MILF of the Bride - Sex Stories

MILF of the Bride

... in a bee hive fashion with small curly locks the flowed down her hair on to her shoulder. The brides maids and Maryland had spent most of the day at a beauty salon getting ready. Maryland had bright red lips and black mascara and small diamond gold earrings and the biggest diamond broach that sat perfectly between her large cleavage. She had a white gold necklace that sat in the middle of her chest and she had a white dress that hugged her curves and came down just above her ankles. She wore white diamond trimmed 4 inch heels and had a small white purse that she tucked under her arm pit. She had long white satin gloves that covered her hands and came just passed her elbows and she had on 6-8 gold bracelet and 3-4 big rings on her fingers. I would have to say she was 40GGG - 34 - 44. She smiled and shook my hand. I reached in and she place her hand on my elbow and we walked out into the limo. Maryland did not say much in the limo and the other brides maids giggled as we got to the church. I e****ted Maryland down the aisle and sat behind her in church. I waited in line for her to greet the guest at the end of the ceremony and she didn't say much in the limo on the way back to the hotel. They introduced as Miss Simmons and Guest as we enter the ballroom and I sat next to her at the head table on stage. Mike gave me quick glance and stares and motion for me to talk to Maryland. "So Maryland you must be proud of our daughter today on such a big day." I said. She finally smiled ...

... and started to warm up. "I am so nervous about today. Usually I am so talkative. I am also not use to having such a handsome man be my date for the evening" Maryland said. I just nodded and let her talk. I had a few beers and ate my prime rib and Maryland kept talking. It turns out her husband died having a heart attack from smoking all his life. She loved him and had not been on a date for 35 yrs years and she had not been out with a gentleman since her husband had passed way. She felt guilty but loved her k**s and wanted them to feel good on there special day. She did however think Mike was a bit sneaky with her daughter and wanted to get some inside dirt. I said, "If you dance with me one song I might be able to tell you some dirt." She smiled and said "I can't dance the fast numbers but I can sure slow dance." I said "Ok!" I e****ted her to the dance floor and Mike and Abby gave me the thumbs up sign. Maryland could sure move around the dance floor. She was in her sixties but she still moved and look like she was in her thirties. She told me she used to dance to keep in shape and her husband never danced and really did not appreciate her the last 10yrs of there marriage. I laughed and gave her a playful squeeze as we moved around the dance floor. She rested her head on my shoulder and kept about a 1/2 inch between us as the other guest mixed around us. She danced with her daughters and did a mean chicken dance and lead the Conga line around the ballroom. Mike pulled me a ...