--- A Week Later ---
--- 6th of March, 1963 ---

The days reluctantly progressed swiftly as a summer breeze, delicately blowing its invisible waves in the summer background along with the aggressive sea waves, caressing its aureate sand's coast.

It has been a week since the married couple acknowledged their daughter and future son-in-law's wedding plans including the day when they are going to do some shopping for wedding gown and wedding formal costume.

In the past week, the twins, Lucas and Jack mustered with sleeping on their own since they've been already almost 12 weeks old babies, whereas Charlotte was still afraid of the desolation and darkness, subsequently sleeping on her own. The little girl was still kipping in her parents' bedroom even snuggling into their warm, doting hug in the wee hours of the midnight. 

There were some nights when Charlotte was weeping uncontrollably, causing her mother's mild exasperation, brewing and cooking inside her. Nevertheless, it was Odette's second nature as well.

At last but not least, the day for shopping has arrived at last.

In the wee hours of the morning, Odette and Judy woke up earlier to feed their little sweet rays of sunshines as they yearned for being fed properly and afterwards their diapers being changed in no time. 

Judy and Timothy were in Kit's house along with the twins for a few days as it was their turn to visit the young couple's current home even when they didn't have their own seperate bedroom. Nonetheless the juvenile gas station's salesman didn't underestimate the former members of the church by lending them for awhile their bedroom, whereas Odette and Kit slept on the sofa in the living room as it can be used as a bed. 

In the meantime, Timothy and Kit were brewing coffee in the kitchen as the younger man was eagerly looking forward for the shopping with his fiancé as if they were adolescents, agitated for the ball by going on a shopping to purchase the most glamorous and exorbitant outfits for themselves. Little did they know what diversal choice might await them as soon as they set a foot in the store with the former holy woman, who's going to accompany them and aid them with choosing at times if they struggled or she has found something much better. 

Whilst the salesman was supervising the brewing coffee, the British compatriot gathered 4 mugs from the upper kitchen cabinet within seconds without dropping either of them. 

The wee hints of the forthcoming spring were readily evident outside with its vaguely warmer weather, besides the melting snow as it hasn't been snowy for days even a week at least. The middle-aged adults will genuinely miss the winter and its mesmerizing aesthetics, reckoning serene, frosty vibes which gave them. 

"You seem pretty agitated, Kit!" The British aristocrat evoked shortly after the coffee brewed as the mugs were pooled with hot caffeine liquid as its alluring aroma of black coffee quickly overspread in the kitchen. 

"Well, yeah, Tim! It's just about this shopping for the wedding costumes." Kit exhaled sharply as the hot mugs sat motionlessly on the counterplot, glancing at the window's hazy glasses. "I just think Odette is even more excited than me."

"You're just young and it's something new for you, Kit!" In the interim, the former priest couldn't suppress a growing sympathetic smile, honed up in the corner of his lips as he patted amiably, lightly the younger man's shoulder, embolding him as his self-esteem doesn't diminish at all. "You and Judy used to be like that especially Judy since she hasn't always been that happy and she used to be like Odette. Having no luck with the representatives of the opposite gender especially in romantic relationship." He kept on with his utterance as he sipped his hot caffeine beverage as it resurrected his organs as soon as it gushed down, lingering on his tongue.

"Oh! So I can see why Judy and Odette share some things in common." Meanwhile, Kit couldn't help but gasp in flabbergasted manner as he was serving the mugs on the kitchen table, hearing sufficiently audible footsteps, coming from the corridor.

"It's not just some. They're like mother and daughter. They're parallel to each other if we just overlook their appearance." In the interval, the both women held their infants as they were propping on the wooden, polished doorframe, inspecting the both men's body language and manners as they were discussing them, wearing smug, vile smirks which were keep growing, cradling their lips as their loving arms were swinging lightly the twins and Charlotte. 

"I can't argue here! When I see Oddie, my one of a kind, I just see the brunette and younger version of Judy!" All of a sudden, the both men turned to the both ladies as Kit nibbled on the silky skin of his bottom lip begrudgingly, while Timothy scratched absently his hair with his tiny fingernails, transfixing their stares on them without averting them immediately. "Oh hi, Judy and Oddie! It seems the kids are already fed."

"They're! What were ya talking about both of ya?" The love child posed the question, licking greedily, gamely her lips as her boyfriend arched an eyebrow in bewilderment.

"About ya and Judy how much do you alook like not just by judging the looks. By judging yar character."

"Yeah but the sole things we don't share in common with mom are eventually, she wasn't an orphan back in the time when I was a young child. Or rather, I have never been pious and I've never joined the church, besides the syphilis has never been bad news for me!" Afterwards the both mothers walked inside the kitchen by placing their sweet little rays of sunshines in the high chairs and shortly after placing them in the high chairs, they captured their love of their lives' lips in a brief, steamy kiss. 

As soon as they broke off the kiss, they took their time to admire one another's faces as Jude cupped Timothy's cheeks in the palms of her petite, creamy as velvet hands, whereas her husband's fingers cupped her chin.  At the moment, Odette and Kit seated on the dining table, sipping their morning coffees. 

"Cat got yar tongue? Huh?" The juvenile singer enquired in scoffing manner her future husband after taking the first sip from her coffee.

"About what?"

"I think ya have discussed something else with my fathar."

"Oh yeah! I was just, urm," The younger man paused as he rubbed reluctantly his temple's muscles with his fingertips, which brushed the milky as snow forehead skin underneath his fingertips' hot touch. "Agitated for the upcoming shopping for wedding outfits and he couldn't help but spit it out."

Meantime, Judy and Timothy turned to their daugher and their future son-in-law, darting their darkened eyes which were filled love, warmness, glee, lust to them as they couldn't suppress inward giggles, quivering their oral caverns. 

"Ah, these kiddos!" The blonde's honeyed, raspy whisper lingered on her tongue as she whispered it past her husband's ear. "Aren't they just cute, Tim? Ya have to admit they're just cute even more than cuter."

"Of course, my rara avis! I just see us 20 years ago even slightly earlier."

--- *** ---

--- A Handful of Hours Later or So ---

As soon as the horde of adults have finished with breakfast and doing some chores such as washing the used, smeared in filth mugs and plates along with the eating tools, subsequently Kit and Odette were dressing up in convenient, casual garments for outdoors, whereas the former members of the clergy were in their temporal bedroom as Judy stripped off her obsidian as the midnight nightie as its satin fabric peeled off her skin like snake. 

In the interval, the younger man couldn't take his eyes off his wife, who wore nothing else than just her lacy wine red panties, scarcely covering her stark body, admiring the mesmerizing scenery. Luckily, they were all alone as their children were under the supervision of their heirs and Charlotte. 

The middle-aged lady's lion mane of glossy old Hollywood gilt tresses as they descended her bare upper back, framing ideally her ageless, young-looking yet complexion as she was researching her suitcase for a casual white shirt, suddenly she felt a hand squeezing affably her elbow, interrupting her as she turned to him, giggling girlishly, sheepishly at her own embarrassment after hooking the lacy wine red bra, which perfectly matched with her piece of lingerie. 

"For heaven sake, what's that facial expression on yar face, Timothy?" In this moment, she studied his facial features as sheer lust and passion were highlighting them in general. Seductive, slight smirk distorted across his berry-coloured lips. 

"I'm in mood." She perfectly recognized what he exactly wanted as his solely free hand lowered to her panties, slowly dragging them off her pelvis as banana peel. 

"For goddamn sake, only 5 minutes and I should gotta go by putting on something." The middle-aged lady mumbled as she swatted his hand from her panties, earning the arch of his raised thick eyebrow elegantly, throughout her both hands worked on his pyjamas' bottoms by yanking them from his long as tower legs until they pooled his ankles, subsequently getting rid off them as they were discarded on the carpeted flooring. 

"Five-minute fun is as harmless as the slight delay." When the former nun yanked his boxers, thereafter his erected member sprung up in front of her widened honey brown irises, fueled with endless and ethereal lust, passion and love as more vibrant nuances blazed into them, illuminating her true nature. She licked greedily, mischievously her lips before salivating them to grant double pleasure to the former man of the cloth. "Oh my! What a bullseye, rare bird!" In the meanwhile, he hemmed, struggling to spell syllables and vowels which were gradually dying on his tongue as desert's sand, shaping a sandstorm. His eyelids were clutched tightly shut as soon as he felt his hard cock in his wife's mouth as her drenched in slobber lips were wrapped around its hardness. 

As the former woman of the cloth was utterly focused on pleasuring her husband, whilst cupping one of her round, full breasts as her other hand massaged gently his balls, teasing them. Her eyelids were tightly shut as blinds, relishing the steamy moment as her muffled moans mumbled in the corners of her mouth as Timothy lost ultimately control over everything. His groans and moans were uncontrollably, inescapably loud, floating in the room's background, ringing sacred, angelic anthems into their ears.

His both mammoth, secure hands fisted her lion mane, giving her better access to his manhood without an ado, besides encouraging her to carry on. 

"You're as hard as rock for fuck sake, darling!" Shortly before commencing to assault his erected manhood with light, feather kisses and circling with her tongue tip his member's tip as she resumed the kneading of the cojones, the older woman opened her eyes, looking up at his fever, tattooed on his parchment, youthful complexion. "Is it just because after I got rid off my slip? Huh?"

"Not only that, rare bird!" Afterwards her sleek, dexterous hand drifted from the testicles to his hard cock, giving him a handjob, jerking him off and embolding him to plant his semen into her oral caverns within seconds instead of a handful of minutes. 

Suddenly the married couple heard heavy foosteps, emanating from the hall as they were approaching the bedroom, their love sanctuary for now. 

"Mom, are ya ready?" It was Odette's uneasy, soft's voice which snapped them out of their train of thoughts and interrupting their erotic moment as they grunted inwardly, in order to not being heard by their daughter who was waiting outside the bedroom. 

"Oh yeah, honey! Just a minute, okay!" The former holy woman excused herself as she got from her knees, swiftly dressing up herself in casual outdoor garments as Timothy was changing himself in casual, domestic clothes. "Tim?"

"Yes, rare bird?"

"Do you promise to take care of the kids? They require a lot of supervision especially as three-months-old cupcakes." She emphasized supervision after buttoning the buttons of her sheer white ordinary shirt.

"Of course, my rare bird! I will never underestimate them." A benevolent, soothing smile hugged his lips, combing his messy chestnut hair with his comb. 

--- *** ---

--- An Hour Later ---

"Kit, did ya find something for yarself?" The blonde questioned as he held something behind him as if he was concealing something discreetly from his mother, which she might instantly not accept as a part of about to be purchased cloth. 

"Yeah! This costume." He demonstrated to his future wife and mother-in-law the costume he has chosen for himself. In the interim, they couldn't suppress blossoming smiles upon their faces as they were hypnotized by his wise choice. 2 pairs of hazelish-brown pools wandered up an down, surveying the suit within seconds as the brunette pursed unwillingly her lips as she bit her upper one.

The young man's costume was actually an onyx one with a silver tie and white shirt under the blazer, matching ideally with the darker colors. 

Silence arched between the 3 adults as Kit's nervousness escalated, enveloping his flimsy heart as its pulsations pulsated into his ears with the numbing silence altogether. 

"So what do you think, ladies?"

"I like it very much. Ya have a taste, Kit! Trust me!" The former sister of the church replied optimistically, slapping kindly, platonically her future son-in-law's muscular, broad shoulder as they couldn't repress snickers setting free. 

"Why thank you, Judy!" Meanwhile, the salesman expressed his gratitude, consequently turning to his girlfriend to hear her opinion. "What about ya too, my one of a kind? Don't ya like it?"

"I just don't like it. I love it! It's fantastic." The singer said sincerely as her lip curled. 

"I'm truly glad you approve it, because yar opinion matters too, ya know." 

"Of course!"

In the progressing minutes of searching and inspecting, besides judging the wedding gowns qualities and designs, suddenly the young woman found for herself something which she laid eyes on at first sight shortly after studying the details. Little did she know what her boyfriend and mother may react at first and speak their minds on her choice.

"Hey! Look what I found." In the interim, the young lady opted to draw their attentions promptly, holding by the spaghetti, subtle straps of the cream mint , exquisite wedding dress as its silken hem descended the ankles, concealing every inch of the long, drop dead gorgeous legs. "Whatcha think, Kit and mom?"

"Oh my Godness, honey! What a dress!" The both adults were beyond mesmerized by the brunette's cunning choice as Kit's mouth was mildly agape, already picturing the wedding gown, itself, hugging her slim, mingled with stretch marks inked on her abdomen and hips due to the labor, curves.

"It's definitely stunning, my one of a kind! It will better if you try it."

"How to not thank ya! Of course, I'll try it in the locker room." Meantime, Odette captured her boyfriend and mother in warm, firm hugs, seconds before fleeing to the locker room to try the gown.

Once the both young adults went in seperate locker rooms as they were stripping their current outfits, throughout they were putting on their wedding outfits as they were disguised as a bride and bridesmaid within a few minutes only. 

As they pushed off the cotton curtains, they earned momentarily the former promiscuous nightclub singer's attetion as she approached them, taking her time to scan their garments with her brutally honest, sly honey brown irises.

"And?" Odette exclaimed plainly, chewing her bottom, plumpish lip, awaiting her mother's opinion in no time. 

"You look perfect, Kit and Oddie! You are slaying with these clothes. I can already see the bride and her husband with me instead the teenage-like couple." At the moment, the middle-aged mother commented in jeering manner as the 3 adults couldn't help, howsoever, emit merry chuckles. 

"Thanks! So we're going to buy these, right?"

"Absolutely! As soon as ya change yarselves, we're going to buy them as well."

To be continued...