We were soaking in the moment of realization that I was her daughter and she was now my mother, well, in the legal sense.
“I’ve waited for this day for a long time.” I looked over to Margaret and saw a tear running down her face. “I had tried so many times to get you two to see how much you loved each other.”
“What?” I was baffled by her words.
“All the setups, the little remarks.” She waved a hand at me, like my question was stupid. “You two couldn’t see what was right in front of you and you needed a push. Don’t tell me that my trying to set up Greg didn’t put a little kick in you.”
“I just thought you didn’t like me…”
“Oh, honey,” She turned towards me and cupped my face in her hands. “You’re the missing link to this family. We would be nothing without you.”
She wiped away her tears and sat up straighter.
“Now, for this marriage thing. I don’t like that you two did it on your own.” Her voice became disapproving.
“It was a Vegas wedding, I promise, you missed nothing.”
The gasp that came from her made me feel like Margaret was a southern belle and was used to making remarks when she saw such scandalous behavior, as though it was her job.
“That won’t do.” She shook her head not at me but at herself. “We’ll need to get something set up at the church here. Pastor Charles will be more than willing to redo your vows. He owes me a favor.”
She got up from the seat abruptly and started talking to herself as she made her way inside. “We’ll need flowers and some invitations. Oh! A dress! David! Clear my schedule for the weekend. I’m going to have to go into the city to pick up supplies!”
Margaret’s shouts could be heard as she made her way to her bedroom in the back of the house.
“Woman!” David’s only response to her caused me to go into a fit of giggles as a loud bang signaled the closing of their door and David’s soon shutting Margaret up. How, I didn’t want to know, I just knew for the rest of the night we wouldn’t be seeing them.
“Now you’ve sent her into a frenzy.” Greg came out onto the patio and took the seat next to me. He pulled the blanket over himself and moved me so that I was sitting in his lap. “But I’m glad we’re alone.”
Greg planted a kiss on me that I expected would be quick since we were at his parents, but it was the complete opposite. It consumed me. I hooked my arms around his neck and rubbed my hands over his head, loving the feeling of his new buzz. I moved to straddled him under the blanket, but Greg picked me up and turned me around so that I was sitting in his lap with my back to his front. My dress rode up as he pulled my thighs apart. Greg wrapped and arm around my waist to hoist my up further so that I felt his cock sitting against my ass.
“When did you whip that out?” I tried not to laugh at Greg’s enthusiasm, but I kept looking over my shoulder to Delilah and Jack cleaning up dinner while we sat outside.
“I’m a magician,” he whispered roughly in my ear. “Pull your panties to the side and get ready doll.”
I did as I was told and felt him enter me in one thrust. I tried not to jerk forward at the fast movement. I couldn’t have if I had wanted to. Greg held my torso close to his chest so that I couldn’t move at all. I didn’t have any control in this.
“So,” he nipped at my ear, “is that what you want? A new wedding? A new dress? Vows? Family?”
He had been listening to my conversation with his mother. The way he asked though made it seem like I had regretted the ceremony rather than the actual marriage, which wasn’t true. I didn’t need an over the top ceremony, I wanted the over the top declaration of love. There was a difference.
“Greg.” He thrust into me again. “It was never about the ceremony.”
“Hmm.” Greg hummed into my ear.
“I want the fairy tale. I do.” I reached down between us and placed my hand on the base of his cock to stop him. I turned my head around to look him in the eyes while I held him. “But what I wanted the most was for it to be genuine. I wanted everyone to see the love that is between us, not just keep it closed away like we have been.”
He moved his free hand down to where mine was holding onto his cock and tightened his grip on me.
“Is this not genuine?” He moved my hand up and down with his.
“That’s not what I mean, Greg. I want the rainbows-and-butterflies proposal. I want to be on display. I don’t want to be hidden in the back or to be some forgotten memory.”
“Don’t. Ever. Think. That.” His words were harsh as he pumped himself up and down with my hand at each word. I moaned at the feeling. “You are every memory. I’ll always remember.”
He latched his lips onto my neck. The sliding door behind us opened and Greg’s hands were off me immediately, but he didn’t pull out. He sat us both up straight and kept his cock inside of me as Delilah and Jack both took the seats across from us.
“We probably won’t be seeing mom and dad for the rest of the night.” Jack took a draw from the beer he was holding. “You two look cozy.”
