Today is the day of my friend’s wedding. Unfortunately, I only know about three people among many, and I’m socially awkward as hell. I carpooled with a friend, and when we got there a giant gate greeted us. It drew open and we rolled in. The house was huge. The grass was thick, and a healthy green. Everything was in its right place. You could practically smell the money. We mingled a little, said our hellos, then the ceremony began. The after party went about how I expected. In a sea of people, I was in the outskirts trying not be awkward watching them. The sound of wine glasses and voices could have been a symphony the way it flowed and echoed throughout the yard.
I sat down on a decorative bench and sipped at my drink. A woman was in conversation with a group and kept looking at me from the side. I felt nervous. I thought I should look in a different direction, but I was curious for some reason. I couldn’t make out who she was exactly because of the crowd, but I could see the head turn.
The woman broke away from her group and she started approaching me. I felt anxious. I tried to look away and down, but she reached me. She got close and I could tell she’s the mother of the bride, my friend.
“Hi there” she said, sitting next to me.
“Hello Mrs. Kleinen. How are you?” I responded.
“Are you having a good time?”
“Oh yes, thank you. You have a really nice home.”
“Thank you. It is nice, isn’t it? Awfully big.”
I nodded and took a sip. I didn’t know what else to do.
“And which one are you?” She asked.
“Oh, I’m Patrick, I’m a friend of your daughter.”
“Ah okay. I’m Kate. It’s nice to meet you.”
“Likewise” I said.
She started a slight smile, and coyly made a quick glance at the party in the foreground. She put her hand on my knee and looked back at me.
“How about I take you on a tour of the house?”
Before I could answer, she rubbed her hand down my inner thigh. I got hard. She knew. She looked at me lustfully, but with power.
“Is this a good idea with all these people here? They could see.” I stuttered.
She still sipped at her wine and gracefully held it while stroking my thigh. The wine never moved. It’s like she was a pro. A steady hand. I didn’t know what to do. I knew it was wrong, but I was too nervous to do anything.
“Let’s take that tour” she said, sipping the last of her wine.
All I could say was “okay” and we stood up. I tried to hide my boner. She chuckled playfully. And she took me into the house.
“This is the kitchen” she said, guiding me through and grabbing my ass.
We continued on.
“This is the living room” she said, groping me.
She led me up stairs and into a bedroom, “this is the guest room”.
“It’s very nice” I said.
“The bed is really comfortable” she said, looking at me.
I just gave a look of acknowledgement. She approached me and kissed my lips and she shoved her tongue in my mouth. I was at my hardest.
“Should we really be doing this?” I asked. “You’re married.”
She smiled at me and pushed me on the bed. I fell on my back and bounced. She stood over me at the foot of the bed. She began taking off her dress. Stripping down slowly. Watching me like prey. The afternoon light from the window next to her cast elegantly, highlighting her body. She was beautiful. An older woman, in her sixties probably. Her red hair came to her shoulders in waves, and it looked to have never lost it’s color. Like a young blazing red. Her strip revealed the lingerie under her fitting blue dress. It was black and blue and laced. She was a curvy woman with big breasts and a thick ass. I could see it in the mirror behind her. I began gently rubbing myself over my pants, and she smiled. She was down to her lingerie now. She was marvelous. Her stockings went all the way to her hip.
She keeled onto the bed, on top of me. She dry humped me and began kissing my lips. They were soft and her deep red lipstick never smeared.
“Touch me” she whispered between kisses.
I cupped her hanging breasts. They were freckled with a few wrinkles. They were large and warm. She straightened herself and took off her bra, still dry humping me. By now there was precum in my underwear. She tossed her bra, took my head and guided me into her breasts. They were on either side of my head, covering my ears. I could feel the sweat from between them on my nose. I licked it up.
“Oh my” she said laughing, “that tickled”.
“Sorry” I said, muffled, still smothered.
“No, no. I liked it. Do my nipples.”
I took her right breast in hand and licked and sucked on her nipple.
She made a pleasurable moan and said, “Oh yeah, suck my tits.” All while still dry humping me.
They were warm on my face and I salivated all over them. She seemed to like it.
“You’re making me wet” she said.
She moved forward onto my stomach. I loosened my belt, and she unzipped me. She was still front facing and doing all this behind her back. She was incredible. Sexy. Like a pro. She took out my hard cock and stroked it. I gave out a little verbal reaction.
“Let’s get you ready” she said, sinningly. She moved down and off of me. She took my cock and began stroking me. Next I was in her mouth. She licked it like a damn melting popsicle, trying to get every drop before it hit her hand. I watched as her head bounced, and the seeing the reflection of this in the mirror turned me on even more. She was incredible. She grabbed my balls and practically
swallowed them.
I couldn’t keep myself. I grabbed the back of her head and forced her into me, letting out a loud “Oh fuck!”
She straightened up again. She looked at me. There was cum dribbling out of the side of her mouth. Her middle finger scooped it into her mouth and she licked her finger clean.
“It’s too soon for that, Pat” the look on her face was hungry. “You taste good. I want more.”
She got on top of me again and sat on my face, digging her pussy into my face.
“Eat me” she said.
That’s all I needed. Grabbed her ass and began. She got more wet than before. I could feel it in my face, but I didn’t care.
“Lick my clit. Oh. Yeah. There. There” she would struggle to say.
She almost ripped my hair out when I stuck my entire tongue up inside her. She squirmed and rode my face deep into the mattress.
“I want you right now” she said in haste. Breathing heavy. “I love young men like you and your sweet tasting cocks.”
Moans rung out, echoing and hitting the walls as she rode me. She was crazy. Like a starved whore. I guess she doesn’t get much fuck from her old husband. I felt bad for the guy, but he was down there and I was up here.
She was all over my chest. Pawing at me with lost hands not knowing where to go. I grabbed her tits again as she bounced on me. They were hot. She rode me hard. And all I could feel was hot. Pleasure. Stiffness. Like a hot flash. I thought I was going blind!
“Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me, I’m almost there!” She grunted. Each bounce of hers, came with a loud “yes!” in unison.
Something surged in me. I couldn’t help it. Like I was on auto-pilot, I got up and took her with me. We made it to the window. And for anyone to see, there she was. Exposed. Naked. One hand on her throat, the other rubbing her pussy, she was elated. Practically shaking. I stuck my cock in her and moved a steady pace.
“Oh fuck,” she said in surprise, “you’re a naughty boy.”
I didn’t say anything. I was hard and inside her. I tightened my grip on her wrinkled, sweaty throat and thrust more fiercely.
I pushed her against the window. Her giant breasts were now pressed against the glass, flattening. I fucked faster and faster. I could feel it coming. I was going to blow. I leaned in close to her. My heavy
breaths ricocheted off her neck and ear.
“You taste so good, Mrs. Kleinen” I said. I exited her and got on my knees. I gave her ass a hard slap and she jumped. I spread her cheeks and started licking her again. I had worked up so much saliva, it could make it wet for the both of us. Not that more was needed.
“Holy shit. Oh shit. Oh fuck – y-yes” she was trembling now.
I used my middle finger inside her as I ate her out. She reached behind her, grabbing my head, shoving me deep into her ass.
“I’m almost there. Fuck. I’m gonna cum” she said, breathing faster.
Her body began to shake. She groped and clawed at whatever she could reach. She moaned and yelled and then her whole body relaxed.
“Holy shit. God damn. You ate me like your last meal,” she laughed.
She laughed a lot.
“Come here” she said, signaling me with her finger. I approached her.
“You need to finish too,” her arm was around my neck, hanging from my shoulder. Our lips were locked in a slow and passionate kiss. Her other hand was slowly stroking my cock. Mine were gripping her ass.
“You’re a good boy” Kate said, “damn you’re a good fuck.”
She got on her knees and began sucking me. My hands were behind my back. She freehanded me. She didn’t need them. Her mouth could end wars. She sucked me dry. I came in her mouth and she swallowed all of me.
We laid naked on the bed for a little bit to catch our breath. Our sweaty bodies together felt like one creature.
Breathing hard on my back I blurted out, “Mrs. Kleinen, I think I love you.”
She laughed and got up, tossing me my clothes.
“Call me Kate, sweetie. And, I know” the look on her face was that of a queen that just conquered. Like I was nothing but a common fuck. Just another slave for her pleasure. And damned if I wasn’t.
We went downstairs after cleaning up and went back outside to the party.
I found my friend that I came here with and joined the group he was conversing with.
“Where have you been?” he asked.
“I got a tour of the house.” I said.
“How was it?” He asked. He told me our friend that got married was looking for me.
“It was good. I had a good time. I wonder if her sister will get married soon.”
I looked over at Mrs. Kleinen, and she did so at me. She smiled into her wine glass as she sipped, and turned back to her group.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/o4n7bg/a_wedding_is_a_union