Just weeks before her wedding, Jessica sat across from her fiancé Jim in their favorite café, smirking at the memory of the filthy night in college when she let a stranger fuck her mouth in a pub bathroom… while the lovesick nerd who would one day marry her waited outside.
After Vows:
The officiant’s cream suit popped in the fading sunset, her grin huge. “You’re now husband and wife!” she shouted, voice booming over the vineyard. “Kiss her, Jim!” The rose arch framed them, fairy lights blinking, sapphire ribbons swaying. Jim’s navy suit was all wrinkled, his tie crooked, sweat dripping down his neck. Jessica was a total babe, her ivory dress hugging her curves and boobs spilling out.
Jim dove in, and Jessica kissed him back, lips wet and hungry, her tongue teasing his, making his knees shake. Her flowery perfume hit him hard, her chest pressed against him, so strongly he could barely think. The crowd went nuts, screaming and clapping, Jessica’s work friends hooting, her girls snapping pics.
The quartet kicked into a peppy song, and the officiant waved them to a quiet spot by the arch. Jessica strutted over, her dress swishing, ass swaying like she knew every eye was on it. Jim trailed, palms sweaty, voice shaky but so damn lovey, totally gone for her on their wedding day. “Jess, my vows… You liked ‘em?” he asked, eyes big, begging for her to say yes, a goofy grin on his face.
Jessica spun, her smirk wicked, eyes pinning him like a laser. “Perfect, babe,” she purred, voice all silky, stepping so close her hips brushed his. She tugged his tie, fixing it with a flirty smirk, Jim’s vow about that café kiss—him basically worshipping her fuck-up—proving he’s the guy she needed. “You killed it, babe.”
Jim’s grin got huge, her words lighting him up, his dick twitching just from her voice. “I poured my heart out to make you happy,” he said, voice all soft, staring at her like she was a goddess. Her face, those curves, that killer smirk—damn, he was hard. “You were so sexy up there,” he mumbled, laughing nervously.
Jessica giggled, all bubbly, her eyes popping. “Never thought you’d talk about our first kiss,” she said, tossing it out all chill since he blabbed it to everyone. Her brain zipped back— I was sucking some random dude’s cock, like, thirty minutes before Jim’s lips and tongue hit mine.
She’d spilled to a friend once as a secret, “I could still feel the guy’s balls taste when I kissed him,” but which friend? Her eyes flicked to her bridesmaids—Was it one of them? If that girl heard Jim call it his best kiss, she’d lose it, so damn hilarious. Her heart pounded, pussy wet, half scared, half horny as hell from the secret.
Jim cocked his head, a curious grin. “Why?” he asked, all playful, nudging her to spill, like he always tried. He’d never brought it up and never pushed.
Jessica’s smirk tightened. “No reason,” she said, all smooth, no way she’d admit—Yeah, I was choking on dick right before your "best kiss ever".
Her hand slid down his arm, nails grazing, owning him. He knows just enough and still begs for me, she thought, her pussy wet, loving how he groveled, her power making her hot as hell. “C’mon, let’s walk—time for them to throw rice on our heads.” They hit the aisle, Jessica’s dress flowing, her strut all boss, Jim following like her puppy. Rice rained down, then guests shuffled into a line, ready to hug it out.
The greeting line kicked off and kept coming, hugs and “Congrats!” piling on. Then, last in line, Brian rolled up—six-foot-two, muscles bulging in a tight black shirt, dark hair messy, grin all cocky. Nobody was sure if he crashed early or just hit the congrats line, but damn, he was fine.
“Hey, Jim, congrats, man!” Brian said, clapping Jim’s shoulder, his voice deep, chill. Jessica’s eyes snapped to him—Who’s this tall hottie?—her pussy buzzing, not knowing him but wanting to. Brian’s cologne hit her, all spicy and rough. Before she could speak, Jim piped up, all eager, “Jess, this is Brian, our new neighbor in 10B! Dude saved our window the other day, total lifesaver.”
Jessica’s lips curled, her green eyes locking on Brian’s, not blinking, all flirty and bold from the jump. “Oh, so you’re the window hero,” she purred, voice silky, stepping closer. “Thanks for that, Brian. Pleasure to finally meet you.” Her stare screamed fuck, you’re hot.
Brian held her gaze, eyes dark and hungry, like he was peeling off her dress. His hand slid to her waist, resting there, bold but smooth, his touch sending a jolt through her. “Pleasure’s mine,” he said, voice low, intimate. “That dress is straight-up dangerous, Jessica.” His grin was polite but dripping with I want you, his fingers lingering, making her pussy wet.
Jim caught it—their eyes, Brian’s hand, the vibe too damn hot. His gut twisted, his grin wobbling, but it’s his wedding—Not gonna be that guy, not today. He chuckled, shaky, trying to play it cool.
Brian pulled back, hand slipping off, eyes still on Jessica. “Best to both of you,” he said, all smooth, then walked off. Jessica’s smirk stayed, her body buzzing. Fuck, that’s a real man.
Brian Doesn't Know Alice is Jim's Mom:
The congrats line faded, and Jessica’s crew—work pals and bridesmaids, like seventy percent of the crowd—swarmed the tent, their heels clicking, dresses tight, yelling, “Time to get fucked up!” The quartet cranked a bass-heavy jam, and the dance floor turned into a sweaty mess, bodies grinding, hips popping to the beat.
By seven, the party was a straight-up banger, guests loosening up, dances dirtier, couples sneaking off to dark corners. The DJ took over, dropping a sexy beat, and the floor packed tighter, sweat and lust mixing like a drug.
“Yo, Jim, cheers, man! Sick fucking party!” Brian grinned, pure cocky. Jim clinked his beer, chuckling, voice wobbly. “Yeah, dude, it’s crazy,” he said, still high off Jessica’s curves ruling the dance floor. Brian leaned in, voice low, nodding at a table. “Check that chick—light green dress, auburn hair, almost screaming "fuck me". Solo, right?”
Jim’s gut tanked, beer nearly slipping. That’s Mom—Alice. She sat alone, light green dress hugging her curves, silicone-packed boobs begging to bust out, auburn curls bouncing as she sipped her drink, looking mid-thirties, not forty-two. Her teasing smirk nailed Brian, and Jim’s brain stalled—He’s panting for my mom? “Uh… yeah, single,” Jim mumbled, not spilling that it was his mom who had been divorced for the last 10 months, heart pounding hard.
Brian smirked, eyes locked on Alice as she crossed her legs, dress riding up, thighs flashing. “She has some MILF vibe, but sexy as fuck. Those tits—fake, but I’d wreck that.” Jim’s face burned. Don’t fucking say that shit, he thought. “She’s… forty-two,” he stammered instead, praying it’d kill Brian’s vibe. No dice. Brian laughed, crude. “Forty-two? Still banging. What’s her deal? Stripper or some shit?”
Jim squirmed. Tell him she’s my mom, or keep going? His beta side buckled, Brian banging Mom? I’d puke. “She’s… a gynecologist,” he stammered, gut churning. Brian’s grin turned sleazy. “No shit? Bet her checkups are a fuckfest. How much for a visit, huh?” His laugh was pure filth, and Jim’s cheeks burned. That’s so fucking wrong. But he forced a chuckle, “Yeah… uh, she’s legit.”
Alice glanced over, adjusting her dress, silicone-packed breasts straining, auburn curls bouncing, her wink hitting Brian like a spark. Brian leaned closer, “Nice, man. I’m gonna hit that. Younger girls here all got dudes. Got a name for her?” Jim’s throat locked. Why’m I helping? Mom with Brian? I’d die. “Alice,” he choked, voice barely there. “Any tips, bro? How do I get her going?”.
Jim’s hands shook. She’s my fucking mom! His brain screamed—Cut it off or cave?—but his beta vibe won, as always. Why’s my dick hard at this shit? “Uh… don’t talk about her surgeries,” he muttered, face hotter. “Silicone, nose—she hates it.” Brian snorted, “Huge tits, dude, can’t miss ‘em. She always is this flirty?” Alice stood, tossing her hair, her glance at Brian pure heat. Jim’s gut flipped. She’s egging him on. “Yeah… I don't know, maybe?,” he said, hating every word—I’m selling out Mom.
“Has she been with anyone tonight?” Brian asked, eyes narrowing. Jim shook his head, “Um, no… just chilling, dancing, I guess.” I hate myself.
Brian chugged his beer, grinning like a shark. “Chilling, open, dope. I’m grabbing her a mojito. She into dumb jokes or what?” Jim’s hands trembled. “Yeah… silly jokes, I think, but don’t creep on her looks,” he said, gut yelling Stop helping! Alice’s green dress shimmered, her teasing glance burning. Brian clapped Jim’s shoulder. “Jokes, mojito, no tit talk—perfect. You’re a fucking champ, man.” He turned, smirking, “Gimme a sec, gotta work.”
Jim’s mouth opened. She’s my mom! “Yo, you’re getting a drink for my—” he blurted, but the DJ’s bass drowned it, Brian already striding off, giving Jim two cocky back-pats, deaf to the truth. Jim stood, beer dripping, breathing hard, face a furnace. Did the right thing, I guess, he thought, lying to himself—Couldn’t stop him anyway. Or could I?
Brian flirts with Jim's Mom:
Mojito in hand, Brian slid up next to Alice, close enough to catch her perfume, sweet and spicy. “Heard you’re a mojito woman,” he said, voice low and smooth, setting the drink in front of her. Alice’s green eyes flicked up, sharp and playful, lips curling into a smirk. “Oh, you heard that, huh? Who’s snitching on me?” Her tone was all tease, confident, like she was ready to play his game. She took the glass, her fingers brushing his, slow and deliberate, sending a jolt up his arm. Fuck, she’s already in, Brian thought, his grin widening.
“Just a guy who knows what you like,” Brian said, sipping his beer, eyes tracing her dress. Those tits are fucking unreal. “So, mojito’s your vibe? Hope I nailed it.” Alice laughed, low and throaty, tossing her auburn curls. “I’m picky, but… not bad.” She sipped, lips wrapping the straw, eyes locked on his, teasing as hell. “You get a point for effort… Brian, right?” She tilted her head, smirking, like she’d caught him checking her out. She’s sharp, he thought, dick stirring.
“Damn, you got my name already?” he said, leaning closer, his knee brushing hers under the bar. “Guess I’m not the only one doing homework. Yeah, I’m Brian. And you’re Alice, the chick turning heads in that dress.” He dropped the compliment smoothly, eyes dipping to her cleavage, then back up. Alice’s brow arched, amused, but her smirk said she loved it. “Turning heads, huh? You’re sweet… or just trying to get somewhere?” Her voice was honey, but her eyes were fire, daring him to keep up.
“Sweet? Nah, I’m honest,” he shot back, voice dropping, all cocky. “You’re trouble, Alice, but I’m into trouble. Been watching you throw those looks my way.” She’s eating this up, he thought, pulse kicking. Alice leaned forward, her dress shifting, thighs flashing as she crossed her legs, her foot grazing his calf, light but fucking deliberate. “Looks? Maybe you’re seeing what you wanna see,” she teased, biting her lip just a flash. Brian’s dick hardened—She’s playing dirty.
“No way, I know those eyes,” he said, matching her lean, their arms brushing, heat sparking. “You’re out here killing it, dress like that. You dance in it yet?” He nodded to the dance floor, packed with sweaty bodies. Alice sipped her mojito, straw teasing her lips again, eyes glinting. “Danced a bit. Got hot, needed a break… and a drink.” Her voice dipped, suggestive, her fingers toying with the glass. “Good thing you showed up, huh?”
“Good thing? I planned this shit,” Brian grinned, shifting so his thigh pressed hers, testing. She didn’t move, her warmth burning through his jeans. She’s all in. “Saw you, knew I had to make a move. You always this… tempting?” He let the word hang, eyes locked on hers. Alice’s laugh was pure sex, her auburn curls bouncing as she tilted her head. “Tempting? Only when I feel like it. You think you can handle me, Brian?” Her thigh shifted, pressing back, a spark shooting through him.
“Handle you? I’m built for it,” he said, his hand grazing her wrist, light but bold. Her skin was soft, electric, and she didn’t pull away. “Question is, what’s your play? You calling the shots or letting me lead?” Alice’s smirk deepened, her fingers dragging slowly across her glass, nails clicking. “I like a guy who knows his shit,” she purred, voice low. “You seem… promising. What’s your next move?” Her eyes flicked to his lips, then back up, bold as fuck.
“I’m a fucking guarantee,” Brian said, his hand sliding to her forearm, thumb tracing a slow circle. She’s daring me. “Thinking you and me, somewhere quieter, starting some real trouble.” His voice was thick, eyes on her glossy lips. Alice’s foot brushed his calf again, slower, her hand grazing his knee, nails scraping through his jeans. “That’s a bold one,” she purred, not backing off. “I don’t come easy, Brian. You gotta earn me.”
“I’m already winning,” he shot back, his hand brushing her thigh, fingers grazing her dress’s edge, testing. She’s fucking fire. Her dress rode up, thighs begging for more, but she smirked, holding ground. “We’ll see about that,” she teased, her fingers lingering on his knee, dragging slowly, auburn curls catching the bar lights, green dress glowing like a dare. “I’m after a good time, Brian. You gonna deliver?”
“I’ll blow your fucking mind,” he said, leaning so close his lips nearly grazed her ear, his hand tightening on her thigh. “Tell me what you want, and I’m all in.” Alice’s breath hitched, just a flicker, her eyes burning with want. “I want to see how good you are,” she purred, her hand sliding higher on his leg, nails teasing. She leaned back slightly, sipping her mojito, lips lingering on the straw, thighs parted a hint, eyes daring him—Your move, Brian, her body screamed, waiting for him to cross the line.
Brian’s hand gripped Alice’s thigh, his lips so close to her ear he could feel her heat. Alice’s nails dragged higher on his leg, her thighs parted just a hint, her mojito straw lingering on her lips, eyes screaming Take me. She’s fucking dripping for it, Brian thought, dick throbbing. “You wanna see how good I am?” he growled, voice thick. “I’m gonna make you scream my name, Alice, till you’re shaking.”
Alice’s laugh was low, breathy, her eyes glinting with fire. “Big talk, Brian. Screaming’s a tall order.” She leaned closer, her boobs brushing his arm, deliberate, her nails scraping his thigh through his pants.
Alice leaned closer, her boobs grazing Brian’s arm, a breathy laugh spilling out. “You’re cocky as hell, Brian.” Her nails dug into his thigh through his jeans, just enough to sting, her light green dress riding up, thighs flashing. “I don’t scream easily, but I’m curious to see you try.” Her voice was pure tease, confident, her flushed cheeks showing she was into it. She’s begging for it, Brian thought, his hand sliding higher, fingers grazing her dress’s edge. “I’ll have you screaming so loud, you’ll forget your own name,” he grinned.
Alice’s smirk widened, her body melting into his touch, clearly turned on. “You’ll have to do better to break me.” Her fingers toyed with his belt, teasing, her dress shifting to show more skin, boobs heaving with each breath. “I’m not some easy score, Brian.” Her voice was husky, her foot hooking his ankle, pulling him closer. She’s fucking loving this, Brian thought, dick throbbing. “I’ll steer you straight to paradise, girl,” he purred, his thumb brushing her inner thigh, inching higher, bold as fuck.
She licked her lips, slow and deliberate, her confidence blazing, her flushed neck screaming arousal. “Oh boy, you’re aiming high, aren't you? Haha.” Her nails scraped up his leg, stopping just shy of his crotch, auburn curls catching the light. “I’m picky about my players. You got enough to handle me?” Her tease was sharp, her thigh squeezing his hand, warm and inviting. Brian leaned in, lips hovering over hers, his hand gripping her hip. “I’ll make you so wet, you’ll slide right into my lap”, his other hand brushing her curls, fingers tangling lightly. She’s mine.
Her laugh was throaty, her body leaning into his grip, loving the dirty talk. “Big promises, huh.” Her fingers lingered on his belt, teasing, her green dress barely covering her curves, auburn curls framing her flushed face. “Big promises... let’s see if you can back ‘em up.” Her eyes burned, challenging, her thigh pressing his hand harder. Brian’s grin was all wolf, his hand trailing up her hip, fingers digging in. “I’m high maintenance, Brian. Got the stamina for it?”
Her voice was all fire, thighs parted wider, dress a tease, eyes locked on his. She’s fucking ready, Brian thought, his hand tight on her back, ready to cross the line. “Let me tell you that: in an hour, you’ll be screaming for me to finish. All over you,” his lips hovering over hers.
"You know what? My car is parked just right there. Why don't we just... go there for a second?" said Alice with a big and confident grin on her face.
Lisa and Jessica watch Brian and Alice flirting. Jim freezes:
Lisa slouched against a high-top table, her hair glowing under the strobe lights, dress hugging her curves like a second skin, her vodka soda leaving wet rings on the table. Jessica leaned next to her, curvy as hell in her wedding dress, martini glass tilted in her hand, her lips twitching like she was sniffing out some juicy gossip. The DJ’s bass thumped through the tent, but Lisa’s eyes caught something off at the bar.
Her mom, Alice, in that light green dress, fake boobs popping like nobody’s business, auburn curls bouncing, looking mid thirties instead of forty-two, was sitting way too close to Brian, his jacked muscles stretching his black shirt, his shoulder brushing hers. What the actual fuck? Lisa thought, her brow scrunching, vodka soda pausing mid-sip.
“Jess, hold up, you see that over there?” Lisa muttered, elbowing Jessica, her blue eyes squinting through the bar’s dim glow. “Mom’s, like, sitting super close to that guy. What’s the deal with that?” Alice’s smile was too wide, her body angled toward Brian, their knees almost touching, her mojito straw lingering on her lips. Jessica tilted her head, dark eyes narrowing, her ivory dress catching the light as she leaned forward.
“Wait, that’s your mom with Brian? They’re, like, waaay too cozy for a casual chat. That’s... weird, right?” She sipped her martini, a smirk creeping up, her curvy frame shifting to get a better look. “What’s she even doing? Just catching up with some random dude?”
Lisa shook her head, her dress shimmering as she set her drink down. “No way it’s just a chat, Jess. Look at how she’s leaning in—her boobs are practically in his face!” Alice’s posture was bold, her green dress hugging her curves, curls catching the light as she laughed, her hand resting near Brian’s arm on the bar. Jessica’s brows shot up, her laugh sharp and catty. “Oh my God, you’re right! Your mom’s giving him the full flirt treatment. That’s not, like, ‘old friend’ vibes—that’s ‘fuck me’ vibes!”
Lisa’s jaw dropped, her vodka soda forgotten as she squinted harder. “Wait, Jess, check it—her hand’s on his leg now!” Alice’s fingers, nails painted red, grazed Brian’s thigh through his jeans, slow and deliberate, her dress riding up just enough to flash some skin. “No fucking way she’s doing that at Jim’s wedding!” Jessica’s cackle was loud, her ivory dress glowing as she clutched her martini. “Holy shit, Lisa, your mom’s got game! Look at those nails—she’s straight-up teasing him. And Brian is eating it up—check that cocky grin.” She fanned herself dramatically, her dark eyes glinting. “Guy’s hot as hell, though. Gotta give him props for going after Alice like that. Total stud move.”
Lisa giggled, her dress clinging as she leaned closer to Jessica, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “Okay, but seriously, look closer—her hand’s sliding up to his belt!” Alice’s nails scraped Brian’s jeans near his waist, bold as fuck, her foot hooking his ankle under the bar, pulling him in, her smirk pure fire. “Mom’s not just flirting—she’s, like, ready to jump him!” Jessica’s laugh was borderline hysterical, her curvy frame shaking as she nearly spilled her drink. “Lisa, your mom’s is looking like she's gonna devour that guy! Check her out—dress riding up, thighs all out, owning his ass. And Brian doesn’t give a shit who’s watching.”
Lisa’s eyes widened, her hair swinging as she gasped. “Oh my God, Jess, his hand’s moving higher—look at that!” Brian’s fingers inched up Alice’s thigh, brushing the edge of her green dress, his grin all wolf as he leaned closer, lips hovering near her ear. “Mom’s totally into it—check her smile!” Jessica smirked, her martini glass tilting as she nodded. “Loving it? Alice is winning, girl! She’s bagging a total hunk—that body, that confidence?! Fuck, I’m almost jealous!” She clinked her glass against Lisa’s, her dark eyes sparkling with admiration.
Their gazes flicked to Jim, frozen a few feet away near the dance floor, navy suit a sweaty fucking disaster, beer bottle trembling in his hand, staring at the bar like a zombie caught in a nightmare. Lisa’s laugh choked, her dress flashing as she pointed. “Jess, oh my God, look at Jim! He’s just… standing there, not doing a damn thing!” Jim’s face was pale, sweat beading on his forehead, eyes locked on Brian and Alice, his body rigid like he’d been glued to the floor.
Jessica snorted, her dark eyes wicked as she leaned forward. “Jesus! No fucking way. He’s pathetic! Brian’s all over your mom, and Jim’s got, like, zero spine. What’s he even doing? Just staring like a fucking creep!”
Lisa’s giggles turned hysterical. Look at him—sweating like a pig, beer shaking like he’s gonna drop it. I know it's your husband now, but what a cute loser! Hahaha.” She shook her head as she watched Jim’s eyes burning into the bar where Alice’s nails were now digging into Brian’s belt, her thighs parting wider. Jessica cackled, her curvy frame shaking.
“Not just a loser, he’s a whipped dog! The guy is practically fucking his mom at the bar of his own wedding, and Jim’s just… frozen, like a sad little bitch. Bet his dick’s hard under that suit. Hahaha!" She winked, her dark hair framing her smirking face, her martini glass raised in mock salute.
--
Jim stood frozen, his suit sticking to his sweaty skin, his tie choking his neck, a beer bottle slick in his trembling hand. Brian, muscles bulging his shirt like some jacked-up porn star, sat way too close to his mom. What the fuck’s happening? Jim thought, his gut twisting, heart slamming so hard he thought it’d bust out. Mom’s speaking with that guy, and I can’t fucking move.
His feet were glued, legs heavy like cement, eyes locked on them, brain screaming Do something, you pussy! But his beta ass stayed put, sweat dripping down his back. Brian’s shoulder brushed Alice’s, their heads close, her smile too bright, mojito straw lingering on her lips like she was teasing him. Is she… flirting back?! No way. Not my mom. Jim’s stomach churned, but his dick twitched, making him hate himself. This is so fucked. Why’s my body doing this? He gripped his beer tighter, knuckles white, trying to make sense of it, his face burning like a furnace.
Then he saw it— his mom’s hand on Brian’s leg, nails grazing his thigh through his jeans, slow and bold, her dress riding up, flashing her thighs. Holy shit, she’s touching him! His chest tightened, breath hitching, the tent spinning around him. She’s not just talking—she’s into him. My fucking mom! Brian’s grin was all cocky as he leaned closer, not giving a shit who was seeing.
He is hitting on her like a goddamn stud, right at my wedding. Jim’s beer shook, splashing his hand, but he couldn’t look away, his dick throbbing slowly, shame burning his throat. I’m such a fucking loser.
His eyes flicked to the side, catching Lisa and Jessica near a table, both clutching drinks, staring at the bar, laughing. Fuck, they see it too. Lisa pointed, her giggles sharp, Jessica’s cackle louder, their eyes darting between Mom and Brian, then landing on him. Are they laughing at me? Is my sister mocking me? Nah, it has to be something else...
Jim’s face went redder, sweat soaking his collar, his heart sinking. I bet they are thinking I’m pathetic, just standing here like a fucking zombie. And they’re right. He wanted to scream, That’s my mom, dude! At Brian, but his voice was gone, legs jelly, his beta side caving like always. Why’m I like this? I’m married. This is my wedding.
Jim’s beer bottle shook harder, his face a sweaty mess, his mind screaming Stop them! But he couldn’t move, his beta ass paralyzed, his thoughts a fucking mess. I did this. I told him her name. Mojitos. Don’t mention surgeries. I fucking handed her to him. Brian’s lips brushed her ear, his muscles flexing, not even glancing at Jim, like he didn’t exist. He’s a fucking god, and I’m nothing. He’s bagging her, and I’m just… watching.
The bar was a fucking inferno now, Brian’s lips hovering over Alice's, their bodies so close they’d merge, her thighs open, her smirk pure fire, like she’d eat him alive. They’re gonna kiss. Right here. At my fucking wedding. Jim’s breath hitched, sweat dripping down his neck, his dick straining so hard it hurt, his shame a knife in his gut. I should’ve stopped him. Should’ve lied.
Brian and Alice go to her SUV:
Brian yanked Alice’s wrist, dragging her from the party to the parking lot. Alice’s light green dress hugged her fake tits, hard nipples poking the fabric, auburn hair bouncing, her body screaming sex. Her SUV stood dark and sleek, a fuck-den waiting.
Brian’s mind was roaring, his grin cocky, eyes raking her jiggling ass. Alice’s lips parted, a soft moan escaping, her nails scraping his palm, heels clicking fast. Damn it, he already owns me, my pussy is already wet, fuck!, she thought.
Brian slammed her against the SUV’s driver’s door, her round ass hitting metal, tits bouncing, dress riding up to flash her creamy thighs. “Gonna fuck you raw, baby,” he growled, crushing his lips onto hers, tongue shoving deep, wrestling hers, spit mixing in a sloppy, wet mess. Alice moaned loudly, her mouth sucking his tongue, lips swollen, hands clawing his shoulders, shredding his shirt, her swollen pussy grinding his bulge.
She’s mine, Brian thought, hands gripping her hips, yanking her against his pulsing cock, muscles rippling. Her auburn curls stuck to her sweaty cheeks, her desperate whimper vibrating his lips, musky arousal filling the air. “Fuck, yes,” she gasped, tongue lapping his, her round cheeks grinding harder. "His cock must be fucking beast", her mind screamed, pussy soaking her panties.
“Spread your thighs,” Brian commanded, hands squeezing her ass, fingers digging into her plump cheeks through the dress. His lips ravaged her neck, sucking hard, teeth biting, leaving red welts. Alice’s moans turned shrill, head thrown back, thighs splitting wide, her foot hooking his calf, heels scraping denim, her pussy lips throbbing. “Take me, baby,” she begged, voice pure submission, hands worshipping his pecs, nails raking his skin, her swollen tits heaving.
I’m yours to fuck, she thought, clit pulsing, juices dripping down her thighs. The parking lot was silent—crickets, faint music, their sloppy kisses and moans louder than all. Brian’s fingers ripped her dress higher, shredding her panties, his knuckles brushing her swollen, dripping pussy lips, making her scream.
“On your knees,” he barked, stepping back, voice hard, unzipping his jeans, yanking out his thick, veined cock, pre-cum glistening on the swollen head. Alice dropped fast, gravel biting her knees, dress bunched, her eyes worshipping his pulsing shaft, mouth watering. “Oh my god, Brian! It’s...huge,” she moaned, hands gripping his thighs, nails sinking into muscle, her pussy clenching. “Yeah, now shut up and suck my cock”, Brian ordered, fisting her curls, shoving her lips to his tip.
Alice’s mouth opened wide, tongue lapping his salty slit, then swallowing his shaft, lips stretching, throat bulging, sucking wetly with sloppy slurps, gagging hard. "I knew you were a cock-slut", Brian said, hips thrusting, his balls slapping her chin, her loud moans vibrating his shaft, her hard nipples poking her dress.
“Deeper, baby,” Brian growled, almost fucking her mouth, his cock stretching her throat, spit drooling down her chin. Alice’s eyes watered, locked on his, pure devotion, her tongue swirling his shaft, lips sucking tight, her hand stroking his heavy balls, nails grazing them. “Fuck, yes,” she moaned around his cock, voice muffled, throat gagging wetly, her swollen pussy dripping. Brian’s muscles flexed, sweat beading, her round ass jiggling as she bobbed, dress slipping to bare one tit, nipple hard as fuck. “You’re a fucking pro at this, Alice!” he grunted, cock pulsing, owning her mouth.
“Stand up,” he commanded, yanking her curls, lips dripping spit, swollen and red. “Backseat, now.” Alice stumbled to her SUV’s back door, wrenching it open, crawling onto the leather, her dress hiked, swollen pussy lips glistening, round ass up, moaning soft whimpers. Brian climbed in, slamming the door, jeans half-down, cock hard as steel. “Rip that dress off,” he ordered, voice brutal, hands tearing her dress to her waist, exposing her dripping pussy and tight asshole. Alice obeyed, shredding the fabric, her naked tits bouncing, nipples rock-hard, legs spreading wide, screaming. He’s a fucking god, she thought, juices soaking the seat.
“On your back,” Brian growled, shoving her down, spreading her thighs, his fingers spreading her swollen pussy lips, rubbing her throbbing clit, making her scream louder. Alice’s body arched her wet pussy now begging for his cock. “Oh God, fuck me, please!,” she whimpered, voice breaking, tits jiggling, her musky scent filling the SUV. Brian gripped his veined shaft, slamming it against her clit, then shoved inside, his thick cock stretching her tight pussy. "Your pussy was built for my dick to fuck!" Brian told her, pounding deep, the SUV rocking, leather squealing, his balls smacking her ass, flesh slapping loudly.
“Harder! Harder!” Alice screamed, shredding his shirt, hips bucking to meet his brutal thrusts, her swollen clit grinding his shaft. Brian’s muscles bulged, sweat dripping, his cock stretching her deeper, burning friction making her scream louder. “Say my name,” he commanded while pounding her pussy, the car shaking like a fucking storm. This bitch is so easy, he thought, balls tightening, her sloppy moans filling his ears, pussy gushing with every thrust.
“Flip over,” Brian barked, pulling out, slapping her ass hard, leaving a red handprint. Alice scrambled to her knees, ass up, tight asshole winking. Brian gripped her hips, slamming his cock back in, doggy-style, his shaft stretching her pussy, balls slapping her clit, her round cheeks jiggling with each thrust. “Take it all, baby. Enjoy it,” he growled, pulling her curls, nipples grazing the leather. Oh my god, I had forgotten how amazing it was to be a sex toy of a man who knows how to fuck a woman properly, Alice thought.
The SUV’s windows fogged, air thick with musky sex, their screams drowning the faint DJ beat. Alice’s body convulsed, her pussy clamping his cock, her orgasm tearing through, screaming “Brian!” her juices flooding the seat, thighs shaking. “Fuck, you’re tight,” Brian roared, thrusting faster, his veined cock pulsing, slamming deep, coming hard, hot cum filling her pussy, spilling out.
The SUV’s windows fogged.. Brian pounded Alice’s pussy, his veined cock slamming deep, her auburn curls bouncing, green dress shredded. “Fuck my little pussy raw!” Alice screamed, her nails clawing his back, thighs shaking. Brian slapped her ass hard, the crack echoing. “Scream louder, slut!” he growled. “I’m gonna fucking cum, Brian!” she wailed, pussy clenching his shaft. “You’re my dirty bitch,” he roared, slapping her ass red. I own this pussy, he thought. “Take it, fuck me!” Alice begged, voice hoarse, tits bouncing under him. “Gonna fill you up,” Brian grunted, thrusting faster, balls smacking her.
“Harder, you fucking horse!” Alice screamed, her pussy squeezing, orgasm ripping through. “I’m cumming, Brian, fuck!” Her juices squirted, soaking his cock. Brian’s hand cracked her ass, her cry sharper. “Feel my cock wrecking you,” he commanded, muscles bulging through his black shirt. “I’m your little bitch slave, fill me!” she moaned, nails shredding his shirt. His dick’s my master, she thought, body convulsing. “Cum for your king,” Brian growled, slapping her ass raw. “Yes, yes, fuck!” Alice wailed, her screams shaking the SUV, pussy gushing, taking every thrust.
“It's time to fill your cunt, baby!” Brian roared, his cock pulsing, unloading thick, hot spurts deep in her pussy, cum flooding her, leaking down her thighs. “Feel it, Brian, pump me full!” Alice screamed, pussy milking his load, her body trembling. His cum’s burning me up, she thought, moaning loudly. Brian slapped her ass one last time, the sting making her gasp. “You’re a cum-slut, aren't you?” he grunted, collapsing on her, their sweat mixing, her swollen pussy dripping his load, their dirty screams fading in the steamy SUV.
Alice’s pussy dripped with Brian’s thick cum, thighs trembling on the leather seat. “Get on all fours, lick my cock clean,” Brian commanded, his shirt clinging to his jacked muscles, cum-slick cock still hard. Alice obeyed, crawling forward, ass up, moaning, “Okay, baby.” Her lips wrapped his pulsing shaft, tongue lapping his sticky cum, slurping loudly, eyes worshipping him. His cum tastes like power, she thought, pussy clenching, leaking more cum. “Suck it all, slut,” Brian growled, hand slapping her ass, her cry sharp. “Your slut...,” she moaned, licking his balls clean, spit dripping.
“Spread your legs,” Brian ordered, fingers plunging into her cum-soaked pussy, pumping her swollen lips, rubbing her throbbing clit. “Cum for me now.” Alice screamed, “Fuck, my pussy is gonna explode!” Her hips bucking, cum and juices gushing over his hand. He’s fucking owning me, she thought, body shaking, moaning, “Yes, Brian, harder!” He slapped her ass red, fingers fucking her faster, her screams louder, watching her pussy squirt, her tits bouncing. “Oooh! I’m cumming, fuck!” Alice wailed, orgasm tearing through, cum dripping down her thighs, his fingers relentless.
Alice collapsed, panting, grabbing her torn dress, pulling it over her slick tits. She snatched a tissue from the console, wiping Brian’s cum from her swollen lips and tits, her satisfied smile blazing, auburn curls framing her flushed face. “You’r dick is amazing, Brian,” she purred, voice hoarse, eyes locked on his cock. Brian grinned, squeezing her thigh.
Jessica questions Jim
Jessica strutted toward Jim, her curvy hips bouncing in her tight dress, a smirk mixing mockery and indignation on her face. Bodies were grinding around them, but her eyes locked on Jim. My wife’s gonna fucking gut me, he thought, gut twisting, face red, knowing she saw Brian and Mom slip out to the parking lot with her car keys in her hands. Jessica stopped close, her perfume hitting him, voice dripping with a taunt. “Hey, babe,” she said, giggling. “What the fuck was that?”
Jim forced a shaky smile, his cheeks burning, heart racing. She saw everything. I’m fucked. “Hey, love,” he mumbled, voice cracking, eyes darting away. Jessica leaned in, her tits brushing his arm, tone sharp but teasing. “Spill it, Jim. What’s the deal with our neighbor—Brian, right? Hitting on Alice, all cozy at the bar?”
Jim went pale, then red, sweat dripping down his neck, his beta ass squirming. She knows Brian is fucking my mom. “Uh… well… he…” he stammered, clutching his beer. “He asked me if she was single, you know, just chatting.” Jessica’s laugh was loud, cutting through the music. “He straight-up told you he’s into her? For real?”
“Yeah,” Jim muttered, looking down, shame choking him, his dick twitching despite himself. I’m such a fucking loser. Jessica’s eyes gleamed, her smirk wicked. “So, you just let him? Watched them leave in her car, and that's it? You don’t care he’s probably fucking her right now?” Jim’s face burned hotter, his throat tight.
“I… I didn’t get a chance to say she’s my mom,” he mumbled, voice weak. He walked off too fast.” Jessica snorted, tossing her hair. “Bullshit, babe. She walked you down the aisle! He knew.” Jim’s stomach dropped, his hands shaking. I fucked up bad. “I swear, he didn’t act like he knew,” he said, voice barely audible. “He wasn’t trying to disrespect me.”
Jessica’s giggle turned sharp, her hand on her hip. “Disrespect? He’s banging her in her car, Jim, at our wedding! And you’re just standing here, cool with it?” Jim’s eyes dropped, his face crimson, the cuckold-ish shame crushing him. I let this happen. “I… I care,” he admitted, voice small, “but he was already gone, and… she’s been alone, you know?
Jessica’s laugh softened, pity in her eyes. “Aw, babe, you’re so sweet, letting her get some.” She leaned closer, whispering, “Kinda funny, though, you handing her over to that guy.” Jim forced a chuckle, humiliated but trapped, his beta side screaming. I’m pathetic.
Jessica grabbed his arm, her nails digging in, tone playful but cutting. “Look, there’s Brian, strolling back, all chill. Bet he had fun.” Jim glanced up, seeing Brian’s black shirt stretched over his jacked muscles, a smug grin as he adjusted his jeans. He fucked her. My mom. His heart raced, shame burning.
“And where’s Alice?” Jessica teased, spotting her slipping in, green dress wrinkled, auburn curls messy. “Guess she’s still fixing herself after that quickie. You gonna need to call him daddy now, right? Hahaha.” Jim laughed weakly, face red, muttering, “Stop, Jess.” She grinned, kissing his cheek. “Be careful what you say to Brian now, babe. He might spill how he railed her.” Jim groaned, “Fuck, no, I don’t wanna know!” as Jessica giggled, heading for another drink.
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