Married At 16

I was 16 going on 17, 5'6", 142 lbs, as my grandmother said good baby making hips and ample bosoms, I didn't look like a girl, I looked like a woman. The guy in question, 32 and my father said he was very mature for his age. My growing up friend told me I was so lucky a real man wanted me.

It was my situation, I worked as a waitress at the country club and he was a bachelor member, obviously working for a wife. Pushed by my grandmother, my father not objecting, I was marched down the isle. My wedding nite was everything you can imagine, I looked out the window while he did his thing and made me his wife. My grandmother wanted the blow by blow description, my father said I was a woman and off his payroll.

Housekeeping and laundry competed for time with homework, my belly getting bigger and bigger. Grandma was right, those hips made the birthing easier and my ample bosoms fed the little bugger. Everything was getting back to normal until the man said why don't you have another. I turned 25 with five kids, they were as easy to birth as they were to get started.

I'm on the way now to being a grandmother, my 16 year old daughter.