I was marrying a woman I had known since I was five years old. I had triumphantly succeeded in impregnating her, marking her mine for all time. Who would have guessed– who would have even speculated that I could ever accomplish such an unattainable victory? Had I just kept my mouth shut… or just avoided consoling her when her son died… Thankfully, I listened to my heart and sought out the impossible. I could not have lived with myself otherwise, knowing I never would have had true love.
“I take you, Mother, to be my lawfully wedded wife. To protect and nourish…” I vowed as we held on to each other’s hands.
“My son, I take you as my lawfully married husband.” She concluded as we slipped on our wedding rings to seal our fate for all eternity.
That night, we slept on the beach as we consummated our marriage at least five times before sunrise… three with grinding, pure anal intercourse and two by the womb that would see my child bore from it in a matter of months. Sharon had evolved into a full-blown sex fiend. She mastered the art of language, using her foul-mouthed prose as a mental stimulant for us as we strove to experience many beautiful acts together as husband and wife.
With our new home now outside of Orlando, Sharon and I began our new life together. She made sure we had a pool when looking for a house so she could continually keep up her naturally bronzed skin she knew I loved so much. On many nights after she came home from work, we would end up in the pool fucking like savage beasts in the wild. Both of us loved the water, and how sexy it made us feel… plus, her stomach had reached a lovely swell as she now had that maternal glow about her. She would walk around the house, striding in all her fertile ecstasy, knowing soon, she would have a child with a man who desperately craved one with her. It was her greatest moment.
January came as Sharon gave birth to our first daughter, whom we named Justine. It wasn’t long after her birth that Sharon was pregnant once more with our son. Our son was our last child as the pregnancy was incredibly hard on Sharon. I was now 21 and Sharon 41 as I swear she didn’t look a day over 30. Her already lush, buxom body swelled out even more as I happily welcomed every new curve and inch to my beautiful wife/mother. While she always complained about her weight and size, I basked in the glorious wealth of voluptuousness and bold sex. I loved how she looked… how big her ass was, and how it rippled and fluttered when I would slip inside either her ass or pussy. And those honeyed large breasts that burst with milk for our children… I just couldn’t get enough, and neither could she.
I went on to graduate and earn my masters in finance, giving Sharon the chance to stay home with our two children. I started with a growing finance company and worked my way up through the boom years of the 1990’s, giving Sharon and I a fantastic nest egg and a more than comfortable lifestyle. On our tenth wedding anniversary, I gave Sharon a sprawling new 25,000 square foot mansion, as I became the youngest Vice President of an equity firm based in Miami. My life and my family were as much as I could have ever hoped to have.