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Date: Wed, 12 Jul 2023 18:10:07 -0700
From: Hey All <heyallstories@gmail.com>
Subject: Wedding Mother (bisexual, incest)

"Wedding Planner, Mom's Pussy" by HeyAll

The following story contains m/f/f incest.


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***


Being a wedding planner is always hectic, but managing her son's wedding
sent Olivia into an absolute frenzy. With two cups of coffee fueling her,
she navigated the morning hours with high-strung alertness. From
coordinating photographers to giving last-minute instructions to the DJ
and conducting final inspections with the catering, she left no detail
unchecked.


Being the mother and the wedding planner was double duty.


It's what she lived for; her son and her career.


With a warm smile, Olivia welcomed her future in-laws as they arrived.
The respectable middle-aged Indian couple exuded elegance, the wife
adorned in a beautiful traditional saree and jewelry. Despite some
language barriers, they made small talk and reminisced as parents would
on a wedding day.


When other guests arrived, the father of the bride politely excused
himself to greet other family members, while the wife stayed behind for a
moment.


"Life moves so fast," Sarita said with a darling accent.  "My
beautiful daughter and your handsome son. I'm so excited."


Olivia felt her heart warm.  "I know how you feel. They've always been
a cute couple.  Can you believe how lucky we are?"


"Sometimes the universe has a funny way of working out."


"Exactly," Olivia replied.  "Speaking of which, I saw Joytika a few
moments ago. She looks like she could be a Bollywood movie star."


Sarita laughed.  "I like her current job as a biologist better.  Nice
and safe. Also, I'm glad we have a moment alone.  Can I ask a favor?"


"Sure, anything."


Sarita stepped closer.  "My husband is incredibly old fashioned and
wanted to speak with your son, but I said I'll do the talking. You'll
have to forgive my husband. He's extremely traditional and clings to the
old ways of India."


"Oh?  What did he want to speak with my son about?"


"My husband is strict about the wedding night," Sarita said.  "He's
adamant that your son Nick be a man and take charge. You must be aware of
what I'm hinting at."


Olivia nodded.  "Believe me, I heard the same things growing up."


"My deepest apologies for this topic.  If I didn't say something, my
husband was going to.  Fathers in India, much like America, are very
protective of their daughters.  My husband wants to make sure that our
daughter becomes a woman in the proper way.  Nothing short of that."


Olivia understood the gravity of what this conversation was about.
Nothing was figurative. This conversation was literally about sex and the
virginities of their adult offspring.  It was the last thing she expected
to talk about that morning and it almost threw her off her game.  But as
a mother and a wedding planner, Olivia straightened up and kept composed.


"I'll pass the message along," Olivia said.  "I'll speak to my son
about it soon."


"Please do. My husband is... shall we say... very anxious about tonight.
He doesn't want to hear that the wedding night was a disaster."

By coincidence, the husband returned and called the wife to greet more of
their arriving relatives.  Sarita graciously excused herself.


There was a new mission.  Olivia's mom-side was more domineering than
her career-driven side.  She had to make sure that tonight was a success,
or risk the wrath of a disappointed father-in-law.  More importantly, she
didn't want her son to look like a wimp to their extended family.


She knew how much her son loved Joytika.  And she knew how much Joytika
loved her son.


Tonight had to be magical.  Her duty as a mother depended on it.


***


After checking in with catering and the photographers, Olivia was able to
carve a moment out of her busy schedule to hunt down her son.  The
wedding was set to begin in a few hours, which was prime time.  Sure,
this conversation could have waited, but she was neurotic about certain
things, and her son's status was one of them.


After texting a bit, she found that her son was upstairs in his private
suite, getting ready and hanging out with friends.  So she took the
elevator up to her son's location, thinking to herself about how she'd
approach this. She still didn't have a plan.


Making matters more complex (in a good way) was that she was 90% certain
that her son was still a virgin, per their Christian beliefs.  It was
something that made her proud as a mother and now it was time for the
endgame.


She had a keycard to her son's room and she let herself in.  Several of
her son's friends were there, who all greeted her nicely, and she
greeted them back.  This wasn't a place to talk about sex. Especially
since many of these young men were Nick's friends from church.


"Hey mom," Nick said, looking fresh in a new suit.  "We're already
prepared if that's what you're worried about."


"I'm glad to see it, but there's something else I want to discuss with
you.  We'll need a quick chat in private."

"Sure," he said.  "We can use the bedroom."


"Actually, let's use the honeymoon suite.  It'll be super quick. I
promise."


She held Nick by the wrist and pulled him out of the suite before he
could react.  Marching her son down the hall, she took him to the
honeymoon suite.  She swiped the keycard and they entered the room which
was supposed to be for Nick and his beautiful bride.


There were roses on the bed and candles waiting to be lit.  The
atmosphere was designed to be a romantic night for the bride and groom to
lose their virginities together.


There was also a silk robe laying on the couch, along with hotel slippers
on the floor.  Joytika must have been in here for a visit, Olivia
thought, as the bride was the only other person who had the keycard to
this room.


Her eyes shifted to the clock.  Striking a balance between being a good
mother and a punctual wedding planner was tougher than it seemed.  She
forged ahead with her maternal duty.


"I'll get straight to the point," Olivia said.  "I spoke with
Joytika's parents earlier."


"Yes, is everything okay?" he asked.


"You're not in trouble.  Actually, this might be an enlightening topic
for you.  Who knows, you might even thank me."


"I think I know what this is about," Nick said.


Olivia lifted an eyebrow.   "You do?"


"Does it have to do with Joytika's father?  As in, you know, that
thing..."


"Ah, so you've had that chat with them."


"No way. Joytika told me about certain expectations they have.  I think
it's kind of interesting in a way."


"Of course you do.  You'll no longer be my virgin son. Soon you'll be
experienced with lady parts and the joys of passion."


"Well, that too."


Olivia paused with great hesitation.  "I'm curious, how comfortable are
you with intimacy?"


She noticed a sudden shift in her son's body language.  The playfulness
was gone. Things were getting serious and this was becoming more awkward
than she had expected.

Nick shrugged.  "I don't know. Normal, I guess."


"Apparently your relationship with your new father-in-law depends on
this.  Have you done anything with Joytika yet?"


"Well, we've obviously kissed before," he said.  "We've touched each
other over our clothes. That's about it."


She rubbed her hand across her son's cheek, signaling that it would be
okay for them to talk more about this, that this was a private and honest
conversation.  It worked and her son was put at ease.  A mother's touch
always works.


"Anything else?" she asked.


"That's all.  Promise. We're waiting until marriage to do more."

Olivia wondered how much of that was true.  Smiling at her son, she
couldn't help but think about his late father; he too had a soft
demeanor, that was until the bedroom door closed. She wondered if her son
had inherited those same sexual tendencies.


"That's a fine start," she said.  "I'm sure that once you two get
some practice and communicate openly and honestly with each other,
you'll find a rhythm that works."


"I hope so."

There was a timid smile on Nick's face.  Olivia had seen it a thousand
times while he was growing up.  She knew her son had a question, but was
too embarrassed to ask.


"Come on, let it out," she said.  "I know you've got something you
want to ask."


"Alright, but only because you're asking.  I'm nervous to pull
Joytika's panties down."

"Oh?"


He blushed.  "Hey, you asked."

"That's true.  So what are you afraid of?  Anything in particular?"


"Well, you know, we've talked about it.  Joytika hinted that it's
scary for a lot of women.  I told you, we've never done anything before.
I can understand if she's shy with her vagina."


Her son's innocence was endearing, though Olivia wondered if she had
done too much raising her son, that she had taken away her son's
masculine qualities.  Despite her momentary concern, Olivia couldn't help
but feel a sense of excitement at the prospect of educating her son on
these matters.  It was life coming full circle.  And it made her tingle
down there.

"First of all," Olivia said.  "We're not in church. You don't have
to call it a vagina.  Call it a pussy."

Nick smiled, feeling liberated.  "Fine, her pussy."

"Good.  Second, a woman's pussy is your best friend if you treat it
right.  That's what Joytika is expecting tonight. And apparently, so are
her parents."

She pondered a moment, trying to take a professional approach to this,
despite her unintentional arousal at the situation.   In a split second,
she found the perfect solution.  It may have been the result of her
accidental horniness, but it seemed like the best idea in the context of
their dilemma.


After taking a quick breath, she lifted the hem of her knee-length dress
and flashed her white panties to her son.  Nick gasped and his jaw
dropped.

"Let's practice a bit," she said.

He gulped.  "Are you sure?"


"Relax, it's just a crash course and we're short on time.  Imagine how
Joytika would feel if she saw you frozen like this.  Women like confident
and assertive men. The way you're acting will make your beautiful bride
turn dry."


Wanting to get the job done and throwing caution to the wind, she threw
an arm around her son's neck and pulled him near.  Their lips almost
touched. Nick knew what was coming.


"Okay, you're right," he said.


"Now, I'm going to kiss you.  If done correctly, it'll make a woman's
pussy wet.  The kiss must be passionate, so open your mouth slightly,
then as we kiss, you need to slip your fingers beneath my panties.  Hook
your thumbs inside and pull my panties down. Make it feel sexy. Let's
try it."


She pulled her son again, this time pressing her lips against Nick's for
a light touch which made both of them tingle. Then she pressed her lips
harder against her son's and she felt Nick's mouth open and she slipped
her tongue inside.  She probed, waiting for his response, then their
tongues danced upon coming into a wet contact.


As much as she tried to convince herself that this was her parental duty,
she couldn't deny that her pussy was clenching and aching with desire.
This was a sexual act and she was certain her son was feeling the same
thing.


While making out with her son, she felt Nick's fingers do exactly as
instructed by hooking inside her panties, and as if by magic, she felt
her panties glide down her thighs, falling to her ankles.


She stepped back and looked her son in the eyes, pulling her dress down
so her pussy would be covered.  Their lips were still wet with saliva and
their minds were still in a sensual daze.


"There, you did so good," she said.


At first, Olivia saw how pleased her son was over his achievement of
successfully making out with mom and sliding those panties down.  But
then she noticed a slight concern on her son's face, or maybe it was
something else?


"There's one other problem," Nick said.  "I have no idea how to
please a woman."


She raised an eyebrow.  "You've never watched porn?"


"No way.  Of course not."


That part was definitely a fib.  Olivia could read her son's expressions
and she's aware of how young men are, even religious young men in the
modern era. But after a lifetime of giving her honesty, she could let
this little fib slide on her son's wedding day.


It was clear what Nick wanted.  He wanted to see or play with mom's
pussy.  Olivia could almost feel her son breathing heavier.  She was
breathing the same way. Her pussy was wetter. Was her son semi-erect?
She wondered.  She should have just given a verbal explanation, but this
was her son's special day. And for the sake of keeping Joytika's
parents happy, why not take the extra step?  There's only one wedding
night and it must be special.

Kicking away the panties puddled at her feet, she stepped back and sat on
the neatly made bed.  She reached down to remove her heels, placing her
bare feet on the floor and letting her toes dig into the carpet. This was
something that had to be done right.


She sat upright with her legs spread, then she pulled the hem of her
dress all the way, revealing the glistening lips of her labia.  Using the
tip of her index finger, she slid along the slit and clitoris of her sex.


"This is what your mother's pussy looks like," she said.  "What else
would you like? A tutorial? Would that help you with Joytika tonight?"

It was a rhetorical question, and in a way, she was calling her son's
bluff.  What mattered most was giving Nick a first look at a woman's
pussy to avoid typical nerves on a wedding night.  Surely her son would
only desire Joytika's pussy and not that of a mother.  Her plan
backfired.


"Do you mind if I look closer?" he asked.


"Is that necessary?"

"Yeah, I think so.  I've never seen it so close."


"This is your only chance, okay?  Get on your knees and I'll explain
everything to you."


"Yes, mom."


Being called `mom' in a moment like this felt extremely inappropriate,
but it's all part of the education.  She wondered if this was how it was
done hundreds of years  ago.  She wondered if her son would see the
pulsing inside of her pussy, or notice her sex becoming wetter by the
second.


"This is a woman's pussy," Olivia said.  "Unlike the depiction in
porn, the average woman needs to be treated with care.  Since your bride
is a virgin, the level of care that you'll need must be a 10 out of 10.
It must be special. Something she'll always remember and cherish for the
rest of her life."


She watched her son's gawking expression.  As expected, Nick couldn't
peel his eyes away. This was mesmerizing to him.  From that point, Olivia
explained how a woman becomes wet from arousal and gentle touching.  She
also explained how kissing and fondling of breasts and nipples helps get
a woman ready to accept a man's penis for sexual intercourse.


Throughout the explicit pussy demonstration, she couldn't shake the
feeling that her son was far more aware than leading on. It was like he
had already ventured into the depths of knowledge on this subject, which
made her feel like a complete fool, giving her son a free close up at her
pussy.


She played along with her son's interest, spreading her lips wide,
letting her son peek inside of her dripping cunt.  She even stroked her
labia and poked at her clitoris for Nick's viewing pleasure.  At first,
her descriptions were quite clinical, but then Olivia just couldn't help
herself.  It was almost like she was being possessed by forces
not-condoned by her religion.


"Go ahead, touch it," she said.  "Slide your fingers inside my silky
folds, massage my clitoris, tease me."

Olivia tried to rationalize what was happening, but soon she was arching
her back as she moaned to Nick's touch.  She could hardly bring herself
to look at her son playing with her pussy. It felt sick and depraved, yet
so natural.


She gave little suggestions here and there, but her son was so adept at
pussy-play that Olivia realized she was likely conned for thinking her
son was an entry-level pussy novice.  All this time, had Nick and Joytika
been doing more than just touching and kissing? She wondered.


Her orgasm neared and she wondered if she should stop this.  Cumming on
her son's fingers? Unthinkable. But the idea seemed so irresistible at
the same time.  It was when she looked down and saw the bulge in her
son's pants that her mind went to deep waters.


"It's okay to undo your pants," she said.  "This will be your last
lesson so you'll feel comfortable exposing yourself to Joytika, since
you've never gone this far before."


Nick looked surprised, with his fingers still on her pussy.


"Are you sure?" he asked.  "Would that be too weird for you?"


"It'll absolutely be weird.  But I want you to have a base level of
experience."

He blushed.  "I'm kind of... umm... aroused down there."


"That's the point.  You should be at ease showing your erection to a
woman, otherwise your nerves will make you turn flaccid."


He moved his hands to his belt buckle.  "It makes sense."


Olivia watched her son undo the belt, pulling that zipper down, and
freeing a semi-erect dick, which immediately turned hard upon exposure.
Her eyes marveled at the forbidden.  An adult penis of a son is something
a mother shouldn't be seeing.


"It's very nice looking," she said.  "You're a healthy young male
and Joytika will be thrilled, assuming she's never seen it before."

Her last line was a tease, gauging if her son had more experience than
letting on.  She watched closely for any hint of a reaction, a subtle
smirk or a flicker in his eyes that would give away his hidden
understanding. Deep down, she wanted to unravel the mystery of why Nick
wanted to do more with his mother.


"I swear I'm a virgin," he insisted.  "She's never seen me, and
I've never seen her."


Those words made Olivia fill with pride.  Whether it was true or not, she
wanted to give her son an extra treat.  Maybe she deserved a treat, too?
She had given her son the gift of virginity on a wedding night, and maybe
she was entitled to a part of that.


She beckoned him closer and slid her hand loosely around the erection,
which instantly responded.  The skin was so soft and silky smooth, yet
the muscle ached so bad. Rubbing her fingers around it, she could feel an
abundance of precum at the tip.  They both moaned.


She used her other hand and held her son's balls and caressed them.


"I'm a little concerned," she said.  "Your testicles feel heavy and
you might cum too quickly.  You feel... pent up."


"Oh?  What should we do?"


"Maybe you should have some experience feeling your penis inside of a
woman.  If you're too nervous, you'll become soft for Joytika. Too
excited, and you'll cum too quickly.  Either way, Joytika won't enjoy
it."


His face tensed.  "I'm assuming you're talking about experience with
your vagina... I mean, pussy."


"Yes, my pussy.  Go ahead. Give it a try.  Just the tip, okay?"


"Okay mom, just the tip."


She was anxious and the pretense was still mostly about education.  She
laid down and her hair splayed across the bed. She opened her legs wide
and trusted that her son would do the right things, if not she'd have to
teach him.


It was unusual seeing her son positioning himself on top of her with
curious and lustful eyes, but Olivia was a woman on a mission.  She had
come this far and it was time for her son to become a man.  As much as
she wanted to, she couldn't look.  It was far too awkward. But her pussy
knew what it wanted.


She and Nick worked together with busy hands to guide the tip of that
throbbing dick into her needy pussy.  It slid right in because of how wet
she was and how open she was spread.  Inch by inch the dick penetrated
her pussy, which was more length than they'd agreed, and she felt Nick
pause at the wonderful feeling.


"This is important," she said.  "Most women want a man to take
control. Show Joytika that you're in charge.  Sometimes it can be a slow
process. You'll have to give it enough time. Use your instincts when
dealing with a pussy.  Then when a woman shows you the right body
signals, that's when you need to be more assertive."

"I can read your signals," he said.


Olivia knew what her son was talking about.  Her breathing was rapid and
her body squirmed from the deep penetration.  Having her son inside made
her pussy clench, along with secreting more of her flavorful nectar,
which she was certain Nick could feel around his cock.


"What does my pussy tell you?" she asked.

"You seem horny.  Really horny."

She bit her lower lip.  "Then fuck me."


No more instructions were needed.  Grabbing her hips with those
surprisingly strong and confident hands, Nick held tight and began
fucking her with that massive hard-on.  Her middle-aged pussy was being
pummeled into submission, getting her cunt fucked like she was a wanton,
sex starved animal.


God it felt good.  It was incredible. Everything from her son's length,
his passion, to his hardness was overwhelming.  This was her son. That's
what made it so irresistible and deliciously naughty.  Sweating and
moaning, pumping and grinding, her young son must have watched so much
porn in order to be able to fuck like this.


Then suddenly, she felt it...


"Oh no," she said.  "You're going to make me orgasm. This isn't
right."


"I'm going to cum, too. Can I... can I... oh God... can I cum inside your
pussy, mom?"

"We can't leave a stain," she moaned.  "Do it. We'll cum together."


She latched her ankles around her son's lower back and their bodies
rocked in unison.  They came at the same time, her squirt mixed with his
orgasm. They crossed an unholy line which neither of them could stop
because of how addictive the feeling was.  Their bodies intertwined while
dressed for a wedding, naked only from the waist down.


After a few moments, Olivia's previously clean pussy had transformed
into a pool for Nick's hot cum, while also holding his flaccid penis.
And there was certainly a lot of cum inside her pussy from what she could
feel in the depth of her canal.


She watched her son's gawking expression.  As expected, Nick couldn't
peel his eyes away from her face or body. His first time fucking a woman,
his mother of all people.  This was mesmerizing to him.


"You liked that," she said.


He struggled for words.  "I'm a new man."


"No.  I've made you a man for the very first time.  Congratulations,
you lost your virginity to your mother."


Suddenly, they heard a noise from the closet.  They were both startled
and Nick rolled off his mother, his cock plopping out and dangling with
fluids dripping from the tip.  They sat on the edge of the bed, side by
side, covering their private parts while looking at the closet.


"Hello?" Olivia asked.  "Is anyone in there?"


The closet door opened in a slow and cautious manner.  Wet fingers were
pushing the door from inside.


There was Joytika, blushing so very hard while stepping out of the
closet.  The bride-to-be stood in nothing but a matching set of a white
bra and panties, with stockings and a garter belt to match.  Her hair and
makeup were done fittingly for a big wedding. With those wet fingers, it
had become clear what she was doing.


"Sorry," Joytika said with rosy cheeks, barely able to step out of the
closet.


"Did you... hear..." Olivia's voice trailed off.  "Or see..."


"I wanted to examine this room," the bride said with a trembling
voice.  "When I heard you two coming in, I didn't know how to react, so
I just hid."

Olivia turned to her son, who was filled with shame for losing his
virginity to his own mother.  Then Olivia turned to the bride again. She
recognized the faint, tell-tale signs of female orgasm on Joytika's
face.  That post-orgasmic glow.  Those wet fingers.


"Did you cum?" Olivia asked.


Joytika pursed her lips.  "Kind of."


It was more than, `Kind of.'  Joytika's fingers looked like they had
dipped in a bottle of gel.


"This isn't right," Olivia sighed, shaking her head.  "Nick's first
sexual experience should be with you. And your first sexual experience
should be with Nick."

"It's not too late.  I can... ummm... join in.  This is still technically
within Nick's first time."


Nick chimed in with bright eyes.  "Can we, mom?"

There was a sly, sheepish grin on Joytika's face.  The kind only a
virgin would have. As it turned out, Nick had the same expression.  And
when Nick expressed his interest in continuing things, that's when
Olivia knew that her life would never be the same again.


"Alright," Olivia said.  "Joytika, come here. Get on your knees for
us.  We have to make this special.  It's the least I could do for taking
Nick's virginity."


Hesitantly, but with a hint of excitement, the scantily-clad bride
approached the mom/son duo on tiptoes and sank to her knees before them
in a sign of sexual obedience.  They looked down at the blushing bride
who was filled with curiosity and wonder. The bride looked up at them.


"Who should we do first?" Joytika asked.  "I've never done this with
anyone before, but I've seen it online."


Checking the time, Olivia was a busy woman with things to do.  She
thought about the wedding guests and the rest of her family and her
in-laws, not to mention the employees who are depending on her orders of
approval.  Surely there'd be a few more minutes to teach and guide her
daughter-in-law.


"Do my pussy first," Olivia said.  "Then do my son after. I have a
wedding to run."

Joytika gulped.  "Yes, mom."


Being playfully called `mom' by her daughter-in-law was disturbing and
incredibly fucking hot.  It made her pussy wet again. She always thought
Joytika was beautiful and wholesome, someone who was a proper soulmate to
her son and shared the same values.  They'd already come this far.  Why
not enjoy?


In a matter of moments, Olivia went from getting fucked by her son, to
getting her pussy licked by a young Indian woman while Nick watched in
awe.  Nick even provided words of encouragement, letting Joytika know she
was doing a great job at pussy eating.


"Go deeper with your tongue," Olivia said.  "That's it. Suck the cum
from my pussy. Take your time, not too fast, not too slow.  Stroke your
tongue up and down, across my labia and clitoris. Put it back inside my
hole, there's still more cum seeping out. God, you're gifted."


She could feel the pool of cum flowing into the bride's mouth.  Her
future daughter-in-law had no issue slurping and eating everything, a
pre-wedding appetizer.  Joytika was a natural at this, or maybe the bride
was fueled with unchecked lust after observing the mother/son incest
which had just occurred?  Whatever the case, Olivia felt the inside of
her pussy being cleansed and drained by such a wholesome young woman and
it was heaven.

Olivia came again, this time in Joytika's hungry mouth and lashing wet
tongue.  As it turned out, the bride was a lover of the incestuous cum
cocktail in her pussy.


When it was done, Joytika pulled her mouth back and smiled, with cum
smeared all over her lips and a string of saliva which hung down.  She
wiped it away with the back of her hand.


"You were magnificent," Olivia said.  "Now do my son. Make him happy
with your mouth. Tonight, he'll repay the favor. Trust me, your pussy
will become addicted to my son's cock."


"I believe you," Joytika said.  "I saw Nick fucking you and making
your pussy gush, mother.   Your toes even curled."


Olivia was humiliated that she'd been seen, but as the mother, she
maintained a strong appearance.  Then she guided the bride's mouth to
her son's dick and gave the necessary instructions.  The cock was
flaccid and covered in cum and vaginal fluids, but Joytika had no problem
with either.  Joytika took it inside her mouth and sucked ferociously,
bringing the cock back to life. Nick moaned at the oral attention he was
getting.


Checking the clock, it was time for Olivia to make her exit and return to
her wedding duties.  God knows how many people were looking for her.  The
hours leading up to the ceremony always have people in a last-minute
frenzy.  She got up and went to her panties, sliding them up her legs.
Her pussy was still buzzing from the hot sex and cunnilingus, thanks to
her son and new daughter.


"You two have fun," Olivia said.  "Save some energy for the wedding,
and for tonight's love making.  You're going to need it."


Nick smiled while getting blown.  "Mom, I've got plenty of energy for
this."


"Naughty couple."


She shook her head, and with her outfit straightened, she left the love
birds alone in the suite and headed back to the wedding with the scent of
cum lingering in her pussy and a wry expression on her face.  She thanked
God her son found the right partner, someone with morals and shared the
same sexual compatibility.


The End

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