That's Disgusting - the Wedding

All characters engaging in sex are over 18.

All constructive criticism will be happily accepted, all grammatical errors will be giddily ignored.

Enjoy and as always, five stars are appreciated, even if you don't read it all the way through... especially if you don't read it all the way through... nudge, nudge, wink, wink... but seriously five stars.

Also, feel free to laugh, cry, jerk, diddle, rub, all of the above, or whatever it is you do while reading this story. Personally, I hope someone is going down on you right now and your laptop or tablet is resting on their head as you read them these words.

Remember, sharing is caring but swallowing is love.

*****

Oh my God, that's disgusting!

My sister Beth's words haunted my dreams... okay, not haunted, more like pervaded. The night before, on our way to Las Vegas, she had screamed those words and had triggered the weirdest family encounter we'd ever faced. Before it was over, I had fucked my grandmother in front of Mom and Beth. My sister had been so turned on she fingered herself until she came so hard she squirted Mom in the face.

Mom was pissed and refused to move the truck until I was sitting in the front seat with her while Beth and Grandma were sitting in the back. Grandma was okay with that as she was asleep before the truck started moving again, saying a fat cock was the best thing for a good night's sleep. I would've been happy to go a few more times, especially since the first time was chaotic and rushed, but Grandma said her cunt would need time to get back into the swing of eating cock again. Mom got pissed when Grandma said once she got back into the rhythm of things that, Grandma's pussy would be available to me anytime I wanted.

I chuckled and wasn't sure if she was serious or not, but if she was, I'd be spearing that dusty old pussy every chance I got. I would've told her that, but I knew Mom was angrier than I'd ever seen her, so I let it alone.

We checked into our hotel at about midnight. Originally, Mom booked a room with two king-size beds, and I was to share a bed with Grandma, but Mom slammed the hammer down on that notion with a quickness. Especially once we got into the rooms and Mom saw they had given us two full-size beds, she fucking lost what little control she had left.

All the anger she hadn't been directed at us was unleashed full force on the night clerk, a young man who looked like he'd just met Jack the Ripper in a dark alley. Through Mom's tirade, I was able to piece together the problem. Mom originally selected a room with two king-size beds, but when the website offered a lowered price, she didn't see that the beds were reduced, too. The clerk explained they were booked solid and he couldn't change the rooms.

He offered to change our room for free at the first opportunity... the day after we checked out. Mom thought he was fucking with her, but he showed us his screen, and sure enough, the place was packed until the day after we left.

Finally, after she vented, Mom calmed down. Not much, but enough that she finally accepted that we had no other options; we had to stay.

Mom tried to configure the sleeping arrangements for almost a half hour so that none of the women were in the same bed as me, but space was limited.

At first, I was offended, then I was royally pissed.

"Hey, you know what... fuck you!" Her head snapped around, and she looked like she couldn't believe what I had just said. "Mom, you're basically accusing me of rape. Me! I've never even gotten close to forcing myself on a woman, and you should fucking know that."

"You just fucked your grandmother," she screamed, "I don't know anything anymore!"

"And you were there; you saw I wasn't the only one in the backseat."

"That's true," Grandma added. "

I'm

the one who started things, and

I'm

the one who told him to pull his cock out so I could suck it."

"Oh my God," Mom said, turning away.

Grandma rolled her eyes. "Liza, I'm tired, and I want to go to sleep. If you don't want Alex sleeping in my bed, I'll take Beth, and he can sleep with you."

With that, the discussion was over for Grandma. As I watched, she took off all her clothes. For a long moment, she let Beth and me stare at her naked body before putting on her nightshirt and climbing into bed. Beth did the same, but in the bathroom instead of in the middle of the room like Grandma. I looked at Mom, but she kept her back to me, so I sighed and shook my head. "Fuck it, I'll sleep in the truck so you can feel safe."

Grandma tried to stop me, but like her, I was too tired to argue anymore. I almost went back inside when I realized how cold it had gotten. I had slept in the back of my truck plenty of times, but unlike the weird heat wave in Austin, Las Vegas was experiencing almost winter-like conditions. When we left home, it was hot enough that I wore my basketball shorts to keep warm, but as I went to the truck, I realized I should've dressed for my destination and not for home. Thankfully, I had a blanket stashed for those nights with a special someone under the stars, so warmth wouldn't be an issue.

I don't know how long I was asleep before someone tapped at the window, but my dreams were about my female relatives. I wasn't surprised to wake up with my shorts and the thin blanket, tented. I can't say the same about Mom.

"My God, Alex, does that thing ever go down?"

"I get hard when the wind blows." We stared at each other. I noticed her eyes kept darting between my eyes and my crotch. "Did you just come out here to complain about my bodily functions?"

She glanced at my shorts again and said, "No. I came out to tell you I'm sorry. I know you're a good boy... I mean, a good man. Lord knows, if anyone knows about your grandmother, it's me. I'm sorry; I know you didn't force her." She took a deep breath and slowly released it. "Come inside."

"You know this will happen again, right?"

She chuckled, "Well, I guess I can't get mad because you're a healthy young man."

I gave her a look, one that questioned her sanity. "Are you alright?"

"Not even close, but like you said, you weren't the one who initiated." I got out and followed her to the door as she said, "Don't get me wrong, I'm still pissed that you didn't stop it, but... well... I was lying in bed, remembering my twenties. I'm not saying that excuses you or Mom, but I can understand how a person can get caught up in the excitement."

"The excitement? You got caught up in it?"

She chuckled again. "How do you think I got you and your sister." She stopped me from speaking and said, "We're definitely not talking about that time in my life, but you're getting a pass this time. Don't let it happen again. I mean, I shouldn't even have to say this, but relatives are not for fucking."

I bit back a laugh and nodded. We went in quietly so as not to wake the other two, and Mom got into bed while I hit the bathroom. When I got out, the lights were off, and Mom was facing away from the bathroom. I wasn't sure what she would allow, but even with the heat on high, the room couldn't have been more than sixty degrees. Still, I got in and turned away. A full-sized bed was not designed for two adults, especially those sleeping back to back.

After ten minutes of uncomfortableness, Mom huffed and whispered, "If we're to get any sleep, you'll need to spoon me."

I rolled over and put my arm around her waist. I quickly removed it. "Sorry."

She reached back and pulled it back. "It's fine. I forget how comforting having a man in bed is, even if it's my son."

I smiled, squeezed her, and fell into a gentle sleep. When I woke up, I was once again hard, but this time I was on my back. Mom was not only using me like a body pillow, but she had a grip on my cock that felt so good. Honestly, I lay there and enjoyed myself for a long couple of minutes, and just as I was about to say something, Grandma cleared her throat.

In a perfect imitation of Mom, Grandma said, "Oh my God, Liza, that's disgusting. Lying in bed jerking your own son off. What would the neighbors think?"

Mom snapped awake, and out of sheer instinct, her hand tightened, and I moaned. In her half-awake state, she took a moment to figure out what she had been holding onto but didn't catch on until she tried pulling it out from under the covers. Before, she hadn't been jerking me, but as she tried to see what was in her hand, she inadvertently began. Another moan slipped from my lips before she realized what she had a hold of, and a gasp of surprise exploded from her.

"Feels good, doesn't it," Grandma said to her daughter with a smirk. "Feels even better when it's pumping in and out of you."

I fully expected Mom to jump away from me, and she did, but not before giving me one final squeeze. And it wasn't so much of a jump as a roll. "Mother, do you have to be so... you so early in the day?"

Grandma snorted. "I think it's funny that you jumped my ass last night for doing the same thing, but now it's no big deal." Grandma winked at me and said, "Well... I guess that's not true, is it?" I chuckled and got out of bed. As I stretched, Grandma slipped her hand into my underwear and mmm'd. "Damn, I love a hard cock in the morning."

"Mom, can you please stop jerking your grandson?"

"Why, you were just jerking him."

"I was asleep, and it was an accident."

Grandma shrugged, and I could see Mom getting mad again. With a sigh, I removed Grandma's hand, and she pouted. "I know, but Mom's trying and I really don't want to go through the rest of the day with her on the verge of raging out."

"Fine, but we'll need to talk later."

I nodded and hit the bathroom.

For the next few hours, we were normal. Mom was on edge, but Grandma was on her best behavior, so Mom calmed a little. Of course, all that went out the window when we met with Aunt Cecilia.

Mom was the eldest of the two, and of course, like Mom, Cecilia looked like a younger version of Grandma. She had been in and out of our lives since we were born, but unlike Mom, she was childless. Mom never said anything, but it was evident that she was jealous of her sister's ability to travel the world. Then Cecilia found a good man who absolutely adored her. All that did nothing but show Mom the life she could've had... if she hadn't had Beth and me.

To be fair, Mom was a great mom, did her best, and even went on to have a good career in real estate, but it wasn't the dream she had for herself. And no matter how great her life was, those words' what if' were deadly, especially when your only companion was loneliness. I loved Mom, but damn, she couldn't keep a man to save her life, and Grandma never let her hear the end of it.

I remember one of the conversations they had.

"Liza," Grandma said when I came into hearing range, "men don't want a woman who's always standoffish."

"I'm not standoffish, Mother; I know my value, and if a man isn't willing to prove himself, he doesn't get the prize."

Grandma would laugh. "It's a pussy, Liza, not a prize. It's meant to eat cock. I'm not saying you need to feed it every cock that comes along, but men aren't going to wait around forever for a woman whose legs are closed all the time. Crack those babies open and show a man why he should stay."

"Haven't you always said they won't buy the cow if the milk is free?"

"Again, I'm not saying to hit a bar and bend over, but if you find a good man and lay him right, you can walk all over him."

After that, it just devolved into Grandma poking at Mom, but Grandma wasn't entirely wrong. Mom did need to loosen up when it came to her relationships. Of course, I had a different view of things when I was younger. You know, the whole 'Don't touch my mommy' bullshit teenagers are universally hated for. Still, as I got older, I realized Mom needed love, too.

To be fair, my change of mind came after I started fucking all the older women in my neighborhood and a few of the older women at college, but still, I came to that realization on my own and started hoping that Mom could find someone. She didn't, hence Grandma's conversation.

Mom didn't know, but Grandma had told me so many stories about Mom at our age. She was sexually free and apparently happy, but after she got pregnant with us and had to stay living with Grandma instead of going off to college with her friends, Grandma said she changed. Mom went from carefree teenager to a toe-the-line girl who thought abstinence was the only way to live.

Grandma thought Mom was swinging too far the other way, but she kept her thoughts to herself, thinking Mom would come back to the fun side. But she didn't, so Grandma kept her fun times outside of the house, at least until we turned eighteen. Of course, we've never seen Grandma doing anything inappropriate, but after Beth and I came of age, we did start seeing her with her dates. Mostly, when they'd pick her up or drop her off, we saw Grandma making out in cars, but nothing more than kissing. I had a feeling that was about to change, especially since Grandma had found a new willing toy to play with... and she didn't even have to leave home to find it.

So, as I stood in the 'Bride's Room' watching my aunt slowly rock in her seat, having what seemed to be a nervous breakdown, I couldn't help but notice Mom's little smile. I caught her eye and raised an eyebrow. She blushed as she put her hand over her mouth. I gave her my own smile, letting her know I understood. I mean, not the having kids way too young, but the jealousy of a sibling part. Yes, I was more successful with the opposite sex, but Beth was definitely the more academically inclined of the pair of us. There was no doubt that she was going places and going to do great things where I was destined for a middle management position but only after working my ass off for a decade or so first.

Everyone knew my fate, but me being me, I searched for something I could be great at, and I found it, but fucking for a living wasn't going to pay the bills, especially since I never charged. So, I understood Mom's feelings concerning siblings.

Of course, at that moment, all of that took a backseat to the problem at hand, namely Aunt Cecilia.

"Cecilia... Cecilia," Grandma kept saying, but her younger daughter kept talking to herself. Grandma looked around. "Does anyone understand what she's saying?" Beth knelt next to her aunt. As she listened, her face grew more and more confused. Finally, Grandma said, "Well, what's she saying?"

"It's weird; she just keeps repeating the same thing. 'It's so small, why's it so small?'" Beth looked around and asked, "I don't get it."

It didn't make sense, at least not to me, but Grandma burst out laughing. I looked at Beth, who shrugged, and then at Mom. Weirdly, her shoulders were bouncing up and down. "Mom?"

That's all she needed, and then she was laughing like Grandma. For nearly five minutes, the older women cackled while Beth and I stared at them, and Cecilia rocked. Finally, Cecilia looked up and screamed, "Stop laughing; it's not funny! I'm going to marry a man who's... Oh God, I can't even say it; it's too horrible to contemplate." She stood. "Maybe I should call it off; there is no way I can live like that." She dropped back into her seat and cried, "But I love him and want to marry him! Mom, what am I going to do?"

"Live like what," I asked as my aunt bawled, "I still don't get what's happening."

Mom gleefully said, "She's talking about Donald's..." She looked toward my crotch.

It still went over my head, but for Beth, she got it immediately. "He's got a small cock!"

That sent Grandma back into hysterics and caused our aunt to begin mumbling again. Slowly, she looked up and said, "We were waiting for marriage, his idea, but last night I couldn't wait any longer, my pussy was aching, and I needed his cock, so I put on my sexiest outfit, and we went out to eat. All night long, I was flirting and rubbing, and I thought he had amazing control. I mean, I could feel a little something poking me, but it wasn't anything I hadn't felt before, so I thought it was the norm." She looked at Grandma and said, "What I thought was a soft dick was his erection."

"So, how'd you find out," Mom asked.

"It was the end of the night, and I invited him up for a nightcap. I'd done it a hundred times before, but he always put the brakes on before we went too far."

"And last night?"

"I told him we were getting married today, and nothing would change that. I said in my mind we were already married and refused to wait any longer to be with the man I loved." She walked to the window and looked out over the Strip. "It took a bit of convincing, but after an hour, I had him vibrating. He was putty in my hands, but I was wanting the steel." She blew her nose and wiped at her eyes. "There I was, on my knees, when I opened his pants. I yanked them down, anxious to see his cock snap out. I even leaned closer, hoping it'd smack me in the face. God, I would've given anything for even the smallest bounce, but it didn't; it just jutted out like a tiny turtle."

"A tiny turtle," I asked. "Come on, it can't be that bad, can it?"

"It's like a roll of nickels," my aunt cried out as she ran into her mother's arms, "He's got a micro-penis."

Mom laughed out loud, causing her sister to wail in response. "Liza, your sister's in pain."

"Not if all he's using is two dollars in change," Mom replied.

I'm sure she wasn't going for the huge laugh she got, but even Beth and I began laughing on that one. Grandma petted her youngest daughter's head and said, "Do you love him?"

"With all my heart."

"Then you need to find a way to live with this one little flaw."

"Little," Cecilia said as she started crying harder.

"I'm so sorry, I meant... well, if you can look past this lit— I mean, his flaw, then you can have a great life."

"I know. Everywhere else in our relationship, Donald's amazing. He tends to my needs like he was trained all his life to make me happy, except in this one area." Cecilia shook her head. "Mom, how can I live a sexually unfulfilling life. I remember the stories you told about Dad, I don't want that."

Grandma thought for a long while as she held her daughter. "Was he at least good at eating pussy?"

She shook her head. "You would think so, especially with his issue, and he's very enthusiastic, but it was like being licked by a dog getting a drink from a bowl. Just lap, lap, lap up my lips. He didn't even open me up. Oh God, I can't even get good head," she moaned.

"Well, that's your fault," Grandma said. When Cecilia looked up, Grandma continued, "Dear, I've always told if you want a man to eat you right, speak up. Not all of them know what they're doing. You can teach him how to get you off with his tongue, but not if you don't say anything."

Cecilia nodded. "Fine, but what am I going to do about his dick? He can't make that bigger, and dammit, I want to be fucked!"

Grandma thought for a moment. "What about toys? I mean, he's got to know, right? You can ask him to wear a strap-on. Who knows, maybe he didn't enjoy himself either."

My aunt actually stopped crying for a moment and looked at her mother as if the older woman were insane. "Mom, are you going to stand there and tell me I don't know how to please a man? I did everything. I sucked him off, I played with his balls, I rode him, he fucked me missionary, he fucked me doggy, we sixty-nined... hell, he even slipped it in my ass, and I barely felt it, but him? He was having the time of his life. It took forever to convince him to do anything, but once he started..." Cecilia shook her head and laughed. "If that damn thing was a bit bigger, I'd swear I had the perfect man, but, Mom, I fell asleep on him twice while he was fucking me. I claimed it felt so good that I passed out, but I was bored. He was throwing the high heat, and I was getting the best sleep of my life."