There were two females waiters, also finely dressed in their own right, and their attractiveness didn't go unnoticed by the males in the room, which, of course, included the newly wedded groom.
There was an air of intoxication in the room; but not one borne from alcohol; rather, one of a sexual nature. Weddings did that, had the ability to charge people up and inspire in them a feeling of romance and intimacy. Perhaps it had something to do with the alcohol, as it flowed freely, both in the sense that it flowed in copious amounts and from an open bar, which just invites people to partake.
It did not help matters that this was a very alluring wedding party. The bridesmaids all wore sleeveless dresses that stopped several inches above the knee. The groomsmen all took obvious pride in their physical appearance. In fact, it seemed all of the wedding guests would look right at home on the cover of a fitness magazine.
The bride looked especially resplendent in both her wedding dress and her party dress (though the party dress showed much more tantalizing skin). And, to be fair, the groom was practically bursting out of his tuxedo, his massive arms begging to be released from their confines (not to mention his massive manhood, which also begged to be released; and it would be later on that night, much to the bride's delight).
But one guest stood out above the rest, at least as far as the bride's coworker and friend was concerned. The bride's mother looked a vision in her blue gown that stopped just above her ankles. Sure, of all the women here, she was hardly the most scantily-clad, not to mention on the older side, but she wore her years not as a curse, but as a blessing. It also helped that her dress hugged every beautiful curve on her body.
He had known the bride for some time, as while they had met at work three years ago, her mother had been his high school English teacher sophomore year. The bride, in fact, had come in to substitute on several occasions. Clearly, like every boy in his class, he found the younger version quite the looker; however, unlike the rest of his male classmates, he had eyes for the original version.
At last, after it seemed everyone else has paid their respects to the newly married couple, the bride's co-worker and friend made it to the head table.
"Congratulations Diane, you look amazing. And, Rob, you're a lucky man. Take care of her."
Kevin, thank you for coming," Diane replied, while her husband raised his glass as a sign of appreciation. "I hope you had fun. I'm sorry we didn't get to speak much, but you know how weddings are."
"Of course, no problem," Kevin said.
It was truly no problem, as while Kevin came to support Diane, he secretly hoped to spend some quality alone time with her mom, Anne. Unfortunately, he hadn't any success, and as the party started to wind down, he worried he'd never get his chance.
Anne had been widowed a decade, after her husband died of cancer. According to Diane, she had dated some in the past 10 years, but nothing serious. At 61, it seems she felt too old to be "in the game," so to speak. Naturally, it's hard to replace your first love, and Anne didn't seem to want to even try.
But feelings about her own age aside, Anne was a total knockout: tall, regal, sophisticated, lovely, she had all the qualities any sane man would desire in a partner. In her current state, she stood about five feet 10 inches tall (that's with heels on of course, as she was hardly seen without them on her delicate feet), wore her long brown hair in a sweeping updo and dotted her face with just enough makeup to hide any wrinkles (if there were even any to hide).
Her lips were coated a light pink, and her fingers and toes were painted a peach color. Surprisingly, at least to Kevin, Anne had one tattoo: she tattooed her daughter's name on the back of her neck a few days after she was born. This was her only child.
Kevin, at 30, was considerably younger than the more mature Anne, but he had seen enough and done enough to feel at ease next to the mother of the bride. Then, of course, like all the men at this party, he looked about as fit as a man could. He stood six feet two inches tall and although not bursting out of his suit, his arms and chest were well-defined. His manhood, coincidentally, while not aching to be freed, measured up to any man's in the room (including the well-endowed groom).
In short, Kevin was a stud, and he definitely felt confident that if he could get Anne alone, he could convince her to come back to his room for a nightcap. Said nightcap would involve drinking and sex, but mostly sex. Kevin had fantasized about bedding his former English teacher since he first sat in her classroom 15 years ago.
"I see the years have been kind to you."
Kevin was pleasantly surprised that Anne had walked up to him and placed a hand on his shoulder.
"And to you, as well," Kevin replied, unable to take his eyes off the older woman.
"Too many years," Anne shot back, squeezing Kevin's muscular shoulder.
"You would never know it," Kevin reassured her, "as you don't look a day older than when I first saw you."
"Well, if you were this flattering back then, I might have given you an A."
"If I was only as confident then as I am now, I would have been."
Anne gave Kevin a flirtatious smile and placed her hand on the small of his back. He reached over to a nearby table and handed her a glass of champagne as hers was nearly empty.
"Thank you, young man," Anne offered.
"My pleasure, young lady," Kevin said with a smile.
"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were flirting with me," Anne retorted.
"I could say the same thing," Kevin replied, motioning toward her hand on his back.
"Oh," Anne said suddenly aware of the situation. "I've had a few drinks and I just needed some support. Am I making you uncomfortable?"
"Not in the slightest," Kevin countered. "You have my permission to put your hand anywhere you want."
Anne's eyes widened at that comment, clearly understanding the double entendre.
"You have definitely grown up," Anne said, as she moved her hand up and down Kevin's strong back. "In more ways than one."
Now it was Kevin's turn to revel in the subtle dirty talk.
"I'm absolutely not the little teenage boy from your English class," Kevin acknowledged. "There's a lot more to me . . . intellectually speaking of course."
"How much more?" Anne wanted to know.
"As she sipped her champagne, Kevin leaned down and whispered in her ear. What he said caused her to spit some of her drink back into her glass. But she composed herself enough to smile and place her hand on his hip.
"I hope I haven't offended you," Kevin remarked. "Perhaps I came across to forward."
"I am very offended," Anne joked, "and I think I might leave this party. Would you be a gentleman and walk me out?"
"How could I refuse the mother of the bride," Kevin said.
Both returned their champagne glasses to the table and made their way to the front door, careful not to draw any attention to themselves. Fortunately, people were too busy dancing and chatting to notice the mother of the bride leaving with a much younger man.
Because the party was held in hotel ballroom, it was a short walk to the elevator for both and a short elevator ride to reach Anne's hotel room door.
"I would invite you in, but how would that look?" Anne wondered aloud. "I wouldn't want you to get ideas about me."
"What kind of gentleman would I be if I didn't walk you into the room and check and make sure no one is hiding in here waiting to attack you," Kevin said, knowing she'd let him in anyway.
"Yes, you should definitely do that," Anne remarked. "You can even check under the bed and in the closet for monsters."
As Anne placed her room key in the slot, Kevin reached forward to open the door.
"I know we'll definitely find one monster in this room," Kevin said as he let Anne enter first.
Upon entering, Anne placed her purse on the table. She walked into the bathroom and told Kevin to make himself comfortable. As soon as she disappeared behind the closed door, Kevin stripped off his suit jacket, shoes, button down shirt and pants. He relaxed on the bed in just his undershirt and boxer-briefs. His impressive manhood was clearly noticeable tucked away in his underwear.
"Do you need any help?' Kevin asked, realizing that Anne may need a hand undoing the zipper on her dress.
"Thank you, sweetie, but I'm just fine. I'll be out in one second."
Kevin's mind raced as he thought about the possibilities of what Anne would or wouldn't be wearing when she opened the door. Would she be naked? In her underwear? Did she have sexy lingerie in the bathroom to change into?
When the door finally opened, Anne stepped out in her four-inch heels, a blue pair of lacy panties and a blue, satin bra.
"I see you took my advice. You look very comfortable," Anne noted.
"As do you," Kevin replied.
"You don't think it's a bit much?" Anne exclaimed.
"If you're asking me if you're wearing too much clothing, then yes, it's too much. But I can help with that."
Kevin wasted no time getting off the bed and wrapping his strong arms around the older woman's body. As he reached for her bra clasp, their lips met in a fiery and passionate kiss. Tongues danced and tickled each other's mouths.
It didn't take long for Kevin to unclasp Anne's bra freeing her large, yet still firm breasts. He dropped the garment to the floor as he paused to take in the sight.
"How are they?" Anne asked sheepishly.
"I've never seen a better pair," Kevin said confidently.
They were a large C with pink puffy nipples. They hung slightly, as any pair of large breasts would on an older woman. Regardless, Kevin wasted no time cupping and squeezing them, rolling the nipples between his fingers.
"I guess you do like them," Anne noticed.
"I like everything," Kevin said, as his eyes traced her body from her still sweeping updo to the toe of her high heels. "How could I not?"
"I am 61 you know," Anne acknowledged. "Not exactly a hot, young girl."
"Why would I want a hot, young girl when I have a sexy, mature woman," Kevin explained.
Before Anne could reply, Kevin pressed his lips to her nipple. He sucked on the flesh and scraped the tiny bud with his teeth. As he did that, he placed his hands underneath her shapely bottom and lifted her off the ground.
He turned around and placed her onto the bed. In a swift motion, he then ripped her panties down her legs and off her body, leaving her in nothing but four-inch heels.
"Much better," Kevin said.
"You want me in my heels?" Anne asked.
"I love a girl in heels," Kevin replied. "But not those ridiculous stripper heels. A nice pair of sensible four-inch stilettos works just fine."
"If you think four-inch stilettos are sensible, you've never been a woman," Anne quickly shot back. "Not to mention that four-inches doesn't usually satisfy us."
"Good thing for you, then, I have a lot more than four inches to offer, as I said downstairs," Kevin said with a cheeky grin.
"About that," Anne wondered, "how do I know you were being honest? I could never be with a man who lies."
To quell her concerns, Kevin removed his underwear springing free his nine-inch member.
"Feel free to measure it if you'd like. I don't want to short change you," Kevin joked.
Anne reached out and felt his hard cock. Although she had never been with a man as impressive as Kevin, she had no concerns about the exact number.
"It could be a tenth of an inch short of nine," Anne giggled, "but I think it will suffice."
"Trust me, you won't miss that tenth of an inch when I'm inside you," Kevin noted.
He didn't waste any time, either, as he lined up the head of his cock with Anne's vaginal opening and pushed forward.
"Take it slow, baby," Anne pleaded. "I haven't been with a man in some time and this pussy has only felt these fingers. It needs to relearn what a glorious cock feels like."
Kevin, being a good listener and also a tease, pulled his cock all the way out.
"No, no, sweetie, I didn't mean you had to pull out. Come on, let's get in back in there," Anne asked sweetly.
Kevin pressed his cockhead against Anne's clit and pushed. It didn't go in.
"A little lower, babe," Anne cooed. "You almost got it."
Kevin pressed it again against her clit.
"Inside, please," Anne begged.
"Although he could follow instructions, Kevin often went off-script. Here, he continued to rub his meaty cockhead against Anne's sensitive kitten.
"You're such a dick," Anne breathed as she both hated and enjoyed her clit being teased.
After a few minutes, Kevin pressed his thick manhood into her waiting hole, but quickly pulled out.
"Nice and slow, right?" Kevin asked.
He pressed his cock again past her pussy lips before quickly pulling out.
"I said slow, not to torture me," Anne pleaded. "You can keep it in next time."
Never one to disappoint, Kevin placed his hands on Anne's hips and pressed them into the bed as he pushed all nine of his impressive inches deep inside her. He then slid his hands onto her thighs and pushed them open so she could take all of his thick member.
"Just like that," Anne begged. "Just like that."
Kevin leaned his head down and drooled some saliva onto her clit so he could use his hand to rub it and stimulate it. He ground his thumb over her button as he began to push his cock deeper inside of her.
With her legs in the air, Anne felt every inch of Kevin like she had never felt any man before. She closed her eyes, but her mouth remained open to suck in whatever air she could. Her breathing became heavy as Kevin continued to toy with her kitten.
"Can I fuck you proper now?" Kevin asked politely.
A gurgle is all that came out of Anne's mouth.
"I'm going to need consent, baby. Can I fuck you proper now?" Kevin asked again.
Anne croaked out a yes.
"I'm sorry, love, come again," Kevin replied.
"Yes, fuck me," Anne hissed. "Fuck my tight, little hole with your big, fat cock."
Always a gentleman, Kevin did as he was told. He pounded the woman he had fantasized about for 15 years. He became good friends with his co-worker, the bride, when he discovered who her mom was. He followed her on Twitter, Instagram and became her Facebook friend just in the hopes she would post pictures of or with her mother. She did not disappoint.
Up went pictures of mother-daughter outings: lunches, vacations, and, yes, beach trips (though sadly, for Kevin at least, Anne tended to wear more conservative beach attire). Being with her now, seeing her incredible body, he didn't know why she deprived those beachgoers of her lithe figure and her immaculate tits.
Kevin continued his vaginal assault and Anne continued to enjoy every minute of it. Late night masturbation sessions (or early morning or evening) couldn't compare to Kevin's length and girth stretching her once tight pussy, hitting every spot, going places no man had ever gone, and making her body feel things it hadn't felt in a decade.
"So good, don't stop, don't," Anne moaned, only able to spit out words and not complete sentences. "My pussy, fuck, yes, you're so good."
Unlike Kevin, Anne did not fantasize about fucking her former high school student for 15 years. She also didn't know he fantasized about her. But she would remember this night for the rest of her life.
Kevin finally pulled out and told Anne to get on her knees. When she did, he spanked her, twice softly, then twice with force. Anne began to feel like a submissive. She liked it. Kevin spanked her again and Anne asked for more. To oblige her, Kevin spanked her hard five more times on each cheek.
He plugged her from behind and thrust into her with more force than before. He grabbed her hips and held her in place as he stuffed her hole. On her hands and knees for this young, hung, stud, Anne felt like a college girl. A very dirty college girl, but one nonetheless.
Kevin wanted her in every position possible, so he pulled out of her from behind and pushed her down onto her side. He slid in behind her and slipped his thick meat back inside her now soaking wet vagina. He lifted her top leg to open her up more so she could take more of his pounding.
Sweaty and grunting, Kevin did not slow down his assault on her 61-year old pussy. Anne, too, sweated and grunted from his assault, but she had no intentions of asking him to slow down or stop. The only request she made concerned the four-inch stilettos Kevin admired and whether she could remove them.
As he fucked her, the heel on her top foot slipped off. Kevin proceeded to shove it off the bed with his foot. He then managed to kick her other shoe off while continuing his thrusting.
Suddenly, Anne felt herself being lifted off the bed. Kevin then rolled onto his back pulling Anne up and on top of him, reverse cowgirl style. Anne wasted no time and began to ride his hard, thick cock. She pressed her feet onto the bed for stabilization as she bounced up and down on his pole.
"Fuck, baby, fuck," Anne cried. "You're going to make me cum so soon."
Anne's delicate pussy could only take so much more pounding. Alone in her room, she could tease herself for an hour and not finish. But here she had no chance to last half that long. Anne's sensitive vagina was overstimulated already just at the thought of getting fucked by someone so well-endowed. The actual act was almost too much to take.
"Are you close, baby?" Anne asked. "I want you to cum with me."
"I want to cum so bad," Kevin grunted, as he had been trying so hard not to cum too quickly.
"I'm almost there," Anne moaned.
"I am there," Kevin groaned, unable to hold it in any longer.
As he blasted Anne's wet vaginal walls with his semen, his mature lover came all over his nine-inch cock. There was so much cum, it began to drip down Kevin's enlarged member and onto the bed sheet beneath them.
Anne rolled off Kevin and his dick exited her gaping pussy with a plop. She turned to see his stiff rod all coated in their lovemaking laying flat against his stomach. Instinctively, she bent down to clean up the mess she helped make. She licked up all the juice from his deflating but still impressive manhood, then ran her tongue all his abdomen, his hips and his thighs, making sure not to miss a single drop.
Once she had finished, she crawled up to nuzzle his neck.
"Don't think you're leaving," she whispered. "You're fucking me again tomorrow morning."
"You couldn't kick me out," Kevin admitted. "Besides, I have to taste that delicious pussy at least once."
"Why don't you taste it right now," Anne suggested, rolling over so that she could straddle Kevin's face. "And I expect you to swallow every last drop."
Before Kevin could reply, Anne lowered her sopping wet pussy down onto Kevin's eager tongue.
When it comes to weddings, there's so much to enjoy including, sometimes, even the mother of the bride.
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