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First Published: 18 November 2016

Wedding Day
by Isabella

Story Code: M/F, M/FF, Bro/Sis, Mum/Son, Sisters, Incest

Oh fuck, what the hell is going on? My head was pounding, my mouth felt like it was the lining to a bird cage and I can hear someone fucking, hear them and feel...the bed is moving in time with the 'Huh...huh...huh...huh' of a woman being bounced on. I didn't open my eyes, I was afraid that I was so dehydrated that my eyes may well just fall out of my head if I didn't rehydrate first. I did smooth my hands down over my body, my naked body. I felt down between my legs, I just wanted to make sure that I wasn't the one being fucked. My cunt was sore and it was full of sticky semen but that must have been laid down some time ago because it was more jelly now than semen.

I risked opening and closing my eyes quickly, just a fast snapshot before my eyes fell out. 'Right, what did you see?'

There was a Ferrari red and shiny and a 'Fat Boy Hog' with a naked woman straddling the seat...so I'm either in a garage or a schoolboy's bedroom covered in posters. I'd definitely never been in the room before. I'd have remembered the two posters for sure if I had been. I opened my eyes and looked to my right, towards the people fucking. The man was on top, hunched over the woman, his face was obscuring hers as he bit down on her neck and as he did that she lifted her hips off of the mattress, lifting the man. He stopped biting and turned his face to take a breath and her hips lowered, I had assumed that the woman could be my twenty year old sister Dawn but as her bottom hit the mattress again he was lagging behind and I saw bright ginger pubes, Dawn didn't have bright ginger pubs, she, like me, had no pubes at all, our dance teacher 'Strongly suggested' that at the age of ten we used depilatory cream, we hadn't usually started to show hair there by that age and because we used the cream at such a tender age we would never be bothered by pubic hair, probably for the rest of our lives because the roots had been destroyed before they had actually formed.

Okay, I think I've seen him before, let me see...got it, the barman at the Duke of York pub, we were there last night...

"Morning sis, how's the head this morning?"

Dawn's head had just popped up over the back of the barman as he pounded down into the cunt he was fucking.

We'd ended up at the 'Duke of York' on our pub-crawl for my hen night last night, my last night of freedom before marrying Robin my off and on boyfriend of sixteen years.

I mouthed, "Who's she?" Over the fucking bodies.

Dawn giggled and then mouthed back, "Can't you guess?"

I shook my head, I went through the role-call from my hen night, I knew the naked bodies of every girl there, in most cases, very intimately as I often experimented with my girlfriends as well as my boyfriends. I'd reached the end of the list of girls on my hen night and no...there was only one ginger haired woman at my hen night and there was no way that she would be under the man humping away because that woman was my mother and although my mother had given birth to three kids she never had sex...ever, not since Peter was born eighteen years ago. My mother had never been naked in front of any of us kids, from the little I could glean from talking to other family members, even my father had never seen her naked, not even in the act of giving her three babies.

I looked into Dawn's eyes and shook my head before mouthing, "No idea, mum was the only ginger top out with us last night!"

Dawn's grin widened and she slowly nodded her head.

"Mum, what the hell..."

I shook my mother's shoulder and the man lifted his upper body and started fucking my mother wildly, driving her through a massive orgasm in two seconds flat. Her head flopped in my direction and she looked at me with a stupid grin on her face, "Good morning darling, it's your wedding day today, did you have fun last night...I did and twice again this morning."

The barman's name was Ben or Bennie from memory and he looked over at me as he splashed down in my mother's cunt, "Morning Mrs Fisher, you were fantastic last night before you passed out so I had to make do with your sister and your mother. Robin Fisher is a very lucky man. I'd love to shake his hand. Can I take a picture of the three of you against my wall, under my posters? No one will ever believe that I fucked a mother and both of her daughters on your wedding day."

My mother was well up for it! She jumped off the bed and almost ran to the wall, "Come on you two, what are you waiting for?"

"Mum, don't be ridiculous, I don't care if Robin sees a photograph me, naked on Ben's Facebook account but if dad sees you on it...he'll blow a fuse! Who the hell are you and what have you done with my shy mother?"

Dawn cleared her throat and half held up her hand, "I think that's my fault, but before you get all mad at me and kill me dead again, as usual, Mr Pritchard told me that you can't hypnotise someone to do anything that is not in their character, all you can do is lower the barriers that people put up for themselves."

"You hypnotised her? You hypnotised our mother, hypnotised her on the day before my wedding!"

"No, I didn't, I'm not that good, I took her into school for a coffee and a chat with Mr Pritchard, my psychology teacher, he hypnotised her but she was the one who wanted it, she told him that she wanted to have fun at your hen night for the first time in twenty-four years."

"I thought that it was strange that mum was having a laugh with us last night and drinking alcohol instead of her usual fruit juice."

Dawn was standing at mum's side and they had their arms wrapped around each other, mum snapped her fingers and told me to get my arse next to her like Dawn. My mother never swore in front of us, she was always so conservative in herself. She didn't give a rat's arse what we kids did though, just so long as we did a risk assessment first and reduced the danger as much as possible before we did anything.

I crawled off of the bed and stood next to my mother and took up the same position as Dawn but on the other side of our mother. Ben took several photographs on a Minolta 35mm digital SLR camera with a flash gun that was so bright that I felt it burning the retina at the back my eyes. Now here's the thing, our mother had never stopped us from doing anything, even sexual stuff, she walked in on me and Robin one day while we were both naked and fucking like rabbits, she hadn't knocked the door because I'd left it wide open, that's just how casual we were around our house in front of our mother. She had her arms full of ironed clothes, she put my clothes on the top of my chest of drawers, walked out of my bedroom without batting an eyelid or making any comment but she did close my bedroom door when she left the room. When Robin and I finished, we dressed and opened the bedroom door and found a home made sign hanging from my doorknob, 'Do Not Disturb!' That's as far as our mother got involved in our sex lives, she never told us not to do anything, she never told us not to do something, just to make sure that no one was hurt by what we did.

Today things were different, after Ben had taken twenty photographs of the three of us standing there in front of his posters, mum suddenly said, "Why don't you and Sarah get on the bed together, I'll take a picture of you fucking her."

"Well, thanks for that but not on the bed, if Sarah sits on the top of my dresser and you stand by the window while I put my cock in her you'll get my posters in the frame as well as me fucking your daughter."

I was a little reluctant but my mother talked me into it, I sat on the top of his dressing table and let Ben slide his dick in me while my mother snapped photographs of us, then Ben sat on the dressing table while I sucked his cock. Dawn took a turn, she started out sucking Ben and then, while he sat there Dawn straddled his lap and took his cock in the girl on top position.

"Don't climb off yet Dawn, Sarah. Stand on top of the dressing table and let Ben lick you while his cock is in your sister and I snap pictures."

My mother sounded like she was direction a porn film but I did as she told me. Mum had to do a lot of wriggling about to get the three of us in the picture as well as enough of Ben's posters so that his friends would recognise the room if not him...while his face was buried between my legs.

I was told to turn around so that Dawn could lick me between my legs while our mother took pictures so at least Ben's face was on show as he looked around the side of my hip to watch Dawn licking me out. There was one more scene on mum's mind, I was standing. Dawn was sitting on the dressing table and Ben was behind me, I was pushed over so that my mouth was between my sisters legs eating her while Ben was behind me taking me from behind while he grinned at my mother and she took his photographs.

I pulled myself out of the ménage-a-trois, "Mum, We've got to get into town in twenty minutes to have our hair done for the wedding!"

"That's okay darling, Ben's flat is above the 'Duke of York', we're already on the High Street, Vanessa's beauty salon is just down the street."

"Okay then; just one more pose. You get up here on the damned dresser and let Ben fuck you while I take the pictures."

Before we left Ben's flat my mother got Ben to download the two hundred photographs he'd taken with his camera onto his laptop and then burn them all onto a writable DVD and she wrote on the DVD 'Wedding gift for Robin!'

We went to Vanessa's salon wearing our party frocks from the night before, Mum sounded drunk still, she was telling Vanessa and her girls all kinds of filthy jokes, entertaining the whole salon with stuff like I'd never heard her say before in a public place. As we were sitting Vanessa washed my mother's hair, she was going to do her best but she would have to work miracles on my mother because her ginger hair had more resemblance to a dandelion seed head that had been dipped in orange paint just before it was due to shed than hair. Vanessa's assistant was smoothing relaxer chemicals through my mother's hair, plastering it against her head before walking away to get my mother a coffee while the relaxer worked into every strand of hair. Mum was looking at her reflection as she twisted her head from side to side, "Here Sarah, do you think that your grandfather would like me more if I had a short back and sides?"

"Grandpa would love you whatever you did with your hair, even if you went bald, he keeps making the passes but you just don't see them coming."

"He does a lot of talking but he never puts his talk into actions."

"You're supposed to do your part as well, you only need to give him a little encouragement when he hits on you and he'd fuck you senseless."

"I think I'll try a short back and sides."

"Not a few hours before my wedding you won't, just have it relaxed and styled today, come back next week and have anything you like done to your hair."

Sarah told Vanessa to use small rollers to set my hair so that it was as close to my head as possible, a little like a bubble perm but less pertminent so that we could all get used to my hair looking shorter without doing anything disastrous like cutting half my hair off.

After our hair and makeup were done we took a taxi home to our village, mum was in the front passenger seat and she was chatting the taxi driver up all the way to the outskirts of our village. As the taxi went past the first house that marked the start of the village Dawn turned mum's face towards her, held mum's head in both hands and said, "Potatocrumble!"

Mum closed her eyes momentarily and then smiled at Dawn before looking at me confusion painted across her face, "You're both dolled up a bit for a hen night aren't you?"

"Mum, we've had Sarah's hen night, I think you got a little drunk last night, we're on our way home from Veronica's salon, we've all had our hair done and our makeup. Just need to get dressed and wait for the right time to walk over to the church."

The church, now that was a battle that I thought would scuttle my wedding plans...Robin and I had gone over to talk to Father Flanagan, our...or rather my family priest. Robin didn't really care one way or the other where we got married but most of my family went to our little church, my father practically lived there. Father Flanagan told Robin that he would have to attend twelve weeks of Sunday school to learn the basics of the Roman Catholic faith and that Robin would have to sign a covenant that any children of our marriage would have to be brought up within the Catholic Church.

Robin looked over at me, shrugged his shoulders before facing the elderly Priest again, "Sorry Father but I can't agree to either condition...I'm willing to marry Sarah anywhere she chooses but that's as far as I'm willing to go. The Anglican's up the road will marry us for half the price and without any pre-conditions, they're just happy to see people marry instead of just living together."

We walked out of the Manse without a wedding date, I was mildly disappointed and heavily irked after attending that church for eighteen years, even when we were on holiday I went to church with my father, my sister and brother, wherever we were in the country and just because I was marrying a committed Atheist my family priest wouldn't marry us.

When I got home I asked my father if he had the telephone number of the local vicarage, I briefly went through what happened, "Not again!" my father said, "Just give me thirty minutes darling, I'll straighten the whole thing out."

My dad went and fetched his mother from the farm, not because my father needed her but he needed her with him because our little church couldn't survive without her patronage. Granny Clark started out threatening to withhold all of her financial support from the church but Father Flanagan was relatively new to our parish, he'd come from a poor inner city area where no one person could do anything to influence the parish finances more than any other parishioner. Tim Flanagan wouldn't budge one inch in his stance so my grandmother phoned the Bishop, Tim Flanagan was impressed that June had the Bishop's cell phone on her speed dial. My Gran handed over her telephone to the Priest. Once again Tim Flanagan refused point blank to marry Robin and me. Tim hung up the telephone.

"Well, what did the Bishop say?"

"He told me to start packing, he was going to find me a new parish as soon as possible, he'll be coming over to perform your daughter's wedding personally on the date that she wanted to get married."

My gran had a satisfied smile on her face, "The Bishop's house needs work doing on its roof, it's going to cost around ten thousand just to patch it up, he'll get a brand new roof after my daughter's wedding, my personal gift to the church in lieu of their pragmatic approach to the needs of one of their young parishioners."

"Well, I hope I can get back to an inner city parish again where no one is rich enough to have the rules bent for them just for the money!"

"Dear Tim, you really have to get into the twenty-first century, I'll be having a word with the Bishop at lunch next week, I'm sure that there is a really nice Priest on the Isle of Wight who's desperate to get into a nice small village stipend like this. He was far too nice to languish, looking after the staff and prisoners in Parkhurst Prison."

Tim swallowed hard and escorted my father and his mother out of his house. My Gran picked at the paintwork on the sill of the window next to the Manse's front door, "Looks like these need retouching but I think I'll wait until after the new Priest arrives to set that ball running."

Once we were all out of the cab I stopped Dawn, "What was that 'Potato-cake' nonsense all about Dawn?"

"Not potato-cake, that's a real thing, that would be no good as a control word. Mr Pritchard hypnotised mum and set a control word in her head to send her back under hypnosis whenever she hears it and brings her back to normal when she hears it again."

My mother stopped at the front door and opened her handbag to find her keys to open the door, she pulled the DVD out of her bag with 'Wedding gift for Robin!' "Now that's unusual, where did that come from? Who gave me a wedding gift for Robin?"

I stepped in and took the DVD from her hand, "Must have been one of the girls from last night, I'll keep it safe until Robin and I are alone to watch it together." I'd only stepped in to stop my mother becoming curious and checking out the content of the DVD that she unexpectedly found in her bag.

I telephoned Robin and asked him how his stag party had gone. "Your brother Peter arranged for two hookers to perform for us, bloody good job your father left early."

"Did you have fun with them?"

"We all did, I have no idea how Peter could afford the money it must have cost to hire them all night but we all had fun with them, you're not mad at me are you?"

"God no, wait until you see the pictures my mother took for you, they'll blow your mind. We can't see each other before the wedding so I'm going to pop over to our flat and put the DVD in the player and then go back home. As soon as it is safe I'll ring you again and you can go and watch the DVD. We can talk while you watch the pictures, tell me what you think while you're watching."

I popped the DVD into the player, told it to play all pictures as a slideshow and then paused it on the first picture, one of many with me, my sister and mother standing against the wall with a Harley Davidson on one side of us and a Ferrari on the other. As the slide show started I heard Robin masturbating as we talked on the phone. Robin had reached his happy ending before he got to the first photograph of me having sex with Ben and he wanked all over again, he climaxed by the time that Dawn was being fucked. And when he got to the first threesome picture he was wanking all over again. "Robin, you'd better call it a day after this climax, rub in plenty of antiseptic cream from the medicine cabinet and put your cock away until after we're married, we can pop back to the flat before we go to the reception."

"We can't do that, we have to be at the restaurant to welcome our guests."

"Okay then, we'll welcome the guests, have the speeches and then I'll make the excuse that I need to get changed before the dancing starts, we can go home then and have our first shag as husband and wife."

"Will your mother be that wild at our reception?"

"I have no idea, why?"

Because I've fantasised about your mother since the first time I saw her, well, her and you. You have no idea what a kick I got seeing both of you being naked together and I'd love to have a threesome with the two of you."

"I'll have to have a chat with her, see if she'll play sometime! Now get back to your house, I want you dressed properly and waiting in front of the Bishop when I'm ready."

I waited until I was alone with my mother and asked her what she could remember of my hen night, "Nothing at all darling, I can remember going into the 'King's Head' and seeing you and all your friends, Dawn got up to get me a drink and that was the last thing I can remember until the taxi ride home, I think Dawn put alcohol into my fruit juice, you know I can't handle alcohol."

I smiled at my mother's innocent confusion, "Potato-cakes."

"What was that dealing?"

"Potato-flan."

"Are you quite alright darling?"

I nodded my head, "Potatocrumble."

My mother's eyes closed, her head dipped forward and when her eyes slowly opened she looked totally different, her mouth seemed to have softened, her eyes were open wider, she just looked far more sexual, she reached for the bottle of champagne that Dawn had placed in front of me earlier but I'd left untouched. Mum poured a glass and sipped at it, giggling, "The bubbles tickle my nose, this is better than whatever it was that we were drinking last night...I've got to give Robin the DVD Ben made for him, where did I put it?"

"It's okay, Robin's already seen it, in fact he was wondering if you'd go one step further and give him a better extra present."

"What? Does he want us to recreate the scene with him instead of Ben?"

I nodded my head.

"Dawn!"

Dawn rushed in my room wearing just her panties, "Mum you don't need to shout, I was only in the next room, what do you want?"

"Sorry darling, Robin wants to recreate this morning but with him instead of Ben, you up for it?"

Dawn looked over her shoulder because there was a creak behind her. Peter was walking down the passageway towards my room. Dawn looked at me and then she said, "Yes of course, when?"

Mum looked from Dawn to me, I let my eyes flick towards the doorway. Peter was still a few yards away. "After the meal and speeches but before the disco. We can all go over to my new flat to get changed and do it then!" I cut myself short because Peter was very close now.

Dawn looked over her shoulder, she could feel Peter's breath on the back of her neck before turning to face me again, "I can't believe that you didn't ask the restaurant to make us some potatocrumble for pudding!"

Peter smiled, "Potatocrumble, Dawn, you said potatocrumble, didn't you mean apple-crumble?"

"God, too much wine last night, yes, of course I meant apple crumble, Sarah didn't even ask for them to make us some for the meal after her wedding, she's just so selfish, anyone would think the day was all about her, what about us..."

Dawn was stopped mid-rant by our mother standing up and saying, "Dawn, you know your father's around the house, he'd be terribly upset if he saw you dressed like that, especially around your brother."

Dawn turned to face Peter, "You don't mind seeing my fun-bags do you darling?"

Peter grinned at Dawn as she stepped into him, draped her right arm around his neck as she kissed him on the lips and rubbed his cock through his trousers with her left hand. I put my hand on mother's shoulder, "Relax mum, you know that It's been close to nineteen years since dad's been down this passageway!"

I found myself blushing, we'd all learned a lot more about our parents at my hen night, things that our mother would never have told anyone without the influence of the alcohol and hypnosis. We all knew for example that our father climbed the stairs to the mid-landing and he always took the right fork up to his wing of the house. I'd seen it in friend's houses, rich friends, the master suite would be on one side of the house and the 'Family' area on the other side of the house. We had always assumed that mum and dad both shared the master bedroom in the beginning and that something had happened and mum had moved into our area of the house, we didn't know that she had always slept in the same room since they married and that dad just popped in to pop her cherry and pop off back to his own bedroom.

Mum had also mentioned in passing that dad had actually raped her to get Peter and that night was the last time our father had turned to the left on the stairs. Mum wouldn't usually have mentioned the way we dressed in our own area of the house but today was different, I was going to get married and traditionally the father of the bride would collect her from her bedroom. Mum was worried that dad would break the habit built up over twenty years and come into the lion's den today and see things that he wouldn't like.

Dawn at least was happy that mum was back under self control and she pushed Peter back to his own bedroom before returning to me and mum. "Mum, can you pop down and see if my white bra is in the ironing basket please? It didn't make it upstairs with the rest of my underwear after the wash, I'd go myself but I think dad would have a heart attack if he saw me like this."

Mum ran down the stairs on a fool's errand, I knew that Dawn's white silk bra had made it into her bedroom, I put it there myself yesterday before we went out on my pub-crawl. Dawn watched mum reach the half landing and turn to the right before she turned to face me, "Don't play with mum, she's not a toy, she wanted the on-off switch fitting so that she could relax and enjoy herself, not just to amuse you!"

"Okay, so you don't want to come with us at play-time then!"

"Don't be stupid, I'd never miss the chance of playing with mum and Robin, but don't flip her switch until after the meal and speeches! You don't want grandpa Ron to get to her before we do, when we come back for the disco I'll tell mum to stay in your flat and we can send Grandpa over to see her, let him have a bit of fun as repayment for all the money and work he's put in on getting your flat ready for you and Robin."

The wedding took just over an hour, not a full wedding mass but three times longer than a standard wedding, I didn't really want it that way but we let the Bishop have his own way because we'd put him to a bit of trouble for our wedding and there were bits that dad wanted to do as well...dad could actually have married us, he'd passed qualifications to perform weddings before he left the seminary school way before I was born, he just never became a priest at the end of his studies.

The church looked beautiful, all families decorate the church before a wedding but that usually just means a few flowers, ribbons and candles. June had brought in workmen two weeks before the wedding, they had checked and repaired all of the plaster on the walls and then had repainted the walls from floor to roof, had the underside of the vaulting cleaned and re-varnished so that the whole building was gleaming. All of the pews had been rubbed down and varnished as well and a new lectern had been commissioned and named for the bishop of Northampton as a permanent reminder of the day.

Our family hadn't actually done the floral arrangements, the ladies of the church floral society had insisted on making the floral tributes to thank our family for the minor restoration we'd performed on the inside of the building.

The meal went well, we'd had a massive tent erected in the garden of the largest restaurant in the area and it just so happened that it was an easy walk from there to the flat that Robin and I would be starting our life together in after our honeymoon. There were funny speeches as well as serious ones from everyone and their aunty. And the moment of truth, as the restaurant staff were clearing away the dinner and getting the tent ready for the disco afterwards I said to my mum, "Well, are you ready to get changed into something more comfortable?"

"We can't all just leave your guests, you go and I'll stay here, when you get back back I'll get changed then."

"Potatoecrumble!"

There was that slow dimming of Isabella my uptight mother and the softening into Issy, my fun-loving mum. She grinned softly at me, "Are we going to play now?"

I grinned and nodded my head and mum, Dawn, Robin and I all walked over to my new flat, Peter spotted us all sneaking off and followed us. Mum was naked within seconds of walking through the front door, we all had to walk over discarded clothes strewn all across the hallway. I closed the door and then had to open it because Peter was knocking, "What's goin..." Peters jaw dropped when she saw mum, totally naked and launching in a kiss on my new husband, ripping at his jacket and shirt as she dragged him into our master bedroom. "...WOW!"

"You want to play too Peter?"

"Try and stop me!"

Dawn stepped between me and Peter, "I'll start with him, you go and help Robin getting mum under control before she damages his clothes."

I left Dawn and Peter in the hallway, Dawn kissing our brother as she undressed him. In my bedroom mum was on top of Robin, he wasn't undressed properly but mum was humping at his hips still covered in his underpants, mum was raining kisses down on Robin's lips as she humped in frustration at his encased cock. I stepped in to help, I managed to pull the front of his pants down and I guided his cock up into her cunt, as she felt his cock slide into her she went off like a rocket into a frenzied orgasm while I finished off undressing my husband.

All in all we were in my bedroom for an hour as we all took a little turn with each other, Peter and Robin had a rest while me, Dawn and mum had a three-way together, Dawn and I, teaching our mother all about giving pleasure to another woman as well as receiving that pleasure in return from another woman. I think Robin and Peter got more pleasure from watching the three of us girls fucking together than they got from fucking us themselves.

I was the one to come to my senses first, "Robin, we'd better get back to the party. We've got a hundred guests over there expecting us to lead the first dance!"

As Robin and I got dressed I heard my mother whisper to Dawn, "Don't switch me off after Ron's visit, I'll try to control myself a little but if I can't we need to just get help to tone me down a little..."

5,487 Words.

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