"Marrying Mommy"

A tale of matrimony and family life
Written by Victor C. Nathan and Daywalkr82


Henry Humper stood at the front of chapel, his rented tuxedo chafing
him something horrible. He already had half a hard-on just from
anticipation of what was about to happen. The music started up, and
as he looked out over the empty wedding hall at the sparse audience
of tourists and paid witnesses, he saw her, the most beautiful,
blimp-busted, big-bootied broad he had ever laid eyes upon. Hilda
Hannah Humper looked resplendent in the borrowed wedding dress, her
J-cuppered titties barely contained inside the corset top and
bouncing with each step, cornsilk hair laid about her like a wreath
of sunshine, and a salacious smile on her eternally angelic face
that told Henry in no uncertain terms, "I am gonna fuck you
senseless when we get done here." Henry just smiled back, knowing
exactly what his soon-to-be wife was thinking because he was
thinking the same thing, how much he couldn't wait to get that dress
off her and fuck her into immobility.

Both Hilda and Henry approached the makeshift altar that looked like
a tiny replica of Graceland, and the justice, an Elvis impersonator,
smiled his smarmy Elvis smile and then lowered his eyes to take in
the two protruding, cartoonish, almost freakish pairs of wedding
puppies, boobs so glorious and splendorous in size that his white
satin pants took a swell.

Harriet followed as the maid of honor, her tiny blue dress barely
holding the set of Humper knockers that seemed ready to pop out into
the fresh Vegas air, straining, wanting freedom from the confining
fabric of the scoop neckline that barely held her juggernaut weather
balloon bazoomies in check. Chuck Dicker accompanied his girlfriend
as Henry's best man, the groin of his tux pants tenting forward as
he barely kept himself from fishing one of his girlfriend's nice H-
er knockers from her top and shoving the sharp nipple of the massive
flesh orb between his lips. But he didn't. This was a special day.
This was the day his best friend Henry would wed his own mother, in
the most romantic yet sexually depraved Humper display he could
imagine, though there was something about the arrangement, the
gratuitous, unabashed brazenness of it that made his wee wee as hard
as a tire iron. Of course, that might have just been from the 150+
inches of titflesh before his eyes and wee wee.

"You have the ring there, big man?"

Chuck reached into his pocket and produced the little black box. The
fact that Hilda, not Henry, had actually bought the ring killed the
romantic gesture the ring was supposed to be, but Hilda said she
didn't need a ring to know how much she loved Henry.

"Well, let's get this show on the road, then. Dearly beloved, we are
gathered here today in this house a God and in the presence a these
here turrists to join this kid and this hot little momma in the
bonds a holy matrimony, which is an honorable estate, though I don't
rightly reckon they'll keep it honorable fer too long the way
they're lookin at each other. Son, do you take this here hot piece
of tail fer yer lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, for
richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, till death do you part?"

"I do." Henry said simply.

"And you, darlin, do you take this boy…"

"He's not a boy, Mr. Bad Elvis Impersonator, he's my son, my baby,
and my new husband, so yes, I do take him for all of it, the bad and
the good, which believe me, is fuckin' fantastic when we get goin'."

"Right you are, honey. I see how much he means to you. Let's have
the ring, now, man."

"Chuck… Chuck!" Henry shook his Best Man out of the reverie
Harriet's tits had put him in. "The ring, man. Keep it together."

Chuck handed the ring over with a sheepish smile on her face. No one
could really blame him; Harriet's huge H-cupper plumpers looked
ready to pop the seams on her good Sunday dress. As a matter of
fact, Chuck thought he saw some delectable boobieflesh peeking
through the sides. Henry quickly let Chuck get back to his favorite
pastime as he took his mother's hand and placed the ring on the
third finger.

"Oh, it's beautiful, my boobie-loving babycakes."

"It fucking should be, Mom; you picked the motherfucker out
yourself."

"And I have fucking good taste, too, my wee wee boy. I chose you for
my hubby, didn't I?"

"You sure as fuck did, Momma."

"You can call me Hilda, baby. We're married now, after all." And
with that she captured his lips in hers, her hands automatically
moving down to his foot-long shaft.

The Elvis Impersonator was so shocked by the display of sexuality
that he dropped his accent, moving into one of British
descent. "Yes, well, um… by the power vested in me by the state of
Nevahder, I now pronounce you man and wife. You may… keep that up."
He finished lamely, the newlyweds not even acknowledging the finish
of the ceremony. Henry was already trying to fish one of his new
wife's massive boulders out of her top.

"Oh, my Hilda Mommy," Henry spoke excitedly from inside the plush
hotel, one arm around his mother's waist, his lips crushing against
hers as he undid his straining pants with the other hand, his stalk
hard and protracted beneath his tux pants. "Oh, I'm a little nervous
cause it's our first time as husband and wife. We better take that
wedding dress off of those wifely fuckin' whoppers of yours. Ohhhh,
shit, I just want to get at 'em. Let's take that fucking thing off!"

"Oh, no need to go to all that fucking trouble, hubby Henry baby,"
Hilda panted, horny and hot for her boy husband's sex. "All I need
to do is......uuuuhhhhhhhhh!" And Hilda shoved her shoulders back,
jutting her titanic hills, her mighty mountains, her glorious globes
of breastly abundance forward. "And here goes! Yeaaaaahhhhhhh!
Breakin', baby!" And with a loud tear of fabric and the crying
strain of the fifty pounds of her powerful honker heavers, the
buttons on her dress popped with a series of snaps, flying forward
to smack against Henry's chest with the force of every bit of her
weight unleashed and pressurized against them. "There them big ol'
bitches come, boobie baby!" She let out a cry of victory as her
expensive garment rent and popped in every spot at the top, her
tankly ta-ta's forcing the cloth to cede its weakness in the face of
her floundering, heavy, bouncy but firm plumping pappies.

"Holy motherfucking, matrimonial-fucking, tittie-breaking boobies in
Vegas!" Henry cried out in astonishment at the fact that Hilda could
destroy a piece of clothing just by heaving out her knockers,
sticking out her big boom booms.

"Yeah, now let's make Mr. Wean a little more comfortable." Hilda
said as she ripped Henry's fly open to free her favorite fuckstick.

"Holy shit, Mom, you're really fuckin eager, aren'tcha?"

"What makes you think that, my hottie Henry hubbie? I just want my
favorite footlong hot dog fucktoy of a wee wee to play with on my
wedding night. Nothing unusual about that." And she proceeded to rip
Henry's shirt open and kiss her way up his chest until she met his
lips. Neither would ever remember how, but they got to the bed
eventually and spent the rest of the night consummating their new
relationship loud enough that Harriet, who was next door, actually
asked Chuck to remind her to complain to her mother about the noise
they were making. After all, the two of them had already been
fucking for nearly a year anyway. It wasn't exactly novel.

Sunshine poured through the curtains as Henry Humper stirred under
the bedsheets. He felt his morning log bob between his legs as he
got up for the Call of Nature. As he descended into the kitchen, he
heard his wife call out, "Breakfast is ready, my babies. Come and
fucking get it!"

Henry stopped short to allow four teens, two boys abnormally hung,
their slabs of cock easily visible down their pants legs, and two
girls well on their way to surpassing their mother's endowments and
bouncing all the way, to rush to their places at the table while
Hilda pulled the last of the waffles out of the waffle iron.

"Morning, babycakes," Hilda said cheerily, wearing nothing but a
smile and an apron, out of which her tits hung just as perkily and
large as they had on their wedding night.

"Morning, Mommy Dearest," Henry said by way of greeting. It had
become his own little moniker for his wife/mother.

"Busy day ahead. First day of school is always insane." Hilda said
to no one in particular. "I know I'm gonna need a good, long humping
tonight, my horsey humpy Humperfucking babydoll."

"Oooooooo, Mommy, I know just what I need," Henry replied
seductively to his chestily-charged spouse who was happily blood
related as he reached and squeezed her left bulging boob that hung
with her right one over the apron she wore, the elder Humper having
fished them both over the edge to kept them exposed to the cool
morning air floating through the house as she cooked at the hot
stove, occasionally getting a splash of grease on either bazoom.

"Oh, and I need something too, hubby wubby," Hilda giggled, her hand
falling below his waist and moving through the fly of his boxers
shorts, her tantalizing toppers heaving as she closed her fingers
around his semi-hardness with both the touch of a lover and a
motherly nurturing. "Mmmmmm, sixteen years later and I am hotter for
your fuck than the day I first mounted ya. Ohhhh, who says incest
isn't best?"

"You'll get no argument from me, my Hildy humpy darling; now, lemme
at those boobahs before breakfast. After all, it does do the kids
good to see their parents still so in love after so many years of
incestuous matrimony. Ohhhhh, yeeaahhh! Your big ol' boobies still
get my pee wee as hard as they did when you were just my Mommy."


THE END