She’s beautiful, and you want this day to be special

As your mother's face is revealed, the guests murmur and ’ooooh’ at how beautiful she looks.

It doesn’t seem like Sofia's had much makeup applied to her face at all, and yet she looks much younger than you remember. Her skin is healthier, her crow’s feet are gone, and she has a healthy blush to her cheeks as she steals glances at your exposed phallus.

You reach down and tilt her face up by the chin in order to get a better look. She meets your fond gaze and shies away from your hand, her blush growing deeper. The guests laugh, and you hear some wolf-whistling; even the priest can’t help but chuckle softly.

You nod to the priest and he composes himself, preparing to speak.

”It is now time to bind yourself to your master’s will,” he says, extending an open hand to your mother. “Take these with you as you enter your new life.”

She accepts her and her husband's wedding rings from the priest, smiling fondly as she examines and strokes each with her fingers.

“Now,” the priest continues. “Submit to your husband and master.”

Your mother turns to look at your father, and for a brief moment he shakes in place. She nods once and gives him a sad smile before turning back to you.

Carl opens his mouth and his right arm moves, as if trying to reach out to his wife... His partner through all these years... To stop her from abandoning their love and all that they’ve built.

You feel more than a little satisfied when he appears to **** on his words, standing there with a hollow expression on his face and utter defeat written across his entire person.

You turn your attention back to your mother, who breathes out a warm breath before closing her eyes and leaning in to place her perfect lips on your cockhead. The guests go wild with cheers, and you grin happily at them as you place your hands over your mother’s head.

The cheers die down quickly, and you can hear Sofia slurping as she begins to lick up and down your cock, getting it slick with her spit.

The priest says something, but you don’t register what; your mind is turning to mush under the ministrations of your mother’s talented tongue. Her eyes look up at you and she giggles softly at your overwhelmed expression.

She strokes your slick cock for a few seconds before placing her lips over the tip and sucking it in. You hiss as she jacks your length while teasing the fat head with her tongue. Your hands instinctively pull her head closer and you begin thrusting your hips gently, groaning as you slide deeper inside and press against the back of her throat.

Not missing a beat, Sofia brings her hands up and places them on your hips, pulling her head up and then pushing it down. She soon settles into the perfect rhythm as she rocks her head on your dick. Her hands then slide behind you and softly grip your butt while she begins to pull you into her throat. Her eyes stare up soulfully at you as she forces more and more of your length down her gullet.

You let out a grunt as her nose settles in your pubic hair. She begins to pump her throat around your cock at an impressive speed, coughing and gagging occasionally but never slowing.

Her tight passage grips you deliciously, and you feel a familiar pressure at the base of your cock. She picks up on the **** twitches and impales herself one last time, burying her face in your pelvis. The stimulation is too much, and you begin dumping your potent directly seed into her stomach.

Your mother gulps greedily, as if she's a parched woman who's finally found water. After a few pumps she pulls her head off of your cock with a pop, and the guests clap as she catches the last spurts of jism in her open mouth.

She brings her hands up and cups them, and you can see the wedding rings lying in her palm. She lowers her face and parts her lips, allowing the collected cum to fall on the symbols that represent her marriage to Carl.

The guests cheer even more fervently, and you begin pulling your pants off.

There’s more fun to come.