A "receiving line" of mouths

With the main ceremony finished, it's time to transition into the reception... And that means a receiving line.

Two plush velvet chairs are brought out, one for you and one for your new wife. They're positioned near the exit, one in front of the other: Sofia sits behind you and leans forward, allowing you to use her soft, heavy breasts as a headrest. Once you're all set up, the guests begin to file out in a neat line.

As each couple or family passes your chair, the women kneel down to taste your cock. They go on for as long as you let them, sucking passionately until you're done chatting with their partners. Once you tap their heads they smile and move on, making way for the next warm mouth.

Within minutes you've experienced a dozen different blowjobs, from the gentlest suckling to the messiest deepthroat. Melanie and Erica obviously put in an exceptional effort, but Georgia and her twin daughters stand out as well: you let the latter pair take their turn together, and they gratefully lick their way up both sides of your shaft.

Whenever you're in danger of blowing your load, you simply shove your current partner's head away until you've calmed down enough to continue. They don't balk at the rough treatment, although a few seem restless and **** to continue. Erica almost looks offended when you refuse to feed her your cum, until you reassure her with a hard spank and a whispered "good girl."

"I hope you'll still give your Mommy-Slut plenty of attention now that you're hitched," Greg says, shaking your hand while Melanie sucks you off. She's bobbing her head at a breakneck pace, trying to get you into her throat before her turn is over. "I know she doesn't want to be one of those mothers who loses their son to a woman... Even if that woman is also his mother."

Seeing that you're too distracted by Melanie's balls-deep blowjob to reply, Sofia jumps in: "I'll always share," she purrs, squeezing her tits around your head. "I promise... Right, John?"

"Mmm," you moan. "Y-yeah, for sure. I've got plans... Ungh, get off--" You barely manage to push Melanie away in time, throwing her to the floor before she can coax out your load. Nonplussed, she crawls out of the way and is replaced by another, slightly-less-enthusiastic "relative."

Before too long, you've worked your way through every woman at the wedding. By the end of it your cock is dripping with an audience's worth of spit, and you've never been harder in your life.

"So, my baby, my beloved..." Sofia leans forward to plant a kiss on your cheek. "Are you ready to consummate?"

Balls throbbing, you rise to your feet. Once again you ogle her luscious body, clad in the beautiful (if a little cum-stained) dress. The plan was to fuck her in the middle of the reception hall, in lieu of a first dance... Or, if you couldn't wait that long, to take her in the limousine on the way there. But looking at your mother/wife now, you doubt whether you can even make it out the door before giving in to lust.