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Chapter 3 of Curtis and his mother, Laurie. Previously, we saw Laurie get engaged to her fiance, Marc. Curtis was none to pleased and planned to ruin it because Laurie almost ruined his 18th bday. She more than made up for it. Now they have an “understanding”that “allows” her to marry Marc.

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Chapter 3. The Rehearsal and the night before the wedding.

After the quickie, Curtis and his mother Laurie had prior to leaving for the reception dinner at 5, Laurie and her son cleaned up, so as to look presentable, for the wedding rehearsal festivities.

Laurie, attired in a long beige halter dress, 3″ beige high heels and a glossy pair of suntan pantyhose on her worn out legs, was walking down the stairs so they could leave for the venue. Now Curtis was wearing a nice blue button down shirt, and a pair of black business type pants, with a pair of Armani shoes.

As Laurie descended down the flight of stairs, Curtis, not bothering to hide the tent in his pants, let her know he approved of how she was going to present herself tonight.

“Holy shit, Mom!,” Curtis gasped as the slit of her dress partially opened, showing her nylon clad legs. “I’m glad you’re my mother, you’re fucking fine!”

“I’m happy you like what you see, but don’t get any ideas, Mister. These legs are not opening until we get home from the rehearsal,” Laurie said. Noticing the immense hard on screaming for release, she reiterated, “Are you serious? does that thing EVER go down?”

“Not when it has THAT tunnel to park in,” Curtis winked, pointing at the gusset area of her nylons.

Laurie rolling her eyes said, “Just like a man, thinking with the wrong head.”

As they finally get on the road, Laurie closed her eyes for the thirty minute drive as her son commandeered the Tesla through city streets. Finally reaching the venue, Curtis, seeing Lauries’ eyes closed wakes her, “Mom we’re here.”

Walking in, the wedding party, the minister, Marc, his two adult children and Marc’s 77 yr old mother, Evelyn, looked at the door as the two lovers walked in, Mom holding her sons arm.

“Laurie! there you are. You are right on time,” Evelyn said. “They were just seating us.”

The maitre’d led the wedding party to a table, sat with 12 chairs, to an area in an exclusive part of the restaurant, reserved for big parties. There, everyone began to sit, but Curtis made sure to sit to the left of her, on the backside of the table, while Marc sat to her right.

As the dinner commenced, champagne was being poured to each guest, but Curtis had requested a Coke, no ice. The servers were taking everyones’ orders. The wedding party, talking amongst each other, laughing, enjoying each others company, were slipping in questions about tomorrow’s pending ceremony.

While everyones’ attention was on the other, Curtis decided to see if his mother would “deny” him at the table. With his right hand, he moved it stealthily under the floor length table cover, and found his mothers left leg.

Laurie, in the midst of enjoying herself, and mingling amongst the others guests, suddenly tensed up.

Curtis had taken her dress and slowly parted the opening, caressing her left, nylon clad leg. Laurie, suddenly feeling uneasy, looked left at her son, his eyes looking straight forward. His hand began sliding up her inner thigh, to which Laurie reached over and put her left on top of his, engagement ring and all, adding pressure, to stop any further advancement.

Laurie quickly looked left to right, then looked back at her son with a tense look on her face. “Not here,” She mouthed, as they had a tug of war struggle under the table. “Baby, NO!” she mouthed again, hoping no one else noticed the goings on taking place.

Curtis, understanding the brevity of the situation, gave her a cold stare. Whenever he gave her “the stare” she would usually relent. Well, in that instant, she released her death grip on his hand, and he continued görükle escort his march up and down her inner thigh, as she started caressing his hand in a sensual, yet humiliating manner.

“So Laurie!,” Marc’s older daughter Wendy said, seemingly startling the bride to be. “When are you going to need me at your house, tomorrow, to get you ready for the wedding?” She continued, “I have to do your hair, and help you get dressed.

Laurie, in an almost trance like state, quipped, “Oh ummm I was thinking about 11? If that’s ok with you sweetheart.”

“Perfect! Its settled then, Ill be there by 11,” Wendy agreed.

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The dinner went off without a hitch, aside from Curtis, needing to test his mother, so everyone began to disperse the restaurant and walk down the corridor of the hotel, to the ballroom, where the wedding was set to take place.

Holding Marc’s hand, she released it and said, “You all go ahead, I need to talk to my son, privately for a moment.”

Marc, and everyone continued ahead of them.

“WHAT WERE YOU THINKING, YOUNG MAN!,” Laurie, upset and angry, yelled, barely above a whisper.

“Excuse me?” Curtis, with an icy look, that could shoot daggers, said. “We can just go home right now, if you want, mom; You wont he marrying his sorry ass.”

“Damn it honey!,” An exasperated Laurie, said. “Why are you pushing the parameters of our deal?

Curtis begun laughing, replying, “I could have TOLD you open your legs, at the table since you were fighting me.” Continuing, He said, ” I TOLD YOU, as long as I get to FUCK…. THAT… PUSSY…..;” Emphasizing the last three words, “I wont get in the way of you marrying him, But that also means I have access to your body at all times.”

Laurie stood there in shock, but knowing this was a battle she wasnt going to win, she relented, “Let’s get to the practice honey, they’re waiting.”

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Once arriving at the practice, the minister had his game plan down, having each person performing their particular role in tomorrows wedding. Curtis and Laurie, who were sitting at the back, talking, were called by the reverend.

“Son, Ms. Matthews, I need you both up here now. Its time to practice giving your mom away to the groom,” He said serious toned, as Marc stood st the end of the makeshift aisle.

Curtis and his mother walked up, and just when they started walking down the aisle Curtis spoke into her ear, saying,” Lets hurry up, I want those legs on my shoulders.”

All I could do at that moment, was smile, take my sons arm as he led me down the aisle.

When we were finished with the practice, it was about 7 at this point and everyone gathered around us, expressing how excited they were for the pending nuptials. Noticing the antsiness in Curtis, I cut in saying, “So, look, I’m nervous enough as is. Curtis and I are going home, so I can relax, and control my nerves, for tomorrow.” I followed, “I’m going to bed early and just ask everyone of you, even you, Marc, to allow me time alone.” Looking at Marc, I continued, “My son will know if you try sneaking around trying to get my attention at home, so please. I’ll just see you tomorrow ok?”

Nodding, Marc agreed as did everyone else. Afterward, I took my sons hand, and in nervous haste, we double timed it out of the area. Once outside, all my son said was,”Lets Go.”

Once we got in the car, I about flipped a gasket, when Curtis told me, “unzip me, mom. I want that mouth around my pole.” Doing as I was requested, I went to work on the snake that would soon be making my insides look like a ruinous cavern.

Gluck!Gluck!Gluck!” My head was being held down with my sons’ right hand as he was maneuvering the steering wheel with his left. I was gagging trying to fit almost 9″ down my throat. At a red light, he pulled me off of his peg. I coughed, my eyes were red, mucus was coming out of my nose, gasping for air.

“Fuck bursa eskort mom, your mouth is like a little oven,” He admitted, ready to finish in my mouth.

Desperately trying to not have to finish him off in the car, I told him,” I want it in my womb sweetheart. Get us home.”

After pulling into the driveway and parking, we walk into the house. I had not even put my purse down by the coat rack beside the door, when Curtis pushed me against the door and started pawing at the nylons his rough hands flowed across at the restaurant.

“Curtis! be patient,” I said realizing the anxiousness of him getting between my legs again. “I need to change…. Remember?”

Realizing what he had expected me to change into, a devilish grin appeared on his face, and so he removed his hand from the slit of my dress. “I’ll call for you when I’m ready,” I said sensually with my hands on his waist. “You won’t be disappointed.” Pecking him on the lips, I sauntered upstairs.

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Closing the door behind me, i plopped down at the edge of the bed and put my head in my hands. “Laurie, what are you doing? You’re getting married tomorrow,” I silently said, scolding myself. “You won’t be able to walk tomorrow.”

Understanding my fate, I sighed, kicked of my heels I had worn to dinner and replaced them in my closet. I removed the dress I had worn and what was looking at me on the hanger, gave me shivers, but also a little bit of excitement.

As I slowly removed my wedding gown from the hanger, I put it against my body and turned to the mirror that hung innocently on the wall. It was then, I realized what the night had in store for me. Laying it on my bed, I returned for my 4″ heels, my lace arm length gloves and my veil. One by one, I started to dress for my lover.

20 minutes later, and after doing a check on myself in the mirror making sure I looked perfect, I breathed in and announced, “Here we go.”

Opening the door I slowly began my journey to the landing overlooking my living room. “ClickClack! ClickClack!” My heels, breaking the silence that had hovered over the arena that is my house, traipsed along the hardwood floors.

As I reached the landing and the top of my stairs I took a deep breath, ” Honey? can you please come to the stairs?”

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8:45 PM

THUMP! THUMP! CREAK! CREAK! THUMP! THUMP! UNGH! UNGH!UNGH! UNGH!!

The silence that once permeated the Matthews home had now been replaced by illicit, lust filled, sex.

“Oh Curtis! Baby,Yes!,” I harped, as my lover, my son, was above me, thrusting away as if tomorrow wasn’t going to arrive. Looking up at this young adult, fucking his mother in the missionary position, as we always do, I was mesmerized by the sheer focus on his face, looking out the window sitting above our bed.

“Be… careful… of….. my…. dress…… honey….,” I stammered, not being able to enunciate a full sentence due to the pounding my son was giving to me at the moment. “I… c….cant… ruin it..!!”

Obviously focused on the task at hand, my son just kept focus on one mission, driving his mother through the mattress.

“Fuck yea! Fuck yea!,Fuck yea!,” was all that kept permeating from my lovers mouth. “Oh yes! Oh Yes! Harder baby, oh yes!,” Had followed suit, as the melodic meshing of the incest sexscapades continued its’ rumbling through the house.

“I’m gonna cum Laurie!” my son said, calling me by my first name, knowing that was the LAST thing I ever wanted him to call me by.

“Yes baby! cum in mama! c’mon, oh yes!,” I managed to blurt out as I felt the explosive blasts painting my cervix. 1-2-3-4-5 shots of his spent being deposited in the bride lying under him. Softly, and while my nail clad fingers ran seductively down the sides of his body, I said, “Every drop honey. Give me every last drop.”

All night long Curtis and I indulged one another in the throes of incestuos sex, only bursa escort breaking to pee, if I needed to put on a new pair of pantyhose or if we needed something quick to eat. Otherwise, I just lie underneath Curtis, who did all the work.

He had my gown pushed over my waist, the remainder, draped over the beds edge. My veil, I was suppose to wear for Marc, over my face, as I looked up at this big human, not

being my fiance, through the lace of the garment. My finger nails, painted red, poking out of the lace gloves I was to wear for my soon to be husband. The buttons, at the top of the dress, undone, freeing my large tits (for my petite size) from the confines of the prison that covered them, the 4″closed toed “fuck me pumps”, one lying innocently on the floor beside our bed, the other, dangling by a thread on my toes, thrust after thrust, from my lover, trying to knock it from my foot. And finally the long runs down the inner thigh of the nylons, the same ones developing cum stains saturating the many loads deposited in me, that I wore for him that night from the wear and tear of our bodies continually crashing into each other with the violent, repetitive thrusts given to me by the virile young man I stared at above me.

“Ungh!Ungh!Ungh!, Oh yes! Oh baby yes!,” and a bed, incessantly banging against the wall were the only things heard that fateful night, in my was incest filled home.

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8:15 AM

“Baby!..Please..Pl..pl..please.. no.. more!” I begged Curtis, after almost 12 hours of illicit sex, and fucking. “I…ca..can’t..take..anymore.. sweetheart!”

After cumming in my womb, God knows how many times during the night, I was beyond exhausted. I did manage to convince my son, on one of our breaks, to let me removed my wedding dress, as I was in it for 4 hours, but didnt want it ruined as I started to excessively sweat, from the pummeling I was taking from Curtis’ enormous appendage. He agreed, but everything else had to stay on my body.

“Ahhh! Ahhh!!Ahhh!!,” My 18 yr old son, and lover, kept orating, as the familiar signs started to appear that he was going to cum again.

Slamming into me as hard as he could, my legs struggling to keep hold of my boy, “Here…it…comes…. Mom!!!!,”echoed throughout the room as he finally finished, for the last time in me.

“Yes, Honey, oh yes!!,” I cooed as I felt his semen, splashing one last incestuous time against my ruined insides.

Once his hips finally ceased, his upper body collapsed to the right side of our bed, as we’d been in the center of it all night during his rampage, so as not to crush me, weighing 160 lbs more than myself.

“Holy fuck!,” My son muffled, sweating profusely, as his head lie face first in the pillow. “That was incredible!”

Now, with him mostly off me, but still buried to the hilt in my overly used pussy, quietly, and obviously out of breath, I said, “Honey, I need you to pull out, please.”

With that, I felt his softening pipe, exit my body. “Plop!” Immediately, I felt a shameful recipe of our bodily fluids leave my swollen vaginal area, and saturate quickly in the linens and mattress of our bed under where I lay for most of the night.

Finally able to sit up, I noticed the time. My clock on the nightstand showed 8:40AM. We, maybe slept, a total of 2 hours that night, during our torrid session, Just then Curtis flipped over onto his back, trying to slow his breathing and looking very exhausted as well.

“Fuck mom, have I ever told you how much I love you?,”He said. Obviously, in a snarky manner.

“You reminded me of that quite a bit during the night honey,” I wearily answered.

As I was removing the linens off the bed, Curtis went and took a shower down the hall. I, myself, ended up taking a bath, once I removed and carefully put aside the rest of my bridal wear I would wear later on that day.

As I was sitting in the tub, my cell phone vibrated. It was my soon to he daughter in law, Wendy, alerting me of her arrival at 11.

I sighed, realizing the day had ONLY just begun.

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Ch. 4 is underway and Im not sure if we will end it there, but I would appreciate some feedback on if you would like a continuance of it. Thank you.

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