I should be ashamed of myself for what I’m about to tell, but the truth is, I’m not.
It was the day of my older daughter’s wedding (my husband had died two years before, leaving me with two daughters). For three weeks things had been hectic for everyone, especially the young couple. Now Billy, the groom, was getting cold feet. I heard his bachelor party was pretty tame due to his upbringing, so he wasn’t drunk or hungover, just nervous. As we waited for my daughter to ready herself, we talked. Billy was nearly beside himself.
At 48 I’m not a spring chicken, but I’m not an old hag either. Men still find me attractive, with my long brown hair, brown eyes, and five-six, 130-pound figure with 34B breasts. That day I was wearing a navy dress, tan stockings, and heels.
I had always thought Billy a good-looking young man. I don’t know what came over me, but I got a wicked idea. I took his hand and led him out of the church, around back to the limo waiting to drive them to the reception. We got in back, and inside the tinted limo had privacy.
Billy looked at me quizzically, and I said I knew what would relax him. I reached over and unzipped his zipper as he looked on in shock. I pulled out his stiffening tool and stroked it a few times before engulfing it in my mouth. Billy moaned and stroked my hair, then ran his hand down my back to rub my ass. As I sucked, his hand went under my dress to rub my panty-covered ass. I was soaked. He soon had my panty crotch pulled aside so he could finger my dripping cunt. I moaned loudly and within seconds Billy grabbed my hair and shot down my throat.
I swallowed every drop, but when I started to pull off, he held my head and told me to keep going, so I did. In a minute he was hard again. Now, in the wedding limo, he pushed me off him and got between my legs. He ran his hands up my stocking-covered legs, following with kisses up to my pussy, where he kissed and licked through my panties.
After bringing me to climax, he came up for air. He pushed his pants down, got between my legs, pulled my panties aside, and lined his tool up with my pussy. He was in me with one smooth stroke, then fucked me so hard the limo rocked. With my legs raised high, he pulled my tits out to suck and kiss. As he pounded away, I moaned and gasped.
He turned me over on my hands and knees and in the tight space did me doggie-style, thrusting with even greater force. He squeezed my ass and even stuck a finger in it. I came just as he shot a load inside me.
As we composed ourselves, I asked if Billy felt better. He did, of course, and thanked me for being so supportive. The wedding went off without a hitch!
I was glad I could do my part to help my daughter on her, or rather our, special day. It felt strange to have Billy’s semen leaking out of me during the ceremony and the reception.
—Name and address withheld