Mothers

Lisa crept quietly through the back of the marquee, her cell phone already in hand. She just wanted to check on the two mothers—the cake had been cut long ago, and they should have been back with the guests by now. Instead, even from a distance, she could hear loud moans, slapping sounds, and the deep laughter of several men.

She carefully pushed the tarp covering the catering area aside and froze.

Right in the middle, between the tables with the leftover cake and the stacks of dirty plates, Svenja’s mother and Florian’s mother were kneeling—both completely naked.

Svenja’s mother (the elegant, somewhat stern woman in her mid-fifties with the large, heavy breasts) was lying on her back on one of the work tables, her legs spread wide in the air. A young, muscular waiter in a catering uniform was fucking her hard and deep in the pussy, his pants pulled down only to his knees. Her body shook with every thrust, her big tits slapping against each other, her face red and contorted with pleasure. A second guy—one of the cooks—stood beside her and shoved his cock deep into her mouth while she sucked, gurgling and drooling.

Next to her on the same table lay Florian’s mother (the slightly plumper, always so prim and proper lady), also completely naked. She was being fucked in the ass from behind while simultaneously sucking a third catering guy’s cock. Her pussy dripped open and unused; a thick white string of cum was already running out of her ass and down her thighs.

The four catering guys (two waiters, a cook, and the team leader) grinned lewdly and commented loudly:

“Fuck, the bride’s mom is a real horny slut… that pussy really sucks my dick in!”

“And the other old lady swallows like a pro. They really needed it.”

Lisa stood in the shadow of the tarp, completely baffled. She’d only sent the two of them to get the cake—friendly, harmless, clueless. How the hell did they end up naked so fast and getting fucked by the catering guys right here? Had the guys hit on them right away? Had the moms had too much champagne? Had it just escalated like that? Lisa had no idea, and at that moment, she didn’t care.

She just silently raised her phone, activated the camera, and started filming. Close-ups. Everything. The sweaty, moaning faces of the two mothers, the wide-open pussies and asses, the hard cocks hammering into them without condoms, the cum already running out of both holes.

Svenja’s mother was just coming, screaming loudly, her pussy squirting in little fountains around the waiter’s cock. He pulled out and shot his next load all over her tits and into her face. Florian’s mother was being pumped from both sides at the same time—one in her ass, one deep in her throat. She gagged and swallowed as her body twitched uncontrollably.

Lisa kept filming, a cold, satisfied smile on her lips. She didn’t know how this had happened—but she was going to use it. Every second of it.

The two proud, distinguished mothers of the bride and groom—barely retaining their elegance and dignity—lay there like cheap catering sluts, naked, covered in cum, and moaning, while the men took turns and laughed loudly.

Lisa zoomed in once more on the two faces, flushed with lust and shame, and whispered quietly to herself:

“Perfect… just perfect.”

She remained hidden and kept filming until the men released their next loads. The mothers wouldn’t be showing up again anytime soon. And if they did—Lisa now had it all on video. For later. For everyone.