Directly, chatting to keep me at ease.

The bride's mother, my former girlfriend's mother, stroked my cock gently through my open bathrobe. "Has it been a long time, darling?" Marianne asked. "I'm sure the military keeps you very busy."

"Yes," I said. "Pretty busy, ma'am."

"Don't be silly, darling," she said. "Call me Marianne." She kept up her gentle stroking, rubbing her palm over the head, which started to weep slippery pre-cum. "We're very glad you made it back for Michelle's wedding. She went through quite a rough time after you left. Are you glad to be back?"

"Yes, very much," I said. I was breathing heavily and raggedly. I always thought Michelle's mom looked good, but, well, never thought much more till the last couple days.

"I'm glad I can make it even better for you, darling," Marianne said. She released my cock and turned. "Do my zip?" she asked.

I reached up and grasped the little metal tab, and slid it down the back of her light dress. With a shake of her shoulders and a wiggle of her hips, it slithered to the floor. "Thank you, darling," she said. "Like what you see?"

"Yes, ma'am," I said, "very much." Her round butt, firm with exercise, was so much like Michelle's. A flat ribbon of web crossed the center of her back, a bra strap designed to be invisible under a dress.

Her hand curled back and captured my cock, squeezing firmly. "What did you call me, darling? Do you like what you see?"

"Yes, Marianne," I said.

"But you're more of a tit man, I'm sure," she said. "I watched your eyes pop out at Danielle last night. She's grown up quite a bit, hasn't she? Do you like her tits?" She squeezed my cock gently.

"Yes, they're beautiful," I said.

"I'm glad to hear it," she said. "Danielle was asking me to put in a good word for her with you. I said I'd do my best. Be kind to her, she's got quite a crush on you." Marianne stroked my cock gently, then released it. "Do my bra? I hope you won't be disappointed," she said.

I slid my fingertips round the thin webbing strap, looking for a clasp, and found myself cupping Marianne's full breasts from behind.

"No clasp, silly darling," she said. "Just elastic. That feels good, so take your time."

I stood still for a second, cupping her breasts. My heart beat fast, and I felt flushed. My cock was throbbing almost painfully.

"Stage fright, darling?" she asked.

"No. I just want you very badly," I said.

"I want you badly too, darling," she said. "Don't mind the bra, then." She turned to me and peeled off her white lace panties, revealing a neatly trimmed bush and a beautiful set of pussy lips. She raised one leg and reached her arms out for me, and I lifted her up and down onto my cock.

She was hot and wet, and soon we were against the wall, holding tight, fucking hard and deep. I didn't think I would last, but Marianne was first to come. Just like Michelle, hot and fast, with a low moan that rose to a high, ragged sigh. She slumped against me. "Oooh," she said. "Michelle was right."

I knew I had a chance to ask a question while she was off-guard after her orgasm.

I wondered about Marianne's bisexual experiences, and whether she preferred men or women more. I wondered how she knew about Matt's birthmark. I wondered just how much Michelle told her about me. I wondered what else Danielle had said about me. But if I had a chance for just one question?

I held her gently, and walked her over to the bed, laying her down softly.

"Marianne," I said tentatively.

"Yes, darling," she breathed.

"I have a question for you," I said.

"Ask me anything," she said softly.