I grew up best friends with a schoolmate, John. Though he was black and I'm Latino, we should have been brothers.
Last summer John called me to let me know he had gotten married in Vegas to his longtime girlfriend, Marie. She is a dark beauty with a body that could easily be in any male magazine that shows off beautiful women. On top of her looks Marie is smart, educated and a go getter.
John proceeded to tell me that they were planning a small ceremony to redo their vows in front of friends and family, followed by a dinner and reception. John asked me to be his best man. I accepted immediately.
He also told me that they had picked Vegas for the ceremony because Marie was from there.
When the 'wedding day' arrived everything went well and was well attended by a bunch of people. But one person there blew me away. Marie's mother, Gloria, was the most ravishing woman I have ever met. I was stunned by her perfect dark complexion, green eyes, and beauty. She was 5'5" tall with a figure to die for, 34 DD breasts, a narrow waist, round ass and gorgeous toned legs highlighted by 4" open toed stiletto heels and perfectly pedicured feet.
Upon meeting Gloria, I was tongue tied and awkward, but I noticed two things about her immediately: she wasn't wearing a wedding ring and she was unaccompanied.
As the evening wore on I found myself talking with Gloria and fetching her drinks or whatever she needed. At one point Gloria asked me, "Where's your date? I'm sure you don't want to spend your evening with an old woman like me."
With no forethought I said, "I'd rather be with you than anyone I know."
She smiled and said, "Flattery will get you.. ...everything." Then, looking me directly in the eye she ran her tongue across her full, marvelous lips. My dick, that had been hard from the moment I met her, suddenly got painfully harder.
Music that had been playing all evening suddenly slowed. I looked at Gloria and took her hand and led her to the dance floor. As we molded into each other's body, my rigid 7 inches of cock pressed into her stomach.
As we danced, Gloria told me the corniest joke that I had heard in a long time. She asked, "Is that a banana in your pants, or are you glad to be holding me?"
We both burst out laughing because it was such a bad joke. But, I answered by pulling her even tighter against me and said, "What do you think?"
"I think I want you between my legs."
That was the answer I was looking for. I asked, "Where are you staying this evening?"
