“Would that be one glass over here for dinner…or two?” She asked us with a smile.
Mom and I shared a look. “It’s okay with me if it’s okay with you,” she said, eyes not leaving mine.
“Are you kidding? I’ve only been here for an hour, and you guys are already my favorite wedding group ever.”
“That’s an awful low bar to risk a liquor license for,” Mom teased.
“Tell ya what.” She looked at me and winked before turning to answer. “Let me know where I can find a strapping young cutie like this, and we’ll call it even.”
My mom chuckled. “Well, you start gettin’ them all the same way, but at the end you better make sure you get to the hospital in time for an epidural. The pain ain’t worth it.” She winked at me. “No matter how cute they are.”
It was the waitress’s turn to blush as she laughed and touched Mom’s arm. “See? Best wedding group ever.”
. . .
After dinner, Sandra’s younger sister Sophie came over to our table to say hello. Both she and Sandra were beautiful, but I had always been drawn to Sophie in particular. When we were younger, we’d sneak away during family get-togethers to make our own fun. I’d always had a crush on her.
Eventually, Mom insisted I stop “doting” on her and go off with some of the younger guests. Reluctantly, I stood. But right before I turned to leave, Mom suddenly reached up, grabbed me by the collar, and pulled my lips down to hers in a kiss. “But don’t forget about your date.” Her eyes held that same incendiary gaze they had in the car. “Okay?”
“Of course, Mom. I’m your man.”
And it burned even brighter. I warmed myself by it before I left.
. . .
Sophie and I drifted around for a while, saying hi here and there, eventually gravitating to the patio where some friends and cousins were hanging out, drinking and passing a joint or two. The beaming bride looked over me and her sister and mock-scolded as we each took a hit. Christ, they’re gorgeous, I thought to myself, eyes passing between them under the shifting network of magic lanterns. I couldn’t help thinking about a photo set I had found online, of a set of triplets before a wedding, two sisters helping the third get dressed, and wondered if Sandra, Sophie, and maybe even my MILF of an aunt had shared a similar scene that afternoon. I then realized how horny the weed was already making me, and excused myself to clear my head.
Plus, I missed my mom.
. . .
Back inside, I put it in a request to the DJ and found Mom sitting with my Aunt Charlotte, her sister and the girls’ mom. I asked Mom if she would like to dance, and she leapt up right away. My aunt said she couldn’t blame her, but I doubt Mom heard her, zealously pulling me towards the dance floor like she was. I was transfixed by the sight of her from behind in her backless dress, the fine yet fleshy ridges of her back gliding down to her wide ass. It swayed from side-to-side and had me almost fully hard before we reached the spot Mom had chosen, a fair bit to the side, moonlit across the floor by a series of small windows above.
Bonnie Raitt began the first words of “I Feel the Same” and Mom gripped around the back of my neck where she’d laced her fingers. She looked at me intently. “Was this you? This song?”