Everyone in town was still in disbelief to hear that the McGill girl was getting married today. For years, people in the small farming town of Lubbell had joked that not even a blind man would marry Judith McGill. She had arms as big as hams, a prodigious bosom, and long, black hair.
However, her Rubenesque figure was not enough to distract from her less-than-attractive face. The young lady had a pair of beady black eyes set inside of a chunky face with two chins. Also, either due to lack of grooming or genetics, she had a thick monobrow, a hairy upper lip, and hairy forearms.
The lucky man to marry her was not blind, but a wiry young man named Donald Gilbert. A lanky young man of 23 who'd lost his parents three years ago in a car accident. He'd been dating Judith since they were in high school, and, now, she would be his wife.
Even though the wedding was a small event, more than half of the town had shown up to witness the union. The humble, yet beautiful ceremony was followed by an equally beautiful and humble reception, held in the reception hall of the church. The young couple had been showered with gifts, cash, and well-wishes from their neighbors.
If there was anyone more excited about the marriage than the bride and groom, it had to be the bride's mother, Bertha McGill.
Even as she was driving home in her beat up 1998 Chevrolet Blazer, which was laden with wedding gifts, she was grinning with anticipation of the happiness that would come from her daughter's marriage: grandchildren. Judith was Bertha's only child, thanks to her late husband's woefully low sperm count and premature ejaculation. Ever since he'd died of a heart attack when Judith was 14, Bertha had prayed that her daughter would find a good man.
Donald was an answer to her prayers. The loss of his parents had left him a small inheritance, along with a house, which he had sold a few months before the wedding; he had decided to move in with Bertha and Judith, and used his money to help with their bills. When the young man wasn't working his job at the local feed store, he spent his spare time helping do chores around their house. Both McGill women were happy to have a man to mow the lawn on their 5 acre property, tend the garden, feed their livestock, and keep their vehicles maintained.
A few minutes after she pulled into her driveway, Judith and Donald pulled up behind her in Donald's pickup truck. Like a gentleman, Donald ran over to help his new wife out of the car. Bertha felt a pang of jealousy; after her own wedding, her husband had taken her to a cheap motel and passed out drunk on the bed.
"Alright, you lovebirds," Bertha called. "Let's get inside the house."
The young couple followed Bertha inside and to Judith's bedroom. Once inside, Bertha closed the door behind them and stared at the young couple. The two newlyweds shifted nervously as Bertha sat down on the navy blue armchair in the corner of the room.
"Well, now that you two are married in the eyes of the Lord, it's time for you to start making me some grandchildren."
"Mama, I'm tired," Judith whined. "Can't I get a nap first?"
"You can nap after, girl," Bertha snapped, getting to her feet. "Looky here, you're a young and fertile gal, so you better get to startin' a family." She looked at Donald and said. "Well, what're you waiting for, Donnie? Go ahead and unwrap your bride."
Nervously, the young man looked at his new wife, who gave him a look before turning her back to him. Donald's heart began to pound as he reached over and pulled down the zipper of his wife's wedding dress. Once the zipper was all the way down, he helped her pull down the dress until it fell to the floor. After the dress was at Judith's feet, he helped her remove her Spanx, bra, and panties. Slowly, Judith turned around to face her husband.
Donald's breath was taken away at the sight of his naked wife. For years, he'd imagined Judith in the nude; even now, he felt as though he was still dreaming. His eyes immediately went to her fat breasts, each of them dangling from her chest with light brown nipples within areolae the size of Oreos. He then gazed at her large belly, which had always been the most noticeable feature on Judith, but he'd never really seen it out in the open. Her stomach hung low past her waist, and conspicuously jutted forward.
Bertha chuckled as she saw a large lump form in the front of Donald's pants. "Looks like your hubby's ready for you, Judy. Why don't you help him get ready?"
Judith started by unbuttoning his shirt buttons, while Don undid his tie and belt. After his shirt was off, he sat on the bed and removed his shoes and socks. Once his feet were bare, he stood up and yanked down both his pants and boxers.
Both Judith and her mother goggled at the erect serpent that protruded from Donald's nethers. In Bertha's mind, she heard the sound of a horse neighing. Since Donald had started dating Judith, he ate as much as she did - and that was a lot, but - unlike Judith, he never seemed to gain any weight. Despite his almost skeletal frame, the young man was very strong, being able to undertake numerous strenuous chores around the house. It was now apparent where most of the meat on his body was.
"Well, take a look at that piece of beef!" Bertha exclaimed.
Both Donald and Judith were burning with a combination of embarrassment from Bertha's comment and desire for each other. Judith had imagined that her wedding night would be a lot more romantic: candles, kissing, and tender lovemaking. Now, when she would look back on this milestone, it would be marred by the presence of her mother.
"Okay, let's get started," Bertha said, kicking off her shoes, walking to the bed and climbing on top of it. After lying on her back, she looked at her daughter and said, "Come over here and lay back on top of me."
Judith obeyed her mother, climbing into bed and reclining atop her. Bertha grabbed her daughter's plump tits and started fondling them. Judith moaned softly as her nipples hardened with arousal.
"Now, Donny," Bertha said. "This is my baby girl's first time, so you gotta get her nice and wet. Put yer head between her legs and start licking."
Donny silently followed her command. Now that Judith was on her back, he could partially see the hairy delta between her chunky thighs. He had to lift her enormous belly a bit so that he could see it fully. Her vagina was adorned with bristly black hairs that even lined her inner thighs. The strange, pungent smell coming from her crotch was so new, but curiously made him more desirous of her.
Judith let out a shrill gasp as she felt Donald's tongue caressing her womanhood. It traveled along the opening of her slit, causing the hairs upon it to become damp. Her eyes fluttered as she gripped the sheets on the bed, silently begging Donald to keep going.
"That's right, Donny," Bertha cooed. "She sure tastes good, doesn't she?"
"Mmmhmm."
"Well, keep licking, baby. And don't forget to give some attention to that little nub, because once you do..."
"Ah! Ah! OH DONNY!"
"Oh, looks like he found it!"
Spurred by the pleasure his wife was feeling, he began to start improvising. He kissed and sucked the inside of her thighs, licked her clitoris, and stuck his tongue inside of her. He felt pride from seeing Judith writhing in the bed because of what he was doing to her. He could feel her getting wetter and wetter as time went on.
Judith's body seemed as though it was on fire. She wanted her husband, and she wanted him now. It didn't matter if her mother was in the same bed as the two of them.
"Donny, please!" Judith cried, looking down at her crotch, barely able to see her husband's head over her large stomach. "I want yoooooou!"
"You hear that, Donny?" Bertha said with glee. "She's all ready for you! Come up on here and make her a woman."
Donald sat up in the bed and scooted forward so that he was eye-to-eye with Judith. Her pudgy face was blushing and heaving, causing her large breasts to rise and fall. He stared into her eyes while he reached down to grab his burly manhood and press it against her threshold. After minutes of uncomfortable shifting and adjusting, Donald pushed forward and slid inside of Judith. She gritted her teeth as he entered her.
