‘They looked so cute together,’ thought Mary as she watched them proceed down the aisle. David was looking at everyone and saying hi. Michelle was...in deep concentration trying to make sure she had enough flowers to spread over the entire length of the aisle. The music soon changed from a beautiful processional music to hear comes the bride. ‘It’s time Daddy,’ Mary whispered to her father. With a smile and a look at each other, they began to walk in unison down the aisle. Mary looked straight. There was a foot stool next to the chair, which I figured was there specifically to ease the fucking of a young boy’s cock into his mother’s mouth. Timmy took the hint and stood on the stool then he lovingly shoved his dripping, half-hard cock into my face-hole. My son’s fat dick-head fit in my mouth perfectly to my surprise and it made its way past my jaw and down my throat until I had at least seven inches of cock-meat in my gullet. My ten-year-old son stared into my eyes as he began sliding. Think about it over dinner."With that he stood up, unzipped his trousers, took out his cock and masturbated over me. I was too traumatised to notice until he started to cum all over me.We ate in silence. My mind was in turmoil. I faced never seeing my c***dren again or destroying my sisters life. I could see no way out. My c***dren were the only thing left in my life. I would do anything to protect that relationship.After dinner my husband asked me for my answer. "What's it to be slut? Are we. I was frustrated at first because I thought that she was going to shout at me but I noticed that she didn’t care as she knew that reaching the cupboard was difficult for me. I took this to my advantage and started rubbing between her ass while I was taking the jar. I reached for the jar slowly. When I finally gave it to her she continued with her work. I waited there some more time thinking that she would call me again for some help but she didn’t. I thought that she was interested but I.