-
Anything Goes
-
Straight Male / 24
The Mother Of The Bride
I went to my best friends wedding over the weekend. It was hosted at one of these country hotel’s and was a fantastic event, and I was lucky enough to stay at the hotel for two nights. The bride is an obnoxious c**t I dislike; she’s so far up her own arse that she can see the light of day through her mouth!!
The bride's mother is in her late forties, like her daughter a good looking woman; however, she’s married to a complete idiot who made one of the most cringeworthy fathers of the bride speeches I or anybody else had ever heard. She looked brilliant in her dress and hat, and even though she’s twenty-plus years older than me, I fancied her.
At the evening event, there was a disco and dickhead father of the bride didn’t dance. Thankfully, the bride's mother did, and I made sure to grab a dance with her. She was tipsy, and we had a great laugh; I discovered her name is Jo, the same as the bitch bride.
As the night progressed, I got on well with Jo and started flirting with her. After midnight everyone was hammered, and the father of the bride went to bed. They started the slow dances, and in the dark of the dance floor, I was slow dancing with Jo and had my hands on her arse. She has a gorgeous plump MILF arse. Initially, she had moved my hands back to her waist, but they were back on her arse after a couple of minutes, and I was openly squeezing it.
At the end of the dance, I dragged Jo outside into the gardens, it was dark, and we were alone. She pulled away when I tried to kiss her and reminded me that she was old enough to be my mother and a married woman in a giggly voice. Eventually, my tongue was in her mouth, and my hands squeezing her massive tits. As we continued to make out, one of my hands drifted to the hem of her dress. As it started its ascent up her dress, she mumbled “no” but didn’t stop it. Her fleshy legs felt incredible under the pantyhose, but no, as I went further up her legs under her dress, I reached the top and felt flesh. She had hold-ups on; I loved the feeling of her MILF fleshy thighs. The moment I touched the crotch of her knickers, she jumped backwards and closed her legs. In a breathy voice, she whispered, “I’ve never done anything like this, I can’t” I stopped her talking as I resumed kissing her.
She relaxed and opened her legs as I rubbed her panty covered pussy. After a couple of minutes, she’s moaning as I’ve got my tongue in her mouth, hand squeezing a breast over her dress and the other hand rubbing her crotch. Time to take it further, I thought. With the hand on her crotch, I moved up to the top. She had Brigette Jones big knickers on, and the top was almost near her belly button. As my hand breached her knicker elastic, she again tried to close her legs, but I just pushed down and met a full bush of pubic hair about four inches above her pussy. Most of the girls I fuck are either shaved or heavily trimmed; I’d never had a full bush. I liked the feel of all this pubic hair; it was such a novelty I played with it. Jo is openly moaning and kissing me like mad.
I then touch the top of her bare pussy, and she starts panting. I got the impression that poor Jo didn’t get much action from the father of the bride? I separated her sizeable wet pussy lips with my fingers and ran my two fingers up and down the mother of the brides quite large pussy. Odd to think that these massive pussy lips had once been stretched around the obnoxious bride’s head as she gave birth to her, I liked that thought. She started to shake as a diddled her, again quite large, clit between two fingers. I decided now was the time to finger fuck this gorgeous lady. I ran one finger down her hairy pussy lips and found the opening to her c**t. She was very wet, and the finger slid in very easily; Jo is now openly moaning. We hear some talking nearby and stop for a second, both quiet as church mice, until we can again just hear the muffled music from inside the building.
I insert a second finger and start to finger bang the mother of the bride like crazy. I push my other hand down the back of her knickers and squeezed the large globes of her ass. After a minute or two, it's shit or bust time. I slide her dress up to her waist and unbuckle my Morning Suit; my cock exploded out into the night air. Jo again says, “ I can’t do this, not at Jo and Patrick’s wedding” As she’s mid-sentence, I’m pushing the large MILF knickers to the side and lining my cock up with its intended target. The tip touches her very wet opening and slides in with no resistance. I’m sure Jo had an orgasm as I bottomed her out and her feet left the ground, and her back was pushed up the wall behind her. I started to fuck her up the wall. I’d had a few knee tremblers, but this was the best ever. I’m fucking her hard, and she loves it. It didn’t take long before I’m ready to unload myself. I didn’t pull out but gave the mother of the bride a full load as my cock was pressed against her cervix. God, it was a brilliant feeling filling her pussy with what felt like a gallon of spunk. Odd to think that at that moment, there was a high probability that the bride and the mother of the bride were being fucked senseless at the same time in pretty much the same place.
The bride's mother is in her late forties, like her daughter a good looking woman; however, she’s married to a complete idiot who made one of the most cringeworthy fathers of the bride speeches I or anybody else had ever heard. She looked brilliant in her dress and hat, and even though she’s twenty-plus years older than me, I fancied her.
At the evening event, there was a disco and dickhead father of the bride didn’t dance. Thankfully, the bride's mother did, and I made sure to grab a dance with her. She was tipsy, and we had a great laugh; I discovered her name is Jo, the same as the bitch bride.
As the night progressed, I got on well with Jo and started flirting with her. After midnight everyone was hammered, and the father of the bride went to bed. They started the slow dances, and in the dark of the dance floor, I was slow dancing with Jo and had my hands on her arse. She has a gorgeous plump MILF arse. Initially, she had moved my hands back to her waist, but they were back on her arse after a couple of minutes, and I was openly squeezing it.
At the end of the dance, I dragged Jo outside into the gardens, it was dark, and we were alone. She pulled away when I tried to kiss her and reminded me that she was old enough to be my mother and a married woman in a giggly voice. Eventually, my tongue was in her mouth, and my hands squeezing her massive tits. As we continued to make out, one of my hands drifted to the hem of her dress. As it started its ascent up her dress, she mumbled “no” but didn’t stop it. Her fleshy legs felt incredible under the pantyhose, but no, as I went further up her legs under her dress, I reached the top and felt flesh. She had hold-ups on; I loved the feeling of her MILF fleshy thighs. The moment I touched the crotch of her knickers, she jumped backwards and closed her legs. In a breathy voice, she whispered, “I’ve never done anything like this, I can’t” I stopped her talking as I resumed kissing her.
She relaxed and opened her legs as I rubbed her panty covered pussy. After a couple of minutes, she’s moaning as I’ve got my tongue in her mouth, hand squeezing a breast over her dress and the other hand rubbing her crotch. Time to take it further, I thought. With the hand on her crotch, I moved up to the top. She had Brigette Jones big knickers on, and the top was almost near her belly button. As my hand breached her knicker elastic, she again tried to close her legs, but I just pushed down and met a full bush of pubic hair about four inches above her pussy. Most of the girls I fuck are either shaved or heavily trimmed; I’d never had a full bush. I liked the feel of all this pubic hair; it was such a novelty I played with it. Jo is openly moaning and kissing me like mad.
I then touch the top of her bare pussy, and she starts panting. I got the impression that poor Jo didn’t get much action from the father of the bride? I separated her sizeable wet pussy lips with my fingers and ran my two fingers up and down the mother of the brides quite large pussy. Odd to think that these massive pussy lips had once been stretched around the obnoxious bride’s head as she gave birth to her, I liked that thought. She started to shake as a diddled her, again quite large, clit between two fingers. I decided now was the time to finger fuck this gorgeous lady. I ran one finger down her hairy pussy lips and found the opening to her c**t. She was very wet, and the finger slid in very easily; Jo is now openly moaning. We hear some talking nearby and stop for a second, both quiet as church mice, until we can again just hear the muffled music from inside the building.
I insert a second finger and start to finger bang the mother of the bride like crazy. I push my other hand down the back of her knickers and squeezed the large globes of her ass. After a minute or two, it's shit or bust time. I slide her dress up to her waist and unbuckle my Morning Suit; my cock exploded out into the night air. Jo again says, “ I can’t do this, not at Jo and Patrick’s wedding” As she’s mid-sentence, I’m pushing the large MILF knickers to the side and lining my cock up with its intended target. The tip touches her very wet opening and slides in with no resistance. I’m sure Jo had an orgasm as I bottomed her out and her feet left the ground, and her back was pushed up the wall behind her. I started to fuck her up the wall. I’d had a few knee tremblers, but this was the best ever. I’m fucking her hard, and she loves it. It didn’t take long before I’m ready to unload myself. I didn’t pull out but gave the mother of the bride a full load as my cock was pressed against her cervix. God, it was a brilliant feeling filling her pussy with what felt like a gallon of spunk. Odd to think that at that moment, there was a high probability that the bride and the mother of the bride were being fucked senseless at the same time in pretty much the same place.
- That's Juicy! 41
- Remove It! 2
