Big boobed teen Stories

The Ceremony went without a hitch. With Mum as centre of attention, Gary as proud new husband, and me as delighted-for-them daughter, we made our way to the wedding breakfast. Gary was seated between Mum and me; he smiled, chatted brightly, and tried desperately not to let his eyes drift down to my front, or to the shapely leg exposed by the side split in my bridesmaid’s dress, which had fallen open when I sat down. Pete,...

It was Mum’s special day. Well, her second time around. She and Dad had divorced a few years ago when he couldn’t take any more of her controlling tendencies and bitchiness. But now, she was marrying Gary. Approaching his fiftieth birthday, her new husband-to-be had made a tidy sum through his plumbing business. He also was easily led by a strong woman, which suited Mum perfectly. I had no idea what possessed him to ask h...