The Wedding, Part 2

You finish your "preparations" and exit the room with Erica. Her makeup is absolutely ruined, her hair is all messed up, and her once-beautiful dress is wrinkled and stained with your cum. In a way, the seed splattered on her face and dress makes her appearance LESS of an issue: if people know that the mess is because of her duties as your personal slut, then nobody will bat an eye.

Erica soon leaves you, walking towards the women’s room. You smile when you notice that she has a slight stiffness to her stride; she's probably still trying to hold your cum in.

Your attention shifts to the noise of laughter and chatter coming from the garden, where the wedding ceremony is about to take place. Lots of friends and family have come from far and wide to attend. None of your personal friends were invited, though; no sense bringing in people you already have access to. You've engineered this event to put you in touch with members of your old and new families... For various reasons.

Well, mainly for sex.

As you step out into the large garden, all activity stops and everyone turns to look at you. You hear excited whispers and giggles as you walk in, and you begin greeting the guests you recognize. Your parents’ siblings are in attendance with their families, and so are some of the cousins whose names you recall.

Your new father Greg moves to your side, introducing the more distant relatives one by one. You genuinely pay attention to what he’s saying, learning who is who, what they do for a living, where they live... And most importantly, how hot the wives, mothers, and daughters are.

“You look so handsome in that tux!” The compliment comes from Georgia, Greg’s older sister, who's walking over with a sleeping baby Hanna in her arms. “I must say, your mother has an amazing garden. The flower bushes and those little trees make an absolutely fabulous setting for a wedding!”

“Hey, thanks... You look stunning yourself, Aunt Georgia,” you reply, running your eyes shamelessly up and down her well-developed body. She does indeed look stunning, with dark brown hair styled in waves that end just above her generous cleavage, and a body wrapped in a close-fitting green dress that matches her eyes. “Where’s--"

“Hello John,” a well dressed gentleman greets you, walking up beside Georgia and resting his hand on her waist. It’s her husband (and your "uncle") Mitch. “Congratulations on getting married, and at such a young age too!”

“Thank you very much, Uncle Mitch,” you say, shaking his hand. “I hope announcing my wedding so abruptly hasn’t troubled you too much? You’re such a busy man, after all.”

Mitch laughs heartily. “Not at all, John. I can’t imagine missing my favourite nephew’s wedding for work. I gave all my employees the weekend off.”

“I appreciate it.” You pointedly look at Georgia and leer at her up and down. “You mind holding Hanna for a bit? I’m feeling sort of handsy.”

“Oh, of course,” he quickly responds, taking the sleeping baby gingerly out of Georgia’s hands. “I’ll take her inside the house when I get a chance, just in case she wakes up.

The moment the baby is out of her arms, you grab Georgia and pull her into your embrace. Your hands immediately move to her round ass, kneading and rubbing the soft flesh.

“You look gorgeous, Auntie,” you say, kissing her ear. “I might seriously consider cucking your husband if you keep this up.”

“We’d be delighted if you do! Mitch made sure I wore my best dress and and bought me new underwear, hoping you’d notice me,” Georgia says saucily, wrapping her arms around your neck and pressing her chest into yours. “... He even tucked some fancy lipstick into my purse, just so I can keep my coat fresh and wet enough to leave rings on your cock if you fuck my mouth!”

“Stop that,” Mitch chuckles embarassedly at his wife’s words. “We’re just here to show our loyalty to the head of the family...”

“Really, you two. I appreciate the gesture,” you say with a grin, lifting her dress up and grabbing her now exposed ass directly. “I just fucked Erica in my dressing room, too...”

The people around you take notice and, as surprised as they are, slowly resume their conversations and even flash you happy, congratulatory smiles.

“But I’d just love to fuck my aunt in public,” you say softly, reaching up to grope a boob. “My wife’s exclusive to me, but the women need to know what to expect.

“But the ceremony's supposed to start any minute now.”

“...No problem,” Mitch assures you, but you can almost hear him swallow his disappointment. “We’ll be waiting, if you change your mind. Whenever you want.”

“Where are the twins? I haven’t seen them yet,” you ask, pushing Georgia's panties aside and teasing her anus with your index finger. You raise an eyebrow as you feel moisture. “You’re lubed.”

She winks at you. “I’ve been practicing with the plugs you gave me.”

“They were here somewhere,” Mitch mutters, looking left and right for his daughters.

“We’ll see them soon enough,” you say dismissively, pushing your fingers into both of Geoargia’s holes at once. “Take Hanna into the house, Uncle Mitch. Hand her off to the women at the nursery if you can, it’s about to get loud.”

Mitch nods quickly and almost runs towards your home.

“Your husband might as well be my most faithful servant,” you remark arrogantly. “Even Greg, for all his good traits, can be jealous. Mitch is a true herbivore.”

“T-too devoted to his work. Ooh, that feels so nice,” Georgia croons into your ear when you tease her clit. "He's extremely careful about us maintaining our looks for you..."

“He's rich and good at his job,” you praise. “If he ever develops a desire for sex, I’ll make sure he gets a woman he likes.

“Of course, you’re out of the question,” you add with a smirk. “Your daughters as well. The three of you are mine.”

Her whimpers and moans grow louder as you pick up the pace and more people start stealing glances at you, but none of them look offended; even as they watch your fingers violate your aunt publicly, they merely whisper and gossip with flushed. Her cunt wraps around your finger, and her anus squeezes your thumb tight, refusing to let it go.

“Cum nice and hard,” you whisper into her ear. “And maybe I’ll be marrying you and your daughters next."

“Yes, I’m close.” Instead of disgust or ****, Gerorgia starts to wantonly grind on your hand.

“We’ll be such a happy family,” you sigh, letting yourself fantasize about the future. “I can’t wait until they’re calling me ‘Daddy’.”

“I love you, J-John, I’m--I’m gonna cum--OooooooooOOH!”

Georgia humps against your hand like a whore as she reaches climax, her whole body shaking as she collapses against your shoulder. You pull your fingers free and wipe them on her lips, letting the woman clean her ass and pussy juices off of them.

“You like the taste of your own ass, slut?”

“Y-yes,” she pants, licking her lips lewdly. “...But it’s nothing compared to the flavour of yours, John. I just want to rim you for hours... Let me leave some lipstick all over your cute little butt so the next whore knows what you like?”

You smirk at her words and give her ass a firm slap.

“Bring your ass to my room after this is over,” you order her, smiling at the delight on her face. “You’re staying over tonight.”

Suddenly, you notice the atmosphere becoming excited around you as people whisper back and forth. You spot your real father entering the garden and asking the guests to be seated.

“It’s about to start," you mutter, squeezing her against you excitedly.

“Your mother is a lucky woman,” Georgia says, her tone going from total slut to caring aunt in the blink of an eye. “And there’s no better woman to have be the... matriarch of our family.”

“Matriarch, huh,” you whisper to yourself, smiling. “That’s got a nice ring to it.”

Your free your hands from Georgia and kiss her on the cheek once before leaving her side. You walk up the aisle briskly and stand on the left, where Greg is waiting for you.

“It’s show time, son,” he whispers, patting your shoulder. “Nervous?”

You reach down and adjust the tent in your pants. “Excited.”

He laughs under his breath. “You’re always excited.”

The band begins to play music, and the bridesmaids come walking down the aisles. Erica looks perfectly clean and tidy now; her awkward gait is the only thing unfixed. She winks at you as she sidles up the aisle, and you grin back.

Georgia and Mitch's twin daughters, Madison and Morgan, are following close behind her. They both closely resemble their mother, with the same brown hair, green eyes, and tanned skin. They smile to you as they toss flower petals into the crowd. They blush under your heated gaze, but they look pleased all the same.

Your eyes move to the people behind them. Slowly walking closer to the arch is your father (who seems to have aged considerably within the last few minutes), Melanie, looking absolutely radiant, and lastly, the bride.

Your mother, Sofia Doe.

She's wearing the same beautiful wedding dress she got married to your father in. A veil covers her face and the only skin exposed is her hands, and yet the sight of her still causes your dress pants to get noticeably tighter.

Eventually, all the bridesmaids make their way into their positions a small distance behind the bride.

The moment is here.