It was a beautiful day in May. The sky was blue, the sun was shining and the birds were chirping in the trees. A gentle breeze filled the air with the sweet scents of crab-apple tree blossoms and lilacs; just the perfect day for a wedding.
I had always pictured the day one of my kids would get married, to be exactly like this. I also thought it to be, one of the proudest days of my life. Yet, as I was standing there in church and saw my son at the altar, I had a gut wrenching feeling. By all means, they were both very young. His bride was eighteen and my son twenty-one. She was absolutely beautiful, beyond description and I clearly understood my son's fatal attraction towards her. But beneath all the glamour, she was a damn controlling little bitch, just like her influential parents.
I didn't believe for one minute that she was in her fifth month of pregnancy. Her tummy was still as flat as it can be. Nor could I understand how in this day and age she could get herself into this predicament. They learn about the reproductive systems in school, and condoms and the pill are easily available. I suggested an abortion, but her parents pushed my son in doing the honorable thing, and without any further discussions they made their wedding plans.
Loud cheering and clapping broke out, as the new bride and groom kissed. I was so deep in my thoughts that I had missed the whole ceremony.
It was planned for me to ride in her parent’s limo to the hotel, where the reception was being held. But it was only a stone’s throw away and I needed the fresh air to clear my head.
When I walked into the reception room at the hotel I was blown away. It was so luxurious and tastefully decorated. The large open French doors and the tropical trees, mixed with flower arrangements of lilacs, white roses and fern, gave the impression of an exotic outdoor setting.
Everyone was seated and I reluctantly took my place next to my son’s best man. It was a small gathering of approximately forty people, give or take. From my side of the family there was only me, my ex and his brother’s family, my daughter and her new boyfriend. And my sister, who is my son’s godmother, had flown in from Germany, alone. The rest of my family from overseas couldn't make it on such short notice. And the remaining guests were the bride’s relatives and her closest friends.
I wasn’t very happy being seated only three chairs away from my new daughter-in-law. It really got to me, hearing her squeaky voice going on about nothing but meaningless crap. After the main course, I couldn't stand it any longer. I got up and went to my ex, asking him to switch places. I told him I had some catching up to do with my sister.
We chatted for a while and I had my glass refilled with wine way too many times. I was feeling kind of tipsy and needed to go to the washroom, to splash some cold water in my face.
Just as I came back out of the lady’s room, my son entered the hallway and walked towards me. He laid his hand on my forearm. I could feel the heat emanating from his palm and spreading quickly through my entire body.
“Mom, can we talk, please,” he said while reinforcing his grip on my arm.
I couldn't bring myself to look at him. I had the urgent need to yell at him for falling so badly for this manipulating little bitch. But I didn't want to ruin his day in the spotlight.
I could sense his eyes on my cleavage and felt a little tingling sensation. “Gosh mom, you look stunning in this dress. It really suits you well. You are the best looking woman in the whole crowd,” he tried to charm me.
“Well Johnny, you look very handsome too, in your tuxedo.” I replied politely.
“Mom, I miss you so. They are sending me overseas to work in one of my father-in-law’s companies. I won’t be able to see you for months,” he sobbed.
Just as I wanted to say something, another guest came walking out of the washroom.
“Yeah… I…I feel very dizzy. I need to go outside to get some fresh air.” I said rather loudly, just to justify why my son was holding on to me.
We started walking down the hallway towards the back exit. As we looked at each other I could see sadness on his face, but I also detected a flicker of lust in his eyes. I guess I still had it. Despite everything, he still found his mommy attractive.
As I glanced over my shoulder the women had exited the hallway. My son broke his step and turned to face me. He looked deeply into my eyes and started breathing heavily.
I just melted.
Then he walked me backwards to a door which was marked PRIVATE. He turned the knob and as the door opened, he pushed me into the room. It was sort of a broom closet, filled with cleaning products and bathroom supplies.
My heart was beating and my palms perspired. I was so nervous and I questioned my son, “Are you out of your mind, what are you doing?”
“Oh god, mom, I miss you so,” he sobbed into my ear, while throwing his arms around me. “I don’t know how I can live without you.”
“Well sweetie, this is your own doing; I certainly had nothing to do with it. On the contrary, I warned you about her right away, didn't I?” I needed to remind him. But strangely I regretted it right after I had closed my mouth. Maybe I should have put my foot down, when they first started dating…but it was too late to do anything now.
He pressed his body hard against mine, and I was elated to feel that I still excited him. No luxurious surrounding, no intoxicating fumes from incense burners, and no arousing movie playing. Just plainly me and him in a broom closet, and I could feel his hardness brushing hungrily against my mound. I got instantly wet, not gushing wet but wet nonetheless.
I was torn. The inherent feeling of wrongness on so many levels battling with the immense sensations emanating from my groin had my head spinning in delirium. But I reveled in his embrace and my body shivered with arousal. Our lips met and our tongues engaged in a frisky wrestling match. It felt awesome, being still so desired by my son and I forgot about all my worries.
“Gosh mom, you excite me like no one else can. I get so hard when I am with you,” he panted.
“Oh baby, we really shouldn't be in here, imagine what would happen if some one caught us?” I said.
But there was no stopping him. His hands felt me up from my neck down to my ass and back up again. As he nuzzled my neck I felt him pulling down the zipper of my dress. I was terrified and yet, my Limbic System urged me on to let it happen. My heartbeat accelerated and I could feel the dampness in my panties spreading more rapidly.
He slipped my dress down my shoulders and his warm, wet tongue slithered over my shivering skin. I tilted my head backwards and my whole body felt spineless like jelly. He unclasped my bra and slowly slipped it down, exposing my breasts.
Dropping down, his hands began to caress the soft flesh of my tits, while his rasping tongue teased the tip of my hardening nipples. I let out a small sob and fell back against the closet wall. While his mouth switched from one tit to the other, his trembling hands made their way over my hips and down my thighs. He softly grunted as his hands slipped under my dress and trailed up my stocking clad legs.
“Oh Johnny, please stop, we can’t do that,” I whimpered.
“Oh mom, please I need it. Who knows when I ever will see you again,” he whined pitifully.
“Okay, okay. But please, don’t tear my pantyhose again. Let me take them off,” I said while pushing him away.
I quickly kicked off my heels and pulled down my panties and pantyhose and stuffed them into my purse. Then I pulled up my dress, bunching it up around my waist. I wanted to make sure not to get any stains on it.
Dropping to his knees his tongue quickly found its way to my freshly shaved pussy, and he was slipping it up and down my wet valley. It felt so good and had me lightly moaning. When his rasping tongue started sucking my fleshy folds, I grabbed his head and pushed it harder against me. Oh yeah…just a little bit of oral sex. That’s all I need.
The lust in my brain echoed.
But the minute his tongue started dipping deeper and deeper into my hot center my body began making copious amounts of vaginal fluids. I tried to control my sounds of pleasure valiantly, but when his mouth took hold of my clit, I couldn't hold myself back and whined out loudly. I lifted my leg, slung it around him, trapping his head in a tight vise. Within minutes of having him suck and bite my engorged nub, a strong climax riddled my body. It felt amazing! Oh fuck, I couldn't stop now. I needed more!
“Oh what the hell… come on baby, fuck your mommy,” I begged him.
Immediately he unzipped his pants and took out his rock hard cock. He grabbed my right leg, lifted it up and was ready to slide his instrument into my drenched pussy.
“My god Johnny, stop, you’ll get your tuxedo pants all stained. Take them off,” I instructed him quickly.
Hastily he removed them and hung them over a broom.
With open arms I invited him in, pulling him close and deep inside me.
“Oh fuck mom, that cunt of yours is always so wet and warm,” he panted in delight.
“Well baby, then fuck it! Fuck it as if it was the last time in your life you ever had a chance to fuck a pussy,” I cheered him on.
And he did.
At first he was driving his stiff rod slowly but firmly into me. And just when he had picked up the speed and we had found a good rhythm, we heard click-clack, click-clack, clack-a-dea-clack, the sound of multiple different steps coming down the floor tiled hallway.
We both froze.
Still joined together, we moved to the door and pressed the whole weight of our bodies against it, just in case anyone would try to open it. As they came closer I could hear them talking and instantly realized, that they were looking for us.
My heart was beating so hard and loud, that I was afraid it could be heard. But they walked by and when the back exit door closed with a slam, it was all quiet again.
We sighed with relief.
But I thought it would be best to put an end to our dangerous doings, and pulled away from Johnny. He firmly protested and was more eager than ever to finish what we had started. He spun me around, pushed my head downwards and took hold of my hips. I had no time to think or do anything, as I could feel my cheeks were being pried apart and prodded by his slippery penis head.
“Oh no Johnny, no-no…no anal sex! Please don’t make me squirt. Don’t get your shoes and socks all wet,” I pleaded with him.
He listened, and went for my pussy instead. He slipped in so easily and before long, he quickened his motion and had me gasping in pleasure. It seamed that the happenings from before added a zesty tang to our wrongful adventure. In a low key, smoky voice he called me sneaky mommy slut and son-fucker and his demeaning words had me on the brink of climaxing. My body started shaking and my teeth dug into my arm, trying to prevent me from screaming out loud.
Right after I recovered from this orgasm he began pounding me more profoundly, hitting my cervix with every thrust. So powerful, that they it ignited electric shocks. I lost all recognition of time and space and only felt the immense sensations of these moments, moments of eternity.
Then there was one last deep push and he expelled his seed into my womb, accompanied by a couple of satisfying grunts.
Oh god, I had in mind to ask him, not to do that, but didn't find a chance. I feared his spunk would be oozing out of my slit while sitting next to the other wedding guests. Damn it!
He squeezed me tightly and tenderly kissed the nape of my neck and down my spine, while his cock was slowly deflating in my cum-filled channel. The minute he retracted it, I turned around and fell to my knees. I licked and cleaned his cock and balls, making sure not to leave any incriminating evidence behind.
When I was done, I stood up, gave him a quick peck on the cheek and told him to get dressed and hurry back to his guests.
“Thank you mom, I love you forever. Bye,” he whispered on his way out the door.
“Oh you dirty bastard,” I heard a young man’s voice saying. “Fucking another woman on your wedding day? Who in this world could be prettier than your new wife? Who the hell is she?” He said while trying to pry the door open.
“Please, no, stop!” Johnny tried to defend himself. “You don’t understand.”
I didn't want this to escalate and draw in a crowd. So I just opened the door slightly and showed my face to my son’s best man. He stepped back in shock, with his eyes and mouth wide open.
“Oh…I…I am so sorry. Please forgive me, I …I didn't hear or see anything,” he stammered abashed, turned around and headed down the hallway, followed by Johnny.
I closed the door, grabbed a roll of paper towels from the shelf and ripped it open. I tried to clean myself up as much as possible, before slipping my panties and my pantyhose back on. Then I peeked out the door to check if the coast was clear and hurried to the ladies room. I was rather shocked when I saw my image in the mirror. My hair and face were a mess and I had cum stains on my dress. Holy shit, what now?
Just then, I heard some women’s footsteps coming closer. I rushed into a WC stall, and as soon as the two women had entered one also, I gagged, pretending I was throwing up. Then I flushed the toilet and quickly went out to the sink. I combed my hair and then I tried to wash out the stains on my dress. While I was still rubbing on it the two ladies came out of the WC.
“Are you alright?” one inquired.
“Oh I guess it was the entree which turned my stomach upside down, seafood doesn't agree with me,” I explained, and they bought it.
Well, now at least I had some witnesses for my big wet stain on my dress and didn't have to worry about anything. I fixed my make-up and retouched my lipstick. Then I returned to the wedding reception feeling happy and proud. Wow, what a day!
I smiled inwardly. This morning I would have never guessed it could turn out like this.
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