"Sorry Mom," he said. "I guess I just kind of exploded." Oh!" Madeline said again, and then she turned and left the kitchen, walking quickly and holdi...g her cum-laden hand away from her body.Still grinning, Gerald watched his mother as she went down the hall, her bottom wiggling as she went, the movement emphasized by the splotchy puddle of jism on the back of her skirt. Then he tucked his cock into his sweatpants and went to his bedroom.* * *A couple of hours later Madeline called out to. ”He glared at her and said, “A fine mother you are! On your daughter’s wedding day, you try to ensure that her groom is drained so dry, when your daughter’s exquisite body is revealed to him tonight, all the poor guy will be able to do is cry!”“Do you mean to tell me, Donald Whitfield, that I’ve got to take you... alone? I mean ... Good grief!” With that her playacting suddenly ended. Reaching out, she pulled him to her and melted her lips to his. It seemed like every kiss was even better than. She knew that in common with most boys his age, not only would he shoot his load too soon, he would, without guidance, leave his partner unfulfilled and frustrated. Jean was determined this was not going to be the case with her son.“Let's take care of that hard cock first shall we? Then you can pleasure me in ways all girls will like, and only then will that cock of yours find its home between my legs. It will be well worth waiting for, I can tell you that.”Jean doubted Rory had ever made a. I won't interfere again...unless you tell me to!”Then I heard the guys again...“Offer her 200 dollars for smelling her feet!”“Dude, come on. I asked her once!” He came back and asked again. “My friend will give you 200 dollars for letting me smell your feet!”This time Luis didn't say a word, but I could see he didn't like it. I was in a very good mood from drinking my ‘Pink’. I sat on the edge of the booth bench with my legs towards him, crossing one stockinged leg over the other. His eyes were.