Lady Arabella Fortescue-Hadleigh was nervous as she prepared for her wedding. She had stripped naked, showered, bathed, and perfumed herself. Now she stood before the mirror and appraised her beautiful young body. Tanned deeply golden all over after a summer on her family's private island, her smooth skin was set off against her lustrous blonde hair. Riding, tennis, sailing and gymnastics had toned and honed her body, sculpting her into a vision of athletic perfection. Her legs were amazing: her thighs were powerful, her calves shapely, her ankles slender. Her arse was pert and firm, her waist narrow, her belly flat with a discrete six pack. Her breasts were full, proud, large-nippled. She was acknowledged as one of the season's aristocratic beauties, the most eligible debutante of the year. And now she was to be married.
He courtship by Edward, heir to the Earldom of Wildenshire, had been exciting and romantic. Arabella and Edward had met on the ski slopes of St Moritz and fallen in love, and spent the next social season inseparable. She had met his family, easily winning over the old Earl who was impressed by her youthful charm and beauty. More importantly, she had managed to obtain the good graces of Edward's mother the formidable Lady Agatha. The engagement had been announced in the newspapers of record and the court circulars, and arranged for the following September.
Arabella slipped on the lingerie she had chosen for her wedding night. A filmy, flimsy white lace bra was first. It was unneeded to support her firm breasts but nestled them enticingly, creating a deep cleavage. Then she fastened a suspender belt also of white lace around her trim waist. She took out a pair of sheer white stockings from their cellophane wrapper, and one by one drew them up her smooth-skinned long legs. She clipped each one to the six straps of the suspender belt. A blue and white lace garter went around her right thigh. Finally she drew on the wispy little thong to match the rest of her ensemble. She settled it snuggly between the globes of her perfect arse. Her pussy was completely shaven.
The young aristocrat slipped on her high-heeled stiletto shoes. Now over six feet tall in her heels, she looked at her mirror image and smiled. She had respected her fiancé's stern family traditions and their relationship had remained unconsummated till now. But tonight that would change. The handsome young heir to the Earldom of Wildenshire was about to discover what a sexual force of nature he had married. Arabella smirked, knowing she was the best fuck any of her lucky lovers had ever known, and anticipating that night's fun and games.
She put on her wedding dress, called for servants to attend her make-up and hair.
*
Elsewhere, her fiancé was also nervous.
"Where is my tie? Alberts, have you seen my tie?" he called as he completed dressing.
The family butler appeared smoothly and silently.
"Master Edward, your lady mother requests your presence" he murmured softly.
"What, now? Very well, Alberts" he replied, and made his way to his mother's apartment.
He found his mother Lady Agatha looking poised and elegant in a green silk frock.
"Ah, my darling, you do look handsome!" she purred. Her voice was that of the upper classes, with a throaty, husky quality that gave it an added erotic edge.
"Thank you, Mother" he replied. "Afraid I'm not quite ready - can't find my bally tie..."
"That's because I hid it. I have a wedding day present for you instead" she said and held out a brand new hand made silk tie. It was of dark blue-black, decorated with an elegant gold design. Edward instantly recognised it - it had been modelled on the antique gold and leather dog collar his mother made him wear in their most intimate incestuous BDSM sex games. She held it out to him. They both knew what it meant. Even as he married Arabella, Edward would secretly be indicating to his mother that she was his one true mistress.
With shaking hands, he fastened the tie, Agatha reached out to gently help him, tightening the knot sharply and then using it to drag him down onto his knees before her. She smiled to herself.
"You have time..." she murmured.
"Time? For what?" he asked. And then she reached down and slowly raised the hem of her frock. Beneath it she wore dark stockings and...as she raised the dress higher, lifted it over her head, she revealed beneath it a suspender belt and bra in soft black leather, studded with silver spikes. Agatha did not usually dress so unsubtly, but she wanted this last time before her son was married to be a reminder to him who was in command when they fucked.
"Mistress Mummy!" he gasped.
"Perform, my baby boy! Perform the act of worship!" she ordered, exulting in her power over this young man who she had made into the perfect sex slave.
Understanding her need, the young aristocrat knelt at his mother's feet, caressing her powerful legs in the expensive stockings from ankles to thighs, and brought his face to her parted thighs, beginning to lick and kiss her as she had taught him when she first seduced him.
"Oh, yes!" Agatha sighed. "Yes, my son, my lover, my slave! Perform! Oh, yes! When you say your vows this afternoon - ah! Mmm! Oh! Yes! Think of this! Think of your mother!"
She twined her fingers in his hair tightly and ground her pussy into his face as Edward tongued her skilfully to the edge of orgasm and beyond, making her cry out. She allowed him up when he had satisfied her wicked lusts, and gave him a surprisingly maternal peck on the cheek.
"Good boy! Now finish getting ready and enjoy your day - after all, a young man only gets married once!"
As he left, Edward took one last look at his mother's glorious body white as snow in her black leather bikini, heels and stockings, wondering if this had been their last time together now he was marrying.
*
The wedding was beautiful - everyone agreed. The music, the setting (the old family chapel), the bride in her open-shouldered wedding dress.
Nobody of course, except for Edward and his mother, noticed that his eyes flicked oh so briefly to where she sat when he uttered the words "with my body, I thee worship". Nobody but them knew that in his mind he was reliving the incestuous act of oral sex, the tribute she had demanded, on his wedding morning.
After the wedding, the reception in the Wildenshire stately home Castle Grantwell was sumptuous - a magnificent banquet, live music and dancing till late at night.
Edward was rather relieved that his mother had not made any attempt to seduce him again, or even indulge in her usual clandestine flirtations. Instead, she had been the perfect society mother. She had graciously allowed her new daughter-in-law to enjoy being the centre of attention on her special day. And Arabella had been radiant. Beautiful, vivacious, and enjoying every opportunity to kiss and caress him, whispering promises of the erotic delights that were to come on their first night as husband and wife.
After many speeches, much glad-handing, dancing and merry-making, it was at last time for the happy couple to retire.
They bid the company goodnight amid some good-natured ribald jokes from his army friends and her girlfriends from finishing school, and Edward escorted Arabella away. Hand in hand, they went to his apartments.
