Mom's Bridal Lingerie Ch. 08

Mitch couldn't help noticing the mischievous look in his mother's eye as she turned to him for a response. Listening to the provocative nature of her words, he felt himself turning red and feeling flustered. "Uh no...I mean yes...I mean...uh...it's good to have you home, Dad."

"Where's the fish?" Nicole quickly asked, bailing out her son, who looked totally flummoxed.

"Didn't catch a thing," Rick said emphatically. "That so-called 'hot fishing spot' of Ed's turned out to be totally useless. My time would have better spent here, helping you guys with that attic."

"Oh, honey, don't worry about it. You need your time away like that to relax. With the hours you work at that law office, you need a break like that—time away from the usual grind."

"Ah, I guess you're right."

"You should do it more often. Mitch and I would be fine here taking care of things, wouldn't we, sweetheart?" As Mitch leaned back against the counter, his mother turned towards him, reaching into the cupboard behind him to lift down some plates. As she did, he felt her purposely press the side of one big breast against his arm. As she withdrew the plates, she turned, rubbing her tits even more firmly against his arm. He couldn't help but notice the sly smile on her face.

"Uh, yeah, we'd be fine." Again Mitch muttered out his reply, caught off guard by his mother's risky behaviour.

"Oh, I'm sure you two would be just fine." They both looked at Rick in surprise, the tone of his voice insinuating something more than they expected. Seeing the shocked look on their faces, he continued, "What's up? You took care of that attic chore pretty easily, and with Mitch basically a man now, it's almost like he's ready to take my place around here."

"Don't be silly, honey," Nicole quickly responded, her head spinning. "It's just nice for you to relax and get away every once in a while. We know how busy you are at work."

Rick sat down at the table, looking from his wife, to his son, and then back to his wife again, the smile of concern on his wife's face looking somewhat forced and peculiar. "You might be right. With all the work required to open the new office in Dillon, there's a lot of pressure on all of us. Griff's asked me to take on a lot of that," he said, referring to the law firm's senior partner.

"Well, you know, if they really need you to take the lead on that, I can't help but think that would be a good thing," Nicole said, jumping on the opportunity that had just presented itself. "Even if you had to go to Dillon every now and then, it wouldn't be so bad—your mother's still there, and you could spend some time visiting her. I'm sure she'd like that." Even though Nicole never really saw eye-to-eye with her mother-in-law, she knew Rick cared very much for her, especially after his father passed away from cancer about five years back.

Rick paused again, looking back and forth between his wife and his son as she kept busy, putting the sandwiches on the plates and setting them on the table. "Yeah, well, I'm not sure what's going to happen with all that just yet, but, we'll see. Anyways, this looks good. After lunch, Mitch and I can see to those boxes you guys brought down from the attic."

Things seemed more relaxed as they sat at the kitchen table and had their lunch, both Mitch and Nicole feeling more at ease the more Rick talked. Nicole asked questions about the fishing trip, which Rick answered by saying the expected 'hot spot' turned out to be a dud. Ed hadn't caught anything either, and they both came home empty-handed.

After lunch, father and son attacked the stack of boxes Mitch had brought down from the attic—Rick finding nothing there worth keeping. The two of them moved the boxes downstairs and loaded up their SUV.

"Let's take these to that charity place right now. I know they're open Sundays."

"Uh, are you sure?" Mitch asked, still feeling a little weirded out. He couldn't help but look at his father in a different light after what had transpired over the last twenty-four hours between his mother and him.

"Yeah. Let's just get it done."

They piled into the vehicle and headed out, Mitch feeling pretty uncomfortable as his father manoeuvered the car through traffic.

"I want to thank you for helping your mother with that," his dad said, keeping his eyes on the road.

"Uh, that's okay, Dad. I know it needed to be done, and I was just glad I could help."

"Well, your mother and I both appreciate it. Did she reward you in any way?"

His dad's eyes flicked over to his for a second, before returning to the road. Mitch felt his heart starting to race, unsure of what to say. "Uh...reward me?" he asked, trying to buy himself some time to think.

"Yeah, you know; did she do anything special for you? Anything she knew you'd like?"

"Oh fuck," Mitch thought to himself, you wouldn't believe what she did for me. "Uh, I don't know. She thanked me, and then we went out and got something to eat. That was nice."

"Oh yeah, where'd you go?"

"Francesco's."

"Francesco's? Did you guys grab a pizza?"

"Uh...no. We ate in the dining room part."

"It's pretty nice in there. Did your mom make you get all dressed up?"

"Uh, yeah. It was okay though. I didn't mind."

"What about your mom? I'm sure she would have taken the opportunity to wear something nice. You know how much she loves clothes."

"Do I ever", Mitch thought to himself, remembering all the gorgeous outfits he'd seen his mom in over the last few days. "Umm, she wore a dress, I think," he said, shrugging his shoulders as if he'd never really paid any attention to what she'd been wearing.

"Which one? Do you remember the color?"

"I think it was yellow."

"Yellow? I can't remember her having a yellow dress. It must have been new. Did she say it was new?"

"You know, now that you mention it, I think she did say it was new."

"Did she look nice in it?" His father's gaze flicked over to him again, the laser-like stare seeming to look right through him—or maybe it just felt like that to Mitch.

"I...uh...I guess so. I never really noticed. The food was great though," he said, trying to change the subject. "The chicken parmesan was fantastic. You would have loved it, Dad."

"I'm sure it would have been nice to be there with you two, but I hope your mom made sure you had a good time." Although it was a statement, the lilt of his father's voice made it more a question.

"Uh yeah, it was okay."

"Good, good. I'm glad your mom did something nice for you after having you slug those boxes around all morning."

"It was no trouble, really."

"Okay, here we are," Rick said as they pulled up to the second-hand store. They donated their boxes of stuff, and the staff were just as happy to receive it as they were to get rid of it. With car emptied out, they headed for home.

"That stuff I was talking to your mom about, about the new office the firm is opening in Dillon. I may have to go there occasionally to make sure things are running smoothly. How would you feel about that?"

"I'd feel fucking great!" Mitch wanted to shout out, but instead he quietly replied, "I guess that would be okay. You know, I'm sure it's good for your career. It shows how much your boss values you if he wants to give you that much responsibility."

"Yeah, I guess. But I'd have to go down there and stay sometimes. It's only about 200 miles away, but that's a little too far to commute back and forth."

"I understand, Dad. That's okay. Like you said, I'm 18 now. I think Mom and I would be okay if you had to go every now and then." We'd be fucking great—and great fucking—Mitch wanted to say, but kept that under his hat.

"You'd be willing to help me out by taking care of your mom? She can be quite a handful sometimes."

"She certainly can," Mitch thought, thinking about what a handful those huge tits of hers had been when he'd cupped them in his hands. "I'm sure we'd be fine. Mom's pretty easy to get along with."

"Especially when her hot juicy quim is stuffed full of hard cock," Mitch thought, memories of the last twenty-four hours popping into his head.

"All right then. I'm not sure what's going to happen at work, but that might be a possibility."

"Do what's best for you, Dad. I'm here to help Mom in any way she needs." Mitch pictured being down between her spread thighs, servicing that dripping pussy and tight little bumhole of hers, knowing that the more his father was away from home, the better things would be for the two new lovers.

"Okay, I'll keep that in mind."

They arrived home and Mitch headed to his room for a quick shower, having gotten sweaty lugging the boxes down the stairs and out. Rick headed to his own room, where he found Nicole putting clean sheets on the bed.

"Ah, clean sheets. Nice," he said, pulling off his clothes to head to the shower himself.

"Yes, I thought you'd like that," Nicole replied, remembering the cum-stained and sweat-matted sheets she'd thrown in the laundry earlier in the day, along with the towels. She was careful to make sure all incriminating evidence had been removed from their room.

***

The three family members spent the rest of the day doing their own thing; Nicole did some work at her computer, working on a new layout for a client's house they were putting up for sale, while Rick spent the time at his desk off the family room attending to some files he'd brought home in his brief case. Mitch spent the afternoon in his room working on his computer, sorting out all the new pictures he'd taken of his mother over the weekend, his eyes constantly returning to the numerous pictures he'd taken of her in her sexy wedding dress and the even-more-enticing bridal lingerie. "She's so fucking hot," Mitch said to himself, wanting to whack off another batch or two, but calling on his reserves of willpower to make himself stop. He was hoping to save it for when his mother came and 'tucked him in', as she'd promised to do.

"MITCH! CAN YOU COME DOWN AND GIVE US A HAND HERE?" His mother's voice interrupted his salacious thoughts as he looked at a picture of her sitting in that chair by her makeup table, her legs spread lewdly while she cupped her enormous breasts towards him. His cock had been stirring for the last few hours, and it had taken all he had to stop himself from pounding the shit out of it.

"COMING!" he yelled back, wondering what his mom was thinking when she heard him call out that word.

"What do you think, bud? Does a steak on the Q sound good to you?" his father asked when Mitch loped into the kitchen.

"Sounds great."

"Good, I'll go fire it up."

As soon as Rick slid the patio door closed behind him, Nicole looked at her son, that telltale twinkle in her eye. "Coming, eh?" she said, giving her head a knowing shake.

"Well, almost," Mitch replied, a shit-eating grin on his face. "I spent the afternoon looking at pictures of you on my computer. It was all I could do not to white-wash the screen."

"Ssshh, watch what you're saying," Nicole warned, her eyes flicking to the patio door, her husband fiddling with the barbecue out on the deck.

"You know he can't hear anything out there with the door closed. With the air conditioner going, Dad would never leave the door open. He's too cheap to waste the energy."

"I know," Nicole replied, she and Mitch sharing a smile as they'd both experienced Rick's near fanaticism when it came to the home heating and air-conditioning system. They'd each been scolded for going near the thermostat settings. She flicked her eyes down to the crotch of Mitch's shorts, taking in the noticeable bulge. "So, you were looking at some pictures of me again, were you?"

"I couldn't help myself, Mom. You looked so fucking hot in that bridal lingerie. I loved it."

"But you never did anything about it?" Her tongue slid out and purposely licked her lips, her eyes drifting down to the enticing protrusion tenting out his shorts.

"Does it look like I did anything about it?" Mitch asked, holding up his hands in dismay as they both looked down to his swollen groin.

Nicole's eyes flicked outside to look at her husband, and then back to her son, eyeing up the bulge of that massive cock she knew was lurking beneath his shorts. Just looking at the outline of that throbbing monster made her pussy itch. "Hmmm, that looks painful, actually. I think Mommy better make that all better for you." She turned and grabbed the platter of steaks, covered in a spicy rub. "Here, take this out to your father. That grill should be just about ready now. And when you're out there, take a look back at the patio door and see how well you can see inside."

Mitch hurriedly adjusted the lump in his shorts and carried the platter outside, covering his crotch with the big plate. "Here you go, Dad."

"Great, it's just ready to nicely sear these babies," Rick replied, taking the platter and setting it on one of the barbecue's side trays.

"Okay, Mom and I will be inside getting the other stuff ready. Shout out if you need anything."

"Will do," Rick replied, carefully placing the first steak on the grill.

Mitch turned back towards the house and paused as he judged the view, and then strode purposely back inside, grinning from ear to ear.

"Well?" his mother asked, hurriedly tossing the salad she'd taken out earlier.

"You can't see a thing. The sun is reflecting off the glass like crazy."

"Good. That's what I thought. Now c'mere, baby—let Mommy see that favorite new toy of hers."

Mitch walked over to his mother and she kissed him hotly, her tongue slipping deep into his mouth as her hand quickly found his swollen prick. She squeezed his stiff member, and then her fingertips gripped his zipper and drew it downwards.

"We don't have much time," she said, fishing her hand into the opening of his shorts and drawing out his raging hardon. Both she and Mitch were glad he'd chosen to go commando. "Get behind me so we can both keep an eye on your father."

As Mitch moved behind his mother, she leaned forward against the island countertop, her full round bum perched high in the air. She wiggled her curvy ass playfully from side to side as she looked back at her son over her shoulder. "Don't let that skirt get in your way, baby—fill Mommy up."

Mitch quickly flicked his eyes up to see his father watching the steaks sizzling on the grill, and then he looked down as he reached forward, flipping up the back of his mother's flouncy little skirt, exposing a pair of white silk French-cut panties, the leg openings cut wickedly high on her hips. His cock throbbed as he looked at her succulent rear end, and knew that this wasn't going to take long, especially after all those sexy pictures of her he'd been looking at all afternoon.

He reached down and pulled her panties to the side as she leaned even further over the counter, both of them facing the patio door in order to keep an eye on the man outside. With his rigid cock sticking out of the front of his shorts, Mitch moved in close behind his mother, nudging the broad flared crown up between her pouting labia. Her pussy-lips were sinfully hot, and already nice and wet. He flexed forward as he grabbed her hips, sending the massive knob all the way home with one slow merciless stroke.

"Yessssss," Nicole hissed, feeling her pussy stretching delightfully, her son's huge boner sliding high up inside her, finding a nice tight fit. "C'mon, baby. Give it to Mommy. Slam that big fucker into me." She reached across the counter and held onto the front edge as Mitch started to really pound her, their slick loins slamming together lewdly.

Mitch gripped her wide hips tightly as he looked down at his throbbing pole going back and forth, the thick veiny shaft glistening with her womanly nectar. He glanced out the window and saw his father flipping the steaks, and then the older man turned and looked right towards them. Mitch's heart skipped a beat as he watched his father squint, and then the older man turned back to the grill, his attention back on the steaks.

Almost sighing with relief, Mitch redoubled his efforts, vigorously thrusting his rock-hard erection balls deep with every cunt-stretching stroke.

"Yessss...yessss...OH FUCKKKKK," Nicole moaned as she started to come, a tingling orgasm shooting from deep in her stretched pussy to every nerve-ending of her body. She'd come really fast, and she knew the taboo riskiness of what they were doing made it all the more exciting.

Mitch felt his mother's quivering pussy clamp down on him as she came, and that was all it took to send him over the edge as well.

"OH FUCK, MOM...GONNA COME!" he gasped out as he slammed his twitching cock to the hilt, just as the first thick rope of cum rifled forth, plastering itself forcefully against the gates of her womb.

"Unh...unh...unh..." Nicole moaned continuously as she continued to climax, her body shaking and spasming deliciously as her son continued to fill her up with his seed, wad after wad of thick teenage cum sluicing its way deep into her clutching birth canal.

"FUCK YESSSSS," Mitch groaned, wrapping himself over his mother's back, his hands sliding between her and the countertop to cup her huge tits, his cock spitting out the last drops of his warm viscous seed as he totally unloaded. Blissfully satisfied, they stayed coupled together, both of them fighting to regain their breath.

"Oh shit! I think he's about to come back in," Nicole gasped out.

Mitch quickly looked up, seeing his father put the last of the steaks on the platter and close the lid of the grill.

"Hurry," Nicole said, reaching back to push Mitch off her. He pulled his spent prick out of her slick pussy, his wet member coming out in a slippery rush. As he stuffed his prick back into his shorts, he saw his mother pull her panties back into place and pull her skirt down. She hurriedly turned around and brushed her hair into place, looking down at the noticeable bulge still visible beneath Mitch's shorts.

"Oh fuck, you've got pussy juice all over the front of your shorts. Quick, sit down at the table," she said, her eyes flicking back to the patio door as she stepped to the stove.

Mitch slid into his chair with the damp stained front of his shorts hidden from view, just as his father slid the patio door open and stepped inside, the delicious smell of the barbecued steaks entering the room with him.

"Just in time," Nicole said breathlessly, pushing a stray lock of hair off her face as she quickly composed herself. She took a deep breath to settle herself before lifting the pot of rice pilaf off the stove and stepped over to the table. She was spooning out a portion onto each of their plates as Rick set the platter down and took his seat.

"Are you okay, honey?" he asked. "You look all flushed."

"Oh, do I? Maybe it's just a middle-aged hot flash," she responded, flipping the serving spoon up in the air in an attempt to make light of his comment.

"Well, as long as you're fine, that's what's important." Nicole waved her hand, as if it was nothing to be concerned about. Rick nodded. "Okay then, let's eat. This looks great."

Mitch and his mother exchanged a knowing smile as they dug into their food, their sexual exertions once again firing up their appetites. About halfway through the meal, Mitch felt his mother gently kicking his foot. When he looked over, she caught his eye and carefully nodded for him to look down. With a quick glance to make sure his dad wasn't watching him, he let his gaze run down her body, where he saw her hand had disappeared beneath the table. She continued to eat with her fork in one hand, while he watched the muscles in her other arm move languidly beneath the skin of the part of her arm he could see. She withdrew her hand from beneath the table, and shielding it from her husband's view, she showed it to her son.