Skip to the wedding ceremony
Neighborhood MILFs
chapter 8
by
copier
· original author:
jpill
After an arduous week of serving his mother, preparing him for marriage, James was able to sit, and wander his mind back to how he got in this position. From a simple misunderstanding after Paula signed him up for something, to serving his mother, to being a married man.
Although he was less of a husband, but more of an over complex sex toy, but he’d rather serve Mary than his own mother.
His thoughts were interrupted as Paula barged into the room carrying something in her hand. It was the first time James saw Paula carrying something delicately.
She charged over to James, revealing what she had in her cupped hand, which was a suit, looking right for your size.
‘Change now!’ Paula ordered, smiling as you obeyed. She reminisced of how you went from a disobedient little boy, to what she perceived as the perfect husband, willing to obey whatever he was told.
‘Mum I-‘
‘Save it! In a couple hours time, you’ll be married to a real woman, she’ll show you how to be a man, further than I did at least. You’ll be out of my hair, and I want have to teach you to be a man.’
James just sulked, and began to put his suit on. Paula squealed, seeing her tiny son all kitted up. ‘Awww Mary’s gonna love this! Your bride to he is looking beautiful herself, you should be looking forward to it!’
Paula delicately plucked James up, carrying him out from her room, heading downstairs and out into the back garden.
Not too long ago, James remembered his (then Aunt) Mary playing games with him in this very garden, and now it was full of his mums friends, with tears streaming down their faces, as James got married to that very ‘Aunt’.
He saw all of his mothers friends, eyes fixated on the tiny groom. They all sobbed, most of them having their fair share of time with James, but most likely sad that they’d known James since he was a baby, and now he was getting married.
After Paula made her way down the aisle, she placed James onto a stool, next to the priest. James looked down at himself, making sure he made himself presentable for his wife to be, as his mother taught him the dire consequences. As he straightened his jacket, he heard gasping, and clapping. He looked up to see Mary slowly walking down the aisle with flowers in hand.
The dress was beautiful, but made sure to put a big emphasis on the overweight woman’s gut. She smiled, seeing Paula up on the alter, stood next to her tiny son, whom would soon be her husband.
She made her way up the alter, where she stood towering over her groom. James couldn’t hear much after this, he was too busy focussed on the fact that this woman was soon to be his wife.
He was snapped back to reality by the priests words, ‘And James, do you take Mary, to be your loving wife, to have her forever, to have and to hold?’
Although he was less of a husband, but more of an over complex sex toy, but he’d rather serve Mary than his own mother.
His thoughts were interrupted as Paula barged into the room carrying something in her hand. It was the first time James saw Paula carrying something delicately.
She charged over to James, revealing what she had in her cupped hand, which was a suit, looking right for your size.
‘Change now!’ Paula ordered, smiling as you obeyed. She reminisced of how you went from a disobedient little boy, to what she perceived as the perfect husband, willing to obey whatever he was told.
‘Mum I-‘
‘Save it! In a couple hours time, you’ll be married to a real woman, she’ll show you how to be a man, further than I did at least. You’ll be out of my hair, and I want have to teach you to be a man.’
James just sulked, and began to put his suit on. Paula squealed, seeing her tiny son all kitted up. ‘Awww Mary’s gonna love this! Your bride to he is looking beautiful herself, you should be looking forward to it!’
Paula delicately plucked James up, carrying him out from her room, heading downstairs and out into the back garden.
Not too long ago, James remembered his (then Aunt) Mary playing games with him in this very garden, and now it was full of his mums friends, with tears streaming down their faces, as James got married to that very ‘Aunt’.
He saw all of his mothers friends, eyes fixated on the tiny groom. They all sobbed, most of them having their fair share of time with James, but most likely sad that they’d known James since he was a baby, and now he was getting married.
After Paula made her way down the aisle, she placed James onto a stool, next to the priest. James looked down at himself, making sure he made himself presentable for his wife to be, as his mother taught him the dire consequences. As he straightened his jacket, he heard gasping, and clapping. He looked up to see Mary slowly walking down the aisle with flowers in hand.
The dress was beautiful, but made sure to put a big emphasis on the overweight woman’s gut. She smiled, seeing Paula up on the alter, stood next to her tiny son, whom would soon be her husband.
She made her way up the alter, where she stood towering over her groom. James couldn’t hear much after this, he was too busy focussed on the fact that this woman was soon to be his wife.
He was snapped back to reality by the priests words, ‘And James, do you take Mary, to be your loving wife, to have her forever, to have and to hold?’
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