Ruin her makeup with a rough facefuck

You smile, immensely satisfied with how heavily made-up her face is... As with everything else at your wedding, it's just as you commanded.

“Take these, the symbols of your old life,” says the priest, dropping your parents' wedding rings into Sofia's hands. “Carry them with you as you enter this union.”

With that he moves away, spreading his hands wide. “Now serve your husband and master.”

Your mother closes her eyes and leans forward to place her ruby-red lips on the tip of your cock. As soon as her mouth touches your glans, the guests begin cheering.

Close relatives stand up to hug each other, while women dab at their eyes to catch tears of happiness. A few people even yell out congratulations for you and your new bride. You notice Erica and Melanie standing side by side, each with one hand tucked behind the other; if their flushed faces are anything to go by, they must be fingering one another.

The photographers maneuver around the periphery, trying to find the best angles. They zoom their lenses and begin clicking away, trying to capture the moment that, in any normal wedding, would have been the kiss.

“You may take your seats,” says the priest, motioning to Carl, Greg, and the bridesmaids. “There’s no telling how long this will take.”

Greg approaches your father, patting his back sympathetically as they take the front-row seats saved for them. Melanie and the bridesmaids follow shortly, pulling their hands away from each other reluctantly.

After everyone is seated, you move your hands into Sofia’s hair, grabbing fistfuls to hold her in place. She looks up at you as you push against her still-closed lips, signalling that the two of you have posed enough for the camera.

Now it’s time to really seal the deal.

Her lips part, and like the obedient little slut she vowed to be mere moments ago, she allows you to manhandle her head. Pushing slowly into her mouth, you sigh in pleasure as you hit the entrance to her throat. Then you begin to rock your hips slowly, allowing her to tease your invading cock and get it slick with spit.

For a few moments you luxuriate in the feeling of her tongue running across the underside of your shaft, but then without warning you begin pushing yourself into her throat. You feel her gag around you, but beyond that she doesn't resist your thrusting, nor your tight grip on her hair. All she does is look up at you with her gorgeous, smoky eyes, kneeling obediently as you struggle to fit more and more of your cock down her throat.

She’s very well used to your taste by now, as it's been an essential part of all of her meals for the last week. You smile back at her face, which is getting more and more strained... But even as it turns a shade of blue and tears begin streaming from her eyes, she doesn't resist.

Looking up from your obedient wife, you seek out your father. You spot him seated with Melanie and Greg, his expression halfway between despair and anger. You flash him a smug grin as you pull your mother’s head roughly into your pelvis, burying her nose in your pubic hair.

Bringing your attention back to her, you see that her determined eyes are struggling to focus as she stares up at you, and that her face is almost completely blue. You pull out smoothly, grabbing her by the veil as her body threatens to slump forward.

She gasps and coughs up spit as your audience applauds and cheer at how well she carried out her display of submission. You hold your dick with one hand and wipe it across her face, ruining her makeup even further with saliva and pre-cum. After a few seconds, you pull her up by the hair and place your cock at her lips once more. Even though she’s still out of breath, she takes the head into her mouth.

This time, you grip her head even more firmly and thrust inside, ignoring her gags and coughs around your member. You pull out and thrust in again, and again, and again, fucking her face harder and faster while giving her very little opportunity to breathe.

The past week of practice has done wonders for her ability to please you; even through the brutal facefucking, she constricts her throat and moves her tongue just as Melanie taught her during your training sessions.

The crowd cheers again as your thrusts become more frantic and your breath comes in short grunts. Even through this, your mother kneels unmoving with no signs of resistance.

“I’m gonna cum,” you grunt out, hilting yourself in her throat one last time before pulling out.

The moment your spit-coated cock is free of her mouth, your mother tilts her face up and cups her hands beneath her chin. In her palms, glinting in the sunlight, sit your parents' wedding rings.

She opens her mouth wide as you fire jet after jet of your seed across her face. Within moments it's completely covered, and plenty of the thick white jizz begins to drip from her chin down onto her hands. For the last few pumps you aim your cock directly at her cupped hands, covering the rings in your cum.

Out of the corner of your eye, you notice a photographer approaching. Your mother spots him as well, quickly smiling through her ruined makeup. She kneels there, a picture of radiance in her cum-stained wedding dress, proudly displaying the semen-covered rings in her hands.

As she poses, you take the time to strip off your suit. Once you're completely nude, you turn to the audience and snap your fingers.

The atmosphere changes immediately; every guest's eyes glaze over with lust, and they begin undressing as well.

The ceremony may be over, but there's plenty more fun yet to be had.