A simple, romantic wedding to the kind Doctor

His heart pounding and his head spinning, Jamie walked between the rows of seats towards his bride-to-be. Momma's strong arm was linked around his own and she led him forward no matter how much his legs were trembling, ready to give him away without a hint of **** so far. Even seconds from the moment when Margaret would take him as her husband, this still seemed almost unreal, like he was walking through a dream. His soon to be wife was waiting for him at the other end of the hall, standing a bit to one side in a smart black suit that looked perfectly tailored to her curvy figure, her blonde hair neatly combed and a smile on her gorgeous face as her dark blue eyes followed his every move. It was only going to be a short and simple ceremony, at her request Momma had told him, so instead of a church they were getting married in the city hall, but to young, anxious Jamie it felt like the most important, daunting day of his life so far, one that would change everything he thought he knew.

The blushing boy hardly even noticed that the chairs he walked between were filled with distant family members and some old friends of his parents, along with a few strangers he guessed must be guests of his bride to be. Margaret was all he could look at, his trembling, anxious gaze fixed on the women he was going to marry, to make a family with and belong to for the rest of his life. Part of him was so nervous he could hardly breathe, but at the same time his heart fluttered with tingling anticipation at the thought. She was so handsome, tall and curvy and strong...but also kind and gentle like he'd never quite believed a woman could be. He knew how lucky he was to be marrying her when he was just a boring, shy and unattractive boy who didn't know anything about how to be sexy or attractive for girls.

After that nice meeting in the café a few weeks ago now she'd given him her phone number and called their house each and every evening leading up to this wedding to talk to him since Momma had never let him have a mobile. She'd spoken a lot about herself, telling him funny stories that had him giggling into the home phone, and when he was calm and happy she'd ask him all sorts of questions about what he liked and how school was going, seeming so genuinely interested in what he had to say and coaxing the answers out him no matter how shy he was. They'd talk and talk until Momma got mad and shouted at him to get off the phone, but even then Margaret would murmur gently that she couldn't wait to have him for her husband soon making him blush furiously as he stammered out his goodbyes.

Now that moment had come at last. Jamie was marched by his Momma to the end of the hallway and guided in front of the suited celebrant who was going to marry them, until at last he stood facing his bride-to-be, blushing so hot his cheeks felt like they were glowing. The boy raised his anxious, fluttering gaze to meet her steady one. She looked so calm, smiling tenderly back at him even as he trembled like a leaf. Her eyes moved slowly down his body, seeming almost like she was staring at some precious, fragile treasure. Jamie timidly hoped she liked what she saw. He'd spent hours in the salon getting pampered and made-up this morning until he hardly recognized himself, and he wore a pristine white wedding dress draped over his slender body, simple compared to the ones he'd seen on tv but rather pretty all the same.

As for underneath, his blush somehow got even hotter under Margaret's admiring gaze as he remembered the skimpy white lingerie Dad had handed him this morning in a covered bag, murmuring that his wife would want him dressed like this for his wedding night. His legs were covered with a pair of filmy white stockings, joined with garters that ran over his pale thighs to fasten to the hem of a pair of tiny white panties, so tight and silky his little boyhood was obvious as a bulge in the front. On top, he wore a filmy white chemise that cut just below his waist and sheer enough that it left every inch of pale skin of his chest and belly exposed. It all felt so slutty and naughty compared to the boring plain underwear he was used to, but underneath the shame that made his cheeks burn he found himself wondering with a tingling anticipation whether Margaret really would like seeing him dressed like that, once they were alone and she stripped him out of his wedding dress of course.

Would that be enough to make her want him? Even though he was short and freckly and not attractive at all? Would she...still want to have sex with him? Staring up at the handsome older woman who was about to take his hand he found himself really hoping so. It would be okay once they were married, right? She'd be able to take him to bed, take his virginity and do whatever she wanted with him, all those naughty things women wanted to do with men he'd only heard the vaguest hints about but made him feel excited and flushed all the same. The boy shivered as he felt an insistent tingling between his legs, his dick pressing even tighter against the filmy silk of the skimpy panties. Oh please...don't let him get hard now, at his own wedding in front of Momma and everyone. He wasn't that kind of awful slut!

At that moment, Jamie realized Margaret's gaze had grown rather more insistent, like she was expecting him to say something. The celebrant too, was staring right at him now and so was Momma, Belle, and everyone else seated in the chairs filling the hall, a forest of expectant gazes all fixed on him and seeming to grow more impatient with every passing moment. The boy froze stiff, a dull pit of panic settling in his madly fluttering belly. Why was everyone looking at him? Was he supposed to be doing something? The ceremony hadn't even started yet, had it? He glanced helplessly back at Margaret, hoping his bride to be would somehow know he needed help before Momma got angry at him for being stupid again.

"You have to say I do now, sweetheart." The handsome older woman murmured softly enough that he could only just hear her, that gentle smile never wavering. "If you still want to marry me that is." Jamie squealed in shock as he realized he'd somehow missed everything the celebrant had said, including the vows and his own cue to speak. Had he really been that nervous?

"I do..." The boy gasped out hurriedly, his stomach clenching with shame. He did, he really did! Margaret was so nice. Please don't let her think he didn't want to marry her because he was a distracted idiot. He stared pleadingly up at his smiling bride, desperately hoping she wasn't about to turn him down now.

"And do you, Doctor Margaret Hampton, take this young man, Jamie Holiday, to be your lawfully-wedded husband?" The celebrant continued, only a slightly raised eyebrow betraying her confusion at the groom's clumsy faltering.

"I do." Margaret answered without a moment's hesitation, her voice raised as if she meant everyone in the hall to hear. There was a moment's long pause. Jamie stood there, feeling like his heart had stopped at those two, sweet amazing words. She did still want to marry him! And now they were! They'd spoken the vows...now once she put the ring on his finger he'd be hers, forever and ever, just like he wanted! A wet sniffle of aching relief escaped his trembling lips, his slender body shuddering under the wedding dress. As hot tears dribbled down his cheeks Margaret's eyes widened in concern for a moment, but he smiled eagerly through the sobs, trying to tell her he wasn't sad.

She seemed to understand he was willing and continued with that same tender smile as the celebrant spoke words he couldn't hear through the pounding of his heart. Even though he was still, she took his smaller hand in hers, gave it a gentle, reassuring squeeze and then slipped a gleaming diamond ring onto his outstretched finger. It was the first proper jewelry he'd ever worn, Momma would never have spent that much on him otherwise, but it seemed to fit his finger perfectly all the same, the slight weight of it on his hand somehow reassuring. He watched as Margaret slipped a simpler band of gold onto her own ring finger, and just like that they were wed. Jamie was her husband, hers by law...forever, and he found he didn't mind that in the slightest. In fact, it made him so happy he felt like his heart was going to burst inside his chest.

"Now, you may kiss the groom." The celebrant announced, a smile on her face Jamie could hardly see through the mist of tears. He did see Margaret step forward though, and felt her warm hand settle on his chin, gently lifting his head up towards hers. The world seemed to fade away as she leant down towards him, and suddenly her warm, soft lips were pressed against his own, gently but insistently, telling him who he belonged to now. His heart fluttered like a bird in his chest and he found himself rising up on tiptoes into the tender kiss from his handsome, older wife. It was over in moments, but those seemed to both last hours and be way too short all the same. When Margaret drew back, Jamie was gasping for air, his cheeks still streaked with tears and flushed with heat. He wanted to crane his neck and let her kiss him again, but before he could try she turned to wave eagerly at her side of the crowd, a delighted smile on her handsome face. Jamie meanwhile didn't...couldn't look away. Maybe he should be checking how Belle was, or looking for Dad in the crowd, but in this moment his gaze stayed fixed on his new wife. Even thinking that word made him shiver with delight, and suddenly he knew this couldn't be a dream at all. It just felt too good. He was married now...to the kindest, most handsome older woman he'd ever met in his life. He was her husband, to have and to hold, and to keep her home and keep her happy, in her bed as well. In just a few short hours, once the reception and photos were done, he'd be finding out just what that meant. The blushing boy found he couldn't wait...