Eternally Bound Pt. 04

Her silver strapless dress looked absolutely spectacular: A glimmering floor-length gown that had a layered skirt and a sexy beaded corset that gave Mom's hourglass figure an extra boost. The addition of her diamond bracelets and my Swarovski crystal aquamarine drop necklace confirmed my mother as the most regal of queens.

Shortly after 6pm Mom made her way down the stairs, presenting herself in all of her stunning glory. I was speechless, smitten by the radiating beauty I saw before me. She was somewhat shy, but she found her confidence with each step she took toward me. Already dressed in my tuxedo, I stood in awe of my gorgeous mother. Blushing, Mom reached me as we stared at one another with knowing smiles.

"I have never seen a more beautiful woman in my entire life," I said, offering my hand to her. "Dear God, I love you."

With that, I kissed the back of her hand as Mom stepped in to my embrace.

"You make me feel like a queen, Christopher," she whispered back.

I loved how the silver material contrasted with her deep golden tan. My cock was instantly rock-solid seeing my beautiful mother like this.

"My queen," I added. "Crowned as my true love."

Mom sighed, giving me a light kiss.

"Oh God, yes," she breathed.

The doorbell rang, interrupting our perfect moment.

"That's the car," I said as I walked Mom to the door.

We had a wonderful dinner at the Wharf. I had reserved a private room where we enjoyed a bottle of Sauvignon Blanc, this time ordering a bottle from the year Mom was born. Our waitress even complimented us as we arrived, saying what a good-looking couple we made. I swelled with pride, feeling a sense of accomplishment and awe that this woman I was with was my mother. Mom and I thanked the innocent waitress, sharing a sly smile.

"If she only knew," Mom said under her breath as I proudly took her arm in mine.

After dinner, when we arrived at the yacht Mom and I were welcomed with all smiles. The crew showed us around, serving us drinks as we sailed around the harbor. Mom couldn't help but gush over how much she loved the luxurious perks of being a member of the Group.

With the sun was setting, the clear sky gave us a picturesque vista from our private cruise. Mom and I stood on the bow with her in front of me as I cradled her from behind. I nuzzled her bare shoulder lovingly, admiring the texture of her skin and its mouthwatering taste. Mom basked in the tenderness of the moment, swaying with the gentle waves of the water below.

"I could spend the rest of my life right here, just like this," she commented.

I froze, amazed at the near-perfect opening Mom had just given me. Prior to our cruise, I had arranged with the yacht concierge to actually give Mom my ring. Since the concierge was a trusted friend of mine from the Group, she knew who Mom and I were, and she knew that I was proposing to Mom on this night.

"Ms. Monroe?" a female voice softly interrupted Mom's reverie.

Mom turned to see our lovely concierge holding a gold platter with a cloche upon it.

"This just arrived for you. I believe it's from your son," she added.

There was genuine surprise all over Mom's face as she lifted the cloche to reveal a small jewelry box. Instantly knowing what it was, delight and elation exploded from within her and she immediately leapt into my arms.

"Oh God, I knew it, I just knew it, honey!" Mom screamed in joy. "You don't even have to ask-Yes, yes, yes, a million times yes!"

I insisted on tradition, dropping to one knee as I took her hand faithfully in mine. Tears were already flowing down Mother's face.

"Mother, I have loved you as long as I can remember," I started.

Frightened, Mom promptly looked to our concierge, unsure if she knew we were related.

"It's okay, she knows," I assured her. "She from the Group; she knows."

"It's okay, Ms. Monroe," the concierge confirmed. "Really. I've done this before, so I get it."

Mom sighed with relief as tears began to well up in her eyes. Mom covered her face with her hands as she openly wept.

"I've dreamed of you, loved you, and now I'd like to ask you to join me as my wife," I implored. "Would you give your son this honor and be my first and only spouse?"

Overwhelmed with emotion, Mom wiped her eyes as she nodded yes repeatedly.

"My God, yes," she cried. "How could I say no?"

Leaping into my arms once more, she kissed me and I tasted the salty tears on her lips. While I had been sure she would say yes, it still amazed me that I had asked my mother to marry me.

"God, that is so romantic," noted our concierge. "True love rocks."

Mom and I giggled, thanking her as she turned to leave. I released Mom so I could slide on her new ring.

"Look at our birthstones," I whispered lovingly. "I had them leave an empty setting in case we have a baby."

Mom welled up again, overcome by my hopes for marriage and for a subsequent pregnancy. She covered her mouth as tears cascaded down her face in a flood of emotion. The wind over the ocean and the light from the setting sun gave Mother an angelic, almost supernatural, glow. Of course, Mom would always be perched on my pedestal of eternal worship, but this very moment-this image of my mother-was eternally forged in my mind. I was whole.

The staff had prepared the presidential bedroom for us, and that was where I made tender love to my new fiance. The surreal knowledge that I was going to marry Beth gave our lovemaking a deeper sense of purpose that night. I was incredibly, acutely aware of every aspect of those precious, seemingly eternal minutes: The smell of our combined releases, our mingled tastes on my tongue, the lift and expansion of her ribcage against my encircling arms as I held her just below her breasts, the slight sweatiness and stickiness of our skin, her back to my front, the gentle rustling of skin against the sheets of the bed as we shifted our positions, the constant sway of the ocean below us, the very faint sound of the yacht's engines, far-off outside noises of the winds and water. It all melded together into a warm fusion of sheer perfection between two people so desperately in love with one another. So sweet was the instant, I still remember it with almost perfect clarity.

CHAPTER 30 - SOUL PROVIDER

"Congratulations, Mr. Monroe," said the sharply dressed businessman as he shook my hand.

"Thank you so much!" I replied, returning his handshake with a genuine smile.

"We'll definitely look forward meeting the wife and having some fun here at the firm," he continued, walking me to the door.

"Not yet," I corrected. "The big date is in June."

"Oh, great! I'm sure Ed and the wife plan on going."

"Oh yeah," I answered.

Thanks to some well-timed posting on the Group's message boards, I was introduced to a small investment banking firm in town who were looking for some help. Finance was only my minor at school, but this gig paid a nice six-figure salary. The owner, Ed, was a member of the Group and just so happened to be secretly married to his mother too. It was an interesting situation as Ed was in his mid-50s and his mother was well into her 70s. I felt I was getting a sneak peek at Mom and I in thirty years!

Two months had passed since Mom had accepted my proposal on the yacht, and we had most of the wedding planned out. Mom had purchased her dress and was busy arranging all the details and arrangements for our ceremony. I could often see the joy and fun she was having planning our wedding. I knew how much it meant to her as I remembered all the times when she would see a film or an ad with a wedding scene and wistfully tell me about her lifelong dream of being a beautiful, blushing bride. Of course, little did she know her comments and daydreams would evolve into my muse. And while it may have taken her 37 years, Mother was finally being rewarded for her patience.

Of course, Shannon was the first person we invited. Mom even asked to her to walk her down the aisle, and Shannon had eagerly agreed. I also got a chance to help write the invitations, which read:

BECAUSE YOU HAVE BELIEVED IN US, CELEBRATED WITH US, LOVED AND ENCOURAGED US, BECAUSE YOU HAVE SHARED IN OUR LIVES AND SUPPORTED OUR SACRED LOVE, WE,

CHRISTOPHER R. MONROE - AND - ELISABETH M. MONROE

REQUEST THE PLEASURE OF YOUR COMPANY AT OUR MARRIAGE

SUNDAY, THE ELEVENTH OF JUNE AT HALF PAST FOUR IN THE AFTERNOON

THE FORBIDDEN CUPOLA KONA, HAWAII

RECEPTION TO FOLLOW

The location for our ceremony was a large, lush, green meadow that sat atop a beautiful thousand-foot bluff overlooking the Pacific Ocean on private property owned by one of the members of the Group. My boss, Ed, had done some business with him over the years and the venue came highly recommended. Mom and I had gotten to know many of our guests online, but what we found out was that they also coordinate their committee meetings whenever there was a Group get-together.

With the final head count and catering menu finalized, Mom and I approached our big date with understandable anxiety. While we still slept together, Mom and I agreed to hold off on sex for the three weeks preceding our wedding night. That even meant no jerking off-absolutely nothing sexual. While I was beside myself, Mom wanted the absence to build up a ravenous amount of fiery lust and desire for our wedding night.

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Finally, at long last... the much-anticipated day came when I would consummate my lifelong aspiration and take my mother's hand in sacred marriage. Mom and I agreed not to see each other for two days beforehand in order to build even more anticipation. As I hadn't even seen the dress she chose, I was desperately anxious to see my motherly bride.

The setting for our ceremony was absolutely stunning. We had everything decked out with vibrant Hawaiian flowers. Everyone wore leis, and a small two-piece band played our favorite love songs on their ukuleles. The sun shone bright as the late afternoon winds graced us with a gentle breeze. Everything had to be taken to the bluff for our wedding, but Mom had a private bridal tent just for her to prepare in.

When I saw finally saw Shannon exit Mom's tent, she had a knowing grin on her face. I had seen that look before and I called her out on it.

"There's someone I'd like for you to meet," she said.

"And who's that?" I asked.

Shannon turned to open the tent curtain as a tall, fine-looking man strode out of it.

"Chris, this is your cousin Derin. Derin, this is Chris," said Shannon.

My jaw hit the ground. I couldn't believe who I was looking at. The man who Mom lost her virginity to. Her first love. What would usually lead to jealousy and rage was met with only respect and admiration. Mom didn't raise me to be the jealous type, anyway.

"Chris, it's great seeing you again buddy," Derin said, shaking my hand with a genuine smile. "You are one lucky guy."

Shannon quickly explained that she'd found Derin to help bring Mom closure on their relationship. The ensuing conversations between Shannon and Derin helped get him to the wedding, where Shannon acted as counselor between them, helping to bring reconciliation and resolution to the greatest mystery of Mom's life.

"Hey, look, I'm seriously happy for you guys," Derin assured me. "I know this all seems weird, but Shannon only wanted to help your mother."

"Oh I know, it's all good," I answered sincerely. "Believe me, I know what you mean to her, and I'm not one bit jealous."

"Really?" asked Derin, astonished but impressed that I wasn't angry.

"Yeah, absolutely," I went on. "Without you, I don't think Mom and I would have ever happened."

"See, what did I tell you?" beamed Shannon to Derin. "Very wise for his years."

"Wow, thanks," Derin replied. "I honestly wasn't sure what to expect."

We had a great conversation for about a half an hour, and I felt completely at peace with him being here. We shared quite a few laughs on the backward dynamics of our family, but mostly got to know one another in the short time given before Shannon interjected.

"Chris, honey, your mother asked for something that would mean the absolute world to her," she began. "And if you say no, we completely understand since you guys just met."

"It's okay, what is it?"

"She asked Derin to give her away instead of me," Shannon asked with an uneasy smile.

"Oh, yeah, that's fine by me!" I said. "Makes more sense, actually."

"Are you sure, man?" Derin asked, putting his hand on my back.

"Yeah, that's fine," I answered as Derin extended his hand in a welcoming offer. "Really, I meant what I said: Neither of us would be here if it weren't for you."

As I shook his hand, Derin complimented my maturity and wisdom. Our chat continued until just a few moments before the service began, when I finally got to see the woman who I was about to commit the rest of my life to. Mom sauntered out in an absolutely stunning wedding dress to the foot of the aisle, where Derin waited for her. She took his arm as the ukuleles began playing Canon in D in a slow, melodic pace.

Mother had chosen a strapless gown that had been tailored to give just the right push that accented each and every curve of her Junoesque body. Of course, the corset she wore helped bump up Mother's deep cleavage to leave me spellbound. She knew as I did that her breasts would transfix me, especially as my Swarovski necklace dangled dangerously close to the crest of her bottomless cleavage. I couldn't help but think back to the first time Mom let me slide my cock between her breasts and titty-fuck her.

Momentarily retreating into memories, I thought back to how much Mom loved staring up at me when I would fuck her tits. She loved watching my wild, varying facial reactions as I watched the engorged head of my cock dive deep between her cleavage over and over again. I remembered cumming all over Mom's smooth breasts, bathing the necklace and cleavage with flooding rivers of my hot seed. I'll never forget Mom staring up at me after I came, taking off the necklace and dipping it into the pool of my cum in her cleavage as if it were fondue.

She brought the cum-glazed necklace to her wide-open mouth, lowering it while keeping her eyes on mine. Helpless, but so curious, I watched in speechless awe as she began slowly pulling the necklace out, letting her lips clean off all traces of my semen. Link by link, she was savoring the seed of her son with shameless abandon. Her low, hungry moans complimented each lustful slurp.

Once she had finished cleaning her necklace I had kissed my mother's lips with renewed appreciation and a curiosity of what my semen tasted like. I had never experienced anything quite so spellbinding before.

CHAPTER 31 - ETERNALLY BOUND

"There truly is something so deeply profound about a mother's love for her son," Shannon began as she stood in front of our guests at the reception.

"I have always believed a man's first true love is his mother, and we are here today because a mother and her son had the courage to accept that powerful truth.

"I think everyone here knows how much of a sucker I am for romance, including how I cry during McDonald's commercials, but on this day this amazing couple, Chris and Beth,"-Shannon turned to us-"your love gives us all hope and inspiration."

Mom and I had taken our seats along with the other guests as dinner was being served. I felt Mom's hand take mine under the table as Shannon continued her unscripted "best man" speech. As we settled in, I took a quick look over at the guests, seeing the beautiful Polynesian salesgirl Kamiya from the jewelry store back in San Diego. Beside her was an older man with his arm around her. I smiled, knowing my boss Ed had succeeded in hooking up the father and daughter.

"Chris and Beth truly made something very special happen. And when I heard Beth say those vows 'I take thee, my son Christopher, to be my devoted husband and son,' I just lost it. Hearing those words come from a mother to her son is... beyond priceless."

Shannon paused to wipe her tears away. Mom's fingers entwined with mine as she, too, was tearing up.

"We know just how sacred these relationships are," continued Shannon, glancing at us again. "To think about all the tortured souls who went to their graves with such love to give breaks my heart. All of the sons and mothers, fathers and daughters who only wanted to share in the timeless honor of loving someone. Chris and Beth, your accomplishment is for all of us, past and present. And to know I had a hand in helping lead a son back to his one and only true love is an honor I'll treasure until the day I die."

"Chris, I know tonight you will adore your beautiful mother in her bridal bed," Shannon added.

"Beth, love your husband as only a mother can. And may your marriage be an inspiration to us all." She finished by coming over to us for a hug.

Mom and Shannon were in tears, sharing a tender embrace with a few kisses. I stood to join them as the emotion swept over the three of us.

As the reception dinner began, Mom and I met many of our online friends who had faithfully championed us over the past year. It was great to finally put faces to the names. And after a few minutes, I was able to introduce Mom to Kamiya as the woman who sold me her wedding ring.

"Kamiya, hey!" I said, once again noticing the happy older man beside her. "You're here!"

"Absolutely," she remarked. "And you should have said that big-ass ring was for your mother!"

We laughed as she then introduced me to the middle-aged man she had in tow.

"This is my father, Jeff," she said as I shook his hand, "...who I'm marrying next April!"

Kamiya then brought both hands down to her stomach, showing off a very pregnant look.

"Oh, now that's awesome!" I said.

"Hi Jeff," Mom said, introducing herself. "You have a beautiful daughter."

"I do," he replied. "And a beautiful family."

He lovingly hugged Kamiya and then placed his open hand on hers that still cradled her pregnant belly.

"When are you due?" Mom asked.

"About eight weeks from now," Kamiya answered. "It's a boy."

I felt Mom's hand clutch mine, interlocking her fingers through mine lovingly. Mom looked to me with doting love, and I could tell she wanted this for herself.

Kamiya and Jeff congratulated us they went to the nearby buffet. As Mom and I made our way back to our seats, she said she had invited Shannon to the private cabana across the property that we were honeymooning in. It was an open-air cabana that could be buttoned up in case of rain. Like our ceremony venue, it also sat atop a bluff overlooking the ocean, remote and isolated, just as we had asked the owner for. Both Mom and I wanted no power, no internet, and no attachments to the outside world. Just a plush king-sized bed, a porter to bring us our meals and change our sheets, and 100 percent isolation.

Our only outfits would be robes and simple chitons. Our private cabana was near a private manmade stairway cut straight out from the volcanic rock that led down to a private sandy beach below. Tall, towering rocks on either side would ensure our privacy. Mom could sun all day like she loved to do and we could make love on the beach whenever the mood struck us. But for ten straight days, it would be just my mother and I, our bed, and our marital love to keep us company.

That evening after the reception was over, a gorgeous Polynesian female guide, complete with a grass skirt, long dark hair and colorful lei, led us to our cabana with a fire torch as our only light. It was a fun mini-expedition that took us through the Hawaiian wilderness before we reached a meadow. Mom and I were giddy like two teenagers over this unique and covert journey to our honeymoon pad. In the clearing, we could see the candlelight inside our cabana where two beautiful female Hawaiian chaperons awaited.