Chapter 26

We were up at 6 with breakfast finished at seven. We were on the road a few minutes later in my truck. Dad had changed out the mileage limiting farm for regular tags. The truck could go anywhere now, even if I could not drive it.

Dad was driving with me next to him and James next to me. Elsie, Carol and James were in the back seats. Metro was two hours away; it was a long ride with a couple of stops.

We arrived at Motel 8 at 9:30. I had paid for the room for last night and tonight so we could get early access to change clothes. Dad checked in - I figured it would look better if he did it.

We carried the clothes to the room and left the kids to get dressed while we went to the county court house to get the marriage license. We were a few minutes early; our appointment was at 10 and we were there at 9:50.

We stood at the window while the clerk filled it out. We both had questions to answer while he reviewed our birth certificates and made copies of them.

A few minutes later he handed all our paperwork back with the license on top.

“Been getting a lot of family marriages in the last few weeks - must be because of the possibility of the law changes,” the clerk said.

Back at the hotel I took a quick shower. I put on a new thong then shimmied into Mom’s wedding dress. I moved and shifted my boobs into place. One thing about this dress; it showed a lot of cleavage and barely covering my nipples. Matching thigh-high’s and white shoes finished it out.

I added Mom’s diamond necklace and earrings. The girls helped me put on a light makeup and light lipstick. Elsie took pictures and video. I gave the rings to Dad to put in his pocket. With the marriage license and our ID’s, we were off.

We arrived at the low fuss wedding in time to get the run-through on how things would be done. They had a couple of people there who were going to use our camera and video recorder so Carol and Elsie could be in place.

Dad was standing in his appointed place with Carol and Elsie to the right of the minister and Bob was standing to his left. With the wedding march playing, I slowly walked in with James escorting me.

“Dearly beloved friends and guest we are here today to join Mary and Sherman in holy matrimony. Who gives the bride away?” the minister said.

“I do,” James replied.

The rest of the ceremony was like a blur until the questions at the end.

“Do you Mary take Sherman to be your lawful wedded husband, for better or worse, to love and to cherish, to bear his children, until death do you part?”

“I do,” I said.

“Sherman, do you take Mary to be your lawful wedded wife for better or for worse, to love and cherish, to father her children until death do you part?”

“I do,” Dad said.

“Rings please,” he said. Carol gave him the rings.

“These rings are a symbol of a lifetime commitment, of enduring love and companionship,” he said.

He placed the rings on the first knuckle of my finger and on Dad’s and then we pushed them on simultaneously until they were fully seated.

“I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride,” he said.

I thought Dad was swallow my tongue for a moment, followed by a hug that lifted me off the floor.

I had to dry tears of joy and so did Elsie and Carol.

We posed for pictures as husband and wife while hugging and kissing. Then there were more pictures with the girls and boys.

They printed off a few pictures they had taken even though they were taking some with our own equipment for us to carry home. We would get a small photo album in a few days from them.

With everybody paid and tipped we went back to the motel to change. The ride home was just too long to make in suits and fancy dresses.

We stopped at a restaurant for lunch and headed home. At home Dad carried me across the threshold and into the bedroom. The official consummation would come later.

Good clothes were put away, the wedding dress would go to the cleaners and into the cedar chest once more, the jewelry put away.

Livestock needed to be checked, supper made and things were back to normal.

After supper I showered and put on a baby doll outfit I had purchased at the box store and waited in the living room. It hid nothing, it said I am yours come fuck me and I am ready.

There were whistles and catcalls from Bob, James, Elsie and Carol. Dad came out to get me and join in. He picked me up, carried me into the bedroom, stood me beside the bed and went back to close the door.

“You better be gentle, she is my mother after all,” James said. That brought laughs from everyone.

Gentle sex it was. Dad made love to every part of my body starting with the tip of my nose and I returned every kiss, every hug. We both had two orgasms with a quick shower and washout. I fell asleep with arms around me.

I woke up at midnight to go pee and we made love again. Slow and gentle, and then finished with another orgasm.

We woke up at 6 and showered, only to end back in bed. Dad and I were still working on another orgasm when I heard frying pans on the stove. One of the girls decided they were going to fix breakfast.

Pancakes, eggs, bacon and sausage with orange juice were served on a tray by the four of them.

“We figured you may need energy to get out of bed. Did you go to sleep at all?” Elsie asked.

We took the empty trays and joined them at the table.

“Tonight you girls work with the dildos again. Carol, if you are up to it we may help you with doing a three-some. Dad in your pussy, Bob in your ass with James deep throating you,” I said then added, “Elsie and I are camera girls.”

“OK, that sounds great,” Carol said.

“James, the discussion we had - do you have an answer or do you need more time?” I asked.

“No. I ‘m sure I can do it. I got an erection while thinking about it so I am sure, plus it was not the first time. She is hot,” James said.

“OK, I will try to set things up,” I said.

Dad and James went to check the livestock and load the Pete to carry another load to the mill. Then they were going to stop by the dealers to see if the pick list of defects had been corrected on the used combine.

Dad came in just before leaving for town. I gave him a smoldering kiss and hugs.

“I love you, be careful,” I said.

Dad and James had only been gone 30 minutes when Linda drove in the yard.

“Is it a good time to play?” Linda asked.

“Yes but I need to shower. What play did you want to do today?” I asked.

“The dildos again, adding the next larger to see if I have the courage,” Linda replied.

“OK, but why don’t we up the ante a little. Can you clean your lower bowel out and try the small dildo there?” I said.

“OK, least I can do is try,” Linda said.

“First order of business is the clean-out then,” I said.

In the bathroom I explained the enema bag, its operation and function. I wasn’t sure if I needed to but with the modern times everything in that arena was a pill out of a bottle to loosen it up or plug it up. So I played safe and did it.

While Linda was going through the process, I got the dildos out and washed them again. I got the 6, 7, 7.5, 8 and 8.5. I placed lube and a condom on the counter for the 6 that she would try to fit in her ass.

When she was finished I cleaned-out as well then we both showered. I used the wand to remove the spend that Dad left this morning. I didn’t know if she was planning with oral on me but it may not be good for her to taste semen.

I started first again, taking one after another to the latex balls. When I finished with the 8.5 Linda started. Linda gave up on the 8.5 with less than a half inch to go.

“You have done very well for just starting out. You will not have any trouble throating Bob. By the way, he is excited to have sex and be your lover,” I said.

“Do you want your first time to be a two-hole experience or a three hole one?” I said.

“I’m not sure. I have never done anal. Do you think Bob has?” I said.

“I’m sure of it,” I said.

“Since it will be your first time with him I would go for oral and normal sex and save the anal for the second or third time after you are more comfortable with each other. That will also allow you a little more time to learn to stretch and relax back there by using the dildos,” I said.

“So you think he will want me more than one time?” Linda asked.

“I am sure of it. Most young men are insatiable, he will be no different,” I said.

“Start with the small dildo and suck all of them again and then we will do the butt one,” I said as I went to get the lube shooter and lube.

Linda went through all of them the same as the first time and still lacking that last half inch.

I filled the lube shooter half way. With just the six inch I didn’t think the full dose was needed. Lubed up and with the dildo lubed, Linda bent over and backed up on the dildo as she had seen me do.

“Go easy, apply a little pressure, relax then pull off a little and back on and hold steady pressure against,” I said as I was holding in the proper position.

“Spread your legs a little,” I said as I reached in between them and started playing with her clit, trying to get her to relax.

A few minutes later three inches were in and I was no longer needing to hold it in place, getting my hand out of the way.

“It’s in a lot! I can feel it stretching me. It feels like a good stretch,” Linda said.

Then she was against the wall and excited, “It’s a different feeling, I like it,” Linda said.

“I can tell it’s getting easier and looser- there is no pain like I thought there would be. Do you think I can move to the next size today?” Linda said.

“That’s up to you but it is best not to try to get too big too quickly,” I said.

“The next I have is just a little longer - half of an inch - and a little bigger in diameter - an 1/8 I think. I’ll get it ready. Keep moving and stroking to keep the hole loose,” I said.

An eighth of an inch may not sound like much; the 6 inch was one inch in diameter or just a little over three inches if you put a tape around it. The inch and an eighth was almost four. That is a big stretch on a tiny hole that was not used to things going in (or out) of that size.