"I love you Jill." You are coming back to us Tommy, aren't you?" was the question she asked me as we kissed in the doorway of her flat before leaving ...or the wedding."Yes" I said simply, but in fact I really didn't know whether I was or not.Mum looked absolutely stunning in the white satin dress, cut to perfection, it clung to her lovely figure, accentuating her breasts and emphasising the curves of her sexy little bottom.I stood next to Jill of course throughout the thankfully brief ceremony. There was love and adoration there. It made me feel proud and wanted. But rising behind the love, grabbing it and taking it higher was a rush of lust. I felt his lust and he felt mine. Our mutual lusts fed upon each other, not diminishing them but making them greater. Love and lust, intermingled and indistinguishable, made us reach for each other, at first softly and romantically, but then with increasing urgency. I wanted him inside me. I needed to feel that gorgeous cock buried deeply within. I forced my cock deep into her sucking mouth causing her to gag for a moment.“Ahhhhhhhhhhhh…!”Then I eased my cock and drew it backward. Relaxed, she groped the base and took the remaining length inside her mouth.Momma reached below the jutting cock-shaft and cupped my pendulous balls in her hand, caressing and squeezing them as she suck on my cock.“Lick my balls… mommamm I grunted. “Take them in your mouth.”She obliged me by taking one of my balls inside her mouth and sucking it hard letting. The first eight years of our marriage we lived in a tiny rental trailer in a run down, crime infested trailer park.“We don’t judge people by how much money they have. I’ve talked to your mother on the phone and I like her. She sounds like a lot of fun. I’m looking forward to this afternoon. As long as I don’t hear gun shots all afternoon I’ll be just fine.”Kala laughed self consciously. She’s still blushing. She said, “I’m sorry. I just ... I love my parents and I’m proud of them. But I don’t.