Mother of the Bride

By Esmeralda Greene

Esmeralda Greene takes us on a wild erotic ride as we follow the rollicking sexual exploits of a plucky forty-something woman on the day of her daughter's marriage.

Note: this story is a non-taboo variation on another Esmeralda Greene story: “Mother of the Groom.”

A daughter's wedding day is likely to be a stressful time for any woman, but for Erica there's an added complication: the fact that Cody, her daughter's fiancé, has secretly been Erica's lover for the past three years.

Erica is thinking that her affair with Cody will end with the marriage, but with the wedding less than an hour away, Cody gives her a very physical demonstration of how much he still lusts after his soon-to-be mother in law. Meanwhile, Erica's straight-laced daughter is constantly reminding her that she needs to be more prim and proper; that she needs to start "acting her age." But Erica is a woman who's too full of life to follow that advice. And on this surprise-filled day, she finds herself accosted on all sides by both men and women who may be half her age, but who still find her irresistibly sexy!

As always with Esmeralda's erotica, the writing in this long short story is elegant and graceful, the characters are fun and sparkling with life, and the sex is joyful, imaginative, and virtually non-stop!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Esmeralda Greene
• Release date: Jan 12, 2016
• ISBN: 9781311407795

Esmeralda Greene

Esmeralda Greene is an erotica writer dedicated to the principle that erotic fiction can be red-hot raunchy while also being written with intelligence, elegance and style. In addition to her self-published works, she has sold short stories to such venues as Sweetmeats Press, Circlet Press, Xcite Books and Clean Sheets Magazine. Esmeralda's erotica has been called "exuberantly sex-positive," "life affirming," "scorchingly hot," "fresh," "daring," and "skillfully written." Speaking for herself, Esmeralda says, "My stories are fun, sometimes funny, sometimes clever and witty; but most of all they're sexy. Kinkily, raunchily sexy. Good clean fun at its baddest and dirtiest. "I sometimes deal with strange and taboo subject matter, but my stories are never dark and my characters are never victims (though some of them may pretend otherwise). My characters always enjoy and exult in their sexuality, engaging in their various unusual and illicit acts with unapologetic joy and a zest for life." Esmeralda lives in the outskirts of Great Falls, Montana with a poorly trained dog and an even more poorly trained girlfriend. The icy winter nights have taught her the value of a fit body, a vigorous partner, and most importantly, an energetic imagination. Sometimes her steamy flights of imagination boil over in the form of an erotic story, making nights warmer for everyone. Visit Esmeralda's website at www.esmeraldagreene.com and contact at [e-mail]

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Mother of the Bride

About Esmeralda Greene’s Erotica

Mother of the Bride

By

Esmeralda Greene

Smashwords Edition

Copyright © 2014 by Esmeralda Greene

All rights reserved

This story is part of the Greene Shorts series of erotic short stories by Esmeralda Greene.

See www.EsmeraldaGreene.com for news and other fiction by Esmeralda Greene.

This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or persons is entirely coincidental.

This work is intended for adults only. It contains substantial sexually explicit language and scenes that may be considered offensive by some readers.

No characters in this story are under eighteen years of age.

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Mother of the Bride

I was in my kitchen, debating whether a gin and tonic before eleven o’clock in the morning would officially make me a lush when I heard Cody’s pickup pulling into the driveway. Finally! I muttered with a sigh. Cody hopped out and gave me a cheerful wave through the kitchen window, then started unloading folding chairs from the back of his truck. I trotted out of the house to meet him. It’s about time you got here! I hollered, the screen door banging closed behind me for added effect. Then I brought myself up short. Jesus, the wedding hasn’t even happened yet and already I’m a nagging mother in law! I took a breath and then went on in a softer tone, I mean, you’re due at the church in half an hour, and you aren’t even dressed yet. Do you have your suit with you? You go into the house and change and I’ll take care of the chairs.

Cody was dressed in old jeans and a T-shirt, and was carrying six chairs at a time into the big tent I’d rented for the wedding reception lunch. Once under the open-walled tent he started snapping the chairs open with a flick of one muscular arm. We’ve got fifty-two minutes, Erica, he corrected me. Plenty of time.

I started struggling to open one of the chairs, but he took it out of my hands and shooed me away. I got it, Erica. You’re all dressed up and you’ll get dirty. Then he paused, the chair dangling from one hand as he gave me a good looking-over for the first time since he’d arrived. Damn, you look good, Mrs. G. That dress is… wow! His eyes scanned me up, down, then up again, concluding their journey by settling in for a long stare at my boobs.

Um, thanks, I mumbled. The wow dress in question was a calf-length crumpled silk thing that had cost too much, but it did look good on me, and the salesgirl had clinched the deal by pretending she couldn’t believe I was old enough to be buying an outfit to wear to my daughter’s wedding. It had a snug bodice that showed off my reasonably flat tummy and reasonably generous bosom. I’d worked hard over the past few decades for that flat tummy, but as usual it was my tits that were getting most of the attention.

A second or two crawled by and Cody still had his gaze fixed on my upper torso, an easy, self-confident leer on his face. Yo! Earth to Cody! I yelled, lifting a hand and snapping