I can tell that this was very hard for her to deal with. When my parents divorced 5 years ago, my mother assumed that she would be the one to get on with her life and find someone new to marry. But it didn't work out as good as she planned. She rarely went out with any men because she was too shy around them, and was always finding the smallest things wrong with them as an excuse to break up. But during the five years since the divorce, my dad has been out with a large abundance of women. And even though his life isn't in complete order for most men his age, he was already getting married. This devestated my mom, because it made her feel even more lonely than she already was.
About twenty years ago, my parents started dating when they were both 15, and three months later my mother got pregnant with me. this upset both their parents for obvious reasons. Three years later, after they graduated high school they immediately got married. My dad went to work for his dad, while my mother became the traditional housewife. After my dad was caught cheating on her for the fourth time, my mother finally threw him out.
My mother is about 5'5", long black hair, and has an incredible body; thin waist, nice round ass, and two tits that any man would die to get their hands on. I know I shouldn't be saying this about my mother, but if you ever saw her getting a tan in her bikini in the backyard, you too would forget that she's your mother.
Although she was very hesitant my mother decided to go to the wedding and so did I. She wore a sexy, black evening gown, had her hair done, and wore her best jewlery. She looked like a model walking down the stairs.
At the wedding, my mother greeted my dad was a nice friendly hug and a congradulations. Even though they looked happy to see each other, i can tellt that they were both nervous about meeting each other. He introduced us to his new wife; she was about 10 years than my parents, with long blonde hair, and I bigger chest size than my moms. As they walked away my mother whispered to me:
"Please tell me, that I'm much better looking than her."
"You're the best looking woman in this room," I said, and that made her happy.
After a few hours of mingling with the guests, and a few drinks for my mom that made her a bit tipsy, we headed on home. There she went straight for the liqour cabinet, pulled out a bottle of wine and two wine glasses, then sat on the couch.
"You want to drink with me Alex?" she asked.
"I don't know mom..."
"Please, I don't want to drink alone."
"Well, alright."
I sat right next to her and she poured me a glass of wine. The first toast was to my fathers second marraige. We sat their together in the dimlit living room, reminiscing about old times, about things that are going on in our lives. She asked if I had a girlfriend and how many women I have slept with. I guess the alcohol was getting to me because I was actually answering her.
"I slept with about 10 women," I said.
"10! My boy's a stud. Who were they?"
"Six were girls I went out with, 2 were one night stands, and 2 were older married women."
"Wow!" she said.
She now had her head resting on my shoulder and my arm was around her.
