AUNT LISA BECOMES BRIDE LISA
Isn't this the dream of every young woman? Dressed in a beautiful white satin wedding dress, my arm resting upon that of my father as he gently guided me down the centre of the large room, towards my betrothed, who was waiting patiently for me to join them at their side. Yes, I was about to become a married lady, today I was a bride. And absolutely delighted to be in this wonderful position, for I was fully in love to that person who awaited me. I knew that, undoubtedly, I wanted to spend the rest of my entire life as this person's partner in life, I wished to share a bed with them every night, I desired to give myself fully to them, as well as receiving their most passionate love and desire for me.
As we neared the very front, somebody turned to face me, and smiled. A lovely smile which I realised was totally meant and real, signifying that they too were delighted with the events unfolding right here and now. Making my special day even more complete.
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Because, make no mistake, beforehand their attitude towards this day had most certainly not been so positive. In fact, this person until very recently would have taken almost any action possible to prevent this day from occurring at all. So, just who was it?
My very own mother. But why? What was so wrong about her own child, her daughter becoming wed? The identity of the person waiting for me was the answer to that particular question. It wasn't a man; no this was a legal marriage between one woman and her lesbian female partner. Not only that but mum was directly related to my bride. It was her own younger sister, my Aunt Lisa.
The relationship between Lisa and I had actually kicked off exactly fifty-two weeks beforehand, on the Saturday evening when the family had gathered at her house to celebrate Lisa's fortieth birthday, this Wedding Day taking place on the actual forty first anniversary of her birth. Although no actual sexual action had taken place that evening, Lisa had used the occasion to trap and blackmail me into becoming her partner, the first sexual liaison between us occurring on the following weekend.
Lisa was considerably younger than Helen, her sister and my mother, although she was older than me. Stunningly beautiful, rich and very successful in life she'd soon come to realise that she preferred the company of another female in her bed as opposed to a male. And, being experienced in lesbian emotions she recognised the same traits in me, the reason why she set her sights on me. However, I was very sexually confused, trying to deny just what Lisa had seen in me. I even tried relationships with several men, being an engineer and biker it wasn't difficult to attract them. But absolutely none of them worked out or fulfilled my needs, and these weren't bastards, they were all decent and honest men. As I say though, I couldn't find any compatibility with any of them.
It also needs to be considered that, well to be honest, my mother is a prude, one of those women who believes that sexy lingerie for example should be completely unnecessary, my father should love her without the need for such stimulation. She basically owned none, and therefore neither did I. Lisa, on the other hand dressed herself 'to kill' as it were, oh she most certainly knew how to make herself even more gorgeous than the 'God given' natural beauty that she already possessed. As if that wasn't sexy enough.
Just previous to her birthday party Lisa had clocked a video on-line as it were, featuring a young girl whose 'stage-name' was very similar to mine, Bridgette in her case this film was claimed to be set in Paris hence the Gallic form of the moniker, against my more Anglicised Bridget. Whatever her name she found herself in some unusual and severe rope bondage, with Lisa deciding she's quite like me to play the same role, although my aunt had decided to spice it up a little.
This then was the form in which that aforementioned liaison occurred. And it was also my very first experience of wearing expensive, classy, satin lingerie. And boy! Did I discover I'd been missing out all of this time, or what? It all felt so beautiful, so sensuous and sexy, turning me on to such a degree that I'd never been so before. As did Lisa, especially when it was clear that I was completely held in her hands, I was fully within the grip of her awesome sexuality. Although totally trapped, I felt utterly safe, feeling beyond any doubt that I could trust Lisa absolutely. She has NEVER let me down in this regard.
Once she'd played with me, using one of those vibrating eggs she'd placed into my pussy, just had she had informed me that I would, I begged Lisa to tie me to her bed and shag me. Make no mistake, she duly obliged, subjecting me to all of her sexual power and skills, in a night that I'll never forget, with me recalling it with the utmost pleasure and excitement, until my dying day. Our relationship, outside of merely aunt and niece, had commenced, and in real style!
So, now I knew, and my sexual confusion was at a welcome end. I had been born to be with Lisa, there was no doubt of that fact in my mind at all. But that decision of mine to become her partner did have a price, and quite heavy one, as I discovered when I returned home after my first night of passion with my new girlfriend. You see I'd told my prudish mum, whom both Lisa and I recognised would not be pleased at our news, that I was staying that night with a good friend of mine. My mistake being that I forgot to inform said friend of this. And, in an enormous piece of bad luck co-incidence, Dani rang the landline of my home, with mum answering, therefore knowing I'd not been just where I said I'd been.
Mum correctly guessed I'd spent the night with her sister, and completely lost her temper. To sum it up, she threw me out of the house, there and then. Dad, a thoroughly decent and honest man, did intervene to at least allow Lisa to collect my belongings, as mum ranted at her, telling Lisa that as far as she, mum, was concerned Lisa was no longer her sister. And also, that I was no longer her daughter! Yes, it did hurt, it REALLY hurt!
Back at Lisa's house, my new home now, once she'd allowed me to cry on her shoulder, giving me all of the time I wanted and needed, at my request Lisa once again tied me to her bed and basically shagged all of the pain out of me.
But worse was to come. A few weeks later mum really snapped. She pretended to have accepted the situation, inviting me around for a cup of tea and chat. Believing her, and with both Lisa and I delighted, I went to my old home in great spirits. Only to find that mum had drugged that tea, and when I awoke from that induced slumber, I found myself stretched out and handcuffed by the wrists and ankles to mum's bed. Naked except stockings, almost as soon as I'd 'come to' I was gagged, mum taking a snap of the state she'd put me into. Then summoning Lisa to attend, threatening her with a knife once she'd responded. Mum now handcuffed Lisa's body to mine, having forced her to fit a strap-on and effectively demanded that we shag each other in front of her. To prove what point I guess that neither Lisa nor I will ever know, mum alone knows just exactly she was hoping for here.
Thing is, Lisa being such a 'winner' in life, a really confident and resourceful person, her mere presence even if as trapped and helpless as I was, steadied my nerves and gave me hope. Mum wanted a show, did she? Well, with both of us inspiring the other, we gave her one alright! I'm not sure just what, for us to beg her for mercy I guess, mum had hoped for, but I suppose it wasn't such a confident display of our love for each other, so she simply upped and left. With Lisa and I still chained to her bed and one another!
Realising that we couldn't escape this situation that mum had placed us in, we just carried on shagging! Well, why not, what else could we do? And it was during one of these couplings that, the non-league football match he had intended to spectate at being cancelled due to a water-logged pitch, dad entered the equation. Being the kind and respectful man that he is, he allowed that shag between us to finish before he alerted us to his presence, let's face it we had been occupied somewhat so it's no surprise we didn't hear him enter the room. Oh, I forgot to mention that mum had blindfolded us both as well!
He found the key, released us, and when we'd dressed, we joined him in the living room. Naturally he guessed just who had been responsible for our predicament and asked if either of us intended to take matters any further, legally for instance. Lisa informed him, with my agreement, that for HIS sake we would not, provided there was no repeat. Just then mum arrived back, and dad spoke to her like he'd never done so before, he'd basically lived under her thumb, informing her, again with a voice he'd never done so previously, that there must never be any repeat of what had occurred that day. Mum promised to accept that, but she also stated that she never wished to see Lisa or I again. We then left.
With both Lisa and I believing that there'd never be any contact with her in the future, although I continued to see my father on a regular basis. Lisa asked me to marry her, I gleeful accepted, and we started to make plans without any involvement from mum. I really believed that she would not bring herself to be present for our 'big day,' so we didn't even bother inviting her.
So, it was quite a shock when just a few days before our Wedding Day, dad rang, asking if he, accompanied by mum could visit, as she had an important question to ask both of us. I had considered this matter open; I'd gladly welcome any approach from my mother, but as it had been her who had created the situation between us, it was therefore up to her to move first. Well, it appeared that now she had, so I naturally gave my consent to this request.
Mum was full of genuine tears of contrition when she did arrive at our home, where she issued a full and complete apology to both Lisa and I, asking if she should attend our wedding. Naturally we both replied in the affirmative, especially when she gave her solemn word, something I knew really meant she'd keep, not to behave in any way to disrupt or interfere with proceedings. Whatever had happened in mum's mind to 'switch' her feelings for us, I still don't know to this day, but obviously it HAD occurred and neither Lisa nor I was complaining. And, as I referred to previously, mum fully kept that promise.
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Finally, with dad still guiding me we reached our destination and I now stood alongside the woman whom I loved with all my heart. With me in the traditional wedding dress, Lisa herself was dressed in a delicious white leather suit, one that fitted her beautifully, complete with a lovely short skirt, showing off her white sheer nylon covered legs. Making it abundantly clear the wearer was female, a real lady. An utterly sexy and gorgeous one at that. Lisa turned to me and smiled, a smile that could have, single handedly, melted the polar icecap such was its warmth!
"Do you, Lisa Jayne Baxter, take this woman, Bridget Helen Parkinson, to be your lawful wedded wife?"
Lisa's voice rang out in a clear tone. "I do."
"Do you, Bridget Helen Parkinson, take this woman, Lisa Jayne Baxter, to be your lawful wedded wife?"
