It was Saturday morning at 7:30 am. I was sound asleep, happy I could rest longer after an exhausting work week. Suddenly, my phone rang. I stared at my watch. It was too early; what the heck?!
I picked up the phone and saw it was Dad. "Hi, Dad, is there an emergency? Are you OK?"
He laughed, "Everything is great! In fact, it's perfect. I am about to get married..."
"Congratulations. Is it today?"
"No, silly, next weekend."
"So, couldn't you call a little later? I am sleep-deprived after a tough week at work."
"Leon, don't be a party pooper. I am just too happy, and my adrenalin is off the roof, so I called my only family member to tell him the good news."
"Dad, I am happy for you. Let me brush my teeth and have a short shower. When I am finished, I'll call you, and we'll talk about it."
...
My mother died when I was 15 years old. Breast cancer took her life 8 months after finding out the diagnosis. Dad and I were devastated. I guess it was easier on me since I had many friends who distracted my thoughts about Mom by spending time with me and watching sports. Dad took it hard. Mom was a very active homemaker - She not only did the cooking, cleaning, and laundry but took care of the billings and made all the financial decisions. Now that she was gone, Dad was helpless. I was no expert, but I tried my best to help him learn everything. We were fortunate Mom kept the important documents clearly arranged in a special drawer.
By the time I was in my senior year at high school, Dad was already comfortable enough to do everything by himself. I continued to the local college, majoring in computer sciences. I finished 4 years ago and was working as a software application developer. I liked the young atmosphere near the campus and bought a small house nearby.
Despite some rough times initially, I liked my life: I loved the job and the privacy in my new house. I spent my free time with some of my former friends. Since I turned 18, I have had 3 girlfriends. One was blonde, the second had long brown hair, and the third had short curly hair. They were all pretty but very different in their appearance. There was one common denominator: They were all big-breasted. Yes, I am a titman.
I was lucky to be considered attractive: 6'2", 192 pounds, athletic body, and was told I was handsome. According to my former girlfriends, I was smart, funny, generous, and good in the sack. Whether all of the above were true or not, I was biased and couldn't tell. However, girls were attracted to me like magnets, which allowed me to choose the ones with large bosoms.
About 3 months ago, Rebecca, my latest lover, moved to California, and I was available again. I wasn't in a hurry to look for a replacement, knowing I could easily find one if I wanted. I simply enjoyed the freedom without commitments.
I talked to Dad on the phone every 2-3 weeks and saw him once every 3 months, even though we lived in the same town. As far as I knew, Dad tried to meet available ladies online, but the affairs were short-lived. Hearing that he was ready to get hitched without notifying me earlier was a big surprise. I was curious to find out the details.
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I called Dad back, "Hi, Dad. So tell me about the lady."
He sounded cheerful, "Maria is fantastic. I met her in the supermarket about 2 months ago. She asked me to pull down a cleaning product from the upper shelf, and I helped her. We started talking, and she told me her husband also died of cancer. I invited her for a coffee, and we consoled each other. Maria and I found common interests and began dating. She is a wonderful cook and did my laundry last month." He chuckled, "And sex with her is out of this world."
"It's nice to hear you are happy again. Does she have a family?"
"Her parents and other relatives are in Mexico. She is here with her daughter, Isabella."
"Dad, when can I meet Maria and Isabella?"
"Come here tomorrow evening. Maria is anxious to meet you too. She will cook dinner for the 4 of us. Can you come at 6 pm?"
"I'll be there."
...
Sunday afternoon, I shaved, showered, and wore nice, clean clothes with shiny shoes. On my way, I bought a bouquet of mixed flowers and a bottle of white wine. I was at Dad's house on time. He opened the door for me with a broad smile, "Thanks for coming. Are the flowers for me?"
I chuckled, "The wine is for you. The flowers are for the bride-to-be. Where is she?"
"She is in the kitchen, making sure everything is ready. Sit down in the living room, and I'll tell her you arrived."
Two minutes later, Dad returned with a giggly dark-skinned woman. I guessed she was in her mid 40s. Maria had black shoulder-length hair, a cute round face, and a voluptuous figure. She wore a long flowery dress and 2" heel shoes.
Maria extended her hand to me and said in a low tone, "Leon, it's nice to meet you. I heard a lot about you from your father. I hope he is right about other things, but I agree with at least one thing. You ARE handsome."
I grinned, handed her the flowers, and blurted, "Maria, judging by your appearance, Dad made a smart choice. I already like you too. How about you marry me instead?"
Maria and Dad laughed, and she mumbled, "Thank you. Dinner will be ready in 10 minutes."
"Maria, I heard you have a daughter. Where is she?"
"Isabella is in her room. She is dressing up and will be out soon."
Moments later Maria called us to the table. Dad sat at the head of the table with a happy smile on his face. Maria placed our plates before us. I suggested helping her, but she refused, saying I was the guest of honor.
As we were about to start the meal, Isabella came out of her room. I almost choked. Her skin was dark-brown like her Mom, and her hair color was similar but longer. However, the most noticeable feature was her rack. It was massive and looked even bigger on her skinny frame. She smirked and came in my direction, "Hi, brother. Good to see you at last. Damn, you are a stud!"
I blushed. Everybody assumed it was because of the compliment, but it was more about the size of her boobs...
"Hi, Isabella. You are very pretty yourself. How old are you?"
She joked, "Leon honey, haven't you learned it's not polite to ask for a lady's age? Anyway, I just turned 18."
Maria chortled, "Leon, ignore her provocative behavior. Each time she is uneasy, she expresses her insecurity with sarcasm. Usually, she is well-mannered."
The meal was delicious: Roasted chicken, mashed potatoes with garlic, pickled beets, and creme brulee for dessert. I commented, "Maria, the food is very tasty, but I wonder, it doesn't seem like the usual food where you came from..."
She grinned, "We are from the Yucatan area in Mexico. You are right. It's not our food. I knew you were coming, and I asked your Dad what you liked. He suggested it. Was it really OK, or you were being nice?"
"Ma'am, it was perfect!"
Maria gazed at her daughter, "Bella, you better learn from Leon how to behave. Sometimes, you put me in an embarrassing situation."
Isabella apologized, "Sorry. I thought Leon would look like his father, but he is a hunk."
"Bella, are you trying to offend Gordon, my future husband?"
"No... I better shut up from now on..."
I felt for her. She was very young and tried to sound smart but failed miserably. After that, during the meal, we hardly talked. I tried my best to avoid staring at Isabella's glorious chest, but I couldn't resist ogling it a couple of times. Once, she caught me and smiled. I blushed profusely.
When we were done with the meal, I thanked Maria. She grinned, "No, thank you. There is something I need to discuss with your father. Why don't you go with Bella to her room, and the two of you get acquainted?"
I followed Isabella. I watched her rear and was impressed as well. Her round butt moved effortlessly from side to side. Was she sashaying on purpose? She opened the door to the room I grew up in. Everything looked different. I used to have pictures of Michael Jordan and Angelina Jolie. Now, there were posters of Green Peace and Brad Pitt.
