Sonya carefully removed the hot rollers from her hair. The honey-colored mass fell well past her shoulders in thick curls. She began combing it and then pulling it up and away from her face, securing it with pins.

She swiveled around in the chair at her vanity and smiled. Her wedding gown was spread out on the bed, made of the finest silk that money could buy. The dropped neckline was trimmed with iridescent sequins and edged with fine hand-woven lace: a spectacular diamond necklace her fiancé had given her would set it off; and it had a cathedral-length train. The bodice was cut to fit smooth, and it had capped sleeves. The veil was fingertip-length, and would be anchored to her head by a delicate tiara.

The ensemble was breathtaking. And why not? Sonya was marrying J. Francis Hughes, a corporate CEO of a large company. He had paid for the dress, and he could well afford to give Sonya everything money could buy.

If only Dash didn't show up. Sonya bit her lip, worrying. Dash, her ex, would surely have read her wedding announcement in the paper. Sonya had known that she and Dash would never make it in the long run - the only thing they'd had in common was incredi-ble sex. That was why when Dash had proposed to her, she had declined. And he swore he would make her sorry.

For Dylan's sake, she hoped he didn't show up. Dylan was the only good thing that had ever come out of her relationship with Dash. He was their son, and he had just turned twelve. Dash had left Sonya when Dylan was three, and Dylan didn't remember him. He looked upon 'Frankie' as he called J. Francis, as his father.

Now, at the age of thirty-two, Sonya was finally happy and getting married.

The door suddenly burst open and framed in the doorway was Dash.

Sonya leapt from her chair and snatched up her silk robe to cover her near naked body.

"Dash, what the hell are you doing here?"

"I want to see my son."

"He's in the playroom, and you have no right to come barging into Francis' home..."

Sonya trailed off as she noticed that Dash was dressed in a suit. Dash saw her face and said, "No, I'm not a guest, but how do you think I got in? I told the maid who answered the door that I was. Now, tell me where the playroom is, and I'll collect Dylan and go."

"You are not taking my son out of this house."

"He's my son, too, you know."

"You walked out on me nine years ago, when I turned down your marriage proposal. You haven't been to see Dylan since, and he looks upon Francis as a father. He's only twelve - you can't just barge in and disrupt his life now! He's well-adjusted."

"I can't believe what you and your soon-to-be husband have done with that child. From what I've been told from friends, you have him going to that prissy private school, Our Lady of... um..."

"Our Lady of the Immaculate Conception," Sonya supplied the name.

"And playing the damned violin, and now I've been told that he speaks French fluently! He should be wearing jeans and playing football, not acting like a pansy!"

"Dylan is a very well-rounded little boy," Sonya replied. "And you are not taking him. Now, if I offer you some money, will you go away?"

"I'm not after money, Sonya. I have money of my own. But maybe there is something you could do to persuade me to leave... without Dylan..."

His gaze went to the bed and the gorgeous wedding gown spread upon it.

Sonya knew exactly what he was thinking, and as she looked at the bulge in his pants, she couldn't deny the dampness between her legs and the lure of one last tryst.

She dropped the robe, and stood there in nothing but her lacy bra, matching panties, white silk stockings, and the lace and silk garter on her left thigh.

Dash's gaze grew hot and he lifted Sonya in his arms and laid her on the bed, right on top of the wedding gown.

"I'm going to fuck you on top of your wedding gown," Dash growled in Sonya's ear. "And you're going to enjoy every damned second of it."

He spread Sonya's legs apart with his knee as he kissed her deeply. Her tongue snaked out to twine with his, and she reached down to fumble with the fastening on his trousers, and get them open. She slid her hand inside, under the waistband of his boxers, to wrap her fingers around his hot, hard cock.

Dash groaned deep in his throat and slipped a hand in between her legs and yanked aside the gusset of her panties. He diddled her gooey cunt expertly. Her pussy was sizzling.

"You like that, don't you, Sonya? You remember what it was like when I finger-fucked you," he panted, as Sonya moaned.

Sonya was going crazy. She wanted Dash's cock inside her so badly.

Dash then lowered his head to lap at her sopping cunt-slit. She moaned in ecstasy, grasping his head and humping her twat into his face. Francis had licked her cunt plenty of times, but never once had he brought her to the heights of pleasure that Dash was bringing her to now.

Dash sucked her little pulsing clit into his mouth and Sonya came, gushing cunt cream all over his face.

He lifted his head, the lower half of his face glistening with pussy juice. He yanked down his trousers.

"Get on your hands and knees, Sonya," he ordered.

Sonya did as he told her, and Dash positioned himself behind her and thrust heavily into her hot cunt from behind.

Sonya moaned loudly at the deep penetration. Dash began pounding his cock into her cunt with jackhammer strokes.

God, it felt so good! Dash had always been an expert in bed. He continued fucking her, Sonya was alternately moaning and screaming in ecstasy, and then Dash pulled his cock from her pussy and slammed it into her upraised asshole.

Sonya screamed in pure pleasure.

Dash began sliding his cock in and out of her tight brown hole, reveling in the tightness of her sweet little asshole.

Suddenly the door opened. Dash realized he'd forgotten to lock it, but he couldn't stop now.

Little Dylan stood in the doorway, surprise on his face. "Mom?" he said uncertainly, watching as the man who seemed vaguely familiar stroked his thing in and out of his mother's butt.

"Shut the door, Dylan," Sonya managed to gasp. "Lock it."

Dylan began to pull it shut and step back out into the hallway.

"No, Dylan," Dash said, "come back in here and shut the door."

Dylan hesitantly stepped into the room, and Sonya noticed a lump in the crotch of his pants.

Dash suddenly roared as he shot his wad into Sonya's asshole.

Sonya collapsed forward, breathing hard as Dash rolled away from her.

Dylan frowned a little at the man who had just been doing something to his mother.

"Who's he, Mom?"

"This is your daddy, Dylan."

Belligerently, Dylan replied, "Frankie's my daddy."

"No, he's not!" Dash shouted.

Dylan jumped and Sonya turned angrily on Dash. "Don't scare him! He's very sensi-tive." She held out her arms. "Come here to Mama, Dylan."

Dylan climbed onto the bed and Sonya cradled him against her chest. She pulled down the cup of her bra and Dash watched in disbelief as Dylan began sucking her nipple.

"What the hell?" Dash exclaimed.

Sonya smiled as she held Dylan's head tenderly to her tit.

"I've been nursing Dylan as long as he's been alive. You can nurse forever as long as you have someone to nurse. When I nurse Dylan, it always makes him feel better."

Dylan switched nipples and Sonya sighed in pleasure as her son sucked milk from her tits.

She shifted as Dylan drained her tits and then turned over onto her stomach. Cum was still leaking from her asshole.

"Want to suck Daddy's cum from Mama's shitter, honey?" Sonya crooned to Dylan.

Without a word, Dylan leaned down and began licking Sonya's shitter, lapping up the cum that Dash had deposited in there.

Dash watched, his mouth hanging open.

"Well, Sonya, you nasty little whore. Do you fuck him, too?"

"Of course. I suck his cock and swallow his cum, and he licks and sucks my cunt and shitter, and we fuck, too."

Sonya smiled at Dash. "Dylan, honey, fuck Mama."

Dylan needed no encouragement. He freed his straining cock - a good size for a twelve-year-old boy - from his pants and let Sonya turn over onto her back. Then he got on top of her and began plunging his cock in and out, in and out - Dash watched, enraptured, as the two got a good rhythm going.

"Oh, yes, Dylan! Fuck Mama's little pussy, honey! Give me you hot jizz!"

Dylan fucked his cock in and out of his mother's cunt, as she thrust upward to meet his down thrusts. She was moaning and whimpering, and Dash couldn't believe what he was seeing or the fact that Sonya was getting so much pleasure from her son's dick.

Dylan suddenly gasped, "Oh, God! Mama! Mama, I'm going to cum!"

"Cum!" Sonya screeched. "Cum! Cum in Mama's hot pussy, Dylan!"

As Dylan shot a load into Sonya's pussy, Sonya came, gushing pussy juice all over Dylan's cock.

Dash was fisting his cock, and it was hard again. To Sonya's surprise, Dylan crawled over to Dash and took his cock in his mouth.

Dash groaned as he fucked his son's face with his cock. Dylan seemed to be an expert cocksucker.

"God, Dylan," Dash groaned. "Want to swallow Daddy's cum?"

Dylan kept sucking strongly as Dash pumped his hips into his face.

Within minutes, Dash was cumming, and Dylan was swallowing his daddy's cum.

"Where did you learn to suck cock, Dylan?" Sonya asked.

"I've been sucking Frankie's cock since you started dating him, Mom," Dylan replied.

They looked down at Sonya's soiled wedding gown lying beneath them, stained with cum and pussy juice and rumpled beyond recognition.

Then Sonya grinned devilishly at two of her favorite boys. "Maybe we should ask Francis to join us..."

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