Wedding Night with the Mother of the Bride in New York It is the big day, the day of my wedding, I the groom, marrying my beautiful bride, Bianca in St. Patrick’s Cathedral in the wonderful American city of New York. The weather this morning is beautiful although it was extremely warm. As I am standing, in a dark men’s suit and striped tie, at the altar near the priest waiting for my gorgeous bride to enter, my attention was caught on Bianca’s mom, the mother of the bride, Diane, entering the church and walking down the aisle and sitting down in a pew. Although I love Bianca, Diane was a gorgeous early forties woman. She is so skinny, so attractive-looking, and was dressed sexy and elegant. She is wearing a graceful skirt suit. Even though she was skinny, her breasts were as big like her friend Deauxma’s breasts, which stretched out under her tight white top that she is wearing under her smooth and silky opened jacket. Her legs looked attractive and shapely thin, from under her silky knee-length skirt, and were shining from the bright church lights. I knew Diane very well after I first met Bianca. Diane was proud of her daughter to marry a handsome man like myself, as Diane had a miserable time before when her husband died from a heart attack, but when Diane met me, she thought I would be her new man in her life. Diane glanced at me and smiled and I grinned back. Suddenly the ceremony begins: Bianca appears and walking down the aisle. …the next moment changed everything
