Chapter 10

“What a fucking bitch,” Nicole thought, feeling herself flushing with anger and jealousy already.

Nicole felt herself fuming, and her eyes were welling with tears as she continued to read.

“Another arrow aimed straight at my heart,” Nicole thought-this one about her age.

There it was again, another dig at Nicole, the old bag knowing just as well as Nicole did that the two of them were so much alike that it was hard for them to get along for even a few hours at a time. Nicole could never imagine her and Rick living with Brenda for more than a night or two-and here Brenda was, telling Nicole she hoped Rick and his new bride could stay as long as they wanted. “You really love to rub it in, don’t you, you fucking skank,” Nicole thought, continuing to read.

Nicole noticed the old cow didn’t say anything about Rick’s feelings towards her. Although she was shocked that Rick had gotten married so quickly, she also felt bad that Mitch hadn’t been there. Once again, she blamed herself for the wedge she’d driven between father and son.

“Come and meet his new mother?” Nicole said to herself as she re-read the last line once more. “Fuck that! That little twat isn’t his mother-and she never will be-not if I have anything to say about it!” She knew her mother-in-law was just pushing her buttons, but she also knew it was working-the old bag had definitely gotten under her skin with that comment. Anxious to see what was in the photos, she clicked on the first attachment.

She recognized the happy couple from the previous pictures Brenda had sent some time back, once again these pictures had been taken out by the same pool in Brenda’s backyard. In this first shot, Rick was standing with Sherri by his side, his arm around the SHB’s back as they posed, both of them smiling happily for the camera. A twinge of jealousy shot through Nicole as she looked at the photo, jealous at how happy both of them looked, and jealous at how young and vibrant the girl appeared.

Sherri was wearing a white minidress, and Nicole could see that the dress was covered with delicate lace, which looked wonderfully feminine and pretty-perfect for a wedding dress. The dress formed to Sherri’s spectacular figure attractively, emphasizing her shapely hourglass figure. The sleeveless dress had a deeply scooped neckline, showing off the upper swells of her large breasts. Nicole knew that any man’s eyes would be immediately drawn to the deep alluring line of her cleavage, looking a mile long between the two sumptuous orbs. Her large breasts cast devastatingly deep shadows on her trim waist, with the lacy white dress flowing smoothly over her hips before ending teasingly high on her sexy thighs, mere inches below her pussy. It made Nicole wince, knowing that no one over the age of 30 could get away with wearing a dress that provocatively short.

The SHB’s shapely legs were bare, and glistened invitingly. It looked to Nicole like they were covered with a thin layer of oil, making them look incredibly sexy. She knew because she’d done the same thing to her legs the day they’d gone to the party at Heather Bradshaw’s, the silky leg cream giving off that teasingly sexy look that seemed to make men drool.

Nicole gulped as she looked down at the young woman’s feet, sexily clad in pointy white slingbacks with towering 5” stiletto heels. She thought about Mitch, and how much he loved her in her white slingbacks, and knew she’d never be showing these pictures to him.

Sherri was holding a small bouquet of beautiful yellow flowers, the arrangement a gorgeous mix of vibrant lemon-colored lilies combined with delicate baby’s breath. It looked perfect with the abbreviated and tantalizingly sexy wedding dress.

Nicole looked up at the girl’s face, once again reminded of how beautiful the young woman was as she looked into her gorgeous green eyes, the enchanting orbs glittering like jewels. Her face was beautifully made up, and she looked like the successful model that she was. Her silky black hair framed her lovely features attractively, the shimmering locks pulled up in a loose bun in the back, wispy tendrils of hair trailing teasingly down to lick at her long regal neck. Nicole’s eyes focussed on her matching necklace and earrings, the jewels glittering back at her. They looked gorgeous, and Nicole could tell by how understated and sophisticated they looked, that they had to be real diamonds. These weren’t some gaudy rhinestones-no, these were the real thing. She felt her heart sink, knowing that in all likelihood, these had been a gift from Rick to his new bride.

She clicked on the second picture, this one a close-up of the happy couple. Brenda was right-Nicole couldn’t remember the last she’d seen Rick look this happy either. As she looked at the girl’s face, Nicole had to admit the young woman was stunningly beautiful, and remembering how spectacular the girl’s body was from those lingerie photos Brenda had sent last time, she let out a long sigh, feeling crushed.

She clicked on the next photo, and this shot included Brenda, with the two women standing on either side of Rick. As much as she hated the old bitch, Nicole had to admit Brenda looked fantastic in the cream-colored dress she was wearing. The dress fit the older woman’s body attractively, tight enough to emphasize her mouth-watering curves, but not too tight to look trampy. Brenda’s massive chest and big curvy rear end were the older woman’s most attractive features; and the dress made every full curve and deep valley look fantastic. Like many of Brenda’s dresses, this one was very low-cut, diving down into a V over her huge tits, her cleavage looking temptingly inviting. Deep shadows fell on Brenda’s midsection from the imposing shelf of her tits, and Nicole was impressed by how trim and flat the older woman’s stomach was. The cream-colored fabric hugged teasingly to her full rear end, her wide child-bearing hips looking like they were made for bouncing on a bed all night long. The hem of the slim-fitting pencil skirt ended a few inches above her knees, looking fantastic. She had on a pair of bone-colored high-heeled pumps, her smooth legs left bare, and Nicole couldn’t believe how great her legs looked for a woman past 55. Nicole was impressed by her mother-in-law’s hair, the deep chestnut-red locks falling attractively onto her shoulders as it framed her regal face, the woman being blessed with perfect facial bone structure. For jewelry, she had chosen a set of earrings that matched a chunky necklace made of some kind of dark stone, which offset the cream-colored dress attractively. She had to admit, the woman could still turn heads, that’s for sure.

As Nicole looked at that picture of the three of them, her eyebrows went up questioningly. Both women were leaning on Rick from each side, and whereas Sherri had her hand on Rick’s chest, Brenda had her hand on her son’s upper thigh. All of them had a sly grin on their faces, and Nicole sensed something mischievous in their eyes-as if they all knew something nobody else did. She looked back at that hand of her mother-in-law’s on Rick’s leg ... and she wondered.

There were more pictures, with Brenda in some of those as well. Nicole couldn’t help notice how in most of the photos where she was with Rick, she always seemed to be touching him-his arm, his shoulder, the side of his face-in a way that looked oddly different that you would expect to see a mother touching a son. There was one of her giving her son a congratulatory kiss, and as Nicole stared at their two mouths pressed together, she thought that kiss might not be so innocent as most people thought.

“Naaah ... I must just be imagining it,” Nicole thought, but she couldn’t stop her mind from wondering as she looked at all of the photos again, feeling her blood pressure climbing-knowing for sure that her husband was gone for good. She was angry and jealous, the emotions seething within her. She knew exactly who she was going to take her anger out on-the same person who had been the victim of her wrath for months now-Mitch.

She shut her computer off and went to her dressing room, knowing Mitch would be home shortly. She donned her black leather outfit, complete with stiletto-heeled thigh boots. She opened the package that had been delivered earlier that day-the strapon she’d had made from the mold of Mitch’s very own cock. She’d told him she was going to make a dildo out of it for her own use, but she’d known right from the start that this is what she’d wanted it for, to make strapon to use on him-to fuck him with the perfect likeness of his own huge cock. She fastened it in place, the huge rubber phallus projecting from her midsection like an enormous bludgeon, complete with bulging veins and a huge flaring cock-head, as lifelike as the real thing.

She sat at her dressing table and reached for her makeup brush, selecting a dark smoky tone for her eye shadow, wanting to look as menacing as possible for when her son came home. But when she looked up at the face staring back at her in the mirror, she stopped, shocked by the morbid smile on the woman’s face before her. She sat stock still, staring at the woman, her mind swirling. Was ... was that woman really her? She barely recognized the woman as herself. Who had she become these last number of months? What had happened to her? She felt herself trembling as she looked at herself, thinking of all the things she’d done. It was too late for her and Rick, she knew that. But Mitch, what about Mitch? He had been obsessed with her, fallen in love with her, worshipped her-and once she had him, she’d taken advantage of that. All the things she’d done to the boy who only wanted to love her hit her like a ton of bricks, and she felt ashamed, ashamed of how she’d treated him. She dropped her makeup brush and wept, the tears streaming down her cheeks as she buried her face in hands, her body wracked by sobs of misery, hoping it wasn’t too late.

“Mom, I’m home,” Mitch called out his usual greeting as he came through the door.

“I’m in here, sweetie.” His mother’s voice came from the kitchen, making him pause. Usually when he got home from his summer job at the lumberyard, he’d go straight to his mother’s room, where he’d usually find her spread out with her bum perched high in the air, waiting for him to use his mouth to pleasure her bumhole and pussy before the two of them had dinner. It had been a long time since she’d been in the kitchen when he got home-something had to be up.

The mouth-watering scent of warm garlicy spaghetti sauce hit Mitch’s nostrils as soon as he walked into the kitchen. His mother was standing before the stove, spooning a plateful of spaghetti into a deep-dished pasta bowl.

“Hi, sweetie. I made your favorite,” she said cheerfully, ladling a couple of scoopfuls of the aromatic sauce on top of the pasta.

Mitch saw the tiny meatballs in the thick red sauce, and felt himself salivating in anticipation. His mother’s homemade spaghetti sauce with tiny meatballs had always been his favorite, ever since he was a child. It had been a long time since his mother had made it-he couldn’t remember her making it since his father had left.

“I had some of this sauce in the freezer, but I think it’s still good. Does it smell okay?” she asked as Mitch watched her sprinkle some fresh parmesan on top of it.

“It smells amazing,” Mitch said, totally bewildered by his mother’s behavior. He looked at her as she held her fingers over his plate, sprinkling a handful of the finely grated cheese onto the steaming pasta. She wore a powder blue blouse with little capped sleeves, a number of the buttons undone at the top of the blouse to give him a glimpse of her inviting cleavage. The blouse strained around her generous bustline, the light blue color looking perfect with her blue eyes. Below that she had on a white cotton miniskirt that fit her curvy behind enticingly and ended teasingly high on her full creamy thighs. Her tanned legs were bare, and on her feet she wore a pair of flat strappy white sandals. Her outfit looked casual, but still stunningly attractive.

Mitch looked up to her face. She had just a touch of makeup on, a hint of pink for her eyeshadow, and soft pink lip gloss that made her lips shine invitingly. Her honey-blonde hair was tied back in a ponytail, showing off her lovely features, beautiful even without makeup. With her hair up she looked younger and her face seemed to be glowing with a hint of playfulness. Mitch felt himself smiling as he looked at her. He found himself thinking that she looked ... that she looked happy.

“Are you okay, Mom?” he asked, having been a long time since he’d seen his mother look like this.

“I’m fine, Mitch,” she said, walking over and giving him a quick peck on the cheek before setting his plate down in front of him. She gave him a smile as she pushed him into his chair. “Now eat.” She had a playful tone to her voice as she went back to the sink and washed her hands while Mitch picked up his knife and fork and dug in.

“Oh Mom, this is fantastic,” Mitch said, the rich savory flavor of his mother’s homemade sauce tasting like heaven on his tongue.

“I’m so glad you like it,” Nicole said, taking her seat next to his and patting his arm.

“You’re not eating?” Mitch asked, shoving the second forkful into his mouth.

“I’m going to have something to eat a little later.” Nicole paused, and Mitch saw a serious look come over her face. “Mitchell, I ... I want to apologize to you.”

“Uh ... why?”

“These last months, I don’t think I’ve been myself. I was so angry with what I did to our family that I took it out on you, without even realizing it.”

Mitch could see her eyes misting up, and he felt horrible for her. “But Mom, I’m just as much to blame as anybody.”

“No, Mitchell-as the adult, I should have known better. Don’t you ever think this is your fault.” She paused, stroking Mitch’s arm as she gathered herself. “I took a good hard look at myself today, and I felt ashamed of the way I’ve been treating you. You only wanted to love me, and I took advantage of that-taking my anger at the world out on you. You don’t deserve that, and I’m truly sorry.”

Mitch could see her fighting back the tears, but he could tell she wasn’t going to lose it. He sensed that she’d come to some sort of conclusion, and was just working up to telling him. “That’s okay, Mom. I know it’s been a hard time for all of us. I have to admit, I liked making you happy, no matter what you asked me to do. And I do still love you, Mom-no matter what. I always have, and I always will.”

Mitch could see her misty eyes light up as she beamed with happiness. She squeezed his arm tightly as she smiled. “I know, Mitchell. I love you so much too. I want us to go back-to go back to the way we felt about each other that first weekend. You were so happy that weekend, and I miss seeing that happiness in your eyes. I want that back for you-and for me. I want you in my bed as my lover each and every night-and I’ll do whatever I can to make that up to you.”

Mitch felt his heart swell. This was exactly what he’d always dreamed of. “Oh Mom, I love you so much.”

Nicole leaned forward and they kissed passionately, tenderly-the kiss of lovers. They kissed for a long time before they slowly parted, their foreheads leaning against each other’s tenderly for a moment before they parted.

“Mom, you are so beautiful.” Mitch’s face shone with joy as he looked at his mother, but even as she leaned forward in her chair, he couldn’t help but let his eyes drift down to her deep dark line of cleavage visible in the opening at the throat of her blouse.

Nicole saw where he was looking, and couldn’t help but smile. She was hoping her choice of this blouse and the white power bra she wore beneath would please her son, and it looked like it was. She reached up, her fingers toying with the next button on her blouse. “Would this help your appetite?” she asked, plucking open the button to allow the straining shirt to open wider. Mitch could only nod, mesmerized by the sight of the upper swells of her huge tits coming into view as the tightly-stretched blouse drew further apart.

“Hmmm, maybe another?” Nicole asked teasingly as she opened the next button, most of her bra coming into view as she opened that button, and the next one after that.

“Ohhhnnn...” Mitch couldn’t help but groan as his mother opened her blouse right up and let it slip from her shoulders, her massive 36E breasts alluringly encased in a beautiful white lace bra, the structured cups barely covering her nipples. The voluminous orbs almost spilled over the huge bra cups, the reinforcing pushing her breasts together and up spectacularly.

“That should help make you hungrier. Now, I did say I was going to have something to eat too, didn’t I?” Nicole said as she slipped to her knees beneath the table. “I think a bellyful of thick teenage cum is just what I need.” Mitch watched, totally shell-shocked, as she reached for his belt and pulled off his jeans and underwear, his already stiff prick lurching skyward as soon as she had it free.

“So beautiful,” she cooed warmly as she extended her tongue and licked it from base to tip, before kissing the broad flared head tenderly. “Remember I said someday I wanted to spend the whole night sucking on this thing, just to see how many loads I could get out of it?”

“Yes,” Mitch nodded in agreement as she paused to slide her long pink tongue over the drooling opening at tip of his cock.

“Well, I think that night should be tonight. So you just sit back and enjoy your dinner while Mommy gets started. You eat your dinner, ‘cause I want you to have lots of energy to fill my tummy too.”

Having said that, Nicole leaned forward and slipped her soft pouty lips over his enflamed cock-head and started sucking. Mitch was too excited to even think about eating, but after taking the first load out of him, she made him eat while she slowly nursed at his spent prick, quickly bringing that immense cylinder of flesh back to full salute once more.

She took two loads out of him as he sat at the table, and then a further two while he was watching the game on TV. She then changed into a sexy red teddy as she made him go on his computer and bring up some of his Photoshopped pictures.

Mitch was in heaven, having his mother suck him non-stop as he looked at many of the pictures he had of her in his collection. She took another two loads out him there, and then took him by the hand and dragged him into her bed. She kept him waiting while she went into her dressing room and changed again, this time into an alluring black mesh bodysuit that ran from the tips of her toes to her neck, and down to her wrists, the scintillating black mesh covering nearly her whole body. She paired this tantalizing outfit with a pair of black spike-heeled pumps.

Mitch’s cock was on the rise as soon as he saw his mother in the sexy outfit. “Oh god, Mom. Can I fuck you?” he asked as he reached for her.

“Not tonight, sweetheart. Tonight I’m sucking every last load out of you. Tomorrow’s Friday, so once you get home from work, you can fuck me as much as you want, for as long as you want-but tonight, I want that beautiful cock of yours right here,” she said, pointing to her sexy ovalled lips before crawling between his legs and slipping her mouth back over his stiffening prick.

She worked him over with her mouth for the rest of the night. Mitch felt himself drifting off to sleep at times, but could feel his mother’s talented mouth working its magic even as slumber overtook him. He woke up numerous times during the night, just before he’d go off, flooding his mother’s hot sucking mouth over and over as she ravenously sucked for more.

The beeping of the alarm woke him, and he sat up on his elbows, looking down to see his mother bobbing her head up and down. He could feel his cock was hard as rock, and now she was scratching teasingly around the taut skin of the base with her talon-like nails. The feeling of that tantalizing scratching was all it took to send him over the edge one more time.

“Oh fuckkkkkkk,” he moaned, collapsing back into the pillows and throwing his arm over his face as he flooded her mouth with another big load, splashing her tonsils with hot thick cum. His mother kept sucking for a long time, making sure she got every warm silky drop inside her.

“Mmmm. I don’t think I’m gonna need breakfast after all that,” she said, kissing the tip of his spent cock tenderly.

“How many is that?” Mitch asked, propping himself up on his elbows once more.

“That’s an even dozen since we started,” Nicole said, rubbing his semi-hard dick lovingly against her face. “Shall we go for one more?” She teasingly slipped her lips back over the tip and looked down at Mitch as she started to bob her head, a devilish glint in her eye.

“Fuck me,” Mitch said, collapsing back into the sheets in surrender.

Twenty minutes later, his mother got her thirteenth dose of medicine, and then ushered Mitch into the shower.

He got through his day’s work like a zombie, having gotten some sleep, but having no idea how much. As the day went on, he seemed to come alive, thinking about the weekend ahead with his mother. He planned on fucking her all weekend long, and he hoped she took the opportunity to get some sleep during the day while he was at work-she was definitely going to need it.

When he got home, he called and she answered from her bedroom. When he got to the door, he stood stock-still as he looked inside. His mother stood before him, wearing her wedding dress-just like she’d worn it that first time they made love all those months ago.

“I put this on just for you,” Nicole said, beckoning Mitch to come to her.

Mitch rushed to her and swept her up in his arms, his lips pressing hotly to hers. The wedding dress stayed on for awhile, but not too long. He wanted to see the bewitchingly enchanting lingerie he knew she had on underneath, and once he got the dress off, his hands roamed hungrily over her spectacular body.

They fell onto the bed, and put it to the test over the rest of the weekend, the springs squeaking and complaining in protest as they fucked in every position imaginable. When they weren’t fucking, they were holding each other, talking and laughing like the lovers they had become, both of them gloriously happy.

MANY MILES AWAY, ON SHERRI AND RICK’S WEDDING NIGHT...

Rick withdrew until only the head of his cock remained inside Sherri’s steaming cunt, the pink lips of her pussy circling his prick possessively. He had her folded up like a pretzel, her nylon-clad legs and stiletto-heeled feet pointing skyward.

“Come on, lover, give it to me. Fuck me hard,” she said, reaching down and gripping the sheets tightly as Rick slammed it into her, driving her deep into the mattress.

Rick looked down at his new bride, thrilled by the scintillatingly sexy outfit she was wearing. Her corset was the color of brilliant emerald green, covered with lacy black embroidery-the emerald color looking sensational with her compelling green eyes. The black shoulder straps and garters contrasted boldly with her alabaster skin and inky black hair to make her look bewitchingly enchanting. He felt his cock surge as he looked down at her huge breasts, the massive swells of tit-flesh jiggling and wobbling enticingly within the alluring bra cups as his hips slammed back and forth. She was wearing her diamond necklace and earrings, and they looked sinfully exciting with the erotic lingerie.

The bed was squeaking like crazy, and Rick kept going, jackhammering his thrusting erection to the bottom of her hot cunt with each full-length stroke, the slick oily tissues inside her pulling at his hard prick like a velvety fist. She shook her ass and bucked her hips up to him as they worked together in a blistering rhythm, fucking like animals.

They’d been going at it now for close to twenty minutes, and Rick had been on the verge a couple of times, slowing down just in time to suppress the swelling urges within him, wanting to prolong this delicious fuck. Sherri had already come twice, and the ease with which she could climax never ceased to amaze him. She was insatiable as anything, always wanting more, craving his cock like a nympho.

He looked at her lush red mouth, her lips parted as she gasped wantonly. Her mouth was almost as good as her cunt-which was outstanding. Her pussy was hot and tight, and always bubbling with slick oily nectar. It could grip a cock like it never wanted to let go, and she proved that by working his prick over and over with her talented cunt, the muscles inside her bringing him back to erection faster than he ever thought possible. And that mouth-yes-that gorgeous heart-shaped mouth-a mouth just made for sucking cock. And man, did she love to suck cock-just as much as she loved to fuck. She sucked like a vacuum cleaner, her cheeks hollowing in invitingly to press teasingly against his rigid shaft, her lips pursed provocatively forward as her head bobbed incessantly up and down every time she sucked him off. She’d moan continuously as she sucked, her soft purrs and lustful moans like the lurid sound of an animal in heat, wanting more and more. He thought about all of her hot wet orifices. When his cock wasn’t inside one of her holes, she always had another hole eagerly willing to be of service.

Rick smiled as he continued to feed his turgid erection into the depths of her incendiary cunt, watching her shake and thrash about as she pulled him deeper into her, wanting to feel every hard thick inch of his cock stretching and filling her weeping little box. He pulled back and slammed it home, bottoming out once more.

“Oh fuck ... yes ... yes ... YESSSSSSSSSSSS!” Sherri groaned loudly as she came again, a powerful orgasm blossoming from the depths of her squeezing snatch and shooting to every tingling nerve ending of her body.

When she started to come, it sent Rick over the edge as well. He drew back one last time and hammered his cock to the bottom of her cunt, just as the first rope of semen spewed from the tip of his cock.

“UHHHHGGGGNNNN,” he groaned, pressing his loins flush up against her shaven pussy as he came, flooding her juicy trench with cum.

Sherri was thrashing about like a wildcat, her hips bucking and twisting as she climaxed, her gripping twat squeezing his cock, milking out every last drop of his masculine seed. She could feel Rick filling her right up, and loved it. Loved knowing his thick creamy cum was deep inside her.

Their mutual orgasms finally waned, and they held tight to each other, gasping as they fought to regain their breath.

“Well, that looked like fun,” Rick’s mother’s voice reached them from across the room. They both looked over to see the matriarch rising from the easy chair she’d been watching from, her buxom form looming over them imposingly as she approached the bed.

Brenda was dressed in full leather, something her son loved to see her in. Her black leather corset fit her voluptuous figure spectacularly, the heavily-structured bra cups beautifully encasing her voluminous breasts. The massive swells jiggled enticingly as she strode across the room, her thigh-high black leather boots giving her an ominously erotic look. The boots were fetishly perverse, with wickedly pointy toes and sky-high heels that looked like they could pierce steel. She knew her son had always loved her in boots like that.