Sleepwalking Mom Ch. 20

The moment that the first shot was expelled, Reece wrapped her lips around my shaft and up over the glans as the second equally powerful shot erupted, she pushed all the way down my shaft to meet it. She gulped hard to swallow but she didn't gag or cough. She grabbed the back of my thighs and pulled my cock deep in her mouth. She took cum straight into her throat and down to her stomach. She gulped and gulped but she didn't gag or cough. My body went rigid as I fired at least four more long ropes of cum into her mouth driving my hips forward with each shot. I heard the new husband say, "Now that's what I'm talking about." The wife was watching slack jawed as she stared at Reece while she gulped and made a real show of swallowing it all.

The wife said, "Seriously? How do you do that?" She hadn't realized that she had said it loud enough for us to hear her and she pushed her hand to her mouth to squelch anything else she might say.

Reece heard her question and when she finished me off, she stood up to nearly my height on her stilettos and wiped escaped cum from her lips and pushed her fingers into her mouth and licked them clean. She looked back at the naked young couple two apartments down and said, "It's an acquired taste. You'll get used to it. I love it. Can't get enough." Reece giggled and pushed me toward the balcony door. She turned to face the 'Watcher's' apartment and gave him the finger and followed me inside. We heard the balcony door two apartments down slam shut before Reece pulled hers shut. She pulled the drapes closed and sat down in a chair and pulled her skirt up to her waist. She was sopping wet. I knew what she wanted and I went to my knees with my softening cock still hanging out of my zipper and drilled my tongue into her wetness. She flinched hard and groaned out, "Of God. Yessss." I flicked my tongue on her clitoris and her anus and then tongue fucked her until she exploded into an orgasm. She throbbed on my tongue for quite a while and I slowed my attack until she stopped clenching on it. She collapsed her body deep into the chair and stared down at my dangling cock. She looked up at me and said, "I'm going to need that later."

I said, "I'll be ready." She giggled and offered me a hand to help her up out of the chair. She grabbed a paper towel from the kitchen and wiped herself dry and stuffed it into her clutch purse. I shoved my cock into my pants and we were off to crash a wedding. I had seen the movie 'Wedding Crashers' so I had some idea of the pitfalls we might encounter. I was kind of excited. Given the fact that most of the guests were swinger friends of the Bride and Groom, I wondered if this evening would turn into a fuck-fest. If it did, Sarah, Grand-Daughter of the Bride's Great Aunt Thelma and Liam, Sarah's plus-one, would be ready.

I entered the address that Fatima had given me into my GPS and drove right there. The ballroom was pretty grandiose with nine huge crystal chandeliers, large patterned flocked wallpaper and wood floors. There was a large slightly raised dance floor in the middle of the room. A DJ played old 'Big Band' songs with the volume turned down. Many guests were already there but the wedding party hadn't arrived yet, so we weren't late.

Sylvia waved us over and whispered, "Jesus Christ. I figured you guys got lost or something. Sylvia looked closely at Reece in the bright glare of the chandeliers and reached over and wiped I glob of cum from Reece's chin, with her index finger. She pushed it into her own mouth and savored the taste for a moment. Reece and I grinned at each other. Sylvia turned to her right and said, "Aunt Thelma. Your grand-daughter, Sarah was able to make it after all." Aunt Thelma had a confused look on her face and Sylvia said, "She's your Grand-Daughter, Sarah."

Aunt Thelma snapped, "Well of course I know Sarah. She's my Grand-Daughter after all." She glared at Sylvia as if to chastise her for thinking that she didn't even know her own Grand-Daughter. She didn't wait for any response from Sylvia as she turned her attention to me. She scanned me from head to toe and said, "Who is this strapping young man?" She moved past Reece and pushed her hand to my crotch. Her eyes lit up as I pulled back from her touch.

Reece jumped between Aunt Thelma and me and said, "Whoa, whoa." She turned to Sylvia and said, "What the fuck? What's up with that?"

Fatima had witnessed what had happened and she stepped up to us and said, "Aunt Thelma has a thing for sex. She's eight-eight years old and they can't keep her in a home because she attacks all the old men. The men don't mind but the staff and management do." She started laughing and said, "She apparently likes the looks of Liam here." She whispered to Reece, "Look out or she'll be gumming on his cock before you can get there." We all laughed except for Aunt Thelma. She was apparently as deaf as she was daft.

She was watching Fatima and said, "Do I know you. Are you a Grand-Daughter too? I have a lot of Grand-Daughters. My sons all had girls and they all had girls." She paused and stared longingly down at my lap and said, "I wish there had been some boys." We burst out laughing again.

Just then, there was an announcement on the PA that the wedding party had arrived. The Bride's Maids were introduced along with their groomsmen in tow. The maid of honor was a horsey looking girl with a smoking hot body, who had been the Bride's BFF. I thought for a brief moment that maybe that old adage about the beautiful girls always had, let's just say, less that beautiful BFFs so the beautiful one had zero competition with the guys and the ugly one could pick up with the guys who didn't meet muster with her friend, was true, at least in this case. The Mother of the Bride was introduced next. She was in her mid-forties and very attractive for her age. She was being escorted by a young guy in his twenties named Alberto. He was tall and slender and wore his tux very well. We would later discover that Alberto was her gigolo. We weren't surprised. He was going to fit right in. There was no father introduced. The Grooms Mother and Father came next. Finally, the Bride and Groom danced their way into the Ballroom to a loud song, Chris Brown's 'Forever'. That got the party started as everyone crowded around clapped to the beat of the song. The place was packed and the lines to the open bar were long. Most of the crowd was young and they seemed to cluster together in cliques.

Fatima had placed seating cards for Sarah and Liam beside Aunt Thelma with Sylvia hovering close by in her uniform. No one paid any attention to Sylvia until a few of the young swingers spotted her and then she had a lot of company as the guys vied for her attention. She ignored them and just smiled. They finally lost interest and disappeared into the crowd looking for other potential conquests. In a crowd of Swingers, that wasn't going to be difficult.

The Bride and Groom moved around the room visiting with there friends and family. When they got to our table, I wondered if we should make ourselves scarce but Reece wanted to play this out. It turned out to be the right move. Reece introduced herself to the Bride as 'Cousin Sarah' and she introduced me as her friend Liam. The Bride had a confused look on her face which we expected. Sarah looked at Thelma and right on cue, Thelma said, "This is my Grand-Daughter, Sarah and her friend, 'what-ever-his-name is'." Reece grinned broadly and shook the bride's hand. Valerie was completely satisfied that Reece was her Cousin Sarah and said, "Sarah. I haven't seen you in many years and I hadn't remembered you were so beautiful." The Bride pulled Cousin Sarah in for a hug and Reece collided with the bride's massive bumpers.

The Groom took Reece's hand and it could have been classified as a sexual assault as he locked his eyes on hers. Reece pulled her eyes away and grinned at me. I reached my hand to the Bride and said, "Hi, I'm Liam. I'm Sarah's plus-one. She took my hand and I felt like I was being sexually assaulted too. These two were very highly sexually charged. I thought for a moment that Valerie would jump on me any second.

The sexual innuendos passed and the Bride and Groom moved on, greeting her Aunt Thelma with hugs and kisses and then moved on to the next person waiting at our table for their attention. Valerie glanced back at me before she shook hands with an older gentleman sitting beside me. She mouthed the word, "Later." She didn't wait for my reaction before she said, "Grampa! It's great that you could come." She stepped in and kissed him on the cheek. His grin went from ear to ear as his attention was on her mega-boobs. She introduced her Grandfather to the Groom and they shook hands. It was clear that the Groom had no patience for male members of her family. He glanced back at Reece and did a head to toe body scan.

Reece saw him do that and she leaned over and whispered, "I feel like I just got slimed." I laughed as she giggled at her own joke.

The Bride and Groom moved on. Reece and I got laughing as we assessed what had just happened. She said, "I kind of like the looks of the Groom. I'm sure that those mega-tits on the Bride turn you right off, but she's pretty." Her statement was dripping in sarcasm, so I answered back with just as much.

"Yeah. You're right. Those melons are just too big for me. She's kind of pretty but nothing compared to what I'm used to." She recognized that the last part wasn't sarcastic and she smiled at me and mouthed the words, 'Thank you.'

I quickly added, "She's pretty enough though," and Reece burst out laughing.

Reece leaned in and whispered, "If she's pretty enough for me, she's pretty enough for you." I grinned and nodded and looked back at the Bride as she was visiting at the next table. There was no checking out her ass in her Bridal Dress. Given the size of those barrage balloons she had on her chest, it could be as big as a Berkshire hog's. I was guessing that I would probably get to see her ass before the evening was over.

Aunt Thelma walked between Reece and me and sat down beside the Bride's Grandfather. His place card read, "Brian". He said, "Hello Thelma, I haven't seen you in years." Sylvia was moving over closer to Aunt Thelma. I was curious about how this was going to go and I wasn't disappointed. Aunt Thelma reached forward and grabbed onto the crotch of Grampa's pants and wouldn't let go. Sylvia swooped in and was trying to pry her fingers off. I had a thought that poor Sylvia sure got a shit-job. I got laughing but I tried to temper it so everyone wouldn't know what was going on over here.

Thankfully, Grampa Brian seemed to be okay with Aunt Thelma's attack as he sat back and smiled as Thelma and Sylvia struggled over his lap. I guess, he was just like the other old men at her home. Reece put her hand to her mouth to squelch her giggles. No one was paying any attention from other tables.

Sylvia finally got Aunt Thelma to release her vice-grip by holding Grampa Brian's crotch down as she pulled Thelma's hand away. Thelma's attention quickly went somewhere else. Grampa Brian looked up at Sylvia and said, "Keep her hands off me. She been doing that since we were teenagers." He reached up and pulled Sylvia's hand back down on his crotch and said, "You can put yours there though."

Sylvia's eyes went wide and she said, "Oh my God," and she pulled her hand up. Reece began laughing as Sylvia quickly stood up and moved away from him. He looked up at her and just shrugged as if to say, 'take it or leave it.' She led Thelma back to her chair. She looked at me and rolled her eyes. I grinned at her.

The Bride and Groom, along with the Bridal party went to the head table and took their seats. Everyone else went to their tables, leaving the bar open. Fatima's staff started delivering the meals of Roast Beef or Chicken, starting with the Bride and Groom. It looked like our table was going to get served last, so I took the opportunity to get a couple drinks. The bartenders didn't care that I was underage. They never asked for an ID.

I sat down and handed Reece her drink. I leaned in and whispered as I sat down, "Holy Shit. This reception has hardly got started and it's already the best wedding I've ever been to. Reece giggled and nodded. I noticed that the Groom kept glancing over at Reece and she was flirting with him. Reece was clearly much wilder than Sylvia.

Sylvia apparently was noticing the interaction between Reece and the Groom because she came over and leaned down close to Reece's ear and whispered, "Reece, stop flirting with the Groom. Other's are beginning to notice." I looked around the other tables and noticed that Sylvia was correct. I'm sure they were trying to figure out who the hot babe at the old folks table was. Sylvia stepped back against the wall.

The Bride and Groom were done eating before we even got served. I got up to get another round of drinks before the lines got long again. When I came back with our drinks, Grampa asked if would get him a drink. I looked around to see if someone was looking out for him, but I didn't see anyone. By the time I got back with his drink, he had moved over one chair and was sitting in mine flirting with Reece. She was telling him that she was Sarah, Thelma's Grand-Daughter. He said, "I guess that makes me your Grand-Uncle. I stood behind him looking for an opportunity to get him back in his chair. I showed him his drink and put it in front of his chair. He ignored me and reached down and took Reece's hand and pulled it to his lips and gallantly kissed her knuckles.

She giggled and looked up at me like she was saying, 'What a gentleman.' Then her eyes went wide when Grampa shoved her hand down into his pants. She struggled to pull her hand away but he had a strong grip. She looked to me for help. Sylvia was on her way, as she just shook her head as if to say, 'What the hell was with this family anyway.' I got there first and yanked Reece's hand from his pants. The tent that got left in his pants was impressive. I lifted him from my chair and moved him back to his. I wasn't pissed. It was kind of amusing. Even Reece was laughing about it as she wiped her hand on her napkin. Sylvia moved back to her spot on the wall.

Thelma leaned over to Reece and said, "Sarah, honey. He's a pig. He was always doing that to me when we were teenagers." That got Reece laughing hard and others were looking our way, probably wishing that they were sitting at our table.

The reception went the way reception always go: The first dance, the Groom and his mother dance, the Groom and the Bride's mother dance. That was interesting when she started dirty-dancing and was basically humping on the Groom's leg. The Bride danced with the Groom's father. No sparks there although he clearly liked her boobs pressed against his chest. The DJ spun some great dance songs and read the crowd perfectly to select the next one. The dance floor was packed. Reece and I danced some and she took advantage of the close quarters to push her hand inside my pants and jerk me off and I pushed my hand under her short dress and eased my middle finger into her wet pussy.

The Mother of the Bride waded through the packed dance floor sans her escort and walked up to Reece and me and tapped Reece on her shoulder. Reece looked at her and the woman said, "May I cut in?" Reece looked at me. It was her call. She stepped back away from me and motioned to the woman to take her place. Reece didn't go far and was dancing by herself until a guy swooped in to replace me. It was a slow dance and everyone was holding each other tight. Reece grinned over the guys shoulder. She towered above him. The Bride's mother pushed her body to mine and grabbed my ass to pull me in even tighter. She had big boobs on a slender body. I figured that the Bride's boobs were the size of her mother's before she had surgery.

The woman never told me her name and never asked mine. She was grinding her body on mine to the music. I wrapped my hand around her waist and she reached around and pushed my hand down to her ass. I grinned at Reece and left my hand where she put it. It didn't take long for her to discover my ripped physique under my clothes. She ran her hand down over my abs and continued right on down to my crotch. I hardened under her touch and she looked up at me with wide-eyes. Her hand didn't linger there. She was apparently looking for potential partners for the after party. The song ended and Reece claimed me back from the Bride's horny mother and we went back to our chairs to get our breathing back to normal again. The music was rocking and everyone was dancing except for most of the family who all seemed to be sucking lemons.

No one noticed when Aunt Thelma and Grampa Brian disappeared. I hadn't noticed until Sylvia rushed over and said, "Have you seen Aunt Thelma? She and her brother are gone." I looked toward where she had been sitting and just shook my head. She was scanning the crowd and spat out, "Fuck. I've got one simple job and I fuck it up. Fatima is going to be pissed."

I said, "Sylvia, honey. Calm down. They're here somewhere. We'll find them." Sylvia took a deep breath and blew it out and we walked around the periphery of the dance floor to see if they were in that throbbing mass of bodies somewhere. No luck. Sylvia found Fatima and reported her fuck-up. Fatima didn't seem to be too concerned. There were many doors around the ballroom leading to conference rooms and Sylvia and I started checking them. Most of the doors were locked but not all and we would open the door, turn on the lights and scan the room and move on. In the fourth room we checked, the lights were already on when we opened the door and there was Grampa Brian, with his pants down around his ankles sitting in a chair with his sister, Thelma on her knees giving her brother a blow job. Sylvia looked at them and then at me and she said, "She hardly knows her own name but she hasn't forgot how to give a pretty descent blow job.

Grampa Brian was moaning hard with his eyes pinched shut. He had a pretty impressive erection going as Thelma bobbed her head up and down on it and surprisingly, taking most of it. Thelma was too involved in her blow job to notice us.

Sylvia stepped toward the two octogenarians but I put my hand on her shoulder to stop her. She looked back at me with confusion on her face and I whispered, "Let them finish. What harm can it do. They're both teenagers again." Sylvia smiled at me and stepped back beside me and we watched like two lecherous perverts. You couldn't tell this story without grossing people out at the thought of two old people having oral sex, plus revealing that you watched it, but the scene was in fact quite erotic. Grampa Brian rested his hands tenderly on Thelma's face and he was gently humping his hips at her mouth. She looked up at him and smiled around his erection. Grampa never opened his eyes as I could imagine him reminiscing about the old days. Thelma pulled back off his cock and started drilling her tongue on his 'spot'. Sylvia and I both looked at each other and smiled.

Grampa Brian was humping his hips at air and he said, "Thelma. For Christ's sake, don't leave me hanging here." Thelma giggled and pushed her lips over his knob and began flailing her gnarled fingers on his cock until he humped up hard, let out a groan and started cumming in her mouth. She stared into his closed eyes as he pumped out several shots of jizz. She swallowed most of it, but some escaped her lips.

Grampa slumped back in the chair and opened his eyes to look down into Thelma smiling face with his quickly softening cock still in her mouth. His eyes turned toward us but he didn't react at all as his eyes drifted back to Thelma's face. He grinned down at her and said, "Thelma, honey. You always gave the best blow jobs. I always thought I should have had you teach your techniques to my wife. Compared to you, she gave a terrible blow job; God bless her soul."