Mom: Oh yes, I know that.Me: We can get married that time, there will be enough time for it.Mom: Yes, that would do.Me: Then start preparing for your ...wedding now mom.Mom: Can’t wait beta.I bent down, spread moms leg, went inside her saree and started licking her pussy, she started moaning again, grabbing my hairs. Few minutes later,i looked up to see ahand grabbing mom’s boos, it was Rajan, he came back from bathroom, he was kissing mom deeply. I told Rajan.Me: Hey guess what, our wedding is. “True, and not ashamed in the least.”The theatre was a majestic old downtown vaudeville house from the 1920s that, like most others, had fallen on hard times. It was hanging on by its fingernails by riding the short-lived phenomena of when porn went quasi-mainstream.The girls got ready. They were both wearing Daisy Dukes. Tricia wore a tight white ringer T-shirt. Kelly wore her close to obscene white tube top. You could make out both of their areolae through the fabric. Their nipples were hard. Jennie’s breathing deepened, and she felt desire returning. She wanted to fuck Mike! Her hips moved rhythmically as her mom matched the motions with her nails touching the shaft of his now hardening dick and her vulva. The erotic sensations and knowledge of her mom doing this were overpowering. She was bucking Mike as much as she could, wanting him.Jennie focused on Mike’s face and mouth, wet with her sex. She laid down on him fully and kissed him as she continued rocking her hips and her mom’s. ‘I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have called..’ ‘Rupert, wait! I’m glad you did. I live a ways away from L.A. and I can’t get too far but if you’re willing to come to me…’ ‘Right. I have your address on the envelope. This isn’t something I normally do, I don’t want you to think that. New experiences, like you said.’ ‘Call when you’re close.’ When they hung up there were tears in her eyes. She couldn’t believe Rupert Grint had just called her on the phone. She couldn’t believe she was about to go.