Wedding Planner Mom S Pussy

Being a wedding planner is always hectic, but managing her son's wedding sent Olivia into an absolute frenzy. With two cups of coffee fueling her, she navigated the morning hours with high-strung alertness. From coordinating photographers to giving last-minute instructions to the DJ and conducting final inspections with the catering, she left no detail unchecked.

Being the mother and the wedding planner was double duty.

It's what she lived for; her son and her career.

With a warm smile, Olivia welcomed her future in-laws as they arrived. The respectable middle-aged Indian couple exuded elegance, the wife adorned in a beautiful traditional saree and jewelry. Despite some language barriers, they made small talk and reminisced as parents would on a wedding day.

When other guests arrived, the father of the bride politely excused himself to greet other family members, while the wife 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. "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. Nice and safe. Also, I'm glad we have a moment alone. Can I ask a favor?"

"Sure, anything."

Sarita stepped closer. "My husband is incredibly old fashioned and wanted to speak with your son, but 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?"

"My husband is strict about the wedding night," Sarita said. "He's adamant that your son Nick be a man and take charge. You must be aware of 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, my husband was going to. Fathers in India, much like America, are very protective of their daughters. My husband wants to make sure that our daughter becomes a woman in the proper way. Nothing short of that."

Olivia understood the gravity of what this conversation was 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 composed.

"I'll pass the message along," Olivia said. "I'll speak to my son about it soon."

"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 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 prime time. Sure, this conversation could have waited, but she was neurotic about certain things, and her son's status 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 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 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 new suit. "We're already prepared if that's what you're worried about."

"I'm glad to see it, but there's something else I want to discuss 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. It'll be super quick. I promise."

She held 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. "I spoke with Joytika's parents earlier."

"Yes, is everything okay?" he asked.

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

"I think I know what this is about," Nick said.

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. You'll no longer be my virgin son. Soon you'll be experienced with lady parts and the joys of passion."

"Well, that too."

Olivia paused with great hesitation. "I'm curious, how comfortable are you with intimacy?"

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

Nick shrugged. "I don't know. Normal, I guess."

"Apparently your relationship with your new father-in-law depends on this. Have you done anything with Joytika yet?"

"Well, we've obviously kissed before," he said. "We've touched 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 her son was put at ease. A mother's touch always works.

"Anything else?" she asked.

"That's all. Promise. We're waiting until marriage 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 those 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 a 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. "I know you've got something you want to ask."

"Alright, but only because you're asking. I'm nervous to pull Joytika's panties down."

"Oh?"

He blushed. "Hey, you asked."

"That's true. So what are you afraid of? Anything in particular?"

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

Her son's innocence was endearing, though Olivia wondered if she had done too much raising her son, that she had taken away her son's masculine qualities. Despite her momentary concern, Olivia couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement at the prospect of educating her son on these matters. It was life coming full circle. And it made her tingle down there.

"First of all," Olivia said. "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. Second, 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 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 a bit," she said.

He gulped. "Are you sure?"

"Relax, it's just a crash course and we're short on time. 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 almost touched. Nick knew what was coming.

"Okay, you're right," he said.

"Now, I'm going to kiss you. If done correctly, it'll make a woman's pussy 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. Let's try it."

She pulled her son again, this time pressing her lips against Nick's for 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 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 glide down her thighs, falling to her ankles.

She stepped back and looked her son in the eyes, pulling her dress down so her pussy would be covered. Their lips were still wet with saliva and their minds were still in a sensual daze.

"There, you did so good," she said.

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 said. "I have no idea how to please a woman."

She raised an eyebrow. "You've never watched porn?"

"No way. Of course not."

That part was definitely a fib. Olivia could read her son's expressions and she's aware of how young men are, even religious young men in the modern era. But after a lifetime of giving her honesty, she could let this little fib slide on her son's wedding day.

It was clear what Nick wanted. He wanted to see or play with mom's pussy. Olivia could almost feel her son breathing heavier. She was breathing 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? There's only one wedding night and it must be special.

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 and letting her toes dig into the carpet. This was something that had to be done right.

She sat upright with her legs spread, then she pulled the hem of her dress all the way, revealing the glistening lips of her labia. Using the tip of her index finger, she slid along the slit and clitoris.

"This is what your mother's pussy looks like," she said. "What else would you like? A tutorial? Would that help you with Joytika tonight?"

It was a rhetorical question, and in a way, she was calling her son's bluff. What mattered most was giving Nick a first look at a woman's pussy to avoid typical nerves on a wedding night. Surely her son would only desire Joytika's pussy and not that of a mother. Her plan backfired.

"Do you mind if I look closer?" he asked.

"Is that necessary?"

"Yeah, I think so. I've never seen it so close."

"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 all part of the education. She wondered if this was how it was done hundreds of years ago. 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 said. "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, Nick couldn't peel his eyes away. This was mesmerizing to him. From that point, Olivia explained how a woman becomes wet from arousal and gentle touching. She also explained how kissing and fondling of breasts and nipples helps get a woman ready to accept a man's penis for sexual intercourse.

Throughout the explicit pussy demonstration, she couldn't shake the feeling that her son was far more aware than leading on. It was like he had already ventured into the depths of knowledge on this subject, which made her feel like a complete fool, giving her son 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. "Slide your fingers inside my silky folds, massage my clitoris, tease me."

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 felt sick and depraved, yet so natural.

She gave little suggestions here and there, but her son was so adept at pussy-play that Olivia realized she was likely conned for thinking her son was an entry-level pussy novice. All this time, 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 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 said. "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 a base level of experience."

He blushed. "I'm kind of... umm... aroused down there."

"That's the point. You should be at ease showing your erection to a woman, otherwise your nerves will make you turn flaccid."

He moved his hands to his belt buckle. "It makes sense."

Olivia watched her son undo the belt, pulling that zipper down, and freeing a semi-erect dick, which immediately turned hard upon exposure. Her eyes marveled at the forbidden. An adult penis of a son is something a mother shouldn't be seeing.

"It's very nice looking," she said. "You're a healthy young male and Joytika will be thrilled, assuming she's never seen it before."

Her last line was a tease, gauging if her son had more experience than letting on. She watched closely for any hint of a reaction, a subtle smirk or a flicker in his eyes that would give away his hidden understanding. Deep down, she wanted to unravel the mystery of why Nick wanted to do more with his mother.

"I swear I'm a virgin," he insisted. "She's never seen me, and I've never seen her."

Those words made Olivia fill with pride. Whether it was true or not, she wanted to give her son an extra treat. Maybe she deserved a treat, too? She had given her son the gift of virginity on a wedding night, and maybe she was entitled to a part of that.

She beckoned him closer and slid her hand loosely around the erection, which instantly responded. The skin was so soft and silky smooth, yet the muscle ached so bad. Rubbing her fingers around it, she could feel an abundance of precum at the tip. They both moaned.

She used her other hand and held her son's balls and caressed them.

"I'm a little concerned," she said. "Your testicles feel heavy and you might cum too quickly. You feel... pent up."

"Oh? What should we do?"

"Maybe you should have some experience feeling your penis inside of a woman. If you're too nervous, you'll become soft for Joytika. Too excited, and you'll cum too quickly. Either way, Joytika won't enjoy it."

His face tensed. "I'm assuming you're talking about experience with your vagina... I mean, pussy."

"Yes, my pussy. Go ahead. Give it a try. Just the tip, okay?"

"Okay mom, just the tip."

She was anxious and the pretense was still mostly about education. She laid down and her hair splayed across the bed. She opened her legs wide and trusted that her son would do the right things, if not she'd have to teach him.

It was unusual seeing her son positioning himself on top of her with curious and lustful eyes, but Olivia was a woman on a mission. She had come this far and it was time for her son to become a man. As much as she wanted to, she couldn't look. It was far too awkward. But her pussy knew what it wanted.

She and Nick worked together with busy hands to guide the tip of that throbbing dick into her needy pussy. It slid right in because of how wet she was and how open she was spread. Inch by inch the dick penetrated her pussy, which was more length than they'd agreed, and she felt Nick pause at the wonderful feeling.

"This is important," she said. "Most women want a man to take control. Show Joytika that you're in charge. Sometimes it can be a slow process. You'll have to give it enough time. Use your instincts when dealing with a pussy. Then when a woman shows you the right body signals, that's when you need to be more assertive."

"I can read your signals," he said.

Olivia knew what her son was talking about. Her breathing was rapid and her body squirmed from the deep penetration. Having her son inside made her pussy clench, along with secreting more of her flavorful nectar, which she was certain Nick could feel around his cock.