Vanessa Johnson and her husband Greg had just arrived in Negril, Jamaica for their daughter's wedding that weekend. Vanessa or Mrs. J had been assisting her daughter, Jennifer, in handling details of the wedding for some time and wanted it to come off perfect. She and Greg had arrived two days earlier to allow Vanessa to meet with the hotel staff and restaurant caterers responsible for the event
As they checked into the hotel, her son Samuel came up and hugged his beautiful African-American mom along with Tom, the best man, and Akbar, his close friend and one of the groomsmen. Sam had joked about the "United Nations groomsmen" since Tom was White, Acbar was Arabian, and Mike, short for Michaelito, who was across the room, was Mexican. They all played football together and were excellent, muscular physical specimens of young malehood.
Vanessa noticed Tom and Akbar admiring her and felt good about the fact that two young men old enough to be her sons would find a 54-year old mother and soon to be grandmother, as Jennifer was pregnant, still appealing. Greg and Vanessa checked into their room and prepared for the whirlwind of activity over the next few days.
The all-inclusive resort was lovely. After they checked in, Vanessa came back downstairs to head across the street to the marina where the rehearsal dinner restaurant was located. She found the groomsmen in the lobby waiting to go out and jet-ski. They had gotten down a week before, as it was the last week of spring break, and it had been a wild one. A few of them were so drunk they could barely stand.
When they saw Vanessa come down, the groomsmen all said, "Hi Mrs. J.!" Vanessa acknowledged the young men, walking past them with a cheery smile and headed out the door.
As the studs half walked, half stumbled over to the poolside bar, they all turned to watch Vanessa's very attractive 54-year old fantastic 5'6" body, 38C-26-38, walk away from them. The hot housewife, mother and grandmother bore an uncanny resemblance to the actress Vanessa Williams and was a straight up MILF (Mother I'd Like to Fuck) for all the groomsmen.
Vanessa's café au lait colored skin complimented her sensual body in middle-age, with a stomach that was mostly flat with just a hint of a midriff bulge. Her large melons wonderfully encased and straining against the confines of the suit. Her gray sarong wrap clung to her shapely hips and buttocks, the Black woman's magnificent long legs on display for all to see, her beautifully manicured toes and feet encased in strapped 4" wedge sandals.
Lusty thoughts swelled their crotches as they all stared intently at Vanessa's large, firm tits as she walked over to the bar in a black bathing suit which was plunging and sheer across the cleavage leaving nothing to the imagination.
"Man, I been having fantasies about Sam's mom ever since the first year she brought him to school!" said Tom rubbing a large bulge.
"True dat!" said Akbar, his thick middle-eastern accent punctuating his lusty thoughts. "You can tell she enjoys the way we watched her ‘cuz she knew our eyes were glued to her big tits jiggling against her tight bra!"
Another groomsmen, Mike, said, "I don't mean to disrespect my man, Sam, but I think Mrs. J. is one hot and horny housewife."
Tom grinned. "Fellows, I think that, thanks to all the practice we've had on these drunken and drugged coeds this week, we're ready to up our game to the next level – Mrs. J.!"
The studs all looked at him to see if he was serious. Mrs. J. had been the source of all their fantasies. Sometimes they had got out of line and said something in front of Sam about his hot mom which would get them all yelled at. Yet and still, their lusts over the years soon overcame their hesitancy about offending Sam.
"We'd have to keep it a secret among the four of us – ALWAYS!" said Akbar. Then, with an evil smile, he asked, "What do you have in mind, Tom!"
The night of wedding dinner rehearsal, Vanessa flitted around from table to table ensuring that everyone was doing fine with plenty of food and drink. The hot MILF had a white linen dress with a halter top that plunged deeply, her full breasts on full display, turning the heads of most of the men there. The dress stopped just above the knee giving men an excellent view of her shapely legs and her feet were encased in white strappy dress pumps with 4" heels.
Her husband Greg was over at the bar with the rest of groomsmen. Tom and Akbar walked over to Greg and said, "Hi Mr. Johnson. Can we freshen up your drink?"
Greg smiled and said, "Thanks, fellows." What he didn't know was that the boys were adding a little chemical enhancement to his drinks. By the end of the night, Greg was stumbling over himself.
Vanessa came over, a concerned look on her face. Mike intercepted her and offered to take Greg up to their room so that she wouldn't have to leave her guests. Vanessa looks at Greg with a frustrated stare and gives Mike their room key and her full lips silently mouthed "Thank you."
"Anytime, Mrs. J.," responds Mike cheerfully. Turning to take Mr. Johnson up to his room, Mike winked at the groomsmen. From the drugs in his system, Greg would be out all night.
The dinner went on until 9:30pm with many of the wedding party a little tipsy and heading over to the resort's nightclub to continue partying. Tom walked over to Vanessa and said. "Mrs. J., can I help you with anything."
"No, Tom," said Vanessa cheerfully, "I've got everything under control. Go enjoy yourself with the others."
"Sorry, Mrs. J., Sam told me to make sure that, as the best man and his boy, I wait for you to finish up here and then to walk you over to the club. I follow the orders of my partner," said Tom. Actually, Sam did say exactly that, but he had no idea of what Tom and the groomsmen had in store for his mom.
Vanessa smiled, "Alright, Sam. Let me finish up here, settle the bill and you and I can be on our way to the club." As she turned to walk away, the stud licked his lips in admiration of how Vanessa's dress clung to her firm, shapely buttocks, as they moved in a fluid motion while she walked, like two beach balls trapped in a swirling pool. His cock hardened just thinking about how much fun he'd be having very soon!
While Vanessa settled the bill with the bartender, Wendell, who represented restaurant's management that night, Tom came over and asked if she wanted anything to drink. Vanessa said that she wanted a cherry Diet Coke. Tom quickly got her one, poured it in a glass and offered it to her.
The business took a little longer than normal, due to the fact that Tom and Wendell had talked earlier about Tom's scheme and, after seeing Vanessa, the bartender said that he would help for $50 and a turn between the mature woman's legs. He had done this type of thing before countless times and knew that Tom's plan would allow for everything to be kept a secret.
