My Grandma, what big...

Linda noticed you staring at the woman and felt a pang of jealousy. She looked a bit dejected that you weren't staring at her in quite the same way.

"Oh, how silly, you've never been introduced. Bill, this is my mother, Cassandra, Sarah's grandmother.", Linda said. "She, flew in for the wedding."

Having been introduced the incredibly buxom woman stood and turned to you. "It is so good to welcome you to the family Bill.", as she wrapper her arms around you and pulled you tight against her very shapely body. This was Sarah's grandmother? You'd heard her described as 'well preserved', but this looked more like time had been frozen completely. The only thing indicative of age on her was her tremendous bosom - and that looked every bit as firm and proud as any young woman's - and felt that way too as she pulled the hug even tighter to whisper in your ear. You could feel the warmth of her breath on your neck, and the softness of her skin.

The voice was low and sultry, like honey dripping from a spoon. "Oh, sweetie, I can feel that tool in your pocket, and I thank you for the compliment. But you should know I'm probably 3 times your age.", then the whisper became more sensual. "With my experience, I would drain you dry and leave you begging for my touch. My lips would touch every inch of your body, exploring, tasting, teasing. You would be so lost in pleasure that you would beg me to stop. But I would never stop. I would make you mine, completely and totally. You would be my ****, my toy, my plaything. And you would love every second of it."

Her perfume was a mix of roses and jasmine, and it was heady and intoxicating. You could feel the warmth of her body pressing against you, and her bosom was so large that it threatened to overwhelm you. She held you for a long moment before finally releasing you, and you felt a little lightheaded. Your cock twitched against her body before she finally stepped back and gave you a knowing smile. She returned to her seat and you took yours.

You barely had time to sit down before you could feel a hand on each of your legs, running teasingly up and down toward your crotch. At one point during the meal, the two hands actually briefly met, and the mothers on either side of you exchanged a knowing but heated glance at each other. It seemed their competition may very well have been a real thing.

You managed to make it through the toasts by standing in a position that hid your erection behind your bride's body. It accidentally brushed her once, at which point she leaned back against it and whispered in your ear, "Down boy, nothing till the wedding night." But your cock didn't care - it wasn't her that had it going crazy.

After the dinner, the wedding party headed over to the church. The air was thick with sexual tension, and you could feel everyone's eyes on you, undressing you with their gaze. The women looked at you with hunger, and you felt like a piece of meat. It was clear that the mothers were not the only ones competing for you.