Walter, a recent high school graduate, and Marjorie, mother of another graduate and a beautiful African-American woman are getting married after an incredibly passionate affair documented in the Brighton Graduate series. This is a sequel that looks at Marjorie's son Doug, now a freshman in college and already a varsity basketball player, along with Marie, Walter's mom.
Marie was feeling out of place during the reception. By the time that Marjorie and Walter had told her of their relationship, she was already aware that he was spending great amounts of time with someone. She was upset about the age difference, and was very concerned about Marjorie's motives towards her son. After meeting Marjorie and spending time with both of them together, she saw that there was a loving relationship and they were very complementary to each other. But although everyone had greeted her and as mother of the groom she was given extra attention, but she had little in common with most of the guests.
The list of guests had been fairly small partly to keep it an intimate wedding and reception, and partly because there were still people whose opinions of their age and racial differences would cloud the day. As Marie looked around the room, she saw some of Marjorie's co-workers from the legal department of Kodak; successful corporate types with an education level and sense of superiority that made her feel uncomfortable. Most of the other guests were Walter and Doug's high school friends. Neither group held much interest to her, and definitely did hold any male prospects that she could see.
Walter's father had divorced her nine years ago. Since then, she had engaged in a number of what she thought of as discreet relationships. In reality, most of the men that had shown her attention were more interested in her 46E breasts than in her personality. She was a full figured woman, maybe even edging into plump, but her breasts attracted male interest and she liked...no...needed sex every so often. So she let these men use her and had even gained a bit of a slutty reputation at the production plant where she worked.
She picked up another glass of champagne and scanned the room once more. She watched her son kiss his new bride in the cream colored, sheath dress that wrapped her curvaceous tightly. She was envious of Marjorie's dancer figure but was glad they were happy together. Marie drank the champagne and roamed the room, trying to fit in.
Doug looked as Walter kissed his mom. Outwardly he was accepting this relationship now but inwardly he was still not happy about it. When his mom first told him she was seeing Walter, he exploded in anger. Walter was a white, slightly nerdy, classmate of his from high school; definitely not someone his mother should be seeing. He was so adamant about it she did stop seeing him for a while, and Doug felt like he saved his mother from future disaster.
Later, as he watched his mother loose the joy he had seen in her while she was hiding the relationship from him, he realized how important it was to her. He also examined his own feeling and saw that much of his reaction was embarrassment about what others would think that his mom was seeing someone so young, white, and un-cool. He could understand the young part as many of his friends talked about how hot his mom was, even though Doug found his own mom too skinny. So he talked it over with both Walter and his mom. He actually threatened Walter if he ever hurt his mother and was taken aback when Walter told him that "If I ever hurt your mother that much, you have my permission to beat me to a pulp." That convinced Doug that their relationship was real to them. He still did not like how others would view the marriage, but he would be away at collage and not have to deal with it. He retreated out to the patio with two of his friends so they could share what they had experienced during their first months as college.
Walter found his mother leaning on some married guy from Marjorie's workplace, champagne glass in hand, giggling. The guy looked embarrassed by her attention, and her nose and cheeks were bright red, telling Walter she was already drunk. He gently took her aside to suggest she slow down and found her worse than he thought. He guided her towards the upstairs guest bedroom and got her to lie down. She argued a bit but once she lay back, she quickly dozed off. When he came back down, Marjorie was getting things ready for their departure and in the rush, Walter forgot about his mom lying in the bedroom upstairs.
Doug was relived when it was all over. His mom had used a caterer that also did all the clean-up so he basically just had to make sure everything was done and put back in the proper place. One of his buds hung around for a while but had a date that night and took off about an hour after the clean-up crew left. With the house to himself and no dates for the last week, he was feeling horny and decided to head up to his bedroom to explore some porn on-line. As he walked down the upstairs hall to his bedroom, he noticed the door to the spare room closed. 'Why would this be closed?' he asked himself as he moved towards the door and reached to the knob.
Marie had reluctantly laid down at her son's insistence, but had fallen asleep very quickly. She woke up disoriented, as one does when waking in a strange place. Then she remembered where she was and what had happened...she was ashamed at how drunk she had become. She threw herself at that man at her son's wedding reception! 'How low could I go?' she asked herself. She had been attracted to his big hands, knowing that big hands lead to big cocks.
With all the wedding preparations, Marie had not dated in a couple of weeks and was feeling the need. Alcohol was the lubricant she used to ease the shame of her sometimes slutty behavior, so there was now a conditioned link between drinking and sex. As she thought about how she had behaved, she noticed herself getting wet between the legs. Her pussy was desperate for attention, but the dildo she used when alone was not at hand. She wanted to resist but the need was too great.
She rose from the bed and unzipped her dress, dropping it over a nearby chair. She looked at herself in the mirror, standing there in a cream-colored lace bra that contained her huge breasts, and the matching girdle with garter clips holding up her stockings. She wore girdles now to slim her body into clothes that caught the eyes of the men she wanted. She reached around and undid the triple hook closure that held her bra closed and released her huge breasts. She placed a hand under one of her breasts and lifted its weight up off her chest. With her fingers, she gently plucked at her big, stiff nipple. A spark of sexual tension ran through the nerves of her body and down to her clit, causing it to harden push out of the folds of flesh.
