Wedding night

Lora smiled widely as Timothy carried her over the threshold of their home. “Here we are mom, home sweet home.” They’d decided against a honeymoon. All of their money was going into making their bed & breakfast a success and as Lora put it, ‘Where else would we even go that’s accepting of couples like us?’.

Timothy set her down, looking her up and down. “You really look beautiful, mom.” Lora radiated happiness as she pulled his face to hers, kissing her son.

“Flattery will get you everywhere mister,” she giggled, sashaying along to the bedroom. As she walked she slowly undid her wedding dress, leaving it laying on the floor for Timothy to pick up. She laid down on their bed, wearing only her skimpy bridal lingerie, smiling seductively at her son. ‘Our’ bed Timothy thought. Their marital bed. Holy shit.

“Are you coming or what?” Lora laughed, seeing her son’s face zoning out as he gazed at her.

“Just… lost in thought,” he said, smiling, undoing his tie.

“Ooh, strip for me!” Lora giggled, sitting up on the bed, grabbing her phone and putting on a song. Timothy laughed, trying his best to undress in what he thought was a sexy way, his mother laughing at his attempts.

‘Goddess, how I love her laugh… I’m so glad we moved here, to hear it again…’ Timothy thought.

“Enough, enough,” said Lora as she heaved over with laughter as Timothy almost fell over, his pants halfway undone and stuck. “Come to mommy; let me help you.” They both laughed as he hopped to the bed, falling down on top of her. “Not exactly what I had in mind,” she smiled. She cupped his face and kissed him, rolling on top of him, straddling him.

“Now let mommy take care of these pants that were giving you so much trouble,” she said, giving him a sort of exasperated motherly look that was rather at odds with her tugging his pants off and running a nail across his hardened cock through his underwear.

“Thanks mom....” he sighed in the tones of a weary teenager, making both of them laugh again.

After tossing his pants Lora straddled him again, slowly grinding against him. She grabbed his hands and put them on her hips. “You’ve been working so hard sweetie, let mommy take care of you tonight.” She smiled, taking him in. Her beautiful boy, all grown up. All hers.

She leaned forward after a while, Timothy’s needy moans pushing her on. Pulling down his underwear and pulling hers to the side, she slowly sank down on him, making both of them sigh in contentment as he bottomed out. Freeing her breasts from the sheer white bra, she pulled his face to her chest, moaning as he almost instinctively latched on to her nipples like he’d first done so many years ago.

And just like then a sweet familiar taste flooded his mouth. He looked up at her, eyes wide. “Mom… does that mean…?”

“Surprise,” she smiled. “OZ fertility mods mean milk starts way earlier than usual.”

Timothy smiled widely. “Oh my god mom… I don’t know what to say… I’m so so happy!” He thought for a moment. “Should you be on top, you know in your uhm, condition?”

In response Lora started moving faster, grabbing her son's face and pressed it back against her breasts, smothering him. “I’ll thank you never to say something like that again. I’m pregnant, not an invalid.” Timothy’s only response was to start suckling. “Aaah!” Lora moaned.

They moved together, Lora bouncing on his cock as Timothy held on to her, nursing from her while thrusting inside of her. A final moan as they went over the edge together, Timothy painting her already filled womb white with his seed. Lora collapsed on top of her son, both smiling as they cuddled. Lora with her two children, her son, now her husband, holding her in his arms. And their daughter, slowly growing inside of her.

“The rest of the story you all know. The Green family name is one of those that is synonymous with Queen’s River. Timothy and Lora’s cute little bed and breakfast grew and grew until it became the massive resort it is today. But that little inn they built themselves is still there, close to the hill where they and thousands of other mothers and sons got married and were blessed. Close to the hill where the Mother sleeps in her shrine.”

Jocasta leaned forward, her cleavage almost pressed to the lens.

“Timothy’s father? Oh, she’s still around. Betas live long lives after all. As a matter of fact she’s still employed by Pearson's. From what I can tell, every new procedure they develop here in Queen’s River is tested on her first. Ironically, for the man who was always short on cash, her physical value today might be in the billions due to all her experimental mods. But don’t fear that she’s unhappy. How could any Beta be unhappy when she's never long without a cock to serve?”

Jocasta leaned back, smiling, her legs parting just wide enough to give the viewers a hint of what lies beneath.

“And there you have it, my dear viewers. A perfect happy ending for all involved. And one of my personal favourite stories, the first wedding in our lovely town. I hope you’ve enjoyed the tale and will join me next time for a new story. Until then, I hope you have a wonderful evening!”