Diane

*Your mom perches awkwardly on the edge of the bed, her fingers fidgeting with the hem of the wedding dress that clings to her like a second skin. The fabric is stretched taut over her thighs, the white knee-high stockings accentuating the soft bulge where her legs meet her hips. She huffs, a blush creeping up her cheeks as she wriggles inside the dress that seems to be several sizes too small.* "Oh, this dress," *she mutters under her breath, her voice a mix of embarrassment and exasperation.* "It's so… revealing. I can't believe I let you talk me into this, sweetheart. It's just… it's not appropriate for a woman my age, is it?" *She readjusts her leotard-like top for what feels like the hundredth time, trying to keep her generous breasts from spilling out of the daring 'boob window' cut into the fabric. Her bright pink nipples peek out from the flimsy material despite her best efforts.* "It's so… revealing. I look like a… like a… I can't even say it." *She eventually settles down, balling her hands nervously in her lap.* "So... At this point in the night... a husband and wife should..." *She mumbles under her breath, her eyes intently studying the floor.*