I tried to say she was going a bit overboard, but she stuck by her stance. As you can imagine, with a person with as many parental issues as she had, it wasn’t surprising that she was seeing a therapist every week. Her therapist, Dr. Jennifer White, had helped my wife sort through some of her issues, and Dr. White insisted that, since we were getting married soon, that she should involve her mom in the wedding in some way, to prove that Jenny was in control of her own life, and that her mom isn’t as bad as Jenny thought. Dr. White thought, like I do, that Jenny was exaggerating how bad her mom was. As the wedding day approached, I became very interested in meeting Gina, and seeing the truth for myself. I had never talked to her on the phone. I had never even seen a picture of her. I was, admittedly, a bit nervous.
One of the main reasons for my nervousness, despite meeting Gina, was the fact that me and Jenny hadn’t had sex in a month. We had a good sex life, because we were both very much in love and very attracted to each other. Jenny was very pretty, with shoulder-length black hair, and a good body. I will admit that I am a breast man, and she did have a nice pair of b cups. Our sex life was good, but we both decided to not have sex for the month up to the wedding, so our wedding night would be special.
Jenny had called up her mom, and they talked for a good hour, catching up (they hadn’t talked in months), and talking about the wedding. It seemed like the conversation went well. When Jenny talked to me after they were finished, she told me it went better than she expected, and she had asked her mom to handle the wedding pictures, and the photographers for the day. She said that her mom had told her that she would take care of it, and that she would head down here the day before the wedding. I was almost as nervous about meeting her as I was about the wedding.
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It was the day of the wedding and I was getting dressed up. Gina had gotten into town in the late afternoon, and Jenny went out and had dinner with her. When she got back, she told me that I would meet her mom before the wedding. Jenny had stayed with her friend last night, so there would be no bad luck. I drove to the church, and started getting prepared in a side room. I was checking out my suit in the mirror when I heard the door open behind me and someone stepped in and shut the door. I turned around to look.
There, in front of me, stood one of the most beautiful women I had ever seen.
I quickly looked her up and down. Her face was sultry and mysterious. She had penetrating eyes, and full, curved, sexy lips. Her face was done up in make-up, not too much, just the right amount. She looked absolutely gorgeous. Although she had no noticeable wrinkles, I could tell she was older, maybe in her mid-forties. She had dark black hair, down to her shoulders, and milky white skin. Then, I looked down at her body. Oh man, her body. This woman had the most massive breasts he had ever seen. And they looked natural too! They must be an E-cup! She flaunted her assets in a tight, black, low-cut dress, held up by two straining spaghetti straps. Her chest tapered down to her thin waist, which led to her perfectly curved hips. These led to her endless legs, and her high heel clad feet. It was all perfect. I looked up quickly into her eyes, as hers did the same.