The New Bride to Be

I inched my way towards the frail sight on the bed. Her bawls and weeping made me hasten my pace with each stride, eventually I found myself gliding over the room to comfort her. She crumpled into my arms, bawling out and crying to the heavens. She screamed fraughtfully, "Why?! What did I do? Why am I always alone?" I tried shushing her and rocking her consolably. I comfortingly said, "It's ok mom. I'm here now."

She bawled into my arms, "Why did he leave me?" She continued to cry, her mascara and eye liner streaming down her face as sobs were wistfully finding their way to my ears. My heart ached as all I could do was coddle the withering form of my mother.

My mother is usually a bright and delightful person, beaming smiles and radiating warmth whenever she enters a room. My heart ached seeing her crumpled form in my arms and sobbing. I grasp her fully, looking her deep in her eyes and comfortingly say, "Mom, you are the best girl I have ever met. Alan is a dumb, emotionless prick. He probably couldn't even find his prick in the tangled weave of his bush." She let a little chuckle from that. I relented on, "Mom, I am beyond words as to why Alan left you at the altar. We'll be alright." I began patting her head as she settled down and started slow sniffles. I continued, "Alan's a dumb prick who picked an 18-year-old dumb blonde from the strip club last week, over an astonishing woman such as yourself, mom." She chuckled between sniffles, "Laying the praise on a little thick don't you think, Derrick?" I patted her head as reassuringly as I can.

"When did you become so mature?"

"Well, mom, after moving out I figured I can't be the brash, precocious brat you raised forever. Working and living on my own as I flew by the seat of my pants had me grow up as the days wore on." I strode over to the hotel room's bar. I poured mom a glass, while I snatched a bottle of whiskey and poured myself a short one.

I gave mom her glass and sat next to her. She looked at the floor abysmally, trying to search the plain hotel's carpet pattern for an answer to today's disaster. I took mom's hand in mine, "Hey mom, you know Alan has always been weird and odd to talk to, right?" She cocked her head at me and gave me a quizzical look.

"Yea, we would be sitting on the couch watching a football game. I would try to talk to him about the game like some of the plays, but the words would fall on deaf ears. Then a few moments later he would chuckle to himself and mumble some nonsensical thing. Some of the cousins were actually surprised you agreed to marrying him. They nicknamed him, 'Uncle Toad'". Hearing that actually got a chortle out of mom and she gave me a playful shove in the shoulder.

"He did not look like a toad! He was...dashing, I think, in his own way."

I threw mom a quizzical look back to her. "Are we talking about the same Alan Perskins? The man was bow legged and stood at best at 5'5" on a good day. Mom, he could eat for the three of us in one sitting!" I was slowly getting more riled up as I thought about that man spending every waking moment with my mother.

"Alan is a two-bit crook, whose sniveling, narrow-behind left you a puddle of a mess here, while his out frolicking with some dumb stripper."

Mom's face became crestfallen as the events of the afternoon crashed back to her. I scooted closer to mom and I let my fingers become interlaced with hers. I wipe away some tears forming on mom's face, I hold her face for a second longer, I see her breath get caught in her chest.

"Derrick, honey...wait...a moment...what we did...that was years ago, I was only helping you relieve yourself...this is crossing..."

I hold mom's chin and I see her beginning to purse her lips and close her eyes. Our lips meet and it's electric. We tighten our grip on each other's hands. She breaks away, pushing me, and turns, suddenly bawling again. "I can't. I'm just dumping this all onto you. I can't do this to you. What are we even doing?" She crumbles onto the bed again, bawling harder than when I first entered.

I take a swig of liquid courage,

diving down and embrace my mother,

"Samantha, Sammy." I lift her head to gaze longingly at her eyes. She looks morosely at me. "We both need this. I've needed you longer than you would believe. You are the woman who enters my dreams at every moment. There isn't a moment's respite I have where I'm not thinking of you." I prop her up and I lay my head on her lap, something that has always made her smile since I was a kid. I begin playfully running my fingers up mom's thigh, she give a diminutively dismissive laugh, "Derrick, stop it! You know how that tickles! This isn't the time for games." She withers on top of my head.

I grab her wrists with one hand and in one fluid motion I'm on top of her on the bed. I wrap my other hand around her waist and I look longingly at my mother. She looks away, a mix of forlorn and shame. I take my gaze down her figure and drink in how she fills in the bridal gown, her voluptuous bust and scrumptious hips fill out every curve.

She bites her bottom lip and turns her eyes to look at me scornfully. She retaliates, "Is this how you want me?"

I let mom's wrists go and I embrace her fully and tightly, "Mom...Samantha...no. I love you." I look up, and I give the most genuine look into her eyes, "I've been in love with you. Please do not get hung up on Alan." I give a little squeeze with my arms. I can see the frost and the hurt melt a little in her eyes.

"I know. I love that about you." She gives me a light peck on the lips and sighs into my chest. The emotions and commotion of the day wiped her because in moments after laying her head on my chest, I heard mom snoring up a storm and I knock out shortly afterward.

I slowly rouse from a little and flitter my eyelids open. I gaze down and luxuriate on my mom appearing like my newly betrothed bride. I scoot my groin a little closer to hers and I grind myself on her. She purrs in her sleep, mumbling, "Mmm, Alan, that feels so good. When did you get so big?" I purse my lips out of disdain. I stop and just rub her back. She purrs some more and then lovingly nuzzles into my neck. I drink in the moment for as long as I can before mom wakes up.

I feel mom's eyes fluttering open and I hear her smack her lips open as though she is testing her mouth. "Oh Derrick! You gave me such a fright! Why..." Then the events of yesterday came crashing down on her again and she just held me tight and squeezed her eyes shut. For a few brief moments I didn't know what to do. "Uh...earth to mom? You ok there?"

"Nope. I'm trying to wish away the past 36 months, especially the past 24 hours."

"Uh-huh."

She blinked her eyes open and stretched herself free from me. "Hey mister! What's that you're packing there?" Then proceeded to poke my member and sneer at me.

I take a scoot back and sneer back at her, "Well where is the bawling and the tears from yesterday?" That got a deep sigh from her.

"I woke up in the middle of the night and I made a sort of peace with what happened. It'll be hard, but I'll get through. I made it through after your dad's accident. Alan's worst traits just came as waves crashing into me." She began to lean in closer and rubbing my chest, "The bulldozer that came crashing in yesterday that showed the silver lining in all of this was this great guy who kept reminding me of some certain things." She started to playfully straighten out my suit and take her gaze to and fro my body. "He was saying all these sweet nothings and," she bit her lip and having me at the edge of every word, "he kept repeating this one phrase..." She finally stared longingly at me. "Hey mister, can you tell me again what you're feeling," with a playfully leading wink.

"Samantha, you're the most beautiful girl I know. From sun-up to sun-down you are the only woman I think about. You make my heart flutter and sing endlessly. You relentlessly drive me up a wall at every waking moment, but I wouldn't want any other woman doing so."

"Uhm...honey, that sounded a little like a proposal..." she started to look bashfully away.

I blinked to a realization. I grabbed her up, slid off her engagement ring, and said, "Samantha Pearsons, I, Derrick Fedrickson-Pearsons, will be here morning, noon, and night, to hold you, love you, fight you, and stand at your side for as long as I live. Will you marry me?"

Mom held a hand to her lips, tears welling in her eyes, and just shook her head enthusiastically. I fumbled the wedding ring Alan gave me to hold out of my jacket pocket and I held mom's hand, "I, Derrick Fedrickson-Pearsons, take you Samantha Pearsons as my wife." Mom and I look at each other, she pressed her body into mine, and she gazed lovingly at her hand into the sunshine. I grab her by the waist and twirled her in the air. She mockingly laughed into the air, "I better not catch you snooping with any other girls!"

I bring her down and press my face into hers, "Who would be sniffing around any other woman, when there is this fine piece of ass waiting for me at home?" I smack her ass and grab a fistful, eliciting a little squeal. She held my hand there, twirled back to look at me whilst biting her lip, then coyly chided, "So...you love me?"

I playfully nodded, "Mhm."

"Show me how much you love me," she said with a devilish look in her eye.

I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her in, our lips lock in and there was a crackle of energy. I throw her against wall. There was a palpable kinetic, frenetic energy in the air. I bite her neck and we begin rabidly humping each other. She kneels in front of me and pulls my zipper down with her mouth. Her mouth kisses the tip of my member, then she looks up and holds my gaze as she begins to suck me all the way down to the base. I feel my toes curl in my dress shoes and my voice left me as a little moan escapes. Mom wraps both arms around my waist, whatever eyeliner and mascara is left on around her eyes starts streaming down. Her nose tickles my abdomen whenever she comes all the way down, she flicks her tongue on the tip of my head. I feel myself get close. I barely have the words escape my mouth, "...mom...imgunnacum..."

It feels like endless ropes of cum start pouring into mom's mouth. She hold me tight as I keep pouring it in. After I finish draining my balls into her mouth, she begins a slow ascension, allowing me another moment to drink her form in again. Her ass curves out of her 30" waist, that raises to her well-toned back which compliments her backless wedding gown. She stares at me sensually and punctuates the moment with swallowing my cum, then smacking her lips with a pointed, "Ah."

We hug sensually. Mom rubs my dick and absentmindedly says, "Too bad you came already", which makes me become hard again.

I toss her up and slam her into the wall again. I press my lips into hers as I grind my loins in. I frantically come down to the other side of her neck and begin marking that side. She roars into my ear, "Yes baby, make me yours." I didn't need to be told twice, I carried mom over to the bed and flipped her on all fours. I ripped off all my clothes and I slid mom's dress up. I peered long and hard as I saw that mom only had a pastie over her pussy. "Mom! You naughty girl," as I slapped her ass.

"Oopsie?"

I peeled the pastie off, then I licked her pussy up and down and twirled her clit with my tongue. She gripped the headboard, "Oooh baby, yes. Alan never did this for me." I licked it from the front to the back. I twisted and stabbed her little starfish a few times which elicited a few oh's and ah's. We lock gazes with each other, we knew what we wanted. I grab my cock, I slide it up and down the length of mom's pussy. I grab mom's hips and I play with her clit as I glide up and down her pussy some more. She screams into the air, "Stop playing with me Derrick and fuck me already!"

I pull her blonde hair back and I slam my dick into her. Every fold of her pussy wraps just the right way onto my dick. I turn her head and we lock lips as the wet thrusts make their way to our ears. I love the feeling of her full ass slamming into my pelvis.

"Take me son! Take me! Yes Derrick! Yes! Like that! Harder!"

I start playing with her clit as we pant into each other's gazes. I longingly look at mom's greens eyes. She pulls me in for a kiss then spurts, "Baby, I'm..."

"Me too!"

I pull out and gush onto her back. Samantha collapses onto the bed and slides out from me. She turns away brattily, I reach out to her shoulder.

"Samantha? What's wrong?"

She crosses her arms and I hear an over-dramatic bratty pout, "I wanted you to finish in me."

I turn her around and strip off the rest of her clothes. We begin to slow down, and our lips found each other once more. Our hands gripped each others hips, then sensually and slowly gyrated upon each other. I run a hand in her hair. I turn her her onto her back, she locks her legs behind me.

"Cum in me this time," she commanded into my reflective green eyes.

I straightened up and playfully saluted, "Yes ma'am!"

She snorted, then grabbed my face and drew me down to her. My dick easily slipped into Samantha's yearning pussy. I felt it easily fill her up. I began working my hips in and out of her. I propped myself up as I started to lap up on one of titties. I twirled and playfully flicked at one of her areolas as I licked and suckled her titty. Moans of ecstasy were filling the room from mom. It was my turn to grab the head board as I started to thurst all the way out to the tip then all the way back in.

I kept thursting as a torrent of cum bursted through. I felt mom stiffen under me as I felt a current run through her as well. My dick flopped out of her as I plopped next to mom. I snuggle mom up close to me in one arm as we were both gasping for air. She reached over, lightly squeezed my quad, and mumbled, "Hey mister, thanks for showing me how much you love me." At that we both eased into a morning nap.

We woke to the last hour of the hotel's complimentary breakfast being served. As we hurried down the hall, we saw some people coming back from breakfast dart their glances towards us, then advance their glances to the floor. We chuckled like school kids to each other in the elevator down.

We played footsy and couldn't stop holding hands at the breakfast table. We went back to hotel room for more fucking. 6 months later we welcomed the world to Samantha, jr.