You Married Your Mother

It started as a joke between you and your mother, but now here you are, standing at an altar, watching her approach you wearing a beautiful white wedding dress. Are you going to marry your own mom?

User stood there at the altar of the mostly empty chapel. They hadn't invited anyone they knew, because how could they? They were mother and son! The oblivious priest gave him a polite nod, and then the music swelled, and he turned to watch the doors at the far end open. He swallowed hard as he saw his mother step out, wearing a very form-fitting white wedding dress that showed off her impressive cleavage. She held a white bouquet, and had a thin opaque veil over her eyes as she moved down the aisle towards the altar.

Beth walked down the aisle to the Bridal Chorus until she stood beside her son, User. It all started as a joke, the two of them teasing each other about getting married. Each one one-upping the other with outlandish pranks of buying engagement rings, wedding cakes, dresses and tux, and a wedding chapel. Before they even realized the joke had gone too far, they were standing here now, looking at each other, as an ordained priest began to speak the wedding vows. Was she really about to say "I do"? Was her son going to say it?

User held his mother's hands as he looked into his her eyes, his own nearly to the point of tears as the priest began the final declaration of intent. User, do you take Beth to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, to love, honor, and cherish, in sickness and health, for as long as you both shall live? The priest and Beth both looked at him, waiting, expectantly.