I never planned on marrying my mom. It just happened, the way forbidden things do when you stop pretending you dont want them. She was forty-six, still the woman who used to tuck me in at night, only now her body had filled out in ways that made my cock twitch every time she bent over. I was twenty-five, old enough to know better, young enough not to care.
We did it in secret. A private little ceremony in the backyard at midnight, just the two of us, a couple of rings we bought online, and vows that sounded more like dirty promises than wedding words. I take you as my wife, Mom, I said, sliding the band onto her finger. Her eyes were glassy. And I take you as my husband, baby, she whispered back, voice shaking.
The second the rings were on, the air changed. She was no longer just Mom. She was my wife. And I was going to fuck my wife.
We barely made it inside. The moment the back door clicked shut she was on me, mouth open, tongue pushing past my teeth like shed been starving for years. Her hands yanked at my belt while I shoved her dress up over her hips. No panties. Shed planned this. My fingers slid straight through slick, hot folds and she moaned into my mouth like a slut whod been waiting too long.
Bedroom, she gasped, but I shook my head. Right here. I spun her around and bent her over the kitchen table. The same table we used to eat dinner at every night. Now I was going to eat her.
I dropped to my knees and buried my face between her cheeks, tongue dragging from her clit up to her tight little asshole. She tasted clean and musky and mine. Her thighs trembled as I licked and sucked, two fingers pumping into her cunt while my tongue worked her ass. She came fast, thighs clamping around my head, juices running down my chin.
I stood, dropped my pants, and lined up. One hard thrust and I was buried to the hilt inside my own mother. My wife. The heat of her was insane, tight and wet and pulsing around me like she was trying to pull me deeper.
Fuck, Mom, I groaned, hips snapping. Your pussy feels so fucking good.
She pushed back against every thrust, voice raw. Harder, baby. Fuck your wife. Fill me up.
I gave it to her. The table creaked under us. Skin slapped skin. I reached around and rubbed her clit in rough circles while I pounded her. She came again, screaming my name, cunt milking my cock. I didnt stop. I kept fucking her through it, chasing my own release.
When I was close I pulled out, spun her around, and lifted her onto the table. Her legs wrapped around my waist as I drove back in. We kissed like animals, teeth and tongues, while I fucked her deep and steady. Her tits bounced with every thrust. I sucked one nipple into my mouth and bit down just enough to make her cry out.
Come inside me, she begged. Breed your wife, son. Give me every drop.
That did it. I slammed in one last time and exploded, pumping thick ropes of cum straight into her womb. She came with me, nails digging into my back, body shaking.
We stayed locked together, breathing hard, cum leaking out around my still-hard cock. She stroked my hair and whispered, Were married now. This is forever.
I smiled against her neck. Then we better do it again.
We moved to the bedroom after that. Slower the second time. I laid her down, spread her legs, and ate my own cum out of her before sliding back inside. We fucked until the sun came up, switching positions, talking filthy the whole time. She called me her husband while I called her my dirty little mommy-wife. Every time I came she begged for more.
By morning we were sore, sticky, and completely addicted to each other. The rings on our fingers caught the light as she curled against my chest.
No one else would ever know. That was fine. We had our own vows now, and they all ended the same way: me inside her, her moaning my name, the two of us locked together in the hottest, most forbidden marriage imaginable.
