Mother of the Bride

Mother of the Bride
By: Norseman

There she stood, the mother of the bride, looking beautiful as ever. I had last seen her about ten years before, and the years had been kind to her. She was standing there in a floor length maroon dress that was slit to just above the knee with a neckline that brought attention to her cleavage but in a modest way by way of a sheer material that covered the open part. Her hourglass figure was still there and she had all the right curves in all the right places. She stood 5'8" and the heels on her feet brought her almost up to my six-foot frame. She still looked to weigh about a hundred and twenty pounds and her 38C was just extra special to match those bedroom eyes. I think every man was attracted to her or to her daughter.

The bride was just twenty-two years old but she looked like the younger sister of her mom. The bride was a couple inches taller than her mom was, but she had the same blue eyes and it looked like she had a D cup chest. The younger men were looking at her and thinking how lucky the groom was to marry her, and the older men were looking at the mom wishing they could hook up with her. I know because I had over-heard some of them in the Men's Room talking about her. Things like, "Man I sure would like to tap that", and "heard that since her divorce, she hasn't slept with any guy, sure would like to get her back into action", another guy added in, "I heard that she gives blow jobs real good but won't let anybody screw her".

I left the men's room with a sense of disgust that all those people could do was talk and gossip, almost as bad as women were. I decided to see how things were, talk to her, and catch up on those ten years that I had been gone. I waited until she was done talking to an older couple and walked up to her. "Hey Barb", I went "long time no see".

"Hi Bill, yes it's been a long time, what have you been doing lately? Still gallivanting around the world?" she asked with an icy tone in her voice.

"Oh, just the usual," I answered in what I hoped was a friendly tone, "Uncle Sam keeps sending me trouble spots and asking me to try keep warm spots from turning into 'hot' spots".

"Well, it sure hasn't hurt you any, you still look fit" and she turned on her heel and walked away to another couple. I decided that she had not changed any since the last time I had seen her.

She still hated the fact that I was a career officer in the Army and that I was always being sent to small countries to help their military and trying to train them to modern tactics. In my early years with the Army, I had seen too many third world countries trying to defend themselves with the tactics they had learned a hundred years before. I had dedicated myself to try to help these countries to upgrade into the 21st Century. I was now fifty; lean hundred and eighty pounds on a six-foot frame, with some would call premature gray hair. With Barb walking away from me, I decided that I would take in the customary toasts and then leave. Much as she excited me, I did not have to put up with her.

About two hours later, after the toasts, I was seated at a table talking to a couple of friends from High School that I hadn't seen in about twenty years when Barb came up to me again.

"Bill, if you don't mind, I need some help moving some gifts up to the room. Most of them have already been taken up but this one is too big and I know that it is breakable and I do not trust it with the hired help. So could you please carry it up to my room?"

"Sure Barb, I would be happy to help," I answered, "where is it and where do I take it?"

"Just follow me Bill," she answered and started to walk away. I said my goodbyes to my friends and started following her. Rush Limbaugh has this quote, "about loving the women's movement, especially when he is behind it"; I had to agree with him on that. I was watching Barb walk and the walk was worth walking behind her for, she had the right amount of swish to her hips as she walked with an occasional view of her leg through the slit in her dress. We arrived at the gift table and there was a box about two feet by two feet by two feet. I picked it up and it felt like it weighed about forty pounds. "What is this?" I asked Barb.

"It is crystal goblets and glasses from the Berger's," she answered, "they are very valuable so be careful." She turned and started walking towards the elevator. I followed her and still admired her walk. We arrived at the elevator and she pushed the "Up" arrow. Before I could ask what floor we would be going to, the car arrived and we stepped on. She pushed the "14" button and the doors closed. I leaned back into the back of the car as the car started going up. She came back and leaned against the back of the car beside me, making sure that she made contact with my arm. She looked at me, "You still doing all of those pushups? Your arm feels very solid."

"Yeah, a hundred in the morning and another hundred at supper time along with fifty sit-ups at the same times".

She seemed to put more pressure on my arm and there was a twitch in the crotch of my pants. "You know Bill, it has been a long time since we have seen each other."

"Yeah Barb, it has been. Have you been seeing some special guy?"

"No, no body really gets me too fired up, ever since the divorce, I just don't want to try the waters again, the men around here just aren't 'special', I mean they are all so typical."

"How so?" I asked.

"They just seem to think that since I am divorced, that I need a cock either in my pussy or my mouth. Kind of as if they think, they need to 'service' me. There just isn't a 'true man' in the area."

"Well, that's a shame; a woman like you should be taken care of by a man and more importantly, loved by a man, not serviced. I heard some of them talking about you in the men's room and it really made me sick hearing how they talked about you. I could tell that it was all wishful thinking".

"You see, that is what I mean. They are all talk, but none of them have the guts to even talk to me, but I can tell by the way they look at me, that all they want to do is fuck me and then leave because they will have 'taken care of my need' I am so fed up with those men".

The elevator stopped at the ninth floor and an older couple got on board the car and they pushed the button for the eleventh floor with the woman saying, "I am so glad we got out of that room, I have never seen such a brazen display of a couple towards each other, I mean really they were grouping each other....". I did not hear anything else because Barb now had her hand inside my pants pocket and she was grabbing my cock and squeezing it. She whispered into my ear, "nice to know that all of your muscles are still firm and hard".

When the car reached the eleventh floor and the other couple got off, Barb with her free hand reached over and pushed the 'Door close' button. The door closed and while still holding onto my cock she started to kiss me. Now who was I to disapprove, a hot looking woman has a firm hold on my cock and sticking her tongue down my throat. The rest of the trip to the 14th floor was one long kiss; the doors had almost closed before Barb released my cock and stuck her arm through the closing door to get it to reopen.

I stepped out of the car and followed Barb as she was walking down the hallway to her room. She seemed to have even more swish to her hips now. We got to her room and she was fumbling with the key card, the package was starting to feel heavy in my arms and I was looking forward to finally putting it down when the door opened. Barb had taken a couple steps inside when she went, "oh wait, I dropped the card". I stopped, I was just inside the door but the door could not close because of where I was standing when I had a surprise.

Barb had gotten down on the floor, but instead of picking up the keycard, she had unzipped my pants and had pulled out my cock, which was still hard from the action in the car and was now sucking it down that sexy throat. This was better than any fantasies I had ever had. She had sucked most of it down and bobbed her head a couple times when she popped it out of her mouth. "What ever you do, don't drop that gift" and with that she then sucked all eight inches in. She had her hands on my ass pulling me into her mouth but her hands were under my suit coat so no one could see her.

There I am, about a foot inside the room but with the door open, holding this expensive gift and getting a blow job that had to one of the best, I was right on the verge of coming when down the hall comes someone on the way to the elevator. "Beautiful night isn't it", they said to me. "Fantastic" I blurted out right before I exploded into Barb's throat. She sucked and sucked and kept taking all that was spurting out of my cock. After about eight spurts, I felt like I was done and Barb slowly withdrew her mouth and then licked the length of my shaft a few times and then she stood up and let me into the room so the door could close and I could set the gift down into the corner of the room.

When I turned around, she had a warm washcloth in her hand. "you leaked out some and you have a few drops on your pants. You better clean it up as best as you can". She turned and went into the bathroom while I wiped up the couple of drops that had spilled onto the fly of my slacks. After that, I sat down in a chair and waited for her to come out of the bathroom.

When she did, she looked even sexier. Gone was the material that had covered her cleavage. Now her cleavage was on full display and her sexy breasts were even more eye grabbing. However, the slit in her dress was now to mid thigh instead of just above the knee. Now when she walked, there was a lot more of those sexy legs on display. My manhood once again started to stir. "You know, no one would believe that you can get the perfect dress from Fredrick's, but I knew that you would be here, and I knew that I was going to give you a blow job, and I knew that you would have a big load for me, so I got a dress with removable panels just in case someone leaked out and with an adjustable leg slit".

"Adjustable?" I asked. "Oh yes, it can even go higher. Now how about we rejoin the party before people start talking about us". With that, we left the room and returned to the party. The ride down the elevator was proper with just a single kiss that lasted for only a couple floors. I thought well that will be about all for now, when just as the car reached the ground floor and before the doors opened she just said, "I hope you have more Bill because I intend to drain you dry before the sun comes up in the morning", the doors opened and off she went, with me standing there in disbelief. I had just been told that there was going to be more sex for me. I had to hit the 'door open' button to get out of the car, when the doors opened, she was out of sight.

I headed back into the ballroom and made the rounds. I glimpsed Barb a few times, but always she was talking to some other people. I even took a turn on the dance floor with the bride. She was light on her feet and an excellent dancer as I remembered her mother to be. We talked typical small talk and then she said, "Have you ever seen my mother look as beautiful as she does tonight?"

"Well, I haven't seen her for years, but she is still very beautiful tonight, downright sexy if I was to say anything".

"Oh yes, mother is sexy, I hated the way she wore her dress earlier, but now that she has made some alterations, she is really something to look at now. I bet there are men here just wishing that they could get away from their women so they could be with mom".

"Really now," I said, "it makes it sound like you want your mom to get laid tonight. Not quite what I was expecting from a daughter".

"It's about time that she got out," the bride replied, "she has been wasting away for way too long. If Bobby ever died or left me, I do not think I would take myself out of living life. I think men and women should find somebody else to love and continue with enjoying life. Mom has been a like a spinster all these years since her divorce, its time that she get back into living and if that means get laid once in awhile, so be it. It's time that she starts living her own life and not trying to make mine perfect."

"Well, with that, I think that Bobby is a lucky man and I hope you two are still madly in love when you have your fifty anniversary", with that I gave her a kiss on the cheek and let another man continue the dance. I went over, ordered a beer and sat down at a table to the side, out of the way of the most of the people. About ten minutes later, the chair next to me made a scrapping noise and Barb sat herself down and asked if I was having a good time.

"Oh, very much. I love sipping on my beer and thinking of the last thing you told me." She smiled at me and leaned over towards my ear and grabbed my hand, "Well here is something else for you to ponder", as she got up and walked away towards another couple of people. I looked down and in my hand was a set of thong underwear, still warm and when I held it discreetly to my nose, I caught of whiff of her scent. I put the thong into my pants pocket and looked over at her as she was walking away and I caught her sneaking a look back at me over her shoulder. "I need another beer and remember to sip it and not gulp it down, I have to pace myself tonight", I thought to myself.

Finally the band was about to call it a night, the opening bars to 'Last Dance' began to play and I went over to where Barb was standing with some guests, "It's time that I get my dance with you", and I pulled her out onto the floor. Once there she melded her body against mine and we danced as one. It had been years since I had danced, but with Barb in my arms and thoughts of what she had told me running through my head, the movement of the dance just helped to blend everything into one. I noticed other couple stopping to watch us. I found that I was falling in love with this beautiful woman. During the dance, Barb looked into my eyes and said, "Nice to know how you are feeling and Bill, I love you so very much, I don't know why I have taken all of these years to tell you this, but please come to my room after this dance."

"It's either yours or my room, but we are leaving here together". The dance ended and we headed for the elevator. We got to the car and Barb asked what floor is your room. I hit the twenty button and then the 'close door' so we were alone in the car as it started up. I grabbed her and held her against the side of the car, our mouths both crashed into each other with the passion that had been building ever since we left her room. I reached down, pulled on the slit of her dress, heard a slight tearing noise, and then felt the resistance disappear. Her hands had been working on my fly and my cock was sticking out through the fly of my pants. I lifted her up, she wrapped her legs around me, and I started to position my cock to enter her when I felt her pussy. I hesitated for about a second. She gasped at me, "I told you that I knew you were going to be here, so I shaved my pussy for you, now fuck me you stud". I sank all eight inches in one push, she was hot and wet.

She wanted to be fucked and I was going to give it to her. With her legs wrapped around me and with my pumping in and out of her with most of the length of my cock, my balls were slapping gently on her ass, we were both grunting. I looked over and saw the indicator was already to the eighteenth floor so I reached over and hit the stop button. The car came to a sudden stop, which only heightened the feeling of the stroke that I was on. I could feel the surge building in my loins and Barb was gasping, "oh keep fucking me, oh come on baby, I can feel it, we're so close, come on faster, fuck me", and just before my cock exploded she yelled, "OH FUCK YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSS", when I came I stopped for a second and thrust deeper and deeper feeling my cock pulsing deep inside her releasing all of the sperm that had built up inside from all of the teasing she had done that night. After what seemed like five minutes, we finally got our breathing under control and our clothes back into some presentable shape and I hit the start button on the elevator.

When we got to the 20th floor, the doors opened and there was an older woman. As we got off the car, she shot me a disapproving look and got onto the car. When we got to my room as I was pulling my keycard out of my wallet, Barb started to laugh. I looked down and the area around my fly was all wet as if I had pissed my pants. No wonder the old biddy had looked so mad at me. We went into my room and still chuckling about the old woman, I excused myself, went to the bathroom, and cleaned up some. I decided to take a shower to get rid of the cigarette smoke and when I was done, I put the terry cloth robe that came with the room on. When I stepped out of the bathroom, Barb was standing there with my keycard in her hand. She put it into the pocket of my robe and then said, "I am going back to my room. I do not want people saying that I went to a strange man's room tonight. But you are welcome to escort me back to my room, just let me freshen up before we leave here". With that, she went into the bathroom. A few minutes later, she stepped out, her hair was back into place and her lipstick had been reapplied only to be smudged a little when we kissed again.

She opened the door and holding my hand she pulled me out into the hallway with me only wearing a robe. We went to the elevator and got on board to go to her room. When the doors closed, she stood in such a way that her whole leg was fully exposed. Once again, my manhood started to rise to the occasion. When we got to her floor, my cock was fully engorged and she walked off the car. She led to her room with me right behind her. She stopped about ten feet away from her room as if she was listening to the next-door room. When she had stopped, I had walked right into her so she could feel my erection and then she started walking to her room. When she stepped away, the knot came undone on the robe and there was my cock fully exposed. I hurriedly wrapped my robe close and stepped into her room now that her door was open.

As I went into the room, I noticed that the adjoining door was not fully closed but before I could close it all the way, Barb was all over me. We fell onto the bed, proceeded to rip the covers back, and kept on kissing and groping each other. Soon both my robe and her dress were on the floor, I had progressed from kissing on her mouth, to her neck, to her nipples, to her navel, and finally I was kissing and licking her pussy. I do not know if it was wet from our fucking in the elevator or from our current make out session but she was wet and I did not care. She tasted beautiful and as I started to nibble on her clit, again, she started making noise and gasping out how to lick, she and then she started to buck against my face and with both hands she grabbed the back of head and was forcing my mouth into her pussy. Finally, she gave out a whimpering cry that she was coming and her legs really squeezed hard on my neck. About thirty seconds later, she relaxed her legs enough so I could move back up to kissing her navel and then her nipples, which again seemed to trigger a spasm.

Finally, I was back to her mouth kissing her and she rolled over on top of me and sat up. Reaching down with her hand, she lifted her self-high enough to lower herself down onto my cock and she started riding on it. She was back to making grunting noises and urging me to fuck her hard. "Come on you big stud, fuck me with that big hard cock, I want to feel that cum monster filling me up with all of the sperm of yours, I want to fuck you until you can't cum anymore, come on fuck me harder!"

It took awhile, but I finally felt it building up in me and once again, we both came together with both of us letting the other that we were Cumming. She collapsed on top of me and we were enjoying the pleasure of cuddling and having small talk. The sheet was just covering her at the waist. "Barb, how about you and I get married? You know that we have both been in love with each other over all of these years, let's get married."

Before she could answer, the door to the adjoining room swung open and there was the bride in a short white silk nightgown that gave very little coverage, "MOM, what are you doing? It's like you could wake the dead!"

Barb rolled off me, in such a way that I could not cover myself in time before my cock slipped out of her mom. "Your father just asked me to marry him again. So you will be happy to know that I am going to say 'Yes'", she then rolled back onto me without the sheet and looked back at our daughter, "now close the door and I suggest you make love to your husband like I am going to your dad, and remember, once in awhile, a good fucking is very good".