On this special day, a bride and her mother each indulge in a little lesbian sex to make it even more memorable.
The Mom
My only daughter was getting married in just three hours. My husband and I are delighted that she chose to marry at home, on our large country estate, in a rather large but dignified ceremony. My bath behind me, my husband and daughter sneaking naps, I came downstairs in only a dressing gown to survey the completed preparations. Maids were flitting about making sure the house itself was in perfect order. Everything looked beautiful. I thought I heard a sound in our walk-in pantry just off the kitchen and went to investigate.
The young caterer that we hired was putting away a few of the supplies she and her crew would need later when serving. When I say young, I mean 27 years old and running her own business. I'm a firm believer of supporting small businesses operated by women. I, myself, was one of them. This young woman, on top of being well-spoken of by clients, was stunningly beautiful. She had dark green eyes, milk white skin, thick, curly red hair to her shoulders, and naturally full, red lips. She was wearing the uniform of her staff--black tuxedo pants with a matching fitted vest and a snow white long-sleeved shirt with a red necktie. In that man's attire, it was still easy to make out her womanly curves.
"I heard a noise. Did something fall? " I said as I approached her.
"I'm sorry, Mrs. St. John. I thought you went upstairs." She smiled.
"I'm just down for a last look around before I start dressing. I just want everything to be perfect for my baby."
"It will be. I'm certain of it. I'm all done for the moment, ma'am. Are you okay?" She got a sudden tense look on her face. "Come on, I've got the solution for that. Sit down here," she said pulling out a chair.
"Well...I don't know..."
"It's okay, Mrs. St. John. I'm very good at this. I'll have you purring in no time," she said easing me down. She stood behind rubbing the tension from my shoulders and neck. It felt wonderful. My head dropped back touching her waist. She kept rubbing until I realized her hands had slipped into my robe and were messaging my breasts.
"Shhh," I said quietly as she started to protest. I have had the hots for this lady from day one. "I'm very good at this, too. By the way, I saw your daughter this morning. She is gorgeous. She is so much like you, the two of you could be sisters," she crooned as she rubbed my globes and squeezed my nipples. "Your breasts are magnificent."
"Thank you, Laurel. Many people have told me that." My pussy was beginning to moisten as I realized what else this could lead to. I went to a women's college. I heard what they did with each other in the night. Did I really want Laurel to fuck me here in my own pantry?