![]() I wanted us to be that couple. She caught my eyes, and I motioned her to join me. She realised there weren’t any chairs left. She leaned on the pillar smiling at the old couple. I wanted her. They’re dancing to a slow classical jazz number. She stood by the pillar next to the lamp, her head resting on the pillar, glowing like an angel. I couldn’t take my eyes off of her.Īn elderly couple, takes up the stage now. Mom finally showed up and there were no chairs left. The groom-to-be took to playing his guitar by the center of the room, a temporary stage now. People danced, some sang, some came forth to recall memories out loud. The chairs were drawn to the side, almost in a circle. The sounds of furniture dragging, glasses clinking, hushed chatter around. ![]() Hours flew by, a few families made their way out after dinner. She’d really done it.Īll sorts of thoughts rushed into my mind - where had she gotten the time to dip her fingers into her pussy and where could she have done it. Unconvinced, I bring her hand towards me and kiss the top of her fingers. She gives me her “No, seriously” look. All the commotion still going on at the other end. She bent over and whispered into my ears, asking me to smell her fingers. My fingers travelled from her thighs, burrowing into the crack between her ass. Now her back was hidden from everyone.ĭespite being through her dress, the material was light, and it felt amazing. I felt her eye flutter as I played with the valley between her thighs. She looked at me for a moment and back at the man bringing the laughter in. ![]() I let my hand graze the back of her dress. Mom was standing by the side of my chair, near the corner. One of Ryan’s uncles, seated at the other end, stood up to share a story. She placed the rolled-up slices of meat onto my plate slowly, her eyes not leaving mine. She made her way to my side of the table, to serve me some bite-sized entrees. I had the seat at the far end of the insanely long dinner table. The evening matured and everyone was inside the tent now. I had “Oh my fucking goodness.” written all over my face eyes ghastly, jaw flung open. “No freaking way!” Had she done the pussy juice pheromone thing on her neck, I wondered. She nods. “Ryan!.” “Ryan… smell my neck” she winked. I grab her by the hip, bring her towards me. I finally caught Mom, tray in her hand, buzzing away in another direction. People standing around sipping on wine, grape juice, whatever. I made my presence known, sifting through, wishing the elders. Butterflies every-fucking-where, knots in my stomach. Having been through many a breakup, I never thought I’d feel those butterflies again. The men were staring at her, my pride, my Mother.Ī lovely purple figure-hugging gown. Her skin buzzed like a firefly, glowing as she moved from yellow lamp to lamp. Her hair casually let loose I knew the effort that took though. Lots of running around. Lovely seventies jazz tunes played in the background. Drapes, ribbons, all being laid out for the grand party tomorrow. Shades of rustic yellow, paper lamps hung along the sides, the scene turning into a mixture of green and yellow as the Moon made its presence known. People streaming in and out of the large white tent in aunt Lily’s large grass-filled backyard. Today’s gathering would be smaller, just thirty or so members from the grooms family. I needed to know if there was something here, if this was a real relationship. Even though there was no denying the steaminess of the events lately, I felt a little uneasy. I had no way to rationalise why Mom would be into me. Was Mom being swept over by all the positivity and happiness swirling around Ray’s wedding.
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