I lifted my finger up to my nose to smell of it and Cindy giggled. I watched her slip her fingers down into her bikini bottom, finger herself, and the... raise those two fingers up to my nose.Cindy whispered in my ear, “I thought that you would like to smell me now that I’ve had an orgasm. I know that I smell and taste different then.”I asked, “Can I taste you?”Cindy slipped her two fingers into my mouth. Then she said, “If you want to compare my taste to Donna and Miss Jones I can arrange it.”I. Everything about her groom had been too ridiculous, too outrageous to take seriously, but the sensation of her erect nipples invaded, tainted, desecrated made the reality of the vows crash down on her like a rock through a window or a ring through a nipple.She was still staring at her linked nips in horror when a tug made every muscle in her body spasm and lock. A fresh gasp escaped her lungs as she levitated like an angel, an angel being lifted by the ring of her freshly pierced tits,. Her big beautiful breasts, which fed me when I was a kid, were now pressing against my chest. Her cute face was placed against mine and her lips kissing mine. My big tool was between her thighs in a tight grip. She was smiling at me.“I am so lucky mom,” I said.“Mm..” she responded.“I will be the first son to get his mom’s pussy,” I said.“Don’t be so sure,” she said. “There are many other mothers who get fucked by their sons,” she said.“I see. I should have tried it long back” I said showing my. Mary realized she needed to clear any evidence of Hunter including turning his picture around backwards feeling her current adventure far more stimulating than giving a teenage boy an occasional hand job.After clearing her mind of Hunter, Mary stripped naked and rummaged through her closet at the meager collection of garments. She didn't like any of the outfits to begin with and wearing any of them to meet the hunk next door would surely make a terrible first impression. Oddly she was inspired.