The Wedding, Part 3

“Who gives this woman to be married to this man?”

“I do,” your father declares, his voice dry and raspy.

“Does the bride enter into this union between mother and son willingly, and without ****?”

“I do,” Sofia calmly replies.

As your mother stands just a few feet away, you can’t help but admire her wedding dress. The photos in the albums and on the walls of your home don't do it justice; it's much, much more beautiful in person.

“I remember the day I married you two,” the priest says to your parents conversationally. “I had never before met a young couple so determined and so sure of the love they shared... I’ve never been wrong about a couple I’ve wedded, and I thought your marriage would stand the test of time, you would be happy with each other.

“That was until John walked through the church doors, of course. I realised then and there that I was already part of something truly beautiful, I had joined the hands that would give him life.” He chuckles, nodding to you before continuing. “I don’t think I was wrong on that day, you were a happily wedded woman.”

“I was,” Sofia agrees.

“But now that journey comes to an end,” the priest says solemnly. “And your new life begins.”

“I’ve said enough. Let us proceed with the vows," he says, taking a step back. "Do you, Sofia Doe, submit to your son John, and recognize him as both husband and master?"

“I do,” your mother replies from beneath her veil.

“Do you vow to serve him loyally and faithfully, and to never object to his desires, no matter how depraved?”

“I do.”

The frail old man smiles broadly at her, and then turns to your pale-faced father.

“Father of the groom and husband of the bride, Carl Doe,” he begins. “I cannot imagine how hard this must be for you, to allow the woman who has been your partner in life to enter into this union. But I believe you realize, just as I do, that her true place is not beside you as your wife. Rather, it is her destiny to reside at your son’s feet, serving this great man’s every whim as his most sovereign and sacred possession. And so, I ask you this: will you give them your blessing?”

Your father gulps and nods, his face ashen. You notice your mother give him a small pat on the arm in a show of comfort.

“Do you swear to love any children borne by this union as your own, and to never oppose your son's will, instead aiding him in all of his goals forevermore?”

“I do,” he says quietly, in a voice of total defeat.

“I hope that your former union granted you nothing but happiness," the priest continues sincerely. "Give me your rings."

Your parents both take their wedding bands off, placing them in the priest’s outstretched hand. Your father has his eyes closed, and some of the colour he lost actually comes back; perhaps now that the symbol of their marriage is gone, the worst of it is over and he can begin to accept the new status quo. All things considered, he's taking it better than you imagined he would.

You cannot see whether or not your mother is affected by the loss of her own ring, since her face is completely covered by the veil.

“John Doe,” the priest says, turning to you. “Are you prepared to receive your eternal partner and ****?”

In response you unzip your pants, letting your rock-hard cock pop out angrily.

“Oh, I do,” you say over the gasps of the audience. Your father shifts nervously as he sees your cock pointed at his former wife, but says nothing.

“Let the bride take her rightful place on her knees,” the priest continues, pointing to the ground.

Your mother steps forward immediately, leaving Carl standing helpless and slack-jawed. His eyes dart from the priest, to you, to your mother as she moves further away from him, and his mouth opens and closes a few times, but no words come out. He may not accept the situation, but he's powerless to stop you.

Sofia kneels at your feet, and even through the veil you can feel her warm breath on your cock. You reach down and lift the fabric slowly, drawing out applause from the people present as her face is finally revealed.