Complements to the mother of the bride

You step into the open suite on the floor. It is flush with bodies and activity. People are smiling, laughing, having a good time. You grab a beer out of a cooler, and walk amongst the crowd, though you don't stop to talk to anybody. Finally, a face catches your eye.

The face that catches your eye is that of the mother of the bride. She seems to be in her late 40s, but is wearing a snug maroon suit, and looks quite trim. She is laughing, obviously very much enjoying her daughter's special day. The family resemblance is strong -- indeed, you could almost swear it was the bride, but for the glasses and few extra lines of care that adorn the face. You walk up to her, and as soon as she breaks off her current conversation, you step in front of her. Laying your hand on her shoulder, you congratulate her warmly on her and her daughter's big day. As you lay your hand on her, you will a bundle of warmth and moistness between her legs, an excess of saliva in her mouth, and lust in her mind. She buckles slightly at the sudden sensation, then thanks you kindly and takes your hand with a soft request that you follow her.

She leads you through the throng to the bedroom, and then into the master bathroom. The way the bedroom's corners work out, nobody can see the two of you enter the bathroom together. Once the door swings closed, the mother of the bride immediately drops to her knees, and unzips your fly. You stand, hands on hips, waiting. Though you are excited, you make sure your dick starts out limp, so that the woman has to work for it. You know that her mind is filled with nothing more than a burning image of cocksucking at the moment.

She takes your limp cock in her mouth, and alternately sucks and licks it. Her mouth has so much saliva in it that it is almost frothy, and the warmth and skill of the blowjob quickly harden you. The mother works expertly, with long, decisive strokes, repeatedly filling her mouth with your rod. You know that sshe must now be tasting her daughter's juices, though she has no way of knowing whose they are. The twisted thought of this combination of fluids winds your mental spring tightly, and the mother is able to quickly release it, bringing forth another ample load of semen into her mouth, even as her saliva oozes down your shaft. You spurt several times, and the woman kindly licks up any streaks that manage to slip out the side of her mouth, leaving your cock clean as a freshly used whistle.

Her job done, the mother stands up, and without a word, leaves the bathroom. You zip up and straighten your clothes, then follow her lead, back out to the crowd.