Marry the Bride and Fuck the Bridal Mother

Marry the Bride and Fuck the Bridal Mother
It is the big day, the day of my wedding, I the groom, marrying my beautiful bride, Bianca in St. Patrick’s Cathedral in the wonderful American city of New York. The weather this morning is beautiful although it was extremely warm.

As I am standing, in a dark men’s suit and silver tie, at the altar near the priest waiting for my gorgeous bride to enter, my attention was caught on Bianca’s mom, the mother of the bride, Diane, entering the church and walking down the aisle and sitting down in a pew.

Although I love Bianca, Diane was a gorgeous early 40s woman. She is so skinny, so attractive-looking, and was dressed sexy and elegant. She is wearing a graceful skirt suit. Even though she was skinny, her breasts were 75D that stuck out under her tight white top that she is wearing under her smooth and silky opened jacket. Her legs looked attractive and shapely thin from under her silky knee-length skirt and were shining from the bright church lights.

I knew Diane very well after I first met Bianca. Diane was proud of her daughter to marry a handsome man like myself, as Diane had a miserable time before when her husband died from a heart attack, but when Diane met me, she thought I would be her new man in her life. Diane glanced at me and smiled and I grinned back.

Suddenly the ceremony begins: Bianca appears and walking down the aisle. She looked beautiful but she was hot and busty with the bare outline of her enormous breasts appeared on the v-neck front of her wedding dress!

After the ceremony was over in the church, I was proud that me and Bianca are now a married couple. When we arrived at the Plaza Hotel for the function, my eyes were focused on Diane as she massaging her fingertips on her nipples visible on her top. My penis begins to expand and harden inside my trousers.

I quickly got up from my seat and tapped my glass of champagne with a spoon. I announced to the guests: “Guests, family members and friends, I would like to appreciate your attendance at this beautiful wedding today on behalf of the marriage of myself and Bianca my lovely bride. When I first met Bianca, she looked the same as her mother, Diane, and Diane has raised a lovely daughter.” Diane smiles in delight and raises her glass of red wine. After the function, the wedding dance was on next. Bianca and I started it off first.
Later on, Diane approached me and said kindly: “Terry, I want you up in my hotel room right now for, you know what we want…” I was hesitant to accept it. I asked anxiously: “What about Bianca?” Diane then said: “I’ll talk to her.”

Diane went over to her daughter Bianca.