Sir Charles was just as I left him a couple hours before, however, his pants and underwear were at his ankles. He held a snifter of brandy and a cigar..., whose smoke curled around his face. He said something I couldn’t understand: I knew it was Greek but I hadn’t studied it since I was a boy and hadn’t kept up. A low contralto voice responded in the same language, and he gestured as he responded in kind, something about maintaining an ancient tradition. Another contralto response, and he spoke of. Our wedding was postponed three times, always caused by others. We made our engagement official in April, the day after dining at The Regal. Except for some college loans, I was debt free and had accumulated a small nest egg. From the day Millie's picture appeared in the local newspaper we received congratulations from friends and strangers, all except Tony Hawley. He couldn't fathom why his sister would want to spend the rest of her life with the likes of me.Our wedding was set for the last. Sally didn't have a choice. She reached over, her hand pushing into the band of his shorts, pulling them down as she pushed her hand in. His penis instantly slapped into her hand, her small fingers wrapping around it. It immediately began to twitch and jump. She looked up, her face turning red, his eyes watching her expression as she began to pump her hand up and down his sword like she was taught."You do well, Sally, such nice soft hands." He pushed his shorts down his legs, allowing her more. "AHHH!!!" I shouted feeling nothing like this before. Her tongue lapped at my shaft, her hands played with my balls. "Oh! OH! OH! MOOMMMYY!!!" I shouted as my balls tightened and my cum shot into her mouth. Everything was black after that. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------I woke up the next morning laying on the floor. My moms mouth was still around my cock. Everything was spinning. I looked down and froze. "M-Mom?".