Confessions: Your Mom Was The First To Make Me Come On Our Wedding Day

She put all my worries to rest in the dressing room.

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Like most brides to be, I was a little nervous on my wedding day. Women worry about all sorts of things. How they look in their dress, how the day is going to go. I had all those thoughts.

I also had another. Could the cock at the end of the aisle, my hubby to be, satisfy me for the rest of my life?

The thought terrified me. As something of a nymphomaniac it would be polite to say I’d had a diversity of sexual experiences. Someone less woke might say I’d been a dirty slut.

I’d fucked two of the groomsman before their weddings. I took pride in the fact my pussy had been the last they’d been in before their wives. I’d long wished to add my hubby’s best man Derek to that list, but alas we’d got engaged before I’d ever got the opportunity.

Maybe hubby knew I fantasized about that big cock. Either way he seemed to be in a hurry to lock me down, and as I stared at my dress in the mirror, I knew I wasn’t ready to settle.

I was just so fuckable, it seemed a waste to stop now.

I started to shake. I guess I’d been there a while, because my mother-in-law Jill let herself into the room.

I couldn’t help myself, I told her everything. After all, she was a woman, she’d been through it before me when she married her husband’s father.

She nodded as she took my hand in hers.

“It’s ok, sweetie,” she started, and I was expecting some great words of wisdom, but what came next shocked the hell out of me. “As long as you spend plenty of time on my son’s cock, he’s not going to think about where else you might be.”

Then to prove the point, she got on her knees, and threw my dress over her head. Before I knew what was happening, my future husband’s mom had pulled my bridal thong aside and was vigorously tonguing my pussy.

Her ardor, and technique told me it wasn’t her first. The way she brought me pleasure told me it wouldn’t be the last time I let her do it to me.

With a church full of our friends and family, my mother-in-law tongued me until I had to grip the wall for support. That’s how your father found me when he came looking for her.

I hastily made excuses, and bit my lip so that I wouldn’t come while he was watching. The second he shut the door, I came all over your mom’s tongue.

She was right, it certainly calmed my nerves. It also told me where I could go if I was ever feeling a little frisky on our family holidays. As I walked down the aisle, her saliva and my juices were still running down my leg. I gave my hubby to be a big smile, and wondered if I could corner Derek somewhere quiet before the reception.

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