The Honeymoon Experience

By: Whiskers Mooncat

"I love being with you, Mom. Really I do. But I guess I'm just sad because I'll never get to have a wedding of my own. Or a honeymoon. Or start a family of my own. I just wish… I could experience it, even if only for one day..."

...

Waking up to an unfamiliar ceiling, Gumball immediately knew something was wrong. This wasn't his bedroom…

Where exactly was he? A hotel room of some sorts? It had to be.

It was a homely room that was properly furnished in all aspects and on the surface looked as welcoming as could be. But there was something missing from it all. A distinct feeling, a humane touch that exhibited someone was living here.

There was a strange flowery smell in the air too.

Soaking in his surroundings, Gumball attempted to rise from the bed upon which he lay but his body or rather his clothes felt heavier than he expected.

Looking down at himself, he was in for quite a surprise. The bed was covered with pink flower petals, real ones. They still felt moist.

And he was wearing... a tie? A soft silvery shiny one at that? Plus a waistcoat? Why, he had woken up wearing an entire three-piece. A very lavish one too and given his small build, this was obviously a tailored fit.

Just what was he doing here? Where did these clothes come from? Who was behind all of this?

Gumball raised a paw to rub the sleep out of his eyes only for something else to immediately catch his attention.

Comfortably wrapped around his finger was a ring. Nothing particularly fancy, it's just a simple plain loop of gold. However, upon closer inspection, the name that was engraved into it made it invaluable.

"Wakey wakey, Gumball dear." A voice nothing short of angelic, called out to him.

A pair of hands sneakily placed themselves on his shoulders and he lifted his head upwards to make eye contact with his captor, who lovingly smiled back at him.

She had never looked so beautiful...

"Mom?" He gasped. "W-What's going on here?"

Nicole merely chuckled at his apparent confusion, softly and innocently as could be. In a slow and steady fashion, she cosied up next to him on the bed, revealing a wondrous sight.

His mother adorned her wedding dress, the most magnificent of all her dresses, only to be worn once. Though it was not the first time it had been worn – or second for that matter – she knew how much it would mean to her lover, to see her wearing it.

"Shame on you," she playfully scolded. "Keeping your wife waiting for so long. After I put this dress on just for you. But I forgive you because I love you."

Gumball blushed as he lowered his head, overwrought with nervousness and totally at a loss for words. This was all so sudden…

His hand brushed against something on the bed and he absent-mindedly picked it up.

It was a pink rose. Where'd that come from?

"Aw, for me?" gasped Nicole, before inhaling its scent. "It's beautiful. Oh you..."

Safely tucking the rose into her headpiece, Nicole swiftly took his hands into her own and kissed him in appreciation. Gumball felt his heart suddenly race a mile a minute, his tail stood up on end and his cheeks immediately flushed themselves as red.

For a few seconds, he was too stunned to even think straight. As his senses returned to him, slowly and gently he returned the kiss, tilting his head slightly.

Drinking in her desire, captivated by her passion. This was the kind of happiness, dreams were made out of.

Ever so gently, Nicole parted their lips but held on tight to his hands. With a happy sigh, Gumball held his head against her, tucking himself underneath her chin, purring with delight.

Nicole found it so cute, she could not help but giggle, having elicited such a reaction from him. Stroking the fur on his head, she whispered in his ear.

"Come on, I've prepared a very special meal. Just for the two of us."

Taking him by the hand, Nicole led him towards the table, not wanting to let go of him for even a minute.

As they walked, Gumball felt something already in her hand, or rather around her finger.

She was wearing a matching ring to his own. Normally, he hated looking at her wedding ring. It only served to remind him of what he could never have.

But this new ring… he had given it to her. That was what he was supposed to believe, right? This was the proof of their devotion.

As such, he felt compelled to kiss her hand, wanting to let her know how much he appreciated her.

With a look of amusement, Nicole beckoned him to sit down as she revealed their luxurious choice of cuisine. Setting up this whole scenario cost her a pretty penny and this was the icing on the cake.

"What do you think, Gummypuss?" she asked him.

"Wow..." Gumball marvelled at the sight. "They look so… colourful."

A tray of neatly stacked, sugary treats in an assortment of colours were set out before them.

"They're called macarons," explained Nicole, holding one up between a finger and thumb. "A Parisian recipe. That's French, the language of love, oui?"

"Yeah..." Gumball nodded breathlessly, as Nicole drew her face incredibly close to his own, like a hungry lioness cornering her prey.

"Say it back to me, dear." She commanded. "Ma. Ca. Ron."

Staring at him so intensely with a devious smile on her face, Gumball was caught completely under her spell. He tried his best to heed her but he could barely form the words. His throat had gone dry and suddenly the room felt a whole lot stuffier.

He swallowed hard to regain his composure before finally speaking, slowly and deliberately. Nicole intently awaited his reply, inching herself closer with each utterance, with the candied treat in hand.

"Ma... ca... ron..."

She kissed him upon the final syllable, pressing her lips against his own once more. That was not the treat he had been expecting her to give him, but it tasted even better.

Upon breaking the kiss, she cuddled him into lying down, cradling him so that his head would come to a rest in her lap.

"Say ah," she cooed, feeding him a macaron as he did so.

Before she could think of helping herself to one, Gumball already got there before her. He placed it into her palm, cupping her hand to enclose it. His mother gleefully accepted it.

"Mmm..." she sighed. "What do you think of them, Gummypuss?"

"They taste wonderful..." replied Gumball.

"Tres bien, oui?" Nicole teased him. "Mon petit chéri?"

Gumball replied with the only French he knew.

"Je ne parle français…" grinned Gumball.

"Then I'll be your teacher, mon étudiant," replied Nicole.

Before she could make another move, Gumball was already one step ahead, determined to take the lead for the once.

Giving no warning, he swiftly pressed his lips against her own, giving her the most passionate kiss he could muster, his tail wildly thrashing about as he did. A kiss to match the depth of his devotion.

He loved her and he wanted to let her know exactly how much. More than as a son. More than he could put into words. If actions spoke louder words, then he was practically shouting right now.

He wanted her more than anything. Even though he thought she looked perfect in that dress, the dress was only half as beautiful as the woman wearing it.

It felt amazing…

"I want you, Nicole …" he whispered into her ear. "I want to make love to you like this, right here, right now."

Those words affected her like a fire to gasoline. He had never called her by her name before. Even if he was her lover, he was still her son. But hearing him say it to her now, like this...

Why, it practically set her heart ablaze, making her body burn with arousal and grow wet with fervent anticipation. Nicole pulled him into her embrace as tight as she could, holding him with great value, like cold water in a dry desert.

"Do it Gummypuss," Nicole urged him. "Give it to me."

The moment those words left her mouth, Gumball had already snuck out of sight, sneakily ascending the hem of her dress. She felt him trace a path of kisses as he climbed upwards, the warmth of his lips leaving a nice feeling wherever they went.

Momentarily he stopped to wrestle with her garter belt, removing it using only his teeth. He faced her again upon retrieving it, grinning at her with it still in mouth.

Tossing it aside, Nicole lay back down into position, preparing for the big moment. She heard the shifting of some cloth as Gumball followed her example.

With her fingers tightly locked against his own, Nicole let out a sharp gasp as he claimed her and she soon began bucking her hips as he went back and forth. It didn't take either of them long to go full animal.

Yet Gumball never ceased in regards to his kisses, continually keeping up with them to the point where it seemed as though he'd never stop.

Never in her previous marriage had Nicole been showered with affection like this. She smiled at her son with a mixture of pride and joy.

She had never seen such a handsome sight. He looked so dashing in his suit. It complimented his good looks perfectly. Why couldn't he be hers to enjoy forever?

With that thought a petulant wave of jealousy and possessiveness broiled over her. He was hers, as she was his.

He was no longer the sweet little boy she had raised. Now, he was also the sole target of her affection.

On paper, the concept of a wedding between them was a pipe dream. But this was as close to it as they could get. And even if this was a dream, neither of them had any plans to wake up soon.

"Mom-I mean, Nicole," began Gumball. "Can I finish… you know… inside?"

"Of course, dear," Nicole grinned back at him. "What're you worried about? I'm your wife, remember? You complete me."

With her having said the word, Gumball threw all caution to the wind and began thrusting as hard as he could as Nicole held him tight.

Upon reaching their climax, the two lovers felt exhausted to brim, the heat of their primal passion driving them into a frenzy, their bodies writhing with adoration for each other.

"I love you, Nicole." Gumball whispered to her.

"I love you too, dear." She replied, resting in the warm embrace of her lover.