I made note of what people were wearing and went up to my room to change. I returned and entered the reception just like I belonged there. I mingled ...ith people telling them I was a friend of the bride or groom and acting like I had attended the wedding. Everybody was drunk and not paying attention to me anyway. I was hitting on several women, just like dad taught me, when this older woman came up and started to hit on me. At first I thought she was very drunk and that she was being very. “YES, finally. Come on, Jill, squeeze my cock good. Milk all the cum out of it. You know you want it all.” You watch as they both cum; your mother screaming and bucking wildly on the bed, and your father roaring and thrusting into her while shooting his load. It looks like an explosion between them, as your mother’s juices splash out of her pussy, drenching your father’s balls and soaking the sheets. It seems to go on and on, the screaming and bucking on the bed, while more and more juices are. “Shower on, please.” The twin showerheads began spinning around, spraying her with steamy, hot water and moving, once again, up and down, gently massaging her glisteningly beautiful, well-formed and very alluring naked body. “I named him after you, you know…” he heard her call out over the noise of the shower spray. Numb, Jake stood in the bathroom doorway and watched her shower. She actually admitted she had another child by him twenty-five years ago.There had been an undercurrent of tension. I decided it wasn't possible, as I couldn't ask her straight out for fuck and saying I read your diary. So I left it at that, a couple of weeks later I was playing baseball with some buddies in a park and wasn't paying full attention and got hit in my balls by the ball. It hurt and I floored by it, but soon it started to ease and I decided to go home and put an icepack on it. My buddies were laughing about it and that was another reason to go. On my way home I realized I had to pass near.