Finally the great day arrived. Joanne and I made our ways up the aisleaccompanied by our supporters Uncle Penny and Auntie Beverly. Naturallyour gowns... matched and our respective supporters had also chosen suits ofidentical design but different colours to reflect their own genders,Auntie Bev was in a beautiful pink two piece while Uncle Jen matched herwith a pale blue mirror design. We stood at the altar in nervousanticipation until the organist struck up and we each turned to smile atour brides. The wind howled outside and from an open window flew a breeze chilling her. Or was it the person coming up behind her, she felt unusual. Was it the cold of the breeze, invisibly penetrating the fabric of her cloths, or was it the mans intentions towards her as she felt his attraction like a thundering train slowly moving towards her. She shuddered slightly as his hands rested on her shoulders and his fingertips brushed slightly against the side of her neck. His large mass began to move slowly. "Nice," I said softly and rolled my hips against his finger. "Did you see me on that chat show this morning?" I always watch when you're on television, Mum. You know that," he replied."I wore stockings without any knickers." You slut." He laughed and as I took my hands from his pockets, he removed his own hand from my pussy. He turned to take me into his arms. "Let's go to bed now, Mum." Why?" I asked teasingly. "We haven't finished the champagne yet."We kissed and I searched his mouth with my. I begin again in earnest, the kisses, the lascivious use of hands… not a football penalty here, the suckling and tonguing driving ever southward in search of the opening through which all of mankind has passed. There is an air of sweet, heady perfume as the portals of mankind spread open before me and I commence to devour its folds. The pace of things has quickened, a gasp then a long moan and her clamping thighs bury me in the pulsing folds. I lose track of time. Has my sojourn here been.