Mike gets used while the ceremony continues

You watch for a moment as Mike’s fake ass sways from side to side. Your best friend/bimbo ****/adopted son is looking as fuckable as ever, but your cock is satisfied for the moment.

His bubble butt attracts someone else’s attention, though. The moment he’s done licking you clean, a man leaps up from the front row, strides over, and grabs Mike’s kneeling body from behind. You laugh as you see that it’s Greg, your own father.

“Hey Dad,” you say cheerfully as Greg pins Mike to the ground and pulls out his dick.

“Heya Sport,” he replies. “Mind if I fuck my cute ‘lil grandson one more time before the ceremony?”

Mike blushes as Greg’s shaft slides between his ass cheeks. Looking beneath his curvy body, you can see that his own shaft is rock-hard. It's poking out of his bikini bottoms, and a slow trickle of pre-cum is dripping onto the church’s wooden floor.

“I think we’re about to start, but you can take him back to your seat.”

“Really? You sure you won’t miss him?”

“Nah, go for it. I should focus on April today... Just try not to break him, alright? I want that ass tight for the honeymoon.”

“No promises,” your dad jokes as he yanks Mike to his feet and leads him over to where your family is sitting. Within seconds he has his grandson balanced on his lap, impaling his bouncing ass. Your mother and sister are sitting on either side, both helping Dad by holding onto one of Mike’s spread legs. The bimbo’s cock is slapping against the bench with every thrust, and you can hear the heavy thwaps over the din of the crowd. From the way Mike's biting his lips, the impacts must be bringing him closer and closer to orgasm.

Meanwhile back on the stage, another middle-aged man is getting his rocks off. The priest (an old friend of your father’s) has finished going over his notes, and is now focused entirely on using Peter’s thick lips and stretched-out throat.

“Swallow,” he hisses, leaning forward—

Clunk... BANG. The heavy doors at the end of the hall swing open once again. The sound of harp music drifts inside first, followed by your bride.

April is glowing in the auditorium lights, from her smooth skin to her wide smile to her platinum-blonde hair. Her makeup is immaculate: long dark lashes, plump and glistening-red lips, a slight blush to her cheeks... But you can't keep your eyes on her face for very long. She's wearing a white lace halter top, fairly transparent and narrow enough to show off plenty of cleavage above and below. It's barely supporting her ridiculous breasts, which bounce and threaten to tear free with each slow, methodical step she takes. While her skirt is much longer, trailing almost six feet behind her, it has a slit in the front to show off her matching thong. Instead of a veil, you've given her a hand-stitched collar reading "John's Favorite Toy" in fine golden letters.

Unlike your other cumdumps, there isn't a glob or stain anywhere on her body; she's been getting ready with the help of your mother and sister... Along with her own sister Susan, who's following daintily behind and carrying the end of April's trailing skirt. She's a beauty, to be sure, with all-natural looks that remind you of the way your fiancee used to be, back in your old world. It fills you with nostalgia...

...And gratitude, since you aren't there anymore. This version of April is better than every woman in that universe combined... Huh. I guess I really AM in love.

While you ogle and reminisce, the crowd is cheering. Every head is turned to look at April... Well, except for Peter (still sucking down the priest's jizz) and Mike (blowing his own load all over the floor). Even your father manages to crane his neck for a peek, while still facing forward and bouncing your bimbofied friend on his lap.

Once April finally makes it to the front, she stands beside Carol on the far side of the lectern. Her daughter gives her a peck on the cheek, then they both smile at you.

Seeing that the priest is still recovering from his orgasm, April leans in to whisper to you: "Hey there, Handsome." Her manner of speaking really has changed over the last year and a half... Still a caring mom, still a free use fucktoy, but now a partner as well. "Any cold feet? We could still call it off."

"Not a chance." You lean forward to cop a feel of her tits, moving the elegant-yet-slutty top aside to pinch her fat nipple.

"Ah--Fine, fine," she continues with a smirk. "Guess I'll just have to marry you, then. I'll be honest... I never pictured this."

No shit, you think, but you play it coy: "Oh? Why not?"

"I was married to Peter, silly. A happy mother of two, growing old... Then suddenly, a new romance. A new master, for the whole family." She shakes her head, still grinning. "And to think it was little John Doe... Honestly, I always pictured you getting together with Carol."

Her daughter looks taken aback. "Mom! What--"

"C'mon, is that really so strange? You got along well as kids, then you both such a good time popping your cherry--"

"That's just John stuff," Carol interrupts, blushing. "Besides, we both know you're the woman for him. He’s always wanted to--He's had a crush on you for a while, Mom."

"Really? Always?" April looks to you.

"Maybe a little," you reply, feeling a little embarrassed despite yourself. "Maybe a lot. But... I do still like Carol." That gets a shocked look from both of them. "Uh, I--" Before you can explain further, the priest clears his throat.

Preparing yourself for the matter at hand, you stop groping your bride-to-be's rack and stand at attention... Though it's hard to look dignified when your exposed member is also at attention.

"Please be seated," the priest tells the audience, and the few who are still giving a standing ovation settle down. "On behalf of John and April, I would like to thank you all for being here this afternoon. For taking the time and making the journey, with all the effort that entails..."

As he prattles on, his voice is shaking a little; a glance around the podium reveals that Peter is gently lapping at his balls. About halfway through the introduction, the priest reaches down to unbuckle his pants and reposition the licking bimbo, sending Peter around back for a rimjob.

"...These vows... Mmm... These vows are simply a way of expressing your love, as you have done countless times in the past. There is no magic here, no love potion, because that spell is already cast. Your love has already flourished, and all we must do today is sit back and watch as it blossoms even further..."

Your mother is wiping tears from her cheek, even as her husband's continued rough fucking threatens to bash Mike's foot against her. Your sister is doing a better job of keeping it together, although she's squeezing your bimbo friend's twitching leg like a teddy bear.

"...Now, please declare your vows to one another." The priest turns to you, smiling as Peter dutifully licks his asshole.

It's your time to shine.