Boy did she look good dressed in white, but then she always did, no matter what she was wearing or how little. I could see her smiling at her guests u...til her eyes found mine. Her smile froze and worry lines appeared on her brow; then she was gone out into the sunlight. I watched from the edge of the crowd while the happy couple were being photographed."What are you doing here," a sharp voice said, I turned and there was Eve, the brides younger sister and by the look of her, her chief. Reluctantly, Rahul approached and stood by her."Okay!" announced Reddy, looking through the camera's viewfinder. "Everything is ready if you both are ready. There is no point in wasting time. I'm going to roll the camera on three." He held up his hand. "One! Two! Three!"Mother and son stood side by side, facing the camera. Their similarities between mother and son was unmistakable. The son had his mother's dark eyes, her small nose, her sharp jaw line. Their body types were also similar, though. My cock was rock hard and twitching. I was turned on more than I ever have been. The last scene, which was the longest, had my wife kneeling with a big lustful grin on her face. Standing around her was my boss and several guys from work. June's face and hair was covered in their cum. Her small hands, with her wedding ring clearly visible, held two large semi erect cocks close to her eyes as their last discharges oozed over her eyes and lashes in extreme slow motion. Then she opened her lips. There's a laundry room down on the first floor. Sometimes the dryer works, sometimes it doesn't." I pointed out the dresser drawer full of sweats and jogging suits. I showered quickly and dressed. The bathroom smelled of jasmine, soap and steam and something else that made my nostrils flare and put steel in my cock. Maybe I was imagining things, but I was positive that I could smell my Mom's juices...her unique musk. My jeans felt extra snug and there was no way to hide the tell-tale bulge in.