My Son "allowed" Me to Get Married

Chapter 4. The Wedding

After my bath, I slowly stood, as my legs were wobbly, having been up in the air, periodically, for most of the night. Reaching over, I grabbed my towel off the rail and started to dry myself. Looking at myself in the mirror, I saw an exhausted, tired, yet, seemingly, satisfied woman. My hairy, yet manicured pussy, was free of the matted mess pasted on by son. Suddenly, after all this time, a sense of shame tidal waved into my mind. Realizing today, I was about to become Mrs. Laurie Benson, the thought of saying vows, I know I'll never adhere to, immediately prompted the water works to flow out of my weary eyes.

For 20 minutes I cried. HARD. Into my damp towel. I cried, cursed myself, screamed. After all the tears had left my ducts, I stood there in the bathroom looking at the bright red cheeks, the blood shot eyes, and the two large hickeys, I will have to cover up with foundation later. One between my legs, the other, on my left breast.

As I made my way into the bedroom to get dressed, I suddenly felt dizzy. Grabbing the far post of my bed, I steadied myself, until I felt OK enough, to move. I pulled a pair of nude pantyhose over my legs, put a bra on and slipped my robe over my tired body. It was now 9:30, so I needed to make Curtis and I breakfast before Marc's daughter, Wendy, arrived to help me prepare for the wedding.

Walking down the hallway, I passed Curtis' closed door. As I continued along, I heard something that forever scarred me, and helped me realize the disaster unfolding before me.

Coming from his room, I heard, "Curtis, yes baby, oh yes," Several times. Continuing to listen, I heard, what appeared to be my voice, telling my son, not 4 hours earlier, during our marathon, "God yes, yes, you are soo much better than Marc, baby!"

Throwing his door open, I saw a video playing and being uploaded from his cell phone onto his laptop.

Realizing what I just learned, that my son had been taking video of our private couplings, I immediately charged at him, sitting in his chair. "Curtis!! What are you doing!!," I screamed, reaching for whatever buttons I could, on his laptop.

With his left hand, pushed against my torso, literally holding me arms length from stopping this god awful thing he was doing, I continued, "How dare you! You've been video taping us this whole time?; How could you!"

Curtis immediately stood and scooped me up off of my feet, depositing me on his bed, I kept hitting him and crying, "Why? Why are you doing this to me?!"

Grabbing my arms and pinning them above my head, Curtis inserts himself between my legs and yelled, "STOP! RIGHT NOW MOM!"

"Why! Why! Curtis Why!," I kept saying, as his voice got quieter and quieter.

"I fucking said stop mom, right now!" The eeriness of how he said it, and the emptiness, the coldness of his words, scared me.

Calming down as best I could I simply said, "Baby why?"

As he relented a little and loosened his grip on my outstretched arms he said, "Shut the fuck up and I'll explain."

For 15 minutes he explained that he had videotaped us multiple times over the course of our 5 months of intimacy, starting with his 18th birthday. He wanted to make sure, our "arrangement" didn't suddenly end after my wedding, so he was leveraging them, not necessarily against me, but moreso, Marc. He told me I needed to make sure Marc doesn't try getting in between us, because now that weve been intimate, Curtis feels entitled to what he has been fucking for months. He ended it with, "As long as I keep fucking that hairy, 41 year old pussy, when I want, these videos NEVER see the light of day."

With that he released my arms, got off the bed from between my legs and told me, "I will know if you try fucking with my laptop, so don't even try it. You feel me?!" I nodded, in shock, at the vile thing, my son, who I thought loved me, had done.

He helped me stand and, looking away from me, said, "Make me some breakfast, your pussy gave me an appetite."

I said, "Yes honey," As I left his bedroom and went down to the kitchen.

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It was now 10:45 and, after preparing and consuming our breakfast, Curtis headed back up to his bedroom telling me if I so much as knock on his door, my legs will be behind my head, and more of his baby batter will coat my hairy, nether regions, whether Wendy is here or not. If he wants my attention, HE will say something.

Realizing Curtis' behavior has changed to an extremely controlling fashion, I could only assume, he was upset the day had come that I was marrying Marc, even though he agreed to it.

11AM sharp, I see Wendy's car pull in the drive and my soon to be daughter in law getting out, as I looked out the living room window.

"Hey Laur!," Wendy, excited for the near future, joyously quipped.

We hugged, exchanged a few pleasantries and headed up to my bedroom to do my makeup, hair, and get me ready for my "big day."

As she was putting my hair up in a bun, as I'd requested her do, she noticed tension in my appearance.

"You ok?," She questioningly asked me.

Trying my best to feign the anxiety, exhaustion, and fear I was currently experiencing, I responded simply, "Just the wedding day jitters honey." Smiling, I continued, "I've never been married before. I just want this day to be perfect."

"Don't worry about that, you will make heads turn after we're done!, "Wendy giggled, proceeding with her duties.

An hour later, Wendy turned me around in my seat and I saw my self. "Stand mom, take a good look at yourself."

I was surprised not only how angelic I looked, but the fact Wendy just referred to me as "Mom," melted my heart.

"Oh heavens! Thank you," I said, surprised at the woman staring back at me. "You did wonderful honey, Thank you."

I was dressed in the same white gown I had worn for my son a few hours earlier. Wendy put my veil on, maneuvering it so the bun she made my hair, to be, allowed the fit to be perfect. I changed out of the nude pantyhose into suntan colored, and i had on the same 4" white close toed "fuck me pumps" I wore as well for Curtis. The sequins shining off of the lace arm length gloves, put out the final touches of Wendys' makeover of me.

"You look amazing Mom," Wendy, starting to tear up, told me. She continued, "I hope Daddy doesn't collapse when he sees you coming down thhe aisle."

Trying to stifle my own tears welling up, I had to chuckle at Wendys' statement. "Well i hope he doesn't either honey, but what you did for me, he just might!"

Wendy and I hugged, laughed and soon she was off to the hotel, to help finish with the preparations, and my arrival at 2.

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After closing the door behind Wendy, I turn to call to let the limosuine service know I was ready, when Curtis was jogging downstairs mostly dressed. I could see his tie, undone, hanging innocently around his neck.

He paused when he reached the last step and when he looked up, all he said was, "Damn mom!" Nothing fancy, nothing egregious, just, "Damn mom!"

I see him, and slowly turning, performing a careful pirouette I said, "Do I look ok honey?"

His response said it all.

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"Oh Yes!, Oh honey, yes, yes!," echoed throughout the living room area.

"Make.. it.. fast.. honey," I panted, as Curtis had me lain on the couch, my pantyhose at my hips and my bridal dress pushed over my waist. "The limo... will.... be... here.. shortly.."

With my son pumping away, you can see a frothy white ring coating the hairs of my well used pussy and Curtis giving me his telltale sign of a pending orgasm. "Ahhhhhhhhh!," Curtis roared, as I felt his release coat my cervix. Curtis pulls out and starts pulling his pants back up.

"The towel honey! Give it to me!," I shouted, as his semen was trying to get past the wall my little hand formed around the opening. Avoiding sure disaster, Curtis tossed me the towel in time to make sure it only matted the hair on my vagina, and not create an unexplainable stain under my gown.

Unbeknownst to us, the limosuine driver was standing at the door, able to see me pulling my nylons back over my waist. Embarrassed, I turned around, and finished re fixing what my son had done.

10 minutes later, we were in the back of the vehicle heading to the motel. To make matters a little worse, thinking the driver assumed it was us as the couple, My son turned to me and said," Why you making me wear a tie, mom?" Looking up at the rear view mirror of the driver, I noticed a small head nod and a smirk on his face.

After returning my attention to Curtis, I said, "Because YOU are walking me down the aisle, remember?"

He replies, "Well i cant tie this fuckin tie."

So I helped my son with his tie, as I'd done with Marc before. So once I had it snug, I said, "There; my handsome man."

He put his hand on my leg and I immediately knew to lift the hem of my dress. As soon as the driver met my eyes, he closed the glass separating the front from the rear. As soon as I'd lifted my dress enough, Curtis saw the glimmering shine of the hosiery I had on my legs. He questioned, "For your age and you have legs for miles? Good grief!" I responded, "You just realized I had these nylons on? They're your favorite brand that I buy."

Finally, pulling up to the hotel, I remind my son where we were and I promised access later, but for now, he needs to be patient. So I smoothed my dress out afer he removed his hand from my inner thigh, then I touched up my makeup.

As the driver held his hand out for me to take as he helped me out the car, I, again, felt woozy, and immediately grabbed my son, who was getting out behind me. "Mom, what the fuck, you ok?," Curtis curiously asked, me gripping his left arm.

"Yea, I'm ok honey, I just think its my nerves," I reassured him, as I regained my equilibrium and took his hand.

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1:30

We walked in to the hotel, and Wendy was waiting at the front desk area. She had handled everything I needed, secured the hotel room for Marc and me, Curtis' room for himself, and then led me off to the makeshift ready room.

About 1:55, a worker for the hotel, who was helping with the wedding, informed me that it was time. As I got up from the seat I was sitting in, I had the feeling of dizziness for the 3rd time in 3 hours. I, again, regained my bearings, and left the ready room. Waiting for me was my son, Curtis. Honestly, I couldnt believe how dashing he looked, dressed like a very classy young man. I slipped my left hand through his right hand, and when he looked at me, I smiled at him.

"I love you baby," I said, as I had a tear in my eye.

"Thank you for letting me marry Marc. I just don't know how I'm going to be able to juggle two men," I rendered. "Especially you."

The wedding began, and everyone was doing their part. Curtis and I appear and I heard the gasps, and "Oh my goodness, She's beautiful," From amongst the attendees.

While being led down the aisle, I see Marc, standing there with his son, Kyle, as his best man. Wendy was my Maid of Honor, as I'd had no other family.

As soon as we reach the front the Minister announced, "Who gives this woman to marry this man?"

I was waiting for Curtis to say his line but at first he didn't respond. The look he gave Marc, suddenly worried me, but ultimately he looked at the Minister, and replied, "Her son does."

Releasing a small sigh of relief, I saw Marc smile and I went up and we took each others hands. After saying our vows, he slipped the beautiful 2 karat ring on my finger and the Minister officially announced us, "Husband and Wife." Marc leaned in to kiss me and I fainted. Right there, at the altar we were at exchanging our vows.

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"Mom? Mom?," I'd heard my voice and slowly opened my eyes. Standing to the side of me was my son Curtis. Looking around, I noticed I was in a hospital room.

My understanding was I had passed out immediately after being sworn husband and wife. Through all the commotion and mayhem at the ceremony, Curtis raced up the steps to help me, while Marc was leaning down next to me, trying to wake me. 911 was called, paramedics came, and took me away to a hospital nearby.

I guess Curtis and Marc had gotten into an argument as to who would be with me when I came to consciousness again, and that's when I learned, Curtis, in a fit of rage, told Marc of our sordid affair. I hadn't known of this when I woke up, but seeing Curtis, I said, "Baby? whu.. what happened?"

With a worrisome, yet staunch look, Curtis replied, "You fainted after the wedding and they brought you here. You've been here 3 hours."

Upon hearing that, I quizzically asked," Where.. where's Marc?"

He's gone Mom.

I said,"Gone?. Why?"

Just then the nurse came in and said, "Mr. and Mrs. Matthews the tests have come back positive, You're pregnant."

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THANK YOU FOR READING. I WAS THINKING OF DOING A FOLLOW UP, BUT I WANTED THE ENDING TO THIS, MARINATE IN YOUR MINDS. IF YOU WOULD LIKE A FOLLOW UP CHAPTER LET ME KNOW IM YOUR COMMENTS, IF THERE ARE ANY.