Our favorite little pervert Travis takes advantage of
one of his mother’s friends after she has a little too
much to drink at a wedding.

Only Travis would attend a wedding ceremony of two
people he hardly knew with a pocket full of condoms.
There was no logic behind it, but as Travis would
always say, “I’m a proud supporter of safe sex.”

Actually the gleeful bride and groom’s identities were
best known to Travis’s mother, Carol, who was surprised
when she received an invitation at the office from her
former best friend, Tammy.

Tammy really had it in for Carol dating back about two
years when she caught her giving head to her college
graduate son, Robbie, in the garage during a 4th of
July barbecue. Needless to say fireworks of all sorts
went off that year! Carol, who was depressed about her
recent divorce with Travis’s father at the time, tried
desperately to apologize to Tammy and blamed her
irresponsible actions on the wine and “not having a man
for so long.” Tammy, who went through weeks of hypnotic
therapy to get THAT image out of her head, founded and
managed the unauthorized “Carol, The Office Slut”
campaign around the workplace. She refused to ever talk
to Carol again, but let her frustrations out on
indecent doodles and anti-Carol memos that were
decorated on every cubicle wall standing on the 4th
floor. This silent and intense hatred existed for two
years, until now.

Now Tammy seemed to be too excited that her fat
daughter was finally getting a man and leaving the
house to care who attended the party. Carol, who wisely
chose not to wear her usual revealing outfits to work
for two years, even saw a soft look of tranquility,
maybe even forgiveness, in Tammy’s eyes when her
chocolate-dipped pupils met hers.

“Please do come, Carol,” she said in her hushed voice.
For some reason, Tammy always had a hushed voice after
her long-term anger period. “I really do want you to be
there. I know things haven’t been the same between us,
but I really do miss you. You need to see the house
anyway, and Walter, and the family. It’s been really
long and I’ve been in a bad place for too TOO long. But
now I’m in my happy place. And I want you to be there.
You and Travis.”

Carol, moved to solid tears, gushed and squealed, “Oh,
of course I’ll come. If you have me. Does this mean you
forgive me?”

“Oh sure, besides it was so long ago I can hardly
remember what the big deal was.” No one in the
workplace cared to remind her.

Travis chose to wear the snazzy navy blue shirt and
silver tie he wore for his senior pictures. He was only
seventeen, but he felt he could pull off twenty easily
with his sophisticated clothes and the killer
combination of his charming smile and sensual hazel nut
eyes. His moustache, which he had been working on for a
whole year, could pass as an older gentleman forgetting
to shave his upper lip for two (maybe three) weeks. He
was delighted to find the only pair of matching pants
made his ass look like a ripe juicy apple. And, of
course, there were the condoms. A last minute decision
with absolutely know right or reason to it. Yet when
Travis woke up this Sunday morning, he had a spiritual
feeling evade him and it told him that he would need
them.

Carol came into his room dressed in a decent, lacy
black dress with violet tulips. The blackness of the
dress matched the dark roots hidden under saucy red
auburn hair and the violet tulips matched the hint of
purple in Carol’s make-up, fingernail polish, and fake
contact lenses. Carol didn’t let the fact that she was
45 get in the way of her trying out for Esquire
magazine. She had a fit, mature, toned body with a nice
dark tan and swaying hips. Her cleavage tentatively
peeked our from above. She didn’t want to show off her
impressive boobs at Tammy’s party, but at the same time
— she was SINGLE!!!

“Don’t you look sharp,” she purred, swinging Travis
around to take a good look at her little man. “All the
girls will be begging to dance with you, I’m sure.”
Travis shrugged with a hey-what-can-I-say?-I’m-a-stud
expression on his face and took an eye-full of his
mother. “And you look……wow.” Carol grinned
delighted, “Really?”

“Mom, as your son, I shouldn’t allow you to leave the
house with that dress on.”

“Well as your mother I have the right to ignore any
orders you give to me!”

“Seriously mom, you look HOT.”

“Yeah, well, that’s the Sicilian part of the family.
All the women in Sicily look absolutely gorgeous.”

“Really? You need to let me know when we plan to
travel there to discover our roots.”

“Okay smarty, let’s go.” Carol ordered as she led the
way to her car and simultaneously searching for the
keys to the Camry through her vinyl purse. ” The
ceremony happens in half an hour!”

“Jesus! Look at the ass on you!”

“Watch it, Trav. Any remarks like that at Tammy’s
house and you’re in big trouble, buster.”

Tammy’s house, which was a quaint little suburban
home, stood on the other side of town, which meant
Travis would have to spend at least a good twenty
minutes of suffering while the radio dial stayed
strictly on Adult Contemporary Soft Rock, the lowest
form of music on the planet (or, at least, Travis’s
planet). But Travis could easily escape the mating call
of Michael Bolton as he looked out his window and
fantasized about the girls at the reception. He knew
Tammy’s daughter was a cow of a woman, which isn’t a
nice description for anyone, but was the best
description he could make of her. He also knew that
Tammy, like his mother, was quite a looker for her age.
With any luck, she could have other daughters who
carried the better of the gene pool. Ancient lore
stated that Carol and Tammy were sorority sisters and
party animals, he didn’t need a yearbook full of dirty
remarks to know what possibly had gone on in his
mother’s bed during that crazy period of the great 7os
era.

He knew that his mother was a very sexually-driven
woman. She might have even been misinterpreted as a
“slut” or something, but he also knew that his mother
wasn’t easy or cheap. She loved sex and she loved her
body, but she had a mind to back it up with and was
very smart how she used her body. He didn’t care that
his mother was this way, in fact, his whole family tree
was driven on sex, and he wasn’t any different. He lost
his virginity when he was 11 to a girl that lived three
floors down from the apartment he used to live. She was
going on 14, and not fully developed, but Travis had
been fascinated with the female body ever since.

“Are you listening to me?” Carol nudged her son who
had been staring out the window and ignoring her for
almost twelve minutes now.

“Did you say something?”

“I said the groom is going through training to become
a firefighter, isn’t that interesting?”

“Sure I guess. Just don’t corner him in the garage or
anything. This is his wedding day.”

Travis didn’t know why he liked to pour a bit of
gasoline on the burning the flame that was his mother.
Sometimes he was very attracted by her anger, in fact,
Freud would probably have a blast analyzing his
enjoyment for riling up the Italian temper of his
mother. It was almost a turn-on for Travis.

Carol decided not to give Travis the pleasure this
time around. “You know, Travis… the sun is up. Maybe
you should tell those boy scouts camping under that
tent down there to get up.” Travis looked down at his
pants and turned bright red to find a bulging erection
saluting towards his direction. A ridiculously obvious
erection that his own mother not only caught him on,
but had the brass to call him on it. He had never felt
so humiliated.

“Wonder what you were daydreaming about.” Carol said
with an evil grin. “Oh God, sorry mom… I… ” Travis
began.

“No need to apologize, sonny. It’s completely natural.
I have a pretty good idea how the male sexual organs
work, so it’s really no shock to me.” Travis was
silent. He must have been thinking about his first time
with the neighbor girl. How tight her pussy clenched
his little penis as he thrust it inside her. He only
knew the fucking motions from what he witnessed on the
video tapes he used to steal from his parents’ room. He
remembered how strange it felt for the two of them. It
was probably the best orgasm he ever had because he
remembered how it ran through his whole body and left
him weak in the arms of his junior high lover.

Michelle, he thought her name was. But who can be sure?
He remembered how hard his little cock got when she
revealed her flourishing little mounds with soft, pink
nipples. He loved how the nipples of the younger girls
poked out so plump and pointy at the same time. He
remembered playing with Michelle’s little nibblets and
was amused by how even at eleven years old, he had his
own little routine going on.

“Are you embarrassed, Travis, honey? I didn’t mean to
embarrass, you. At least no one else noticed.”

“No, ma. I’m just a little surprised, that’s all. It
kind of caught me off guard.”

After that moment, the two decided not to chat to each
other on the rest of the way to the wedding. Carol
continued to sing along to her music on the radio and
Travis looked out his window, begging for his cock to
die down.

They arrived to the angel-white abode decorated with
balloons and ribbons and a loud sign announcing PATT &
JERRY’S WEDDING. The ceremony was already taking place
behind the house in a heavenly gazebo holding the
reverend, bride, and groom as the bridesmaids and best
men lingered awkwardly outside, faced down by a cluster
of friends and relatives sitting uncomfortably in lawn
chairs.

“Shit,” Carol hissed as the two of them tried to slip
in the back without causing too much attention to
themselves. “We’re late.” Travis rolled his eyes at the
obviousness of that statement. He then looked on at the
bridesmaids. One was tall, pale and a little chubby
with a stern look on her face behind thick glasses.
Another was practically a midget, standing hardly four
feet with a shaggy haircut, but a rather cute face.
Travis, by the amount of jewelry she had on her,
concluded that she was around the good age of 18 or
older. Yet she was small, too small for Travis’s figure
and he went on to the next girls. The last two looked
too young to start high school, which was the limit for
Travis. Travis was flexible with the pussy he hammered,
but you have to draw the line somewhere. He would
sometimes make exceptions, if there were exceptions to
be made; but from the looks of these girls, he didn’t
have to think twice to pass.

“How long is this going to take?” Travis whispered to
Carol who just shushed him back. “I need to take a
leak, should I just wait?” Travis insisted. “Well if
you have to go bad, run in the house real quick, but
hurry back.” Travis nodded and quietly left the
squatting crowd, heading toward the back door of the
house.

Travis had never seen inside Tammy and Walter’s house
before. It was much cleaner than his house and the
walls were covered with family photos. One photo in
particular caught Travis’s eyes. It was Tammy when she
was younger, spread out on a picnic blanket out at a
park somewhere. Her white woolish top clung to her body
tightly, but was so tiny, it only covered up her chest,
leaving her flat tummy and navel to clear view. Her
jean cut-offs were rolled up her thighs even more to
show her muscular thighs spread out on the blanket. Her
blond hair laid out over her head where she laid and
she stared into the camera with deep blue eyes and gave
it a pouty kiss. Travis, for the first time since he
got to the wedding, was turned on and very much wanted
to know what was under those revealing clothes.

“Travis? Is that you?” Travis turned around and saw
Tammy with a bright, surprised face and an empty beer
bottle in her hand. “Oh my God! Look at you!” She put
the bottle down and walked up to Travis, “You’re a
man!” She squealed in almost disbelief. Only inches
away, Travis could smell the odor of alcohol permeating
from Tammy. “Hello Mrs. Anderson.”

“I haven’t seen you for so long, give me a hug!” Tammy
grabbed Travis and pulled him towards her. Travis gave
off an uncomfortable smile and noticed something odd
was happening downstairs. He had another boner and this
time it was poking against the flesh of Tammy Anderson,
his mother’s college chum. He didn’t know how many
beers Tammy had and he didn’t know why she would be
drinking anything inside the house while her daughter
was getting married, but he did know Tammy had a bad
reputation of alcohol and an even worse lack of
tolerance for it.

“Travis, God it’s been ages since I hugged someone. I
can’t believe it.” Tammy backed away from Travis and
picked up the bottle she put down, shook it, and
laughed. “Empty. Don’t you hate it when that happens.”

“Mrs. Anderson? Shouldn’t you be out there watching
your daughter be married?”

Tammy sighed and went to the refrigerator to pull out
two more bottles. “She doesn’t care about me, she told
me last night. I worked so hard putting this together
and she tells me last night that she hates me and never
wants to see me again and this and that… and some
other stuff…”

“I don’t think she meant that, Mrs. A. did you guys
have a fight or something?”

“Yes, Sherlock! You guessed it. We had a fight. And I
told her… hey, Travis, do you want a beer?”

“No, thanks.”

“C’mon, I won’t tell your mother. You can trust me.”
Tammy winked at Travis and gave a smile that was glazed
with intoxication. She was gone. Ridiculously gone, and
now it seemed that she was hitting on Travis. “Sure
whatever..” Travis took the beer in hopes that it would
make Tammy happy and, by all means, calm. Tammy went on
with your slurring of words… “So if she doesn’t want
me to watch. Fine! It’s being videotaped anyway. Am I
talking too loud? I’m sorry, honey, I’m so wasted. Do
you think this is how your mom felt when she was giving
my son a blowjob?”

Travis’s eyes bulged and though he hadn’t attended to
say anything, a nervous laugh exploded from his mouth
and he improvised, “I… I really have no idea.”

“Do you want a blowjob, Travis?”

Travis was silent. No nervous laugh. No laugh at all.
He sat his bottle on a table and looked at Tammy with
shocked and confused eyes. “Because I can give you a
blowjob, Travis. Really. I may be old, but I know how
to give a blowjob.”

Travis was caught in a lost Twilight Zone episode.
Tammy Anderson, who he had known for as long as he
could remember and who knew him since he was born,
wanted to suck his cock. Want to give him a blowjob.
“Are you serious?” He faintly whispered, not really
making a sound but moving his lips. “Dead serious,” she
replied approaching him and immediately rubbing the
erect cock she felt as they hugged. “Don’t you want me
to, Travis?”

Travis did want her to, the moment was strange but
right. So right. He not only feared, but also expected
Walter Anderson to walk in and catch his wife stroking
him over his pants. But he didn’t. Another moment
passed and there was nothing but sheer tension, heavy
silence, and no one coming in the back door.

“No one will know baby, it’ll be real quick.”

Suddenly Travis was flipped on devil-may-care mode and
he kissed Tammy. Tammy giggled in delight and squeezed
Travis into her body. She had gained a few pounds since
the picture, but she was most certainly not overweight.
Her breasts were bigger and fuller and her waist was
slightly wider. Travis reached behind her and squeezed
her rear which was plumper. Tammy started to breathe
heavily and passionately. “We have to hurry, Travis.
Before people walk in.”

“Okay, I’m ready.” Travis said straining. If there was
one thing he was bad at it was getting hot under
pressure. But his cock which was a decent boner to
begin with, roared under his zipper. Tammy kneeled
under him unstrapped his pants. She kissed his member
over the boxers and it leaped in joy. The oldest woman
he ever made it with was 25, now he was letting this
wild, drunk 45 year old woman lick his balls. This was
an incredible event, though it was being rushed for
time. Tammy pulled the strap of Travis’s boxers and his
cock bounced free like a diving board. “Aaah… Travis,
it’s beautiful.” Tammy told him as she put the head
against her lips and softly ran it across.

A volt went up Travis’s spine; then Tammy’s tongue
emerged. She took the head inside her lips and made
soft moaning sounds as she rolled her tongue around the
tip. He took his hands inside her curly blond hair and
rubbed her head as she took in more. She grabbed Travis
by his balls and played with his shaft more. It was
some warm inside Tammy’s mouth who curled her tongue
around Travis’s shaft in rotations that made his head
spin. She was definitely a pro at this and Travis was
honored to be experiencing the oral acrobats of an old
cocksucker.

She took his cock out and licked the sides. “Are you
gonna cum soon?” She cooed. “N..NOt yet.” She took his
cock in her mouth again and started to suck hard,
making slurping sounds that made Travis even hotter. He
looked down and was mesmerized by the tight cheekbones
that inflated in and out as she bobbed her head. Travis
chose to take a broad move and pushed Tammy’s head
closer to his groin. He could feel his penis go deep
into her mouth and the head reaching the top of her
throat. He was careful not to gag her, but Tammy didn’t
seem to mind a bit. She stuck out her tongue and
reached for his testicles to lick. She tried to get
both of them inside her mouth. She was very ambitious.

“Oh……Gaw….Now I’m gonna cum….” Travis spat out
as he guided Tammy’s head into short, quick motions,
still deep in her mouth. He could feel his head aiming
directly into her throat as it peeked in and out. His
balls tightened and inside Tammy’s warm, wet….

“TRAVIS!!!!”

Tammy’s head flung out from his grip, releasing his
cock from her jaws. His cock shot out five thick globs
of semen, one hitting Tammy on her chin, two hitting
her chest, and the other two hitting the kitchen floor.

Travis collapsed to the floor and quickly gathered his
cock to push it back into his pants. Tammy looked
behind her to catch Carol standing by the back door
with a statuesque portrait of shock on her face. Tammy
wiped her chin, “Now we’re even, bitch!”