What Mom Knows Fucks Her in White

What Mom Knows Fucks Her in White

Summary: Three weddings in Vegas and some very submissive brides.

Note 1: Thanks to MAB7991 and goamz86 for editing this chapter.

Note 2: This is part six of a continuing incest series (although it is much more complex than simply an incest story). I highly recommend you read the first five parts as the layered subplots may be confusing without the background information…but here is a very brief primer of the series so far:

In WHAT MOM DOESN’T KNOW WILL FUCK HER 18-year-old Curtis goes to a Halloween party dressed in a costume designed for his absent father and ends up fucking his beautiful mother.

In WHAT MOM KNOWS FUCKS HER AGAIN Curtis ends up in an amazing threesome with his mother and his fantasy girl the semi-celebrity weather girl Miranda Collington.

In WHAT MOM KNOWS FUCKS HER ASS Curtis begins dating the much older, but sexually exotic Miranda while also continuing to fuck his Mother; and as the title suggests Curtis gets his mother’s ass during a legendary evening where he fulfills the Tri-fecta coming in his Mother’s mouth, pussy and ass.

In WHAT MOM KNOWS FUCKS HER IN THE AIR Curtis joins the Mile High Club during an epic first class flight to Vegas with both his Mom, his celebrity girlfriend Miranda, Mom’s friend and ex-Mistress Ellie and a very submissive stewardess.

In WHAT MOM KNOWS FUCKS HER IN VEGAS Curtis must try desperately to stop Mom’s ex-Mistress Ellie from reclaiming his submissive mother; Curtis and his mom have a heart to heart; Curtis, Miranda, Ellie and his mom end up in a hot five-some in a church with the bride minutes before the wedding; Curtis and Miranda make a BIG decision.

And a reminder of the last few lines from chapter 5:
“Miranda Collington, will you marry me?” Curtis asked.

“Yes,” she smiled and I stood back up and kissed her with a mixture of tenderness and passion.

When the kiss finally broke, Miranda said, “So we need to really hurry if we are going to get married today.”

“Today?” I repeated, surprised by her words.

“Well, while in Rome,” she shrugged, leading me to a taxi. “But first, I need a dress.”


What Mom Knows Fucks Her in White

Twenty minutes later, we were at a bridal shop and Miranda was trying on wedding dresses. I couldn’t believe that I was about to get married…to the woman of my dreams. The reality is it was absurd, but the past few weeks had been absurd, beautifully absurd and I was the luckiest man on the planet.

On the drive over to the bridal shop, I texted Mom:
What are you doing right now? I have big news.

My phone rang a minute later, but it was Ellie. “This better be good, my new slut is just about to start her training.”

“Don’t you mean our slut?” I countered.

“Semantics,” she replied flippantly, “What is this big news?”

“Miranda and I are getting married today,” I answered.

“Excuse me?” She asked, my news actually surprising her.

“In an hour at A Little White Wedding Chapel,” I added.

“You’re serious?” She asked.

“Very much so,” I admitted, just as Miranda came out of the changing room dressed in white.

“Can we get a buy one, get one free wedding deal?” Ellie asked.

I didn’t answer as I was completely mesmerized by my beautiful bride-to-be. Miranda stopped, posed and twirled.

“Hello?” Ellie said.

“Oh sorry, I’m just looking at Miranda in a wedding dress,” I replied, still unable to take my eyes off her.

“Where are you?” She asked.

I gave her the address and she said, “We just drove past there. We will be there in five, don’t leave.”

“Sounds good,” I said, not really listening as I hung up and moved towards Miranda who somehow looked even more beautiful in all white.

“So how do I look?” She asked.

“Radiant,” I answered, the only word that remotely did her justice.

“I bet you say that to all the older women you decide to marry,” she smiled.

“I suppose that is true,” I quipped back, my cock already hard just looking at her.

“You sure you want to do this?” She smiled, looking beautiful and insecure just like Julia Roberts in that Notting Hill movie she had made me watch a couple of weeks ago.

“I’ve never wanted anything more in life,” I said.

“Not even when you banged your mom?” She questioned, eyebrow raised.

“Which time?” I asked, avoiding answering the question.

“Slut,” she teased.

“I prefer stud,” I countered.

“So stud was that your mom you were talking to?” She asked.

“Ellie,” I corrected.

“And?”

“They are on their way here as we speak,” I said.

“To stop us?” She asked.

“I think to buy a wedding dress themselves,” I said, realizing what Ellie said way after the fact.

“Really?”

“I think so. I wasn’t really listening after I got distracted,” I smiled.

“By what?” She asked, her hand going to my crotch.

“Some super hot bride-to-be,” I replied casually.

“Already straying,” she teased.

“I’ll never stray,” I said sincerely, before adding, “Without you being a part of it.”

“Oh you know just what to say to a gal,” she laughed.

“I love you, Miranda,” I said, wanting to make sure through all our playful banter she knew without a doubt what she meant to me.

“I love you too, Curtis,” Miranda replied. She leaned in and kissed me before adding, our brief moment of sweetness short lived as usual, “Do you want one more fuck before you have a ball and chain?” She teased.

“I hope you mean those in the kinky sense,” I playfully replied.

“You are so naughty,” she smiled, grabbing my hand and leading me into the changing room.

“Here?” I asked, a few other women meandering in the store.

“Ever fucked a bride-to-be in a bridal shop?” She asked, taking the dress off.

“Bride-to-be, yes; bride-to-be in a bridal shop, no,” I said, looking at her perfect body now in only white thigh high stockings.

“Well we better change that,” she smiled, lowering herself to her knees and fishing out my cock.

Miranda barely had my cock in her mouth when I heard Ellie’s voice.

“Stop having sex in the changing room and get out here,” Ellie yelled loud enough for other patrons to hear.

Miranda allowed my cock to slip out of her mouth, “Rain check?”

“Indeed,” I smiled, as I put my cock away and Miranda stood up.

After a quick kiss, I left the room and saw Mom and Ellie looking at wedding dresses.

Mom, seeing me, smiled tentatively, “I hear you’re getting married.”

“Crazy, isn’t it?” I said, the sudden reality of our impulse decision hitting me completely.

“A little,” she smiled, glancing over to Ellie.

“You okay with it?” I asked, wanting her approval.

“Of course,” she smiled warmly, “You and Miranda are so perfect for each other. I believe, if I recall, I was the one to set you two up.”

“That’s true, isn’t it,” I laughed, the irony that my wife-to-be used to be my mom’s lesbian submissive.

Even with our age difference?” I asked.

“Age is just a number, baby, it is what you feel here that matters,” my guru mother of love explained, touching my heart. After a moment, she slyly squeezed my cock and added, “Of course, how you feel here also is pretty important.”

“Oh mom,” I laughed.

“Now help me pick a dress,” Mom said.

“For what?” I asked.

“We are going to get married too,” Ellie said interrupting our brief mother and son moment.

“Isn’t that illegal in Nevada?” I asked.

“It won’t be real, just a symbol of your slut mother’s unconditional loyalty to me,” Ellie explained, before adding, “Since she is still married to your father.”

“Oh,” was all I could muster. Suddenly feeling guilty, which was ironic since I had been fucking mom behind dad’s back for a while, I asked, “What about dad?”

Mom looked guilty, but answered, “I just don’t love him anymore.”

“Because you love me,” Ellie added.

“Yes, Mistress, I love you,” Mom admitted, her cheeks going red.

“And you are my slut,” Ellie continued.

“I’m both of your sluts,” Mom corrected.

I added, “Remember Ellie, you and mom can have a relationship. But I am still the one in charge.”

Ellie glared at me, but didn’t say anything.

Deciding to push my luck, I ordered, “Tell me who your master is, slut Ellie.”

Her glare would have rattled most men, yet after having her submit to me in the church I felt confident I had her under my thumb. Her glare turned to mom who said, “Mistress Ellie, my son, and I are a package deal, remember?”

Her teeth clenched, steam ready to come out of her ears, Ellie answered, “You are.”

“I am what, slave Ellie?” I continued wanting to hear her say it.

“My master,” she admitted, even though I knew mom was going to pay for Ellie’s humiliation, I pushed even further.

“And your mouth, cunt and ass are mine to use as I please,” I clarified.

Ellie stared at mom again, but mom again supported me and said, “Ellie, you are my mistress, but Curtis is my master and your master too if you want me.”

“So I have to submit to your son and obey all his bullshit orders to keep you?” Ellie asked clearly pissed.

“Without hesitation,” Mom said, strangely seeming to enjoy her brief moment of power over Ellie.

“And in return?” Ellie asked.

“I divorce my husband, move in with you and become your obedient lover,” Mom answered. After a brief moment, she added, her tone so vulnerable and sincere, “I love you Ellie, I always have, but I love Curtis as well. I need you both.”

This seemed to soften Ellie’s firm resolve, “Fine.”

“Fine, what?” I asked, knowing that although I wasn’t really a dominant personality, I needed to be to overpower Ellie’s strong persona.

“Fine, my holes are yours,” she said, crudely.

“Don’t pretend you didn’t love my cock fucking you, Ellie, your body betrayed you,” I smugly said.

“How about this one?” Mom asked, clearly trying to change the topic.

“Go try it on,” Ellie ordered, getting back to her dominant persona.

“Yes, Mistress,” Mom obeyed.

The next few minutes all three women tried on wedding dresses and I was in white stockings and dress heaven.

On the way to the church twenty-five minutes later, Ellie demanded we pull over at a sex shop where she ran in quickly and returned with a bag. Her devious smile had me curious but I didn’t ask assuming I would soon find out.

Half an hour later, Miranda and I were married. I can’t explain how great it felt to say those simple words, “I do.” Her smile, the twinkle in her eye and the warmth that spread over me when she said those same two words were indescribable. Although I was eighteen and had just married a woman twice my age, nothing ever felt so right in my life.

Ellie had to really work to convince the minister to fake marry them as it was very unorthodox, yet Ellie usually got her way, and this was another example of that. The church was closed for the next two hours and only the four of us, the minister and a pretty, but chubby, twenty year old girl who was videotaping our weddings for prosperity.

The lesbian ceremony was unique, hot and twisted as somehow they had time to make up their own vows which were both unique and hot as hell.

Mom said:
I, Alexis the submissive, take you, Mistress Ellie, to be my wedded wife, owner and Mistress.