Waiters attended to serving the guests, as well as the bridal party per se. The guests, I was certain, were all big wigs in business or politicians or...other “fancy-dancys” seated at well-appointed tables around the largish dining hall.I had occasion to talk to nobody apart from the other groomsmen before the wedding. I was, as it turned out, indeed pressed into usher service even though I had not been part of the rehearsal the Thursday before the big event.The dancing music began to play after. They were saying with all the black folk moving into area, they gonna have to start taking a few new friends over to Harolds to fuck that white cunt, he dosent think Harold will mind, he lugs seeing blk cocks filling her holes and the way she likes to eat blk cum, she will be full everyday both laughing. Then Billy said he talked to James the other night, boy wanted to know if I thought Mille would like to give blow jobs to several blk guy on team, Billy told him he will ask. Saturday dragged. My technique was simple. Go to the part of the library that had books on lasers. Dress in tight jeans, a button down shirt with two to many buttons loose and a bra with padding that made my boobs look big. Pick the guy with the thickest glasses and tell him that professor so-and-so wanted me to build a laser that would cut through steel. Ask if he knew anything about lasers.The technique had worked previous nights for other questions and soon pretty soon I had a round table discussion group. It took me about a minute to realize that I was still staring at my mother, instead of doing what I’d dreamed of doing for years.“Spread your legs,” I breathlessly commanded.She obeyed.“Make sure you’re nice and wet for me,” I whispered.She obeyed.“Grab...”I swallowed. My throat was suddenly incredibly dry.“Grab ... grab my cock.”My mother obeyed.“Move it between your legs.”She obeyed.I leaned forward. My mouth was inches from my mother’s.I kissed her.She kissed me back.“Move your panties.