Wedding Planner, Mom’s Pussy

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Being a wedding planner is always hectic on the big day, but now that she was managing her son’s wedding, Olivia was in an absolute frenzy. She had three cups of coffee that morning and she needed every drop of caffeine.

Even in the early hours of the morning, her alert level was high-strung. She went from place to place, ensuring everything was ready. She gave last minute instructions to the photographers, the DJ, and made final inspections with the catering. She also made sure that early arrivals felt taken care of and welcomed.

Being the mother and the wedding planner was double duty.

But it’s what she lived for; her son and her career.

Olivia smiled when she saw her future in-laws arrive at the wedding. They were a respectable middle-aged Indian couple and the wife wore a lovely, traditional saree and jewelry.

They greeted each other warmly. At this point, they were already like family despite some language barriers. They made the usual small talk and reminisced as parents on a wedding day.

Although they were of different ethnicities and religions, they were all people of deep faith. They all had a steadfast view of the importance of a strong family and that was something they bonded over.

When other guests arrived, the father of the bride politely excused himself to greet arriving family members, while the wife purposely stayed behind for a moment.

“Life moves so fast,” Sarita said with a darling accent. “My beautiful daughter and your handsome son. I’m so excited.”

Olivia felt her heart warm. “I know how you feel. They’ve always been a cute couple. Can you believe how lucky we are?”

“Sometimes the universe has a funny way of working out.”

“Exactly,” Olivia replied with the kind of nod that mothers would understand amongst each other. “Speaking of which, I saw Joytika a few moments ago. She looks like she could be a Bollywood movie star.”

Sarita laughed. “I like her current job as a biologist better. It’s nice and safe. Also, I’m glad we have a moment alone. Can I ask you something?”

“Sure, anything.”

Sarita stepped closer. “My husband is incredibly old fashioned and wanted to speak with your son, but I said no. I said I’ll do the talking. You’ll have to forgive my husband. He’s extremely traditional and clings to the old ways of India.”

“Oh? What did he want to speak with my son about?”

Olivia wasn’t shocked by this conversation. Every so often their cultural differences would create minor issues which they’d have to work out. But she liked that. She enjoyed learning about new cultures and having different perspectives on life.

“My husband is strict about the wedding night,” Sarita said, whispering for the first time. “He’s adamant that your son Nick be a man and take charge. I think you know what I’m hinting at.”

Olivia nodded. “Believe me, I heard the same things growing up.”

“My deepest apologies for this topic. If I didn’t say something, then my husband was going to. Fathers in India, much like America, are very protective of their daughters. My husband just wants to make sure that our daughter becomes a woman in the proper way. Nothing short of that.”

Slowly but surely, Olivia understood the gravity of what this conversation was supposed to be about. Nothing was figurative. This conversation was literally about sex and the virginities of their adult offspring.

It was the last thing she expected to talk about that morning and it almost threw her off her game. But as a mother and a wedding planner, Olivia straightened up and kept herself composed.

“I’ll pass the message along,” Olivia smiled. “I’ll speak to my son about it soon.”

Sarita sighed with relief. “Please do. My husband is… shall we say… very anxious about tonight. He doesn’t want to hear that the wedding night was a disaster.”

By coincidence, the husband returned and called the wife to greet more of their arriving relatives. Sarita graciously excused herself.

There was now a new mission. Olivia’s mom-side was more domineering than her career-driven side. She had to make sure that tonight was a success, or risk the wrath of a disappointed father-in-law. More importantly, she didn’t want her son to look like a wimp to their extended family.

She knew how much her son loved Joytika. And she knew how much Joytika loved her son.

Tonight had to be magical. Her duty as a mother depended on it.

***

After checking in with catering and the photographers, Olivia was able to carve a moment out of her busy schedule to hunt down her son.

The wedding was set to begin in a few hours, which was her prime time. Sure, this conversation could have waited, but she was neurotic about certain things, and her son’s happiness was one of them.

After texting a bit, she found that her son was upstairs in his private suite, getting ready and hanging out with friends. So she took the elevator up to her son’s location, thinking to herself about how she’d approach this. She still didn’t manavgat escort have a plan

Making matters more complex (in a good way) was that she was 90% certain that her son was still a virgin, per their Christian beliefs. It was something that made her so proud as a mother and now it was time for the endgame.

She had a keycard to her son’s room and she let herself in. Several of her son’s friends were there, who all greeted her nicely, and she greeted them back. This wasn’t a place to talk about sex. Especially since many of these young men were Nick’s friends from church.

“Hey mom,” Nick said, looking fresh in a nice suit. “We’re already prepared if that’s what you’re worried about.”

A part of her wanted to laugh. If only things were that simple…

“I’d like to discuss something with you. We’ll need a quick chat in private.”

“Sure,” he said. “We can use the bedroom.”

“Actually, let’s use the honeymoon suite,” she insisted. “It’ll be super quick. I promise.”

She lovingly grabbed Nick by the wrist and pulled him out of the suite before he could react.

Marching her son down the hall, she took him to the honeymoon suite. She swiped the keycard and they entered the room which was supposed to be for Nick and his beautiful bride.

There were roses on the bed and candles waiting to be lit. The atmosphere was designed to be a romantic night for the bride and groom to lose their virginities together.

There was also a silk robe laying on the couch, along with hotel slippers on the floor. Joytika must have been in here for a visit, Olivia thought, as the bride was the only other person who had the keycard to this room.

Her eyes shifted to the clock. Striking a balance between being a good mother and a punctual wedding planner was tougher than it seemed. She forged ahead with her maternal duty.

“I’ll get straight to the point,” Olivia said with as much force as she could muster. “I spoke with Joytika’s parents earlier.”

She could see the confusion on Nick’s face, wondering if this was good or bad. With her frank tone, she could understand why she had accidentally created the uncertainty on her son’s mind.

“Yes, is everything okay?” he asked innocently.

“You’re not in trouble. Actually, this might be an enlightening topic for you. Who knows, you might even thank me.”

It may have been all that coffee she had, but Olivia’s mind was working in mysterious ways.

Slowly but surely, an infectious thought crept into her mind and refused to leave. It was a way that she could solve all her problems at once; teaching her son about sex, helping him become a man, and saving time so she could return to her duties with the wedding.

It was also an idea that was bringing out the devil in her. Her son was a talented young man. She had always been proud of him. And her son had a great personality along with many other attractive qualities in a man.

And then there was Nick’s purity. The prized possession. Something she had instilled in her son since puberty. It was almost like a gift for Nick, something for him to explore on his eventual wedding night.

For all these years, the thought of teaching him about sexual intimacy had never crossed her mind. Now she was on the cusp of helping Nick unwrap the ‘gift’ of celibacy, all for the sake of giving him a happy life.

It was making her pussy clench to think about.

“I think I know what this is about,” Nick said shyly, but with a wry, uncomfortable smile.

Olivia lifted an eyebrow. “You do?”

“Does it have to do with Joytika’s father? As in, you know, that thing…”

“Ah, so you’ve had that chat with them.”

“No way. Joytika told me about certain expectations they have. I think it’s kind of interesting in a way.”

“Of course you do,” Olivia replied with a light smile. “You’ll no longer be my virgin son. Soon you’ll be experienced with lady-parts and the joys of passion.”

For any typical mother/son, a conversation like this would have been death by humiliation. But they were close as can be. Not only did they have the same sense of humor, but they were also bound by the same religious duties and moral compass.

“Well, that too,” he playfully shrugged.

Olivia paused with great hesitation. “I’m curious, how comfortable are you with intimacy?”

She noticed a sudden shift in cues from her son’s body language. The playfulness was gone. Things were getting serious and this was more awkward than she had expected.

Nick shrugged again. “I don’t know. Normal, I guess.”

“Apparently your relationship with your new father-in-law depends on this.”

Her loving smile broke the ice and they tried to be calm. She felt a little guilty for asking, but this was her solemn duty. As a blush covered her son’s cheeks, Olivia felt she was making new grounds and that this would probably be over soon.

“Well, we’ve obviously kissed before,” he said softly. “We’ve touched manavgat escort bayan each other over our clothes. That’s about it.”

She rubbed her hand across her son’s cheek, signaling that it would be okay for them to talk more about this, that this was a private and honest conversation. It worked and she could tell her son was more at ease.

“Anything else?” she asked tenderly.

“That’s all. Promise. We just want to wait until we were married to do more.”

Olivia wondered how much of that was true. Smiling at her son, she couldn’t help but think about his late father; he too had a soft demeanor, that was until the bedroom door closed. She wondered if her son had inherited the same sexual tendencies.

“That’s a fine start,” she said. “I’m sure that once you two get some practice and communicate openly and honestly with each other, you’ll find the right rhythm that works.”

“I hope so.”

There was a timid smile on Nick’s face. Olivia had seen it a thousand times while he was growing up. She knew her son had a question, but was too embarrassed to ask.

“Come on, let it out,” she said, then jokingly poked her son’s rib. “I know you’ve got something you want to ask.”

He giggled at the ticklish poke. “Alright, but only because you’re asking. I’m kind of freaked out to pull Joytika’s panties down.”

“Oh?” she giggled back.

He blushed. “Hey, you asked.”

“What are you afraid of?”

“Well, you know, we’ve talked about it. Joytika kind of hinted that it’s a scary thing for a lot of women. I told you, we’ve never done anything before. I can understand if she’s shy with her vagina.”

“First of all,” Olivia said in her motherly tone. “We’re not in church. You don’t have to call it a vagina. Call it a pussy.”

Nick smiled, feeling liberated. “Fine, her pussy.”

“Good. Secondly, a woman’s pussy is your best friend if you treat it right. That’s what Joytika is expecting tonight. And, apparently, so are her parents.”

She pondered a moment, trying to take a professional approach to this, despite her own unintentional arousal at the situation.

In a split second, she found the perfect solution. It may have been the result of her accidental horniness, but it seemed like the best idea in the context of their dilemma.

After taking a quick breath, she lifted the hem of her knee-length dress and flashed her white panties to her son. Nick gasped and his jaw dropped.

“Let’s practice,” she said, hoping she had made the right decision as she displayed her panties.

He gulped deeply. “Mom? What are you doing?”

“We don’t have much time and there’s work to do. Imagine how Joytika would feel if she saw you frozen like this. Women like confident and assertive men. The way you’re acting will make your beautiful bride turn dry.”

Wanting to get the job done and throwing caution to the wind, she threw an arm around her son’s neck and pulled him near. Their lips were close. Nick knew what was coming.

“Okay, you’re right,” he gulped again.

“Now, I’m going to kiss you. If done correctly, it’ll make a woman’s pussy turn wet. The kiss must be passionate, so open your mouth slightly, then as we kiss, you need to slip your fingers beneath my panties. Hook your thumbs inside and pull my panties down. Make it feel sexy. Now let’s try it.”

She pulled her son again, this time pressing her lips against Nick’s. First it was a light touch which made both of them tingle. Then she pressed her lips harder against her son’s and she felt Nick’s mouth open and she slipped her tongue inside. She slowly probed, waiting for his response, then their tongues danced upon coming into a wet contact.

As much as she tried to convince herself that this was her parental duty, she couldn’t deny that her pussy was clenching and aching with desire. This was a sexual act and she was certain her son was feeling the same thing.

While making out with her son, she felt Nick’s fingers do exactly as instructed by hooking inside her panties, and as if by magic, she felt her panties effectively glide down her thighs, falling to her ankles.

She pulled back and looked her son deeply in the eyes. Their lips were still wet with saliva and their minds were still in a sensual daze.

“There, you did so good!” she beamed, pulling her dress down so her pussy wouldn’t show.

At first, Olivia saw how pleased her son was over his achievement of successfully making out with mom and sliding those panties down. But then she noticed a slight concern on her son’s face, or maybe it was something else?

“There’s one other problem,” Nick stated, building towards something. “I have no idea how to please a woman.”

She raised a skeptical eyebrow. “You’ve never watched porn?”

“No way. Of course not.”

That part was definitely a fib. Olivia could tell. But after a lifetime of honesty, she could let this little fib slide. Especially on her son’s wedding day.

It was escort manavgat clear what Nick wanted. He wanted to see and/or play with mom’s pussy. Olivia could almost feel her son breathing a little heavier, a little faster. She was breathing much the same way. Her pussy was wetter. Was her son semi-erect? She wondered.

She should have just given a verbal explanation. But this was her son’s special day. And for the sake of keeping Joytika’s parents happy, why not take the extra step?

Kicking away the panties puddled at her feet, she stepped back and sat on the neatly made bed. She reached down to remove her heels, placing her bare feet on the floor. This was something that had to be done right.

Finally, she sat upright with her legs spread, then she pulled the hem of her dress all the way, revealing the now glistening lips of her bare pubis and the pursed lips of her labia.

Using the tip of her index finger, she slid it along the slit and clitoris of her sex.

“This is what your mother’s pussy looks like,” she said in a matter-of-fact manner. “What else would you like? A tutorial? Would that help you with Joytika tonight?”

It was sort of a rhetorical question, and in a way, she was calling her son’s bluff. Her plan backfired.

“Do you mind if I look closer?” he asked the way a true virgin would ask an exposed woman.

“This is your only chance, okay? Get on your knees and I’ll explain everything to you.”

“Yes, mom.”

Being called ‘mom’ in a moment like this felt extremely inappropriate, but it’s what they both wanted. She wondered if her son would see the pulsing inside of her pussy, or notice her sex becoming wetter by the second.

“This is a woman’s pussy,” Olivia bashfully explained. “Unlike the depiction in porn, the average woman needs to be treated with care. Since your bride is a virgin, the level of care that you’ll need must be a 10 out of 10. It must be special. Something she’ll always remember and cherish for the rest of her life.”

She watched her son’s gawking expression. As expected, her son couldn’t peel his eyes away. This was mesmerizing to him.

From that point, Olivia explained how a woman becomes wet when aroused, and how gentle touching and petting of her pussy, kissing and fondling of her breasts and nipples helps get a woman ready to accept a man’s penis for sexual intercourse.

Throughout the pussy demonstration, she got the distinct impression that her son knew this already. After all, in the year 2019, sex and adult activities are common knowledge, especially because of the internet. This was just her son wanting a free close up at her pussy.

She played along with her son’s interest, spreading her lips wide, letting her son peek inside of her dripping cunt. She even stroked her labia and poked at her clitoris for Nick’s viewing pleasure.

At first, her descriptions were quite clinical, but then Olivia just couldn’t help herself. It was almost like she was being possessed by forces not-condoned by her religion.

“Go ahead, touch it,” she said, shocked at her own words. “Slide your fingers inside my silky folds, massage my clitoris, tease me anyway you can.”

Olivia tried to rationalize what was happening, but soon she was arching her back as she moaned to Nick’s touch. She could hardly bring herself to look at her son playing with her pussy. It almost felt sick and depraved, yet so natural and normal.

She gave little suggestions here and there, but her son was so adept at pussy-play that Olivia wondered if she was a fool for thinking her son to be an entry-level pussy novice. Had Nick and Joytika been doing more than just touching and kissing? She wondered.

Her orgasm neared and she wondered if she should stop this. Cumming on her son’s fingers? Unthinkable. But the idea seemed so incredibly irresistible at the same time.

It was when she looked down and saw the bulge in her son’s pants that her mind went to deep waters.

“It’s okay to undo your pants,” she offered while her pussy was being carefully tended to. “This will be your last lesson so you’ll feel comfortable exposing yourself to Joytika, since you’ve never gone this far before.”

Nick looked surprised, with his fingers still on her pussy.

“Are you sure?” he asked. “Would that be too weird for you?”

“It’ll absolutely be weird. But I want you to have experience.”

He blushed. “I’m kind of… umm… aroused down there.”

“That’s the point. You should have experience showing your erection to a woman, otherwise your nerves will make you turn flaccid.”

He slowly moved his hands to his belt buckle. “It makes sense.”

Olivia watched the fingers of her son, undoing that belt, pulling that zipper down, and freeing a semi-erect phallus, which immediately turned hard upon exposure.

Sure, he flinched a little when his dick was freed, but Nick seemed way too calm exposing himself to his mother. Olivia wondered if she had either been tricked by her partially experienced son, or that her son was just overly excited about sex the way his father was.

“It’s very nice looking,” she said, licking her lips. “You’re a healthy young male and Joytika will be thrilled, assuming she’s never seen it before.”

Her last line was a tease, trying her best to figure out if her son had more experience than he was letting on.

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