It occurred to me as I sat there in the church I’d attended as a child that the last time I’d been there was for my father’s funeral. It was also very likely the last time I’d been in any church. I wasn’t much of a churchgoer but I was more than happy to be sitting there on this occasion since it was for my nephew’s wedding rehearsal. I wasn’t part of the wedding party but my brother had invited me to be a part of the festivities anyway. Originally, I’d assumed it was because, without our parents around, he might be looking for some guidance from his big brother. The way things ended up going that evening, though, I became more convinced that there was another reason he had invited me to be there.
For the moment, I was just watching as the wedding planner and the mother of the bride were bustling around, working through all of the little details of the ceremony. It was hard not to smile as I watched the bride’s mother. Not only did she seem completely delighted with everything that was happening, she also just looked like a really fun person. She had short, purple hair, was wearing horn-rimmed glasses and her dress, though modern, had a very retro aesthetic while also showing off her multiple tattoos. I didn’t fail to notice that there didn’t appear to be a father of the bride in the immediate vicinity but that didn’t necessarily mean he wasn’t in the picture. Also, for all I knew, my brother may have been interested in his son’s future mother-in-law since his ex was no longer in the picture. Seemed like there was a lot of recon still to be done but I was in the perfect location to accomplish that.
The church had a large parish hall attached to it so the rehearsal dinner was going to take place there. By the time the rehearsal itself was done, I was feeling pretty confident that the bride’s mother was flying solo so I was determined to at least chat with her and see if there was any chemistry. I was definitely attracted to her but I still didn’t know enough about her, like whether she was even unattached much less potentially interested. Fortunately, I got a pretty good sign once we were all in the parish hall before dinner was ready when my brother brought her over and introduced us then made an excuse to leave us. We started chatting and it didn’t take long before we were flirting. Closer up, I discovered that she also had a nose stud and that her boobs were not insubstantial, though I think I did a pretty good job of not staring.
It felt like we were really clicking but I knew that she had a lot going on with her daughter getting married so I didn’t want add one more thing for her to think about and figured maybe the reception the next afternoon would be a better opportunity to confirm whether we were on the same page. As it turned out, she felt otherwise and wasn’t shy about letting me know, which I definitely appreciated.
“You must have had a crazy week leading up to this,” I noted at one point.
“Busy, stressful, exciting,” she replied, “but I’ve been loving every second of it. That being said, once the happy couple is off on their honeymoon, I will be appreciating the peace and freedom and maybe looking to relieve some of the residual stress. Know anyone who might be interested in assisting with that?”
“I’m not sure what you’re getting at,” I said with a smile that made it very clear that I knew what she had in mind.
“If I thought no one would notice,” she replied, “I’d take you out to my car right now and start the stress-relief process a little early.”
“If you think there’s enough time before dinner,” I suggested, “I know someplace we could slip off to pretty easily that’d be much more comfortable than your car.”
“Here in the church?” she asked, “How naughty. I love it.”
Since I’d grown up attending the church, I knew it pretty well so I indicated for her to go back to the foyer and take the stairs down and that I’d meet her there. We parted and, as she headed for the front of the church, I headed for the back, took a stairwell at the back of the parish hall down to where the Sunday school classrooms were, and cut through toward the front of the building. I found her at the foot of the stairs and led her through a nearby door, which put us in the changing room for the ladies in the church choir. Among other furniture, there was a couch and there was also a lock on the door, which I engaged. We slipped into each other’s arms and made out briefly before I led her to the couch and had her sit.
“Allow me to relive some stress,” I said as I pushed the hem of her dress up until her panties were revealed. I kissed her inner thighs before sliding her panties down, smiling as I discovered that her pussy was waxed smooth. I wasted no time, running my tongue along her hairless slit as soon as her panties had been set aside, which had her immediately moaning softly while she held onto my head. I knew we didn’t have the luxury of time with the rehearsal dinner starting at any moment just upstairs so my intent was to make her cum quickly, though still with as much pleasure as I could manage to provide. It wasn’t going to be easy, though; keeping it quick, I mean. Not only did I love to eat pussy but a new pussy I’d never eaten before was always a special treat and when that new pussy was hair free, as well? That just made me want to eat it all night.
I fought my natural instinct to draw out the pleasure and, after slurping up her juices too briefly, I slipped a finger into her and applied my tongue to her clit. She moaned a little louder and began to rock her hips as I was licking and sucking her clit while I slipped a second finger into her pussy to join the first. She was so wet that my fingers were easily sliding in and out which made me wish we had enough time that I could also slip my cock into her but I figured that the signs were pointing to that being possible at another time if not tonight, especially if she came hard. I focused on providing a high level of pleasure while trying to get her there as quickly as I could and the noises she was making seemed to indicate that I was successful. She was also rocking her hips faster the louder she was getting and the longer I was eating her.
It wasn’t much longer before she started tensing up, arching her back slightly as she held my head even tighter. I was still able to lick and suck her clit while continuing to slide my fingers in and out of her so I kept up what I was doing given that it was accomplishing what I intended. She went silent, as though briefly holding her breath, then gasped as her body started shaking. I didn’t stop, continuing to eat her as she experienced what appeared to be not only a long orgasm but an intensely pleasurable one as well. Only when she released her grip on my head, relaxed and let out a sigh did I finally raise my head and slip my finger from her pussy. I sucked her juices off of them as I took one last look at her smooth pussy then I started to get up. I was going to grab her panties so that she could slip back into them but she surprised me by sitting up and starting to unfasten my jeans.
“Don’t we need to get back upstairs?” I asked, which in retrospect seems like one of the dumbest things I could possibly say at that moment. Luckily, she was unfazed.
“What I need is your cock inside me,” she replied as she got my jeans and underwear down far enough for my cock to spring out. She briefly pumped it then had me sit beside her on the couch and was quickly straddling me. As she got herself situated, gripping my stiff cock and guiding it toward her pussy while she lowered herself down, her big boobs were right there in front of me, though still covered by her dress. We both moaned as her hot, wet pussy engulfed my throbbing cock then she just sat there for a moment, feeling it filling her. My hands were drawn to her big tits, so I briefly fondled them through her dress but I could tell that there was a substantial bra restraining and supporting them. As she was starting to slowly move up and down on my cock, her pussy feeling absolutely outstanding, I reached behind her and unzipped her dress. She didn’t resist as I slid the top of her dress down her arms, revealing her bra, which was not only very sexy but also matched the panties that had been discarded nearby.
I fondled her tits through her bra, feeling her hard nipples pushing outward, then reached behind her again and unfastened a long row of hooks. Without removing it, I slipped my hands up under the cups and caressed the soft, smooth flesh and her hard nipples. She ended up pulling it off and setting it aside with her panties, giving me a good look at her succulent tits as I fondled them. She was riding me harder and faster the longer my cock was embedded inside her and I’m pretty sure my cock became even more rigid as I enjoyed her big boobs. I was caring much less about being done quickly by that point but I still wanted to make sure she experienced a high level of pleasure so I was pushing up into her each time she dropped down. I thought that having already cum once might make it easier for her to cum a second time and she seemed close to confirming that.
Her pussy was feeling even hotter and wetter the longer she was riding me so I could feel an orgasm of my own beginning to build but my focus was still more on her. Not that I wasn’t thoroughly enjoying the feel of her pussy sliding up and down my cock, but my goal was to get her to cum again before I got there myself. Her boobs were seriously bouncing and, though I would love to have seen how that looked with them being so big, I couldn’t bring myself to remove my hands from them. The soft, smooth flesh and her hard nipples kept my hands in place like magnets but, again, I was feeling very confident that I’d have many more opportunities to see them, feel them and watch them bounce.
She finally dropped down onto my cock and just sat there while appearing to also be holding her breath. I continued fondling her tits and, a moment later, she gasped and her body started shaking. I was sure that her pussy was being flooded with even more lubrication but I couldn’t push up into her so all I could do is sit there with my hands on her big boobs. This orgasm also appeared to be highly pleasurable for her as I watched the expression of unrestrained passion on her face though she did a commendable job of keeping her vocal expressions to a minimum. When she appeared to have finished cumming this time, I was not assuming that she’d feel the need to get back upstairs quickly, especially given that I still had not cum yet. I figured at the very least she’d take care of me in one way or another but it turned out that there was still more that she wanted to do.
Once she’d recovered, she opened her eyes and smiled at me, gave me a quick but passionate kiss, then climbed off of my cock. She remained on her knees on the couch beside me, leaning forward so that her ass was up in the air while pulling the hem of her dress up to make sure that it was exposed. I got up onto my own knees, kicking my shoes off then stepping out of my jeans and underwear as I did. I gripped my cock while kneeling behind her then guided it back into her hot, wet pussy and had to restrain my own moan. I eased all the way in as I held her hips until my own hips were pressed against her ass. I started to slowly fuck her, relishing the pleasure of her pussy again, but she began to push back harder and faster, setting the pace herself. Maybe she was starting to get concerned about getting back upstairs soon or maybe the faster pace would help her cum more easily. Either way, I was fine with it and, once we had established a consistent rhythm, I slipped my hands up from her hips to cup her swinging boobs.
It looked like she reached under herself so I wondered if she was caressing her clit to get herself to another orgasm more easily. It hadn’t seemed like she needed any additional assistance up to this point but, if this meant that she knew her body well enough to know what would work best, I was all for it. Of course, I also wondered whether, if she was currently unattached, she had been the only one taking care of her needs recently. If so, I was more than happy to be the one to provide a cock and tongue to help her get there so she didn’t have to take care of it all herself. I could feel my orgasm beginning to build again after a short delay due to the change of position. I wouldn’t have bet that I’d be cumming before she did again, however, even though I’d mostly been taking care of my needs recently, as well.
The closer she was apparently getting to cumming, the harder and faster she was pushing back. I ended up reluctantly releasing her tits and straightening up again so that I could hold her hips and make sure she was getting the full length of my cock. I was looking down at her ass, watching it jiggle each time my hips smacked into it and thinking that, if anyone had come looking for us, they might have been able to hear that smacking through the door. When she pushed back and held there, and the smacking stopped, she did moan a little louder so anyone outside the door who wasn’t sure they were hearing what they thought they were hearing would have had their suspicions confirmed. She started shaking as she was cumming and I resumed sliding my cock in and out of her because her pussy was then even hotter and wetter.
I thought I might be able to cum soon after she did so I definitely wasn’t trying to hold back but, when I was considering reaching forward to fondle her swinging tits again, another idea occurred to me. Once I was sure she’d finished cumming again, I slipped out of her then had her lie on her back. I straddled her and lay my cock between her succulent tits then took one with each hand and brought them together against my cock. I started to slowly slide it between them and the feeling was outstanding. She was watching as the head of my cock peeked repeatedly from her cleavage and I was sure that this was not the first time she’d had a stiff cock between her tits but I was also glad the she was indulging me. I kept a slow and steady pace, partly because I didn’t think fucking her tits hard and fast would feel very good to her, but also because it felt so good to me that my orgasm was building steadily. I’d like to have fucked those big beauties for longer but I was just too worked up by that point and was just feeling fortunate to have lasted this long.
I’m sure that looking down at those big beauties and feeling them in my hands contributed to how quickly my orgasm was building. I had assumed I’d be blowing my load on her sternum but, as I considered her cleaning up my load it occurred to me that this would require even more time and she wouldn’t likely get it all cleaned up. I decided based on that to instead slip my cock into her mouth and finish there, which would be quicker, neater and most probably just as pleasurable. I fucked her tits a little bit longer but, once I was right on the verge of cumming, I released them and moved forward, my cock pointing toward her mouth. She opened up and engulfed a fair length of my cock then started to slide her mouth up and down while I moaned. I doubt that this was a thorough demonstration of her oral skills but I was confident that I’d experience that at some point. For the moment, I was just focused on the building pleasure, which was significant.
When I started blasting my load into her mouth, I think I sort of grunted but she just swallowed my load and continued sucking me off. It was an extremely pleasurable orgasm and felt like it just went on and on though I wouldn’t have complained if it had gone on even longer. Even once I was spent, I didn’t want to stop sliding my cock in and out of her mouth but I eventually began to soften. I climbed off of her then helped her to sit up and sat beside her.
“We should probably get dressed and head back upstairs,” she said so I handed her bra and panties to her then retrieved my jeans and underwear. Fortunately, because this was a changing room, there were plenty of mirrors to assess ourselves then we assessed each other once we’d pulled ourselves together. She’d left her purse upstairs so she couldn’t touch up her lipstick but she did what she could with what she had available. I suggested that we just do the reverse of what we’d done when we’d come downstairs but we made out a bit more before unlocking the door. The coast was clear so she headed up the nearby stairs while I made my way to the stairs at the back of the parish hall. She told me later that she’d stood outside the door from the foyer into the parish hall for a moment but was able to casually ease herself inside and didn’t think anyone had noticed. I had done likewise from the back of the parish hall and neither of us had encountered anyone who had asked where the heck we’d been.
Once again my brother’s intentions became clear when he had Debbie and me sit together with him to eat. He seemed to be doing everything he could to make sure we realized how compatible we were so he clearly had no idea that we’d thoroughly tested our compatibility downstairs in the changing room. At one point, when she was sure that no one would overhear, she asked what I’d think about spending the night at her place with her. She thought that another round of sex before bed would help her sleep so she wouldn’t be awake all night thinking about the wedding. I thought that sounded like a fantastic idea but wanted to swing by my place for a few things first. We exchanged numbers and she showed me where she lived on a map on her phone while telling me the best way to get there. I said that I’d give her a heads up when I was on my way but asked that she not change her clothes or anything else before I got there because I wanted to undress her.
Later that night, after all of the festivities, I arrived at her apartment with a small bag of overnight essentials and a change of clothes, but no pajamas of course. She gave me a quick tour that ended in her bedroom and, after setting down my bag, I cupped her boobs from behind before unzipping the back of her dress. I slid the top of it down, cupped her boobs again through her bra, feeling her hard nipples, then unfastened all of those hooks once more. She let her bra slide down her arms as I fondled her big beauties and my cock became fully rigid, still in my jeans. I kissed her neck, which caused her to both moan and shiver, then pushed her dress down over her hips so that it dropped to her ankles. She was wearing only her panties while I was still fully dressed but there was something I wanted to do again before getting myself naked.
Maneuvering her to the side of her bed, I knelt behind her and slid her panties down then caressed her bare ass as she was stepping out of them. I turned her to face me while still kneeling and had her sit on the edge of her bed. Pushing her legs apart, I kissed my way up along her inner thighs toward her smooth pussy. She was leaning back, supporting herself on her elbows, and watching as I got closer to licking her pussy. I know this because I glanced up and somehow was not completely distracted by her big boobs. I smiled but focused on her pleasure rather than staring at those big boobs, running my tongue along her smooth slit and causing her to moan. She was practically overflowing with juices which I did my best to lap up even if doing so just made her produce even more.
When I slipped a couple of fingers into her and started sliding them in and out while licking and sucking her clit, she reclined fully on her back and moaned even louder and longer. She reached down to hold my head and was rocking her hips so I glanced up because I knew her tits would be squeezed between her arms. I was not disappointed as I gazed up at those big beauties looking even bigger and was already thinking that maybe I’d fuck them again. Before that, though, I was not only planning to make sure she came but I was also going to draw the pleasure out longer than I had in the church basement. I wanted her to feel a higher level of pleasure for a longer period of time but I also wanted to enjoy the opportunity to eat her pussy again for longer than I had the first time.
As her moaning continued to get louder and longer in duration, I got the sense that she wasn’t worried about anyone hearing her so I was glad that she was feeling unrestrained. I put all of my experience into practice as I was striving to provide an even better orgasm than any she’d had earlier that evening. I had considered just eating her to multiple orgasms for both of our prolonged enjoyment but I knew she would need to get to bed soon with the wedding the next day and I still definitely wanted to fuck her again first. When she started to tense up and arch her back, I realized that it was time to get her the rest of the way to her orgasm rather than continuing to draw it out. It was only a slight variation in my technique but it was clear that she was almost immediately getting even closer to cumming. I savored the last seconds of eating her pussy because I knew I was just about done for the night but I was confident that I’d be down there plenty from that day forward.
Just before she came, she went rigid and silent, apparently holding her breath briefly. I kept up what I was doing and a moment later she cried out and her entire body started shaking. My fingers were flooded with even more of her natural lubrication so I was psyched that I’d soon be slipping my cock into her hotter, wetter pussy. Her orgasm was a long and clearly highly pleasurable one, which I attributed only in part to my abilities with eating pussy. I know that she was clearly very fired up but I also believed that she knew her body well so that she didn’t have any issues with achieving orgasms. I continued to pump my fingers in and out while licking and sucking her clit until she went still and quiet.
I slipped my fingers from her pussy and sucked her juices off of them as I gazed up along her naked body. Figuring I’d have a better view from up higher, I stood and looked down upon her big, luscious tits and her smooth pussy as well as her subtle curves and her colorful tattoos. My cock was rigid in my jeans but I waited until she had recovered enough to see what she wanted to do next. I had a pretty good idea of what but I didn’t know exactly how she’d want to and it was her bedroom so I was leaving the choice to her. When she finally opened her eyes, I raised my shirt up and off and tossed it aside. This got her sitting up and she reached for my belt as I watched her titties bouncing. She got my jeans open and pushed them and my underwear down together, my stiff cock springing out. As she gently stroked it, I pushed my jeans and underwear the rest of the way down until I could step out of them, leaving me naked, too.
She had me climb up on her bed and lie in the middle of it then joined me, straddling me on her knees. As she was guiding my stiff cock toward her smooth pussy, I reached up to fondle her big boobs. We both moaned as she lowered herself onto my cock, my full length slipping easily inside her. She just sat on it for a moment then slowly began to move up and down. Her hot, wet pussy felt amazing as it slid up and down my stiff tool and the soft, smooth flesh of her titties felt incredible as well. I was glad that she’d turned on the bedside lamps because looking over her body while also physically experiencing it got me even more worked up. I would move my hands slightly so that I could check out her large areolas and hard nipples then my gaze would take in her multiple tattoos before ending up on her smooth pussy. It seemed like my cock just continued getting even harder the longer she was riding me and, based on the sounds she was making, it was a safe bet that she felt it.
I finally moved my hands from her luscious tits as they were bouncing due to her riding me so hard because I could no longer resist watching them. I ran my hands down along her waist and around to her ass, holding it as I pushed up into her each time she dropped down. Her bed proved to be sturdy and well-built, remaining quiet and not moving excessively as our fucking became even more enthusiastic. Her pussy was becoming even hotter and wetter the longer she was riding me so I could feel my orgasm slowly beginning to build. I was sure that hers was building, too, but I had no idea how close she was to cumming again. On one hand, I hoped that she’d easily have another intensely pleasurable orgasm but, on the other hand, I wanted to continue having her ride me for as long as possible. I really was thoroughly enjoying feeling her pussy sliding up and down my tool while watching her tits bouncing.
When she finally dropped down on my cock and just sat there with her eyes closed and her mouth open, I wasn’t that close to cumming myself so I figured we’d be switching things up and was pretty psyched about that. I was also psyched that she was cumming again, which was very obvious when she cried out and started shaking. Since they were no longer bouncing, I brought my hands back around and resumed fondling her luscious titties. I doubt this helped with the pleasure she was feeling but it didn’t sound as though she needed any help anyway. Her orgasm was clearly another long and highly pleasurable one and, as she was cumming, my orgasm was backing off a little so I was happy that I’d be able to enjoy more pleasure for longer once she’d finished and we’d figured out what we were doing next.
It turned out that she apparently already knew what she wanted to do next because, when she finally finished cumming and had taken a moment to recover, she climbed off of my cock and moved backward down the bed, kissing her way down to my stiff cock. As she lay between my spread legs, she gripped my stiff tool, pumped it a couple of times, then engulfed it in her hot mouth. I had only briefly experienced her oral skills earlier that evening and that had not been enough to get a sense of just how talented she was when it came to providing oral pleasure. I was immediately moaning as her mouth moved up and down my shaft while she gently pumped the base. I pulled her pillows over to prop up my head so that I could watch and it only occurred to me then that she was still wearing her glasses. Somehow that just made watching her suck my cock even hotter.
She had my orgasm building up from the moment she started sucking my cock but she also somehow managed to draw out the pleasure she was providing, allowing me to enjoy her cocksucking for longer. I would have been more than happy to continue enjoying it through the entire night but, even though she was able to draw out the pleasure, there was only so much she could do when it felt so fucking incredible. Gradually my orgasm was building despite her efforts to prolong this blowjob though, even as my cock began to swell a bit more, she was unfazed and maintained her efforts. She did wind up shifting gears to get me the rest of the way there rather than continue trying to draw out the pleasure when she knew I was getting close to cumming.
When I finally exploded into her mouth, the pleasure was monumental and seemed to go on and on. Still unfazed, Debbie swallowed my load while continuing to skillfully suck me off. Only when I was fully spent did she release my cock from her mouth then smile when she saw the look on my face. She crawled up to lie beside me, her naked body pressed against my naked body.
“That was outstanding,” I finally managed to say, “but then everything has been pretty much outstanding since the first time I saw you.”
“I know,” she replied, “I never thought that anything could take my attention away from the wedding but I’m so glad that you found a way to do it because I haven’t felt so relaxed in weeks.”
“Well I hope when the wedding is over,” I said, “that you can still use some stress relief.”
“I think once the wedding is over,” she replied, “we can call it something else. I’m going to have a lot more free time and this seems like the perfect way to utilize it.”
It was already late by that point but the wedding wouldn’t be until early afternoon, though Debbie would have a lot to do beforehand. We agreed that it was time to get to bed so we each did our ablutions then crawled naked into her bed together. We both slept solidly and she told me the next day that she knows she would have been awake much of the night thinking about things that needed to be done the next day had it not been for both our activities and my presence. We did get some morning sex in as well as coffee and a light breakfast plus a shower that led to a sixty-nine once we were dry. I headed out and basically just killed a few hours until I needed to be at the church.
When I saw Debbie again, I couldn’t help but smile and just admired her from a distance until she noticed me. She smiled back and may have blushed so hopefully I looked more like an admirer than a stalker. I had assured her that everything to do with the wedding should take precedence and that she needn’t worry about me getting butthurt if she didn’t give me her attention. I liked watching her bustling about with the wedding planner while knowing that I’d get to strip her out of her slightly more conservative dress later that night or maybe even fuck her while she was wearing it. We had agreed to keep things discreet so as not to draw any attention to ourselves when it should all be on the bride and groom.
No one seemed to realize or even suspect that anything was going on between us, at least until we danced together at the reception. The smiles on both of our faces probably gave at least something away, though people may have assumed that they were just seeing the beginning of something. It wasn’t until after we were an admitted item that my brother told me how he’d decided to set us up. He had initially been interested in Debbie himself but, as he got to know her better, he realized that she was way more compatible with me. We never did tell him that we’d already discovered our sexual chemistry by the time he sat us together at the rehearsal dinner.