Her bosom heaved with each breath, and the soft mounds of flesh threatened to spill out of her dress with each movement. At the end of your vows you slid the ring over Sarah's finger, imagining you were sliding it onto one of Linda's nipples. You could almost feel the silky skin of her breast, the hard nub of her nipple beneath your fingertips. Linda's smile widened as she saw the desire in your eyes, knowing that she would be the one in your fantasies tonight.

As Sarah delivered her vows your eyes kept flitting between Tara and Pastor Amanda. Two women who had, since yesterday, walked you through comparisons of every part of their bodies to every part of Sarah's. You weren't even really listening to the vows as you repeated those comparisons in your head.

You were looking at Tara's full lips and comparing them to Sarah's thinner ones. You were looking at Pastor {pastore_first}'s curves and comparing them to Sarah's smaller frame. You were looking at their faces and comparing them to Sarah's.

You definitely had not changed your mind on any of the comparisons - though you were struggling to decide which of these two women possessed the superior attributes. You did pay just enough attention to notice that Pastor Amanda included the phrase "forsaking all others" in your brides vows but had skipped that in your own - from the wink she gave you as she said it to Sarah, you doubted it was an accidental oversight.

As Sarah slid the ring on your finger, you were picturing where that finger had been just a little earlier today. You could see that your sister, Karen, was in her seat with one hand between her legs substituting her own finger for yours during the ceremony.

When she saw you look in her direction, she thrust herself deeper and raised her waist up to the point you could see her fingers deep in her pussy over the back of the chairs in front of her. Her eyes were glazed over and her mouth was open in a silent O. You could see her nipples hard and poking through her dress. She was getting close to orgasm and you knew that she was thinking of you the whole time.

You finally came to the point where you would kiss your new bride. As you took her in your arms, you could feel her surprise at how passionately you kissed her, but it only made you kiss her harder. Of course, only one of the guests suspected that your fervor for this kiss was because, in your mind, you were not kissing your new wife's lips. You were remembering the night with your Mommy and her sweet, lower lips.

You could imagine how your mother looked as you tongued her. The image of your sexy Mommy riding your face replaced the face of your new wife in your mind. But even still, you could feel your excitement building as you kissed her. You could feel yourself getting harder and harder as you remembered how good it felt to be with your Mommy. And finally, you let go and came, once again, in the trousers of the tuxedo.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, I present Mr. and Mrs. Bill and Sarah Johnson.", Pastor Amanda concluded the ceremony and you walked your new wife back down the aisle past well wishers and no so well wishers - the latter of whom all seemed quite certain they at least had some of their hooks in you, and for all that you had thought you'd be a faithful husband, they were far from wrong.