In-laws Wedding Rituals

My wedding day was a little strange. For starters, my wife’s family offered to pay for the whole thing on the stipulation that only they be invited, my family couldn’t attend. We were broke, so we went along with it. I wanted to make my wife happy.

After the ceremony, we all gathered for the reception and the traditions took place. Since it was just my wife’s family, my new mother in law offered to do the mother / son dance with me.

The music started playing and we danced in front of everyone in the reception hall. Looking at her while we danced, I could tell where my wife got her good looks from as her mother was just as beautiful, if not slightly older. She was curvier too, with thick grippable hips, a nice ass, and beautiful breasts shown off by her low-cut dress that I couldn’t keep my eyes off.

“They’re pretty nice, huh?” she said. Uh oh, I must have been staring. I felt a pang of embarrassment surge through me and I looked away quickly.

“I’m so sorry, ma’am” I said quietly.

“That’s ok dear, I know they’re very eye catching. And please, you’re family now. Call me mommy.”

“Thank you, and again, I’m so sorry, mommy,” I said, still feeling embarrassed but a little excited too.

“But no need to be all ashamed and stop now, I want you to keep looking at them while we dance, ok? Take a nice long look.” I was shocked to hear this and didn’t know if she was serious. “Go on,” she said.

I did as I was told and brought my eyes back to her beautiful cleavage as we continued slow dancing in front of everyone in the reception hall. I heard a few quiet gasps from the audience and I could tell I was starting to blush. But her tits looked fantastic in that dress and pretty soon they were all I could think about as I stared with lust in my eyes.

Finally, the song drew to a close and everyone started clapping. Sheepishly, I looked up at her. She thanked me, and when I drew in for a hug she grabbed my head and buried my face in her cleavage. The audience–my wife and all her family–burst into laughter as she smothered me in her tits. “And what do you say?”

I moaned in humiliated pleasure. “Thank you,” I groaned.

“Thank you, what?” she teased.

“Thank you, mommy,” I groaned again.

She tousled my hair, said “Good boy,” and released me. I was in a haze of embarrassment and arousal, but I felt amazing. Finally, we returned to our seats.

I turned to my wife and began apologizing profusely. “Sorry? Why are you sorry? I have always loved staring at mommy’s tits honey,” she said.

“Your mom makes you stare at her tits?” I asked, still in shock.

“Makes me? Oh no, I’ve always ogled them any chance I get. And if she’s feeling really generous, she lets me do a lot more than just look at them, silly.” I sat there, soaking all that in, shocked and aroused by the thought of my wife looking at and maybe even playing with and her own mother’s beautiful tits, when the MC announced it was time for the garter belt ceremony. Maybe this would give me a chance to redeem myself from the embarrassing situation I had just gotten myself in.

As I was starting to gather myself, my wife ran ahead to sit on a chair in the middle of the hall and was soon joined by her father standing beside her. Confused, I got up to join her, but her mother tugged on my suit and told me to sit down. “This is for them,” she said. I sat back down, growing more confused and slightly alarmed.

Spy music started playing, and both my wife and her dad went into character: she was guarding herself and he was the playful intruder trying to sneak in. With smiles on both their faces, he would come up from behind her trying to get in front, while she pretended to catch him and shoo him away. The audience laughed at their antics and I was lost in how cute they were, playing together. Finally, he tapped her on one shoulder, darted the other way, and landed on his knees in front of her dress. She let out a fake gasp and then her father dove under her wedding dress, between her spreading legs.

A pang of jealousy rolled through me as I remembered she’d previously told me she wasn’t going to wear panties on our wedding day. Her father must have has complete access to her pussy as she spread her legs wide for him. She feigned embarrassment, but she was obviously enjoying it. And as jealous as I was, I was getting extremely turned on by the naughtiness I was witnessing. She batted at her dress where her father’s head was buried between her legs and let out shrieks of joy, louder and filled with more pleasure than the noises she makes when I go down on her. Her eyes rolled back in ecstasy and she groaned with pleasure. I couldn’t believe I was bride was getting eaten out by her own father right in front of me, and I’m ashamed to say this had me terribly aroused, too.

She let out a big moan and as she was recovering from that, her father’s head started retreating with a few more giggles coming from her as she came down. He emerged at last with the garter belt between his teeth and a wet smile on his face. My wife’s family erupted in applause.

The MC came back on. “Now father and daughter, you stay right there while we wheel out the bed. Mom, husband, you two join them in the middle please!”

I had no idea what was going on but I was so turned on I could burst. My mother in law grabbed my hand and pulled me with her. “What are we doing?” I asked.

With a mischievous grin she said “Use your imagination.”