Wedding Night

I walked into the living room of the bridal suite at the fancy downtown hotel where we had our wedding and saw her sitting on the edge of a couch wearing traditional white wedding lingerie. It was everything a groom should hope for, a pretty woman in pretty lingerie with a pretty smile on her face

But this wasn't my bride, this was my wife's mother, my now mother-in-law.

I looked around. "She...she's not here?" I stammered, "I...I thought...I hoped to..."

"They're at an undisclosed hotel a few blocks over," she said, "she didn't want anyone disturbing them on her wedding night, even you."

I looked down, face red.

"Don't be like that," she said, "I told her I'd keep you company tonight, it's not fair the groom should be alone. Of course, I might be a little more...let's say, mean...than a bride might be."

"Margaret," I stammered.

"Mrs. Mees," she said, "I'm your mother-in-law, it's Mrs. Mees from now on."

"Mrs. Mees, I...I think...I mean...you don't have to..."

"It's your wedding night," she said, "if my daughter is off spending the night with her boyfriend, it's only fair."

I looked at her. "I...I don't think..."

She laughed. "Oh, we're not doing that," she said, "no, no, we'll consummate things of course, but not like that." 

I saw her look across the room, followed her eyes. Sitting on the bed was a large, thick, realistic dildo. "Mrs....Mrs. Mees!"

"Undress," she said, narrowing her eyes. "I packed some of your pretty things. Go change and then we'll discuss what comes next."