" Maggie stated, as she scanned the crowd. Not the worst crowd, and the drinks they'd already obviously consumed were going to help their reception. S...e looked about and noticed one of the frat guys tapping his watch nearby. They were about ten minutes late starting already.About five minutes later they were ready. A rather drunk fraternity member walked up to the microphone, whacking it with his hand to get attention."Hey, Kill the stereo! Dude! YEAH YOU! OFF! NOT UP, OFF! Drunk asshole...". He kissed me messily, his tongue pushing perfectly against mine.“Good one, babe,” I whispered and bit at his bottom lip. He kissed me again, eager and wet, then his arm hooked me firmly against his side. I molded my curves to his body, breasts rubbing his chest. A glance down and I could see that he was hard, the fat length of his cock pressing against the fly of his jeans -- flushed with blood, excitement from his victory and the temptation of my cleavage.“We gonna play again?” Paul asked.I. In the back, naked Krysten, a slave collar and leash about her throat, grinned at me.“You made her cum hard!” Samantha said. I flushed, thinking she meant my mother until Samantha added, “Right, Genevieve? You exploded.”“Big time,” the cheerleader said as she grabbed her discarded skirt.It was nice to be praised, I couldn’t get what I did to my mother’s twat out of my mind. I felt dirty for crossing that line. I ate out the pussy that birthed me. I felt everything had changed between my mother. We talked a little before the previews and then just watched the movie. After we finished the popcorn, she took my hand and we held on for the rest of the movie. My hand was sweaty, Gina didn't seem to mind. I walked her back to her house. It didn't take long for Carrie to notice Gina and I together. She left me a note in my locker. Carrie wanted to know how serious it was. I honestly didn't know and replied saying 'not sure'. Carrie was not satisfied by my response. She called me over to her.