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Crazy Things
Date: 11/12/2015, Categories: Taboo Author: plo90
A mother will go to great lengths for her son but I never dreamed I would go as far as I did. It all started when I had lunch with my daughter-in-law, Melissa. Of course she was late, which spoke volumes about her reliability. I didn't like to drive in Los Angeles so I had caught the morning train from Santa Barbara to Los Angeles to meet Melissa for lunch. We were to meet at the Harvey House Restaurant in L.A.'s Union Station. I sat drinking water with lemon and nibbling on breadsticks for a half hour before I caught the busty bounce and flowing yellow mane of my 23 year old daughter-in-law. She sauntered through the crowd of diners in a navy-blue mini dress. The hem line of the dress was so high that it didn't even cover the tops of her black thigh-high stockings. I heard some male whistle over the clickety-clack of her stilettos. As if on cue Melissa added a little extra sway to her hips. The string of pearls necklace danced with each bounce of her ample breasts. I wondered how much money my son had shelled out for the necklace. Melissa sat down daintily. She wasn't going to give anyone a free peek. If they wanted a peep of her panties they were going to have to pay. She said, "Sorry I'm late Laura. Traffic was a real bitch." "I understand, that's why I don't drive in L.A." I replied. The waiter came and of course botched our order. He was none too subtle about looking down the low cut top of Melissa's dress. He was more occupied trying preview her breasts ...
... than he was in paying attention to what was said to him. After a couple of failed attempts he managed to correctly record our order. She giggled as the waiter left. She was basking in the attention she was receiving. She looked around at the other diners. She smiled and waved at a couple of young women dressed in business suits who were obviously whispering to each other about Melissa and her attire. I never liked my young daughter-in-law. I had begged my son not to marry her. I had to admit she was beautiful. She had a natural beauty, a true blonde with blue eyes; even her big breasts were natural. I wasn't even a tad jealous of her looks. What I hated was the way she used her beauty and sexuality to manipulate men, my son in particular. If she thought of anyone but herself she wouldn't have liked me either but she rarely thought of anyone but herself. "That's some dress." I observed with sarcasm and then more nicely, "Really brings out the blue in your eyes." She missed the sarcasm and beamed, "Don't you just love it. It's the first time I've worn it. It's a Chelsea." I was stunned a cheap Chelsea dress usually ran around $500.00. It was a fashion joke that the less material in a Chelsea the more expensive the price tag. I fought the urge to rip the dress off of her and choke her with it. "Yes, it's a lovely dress but how can you afford it with Greg in prison." She batted her eyelashes and said, "It's a gift from Mr. Stern." "Mr. ...