Shelby Lane looked herself up and down in her bedroom mirror. At 42 years old, she was damn proud of how she looked and knew she would feel that way for quite some time. She worked out regularly and ate right, and it showed.
Her perky breasts strained against her tight t-shirt. Her heart-shaped ass looked like her jeans had been sewn on around it. Her long, silky blond hair cascaded down to her shoulders, and her plump lips looked achingly inviting.
It was just a pity that her husband wouldn't be around this weekend to appreciate her appearance. She loved getting all fancied up for him, but he was going to be out of town for work for a few days, so there wasn't much point in it. Still, she figured she'd get some light teasing in before he left, that way he'd be thinking about her the entire time he was gone. When he returned, the damn of desire was sure to burst with raw intensity.
She turned from her mirror and left her room, then padded down the steps and turned into the kitchen where her husband Steve and their three sons were all chatting.
"There she is! Her husband greeted her with a smile.
Shelby flashed him a dazzling grin. "Good morning honey." She approached him and planted a kiss on his cheek.
"Hi, Mom." Her oldest son Bryce said.
Her other sons echoed similar greetings.
"Sweetie, do you really have to be gone all weekend?" She asked, doing her best 'puppy dog eyes' face.
Steve smiled apologetically. "Sorry babe, you know I gotta'. But I'll be back Monday afternoon."
"Wait, I thought you were only gonna be gone til' Sunday?" Tommy, her youngest, chimed in.
"I'll only be working until Sunday." The father corrected. "Wasn't able to book a flight back until the next day.
"Lame," Bryce commented as he sipped coffee
"Why don't ya take mom with ya?" Tommy joked. "We could have a lot of fun in one weekend with an empty house."
Steve guffawed. "In your dreams kiddo."
The boys all chuckled.
Shelby leaned in close to Steve's ear and whispered. "Hurry back. We're gonna have a lot of fun when you're home again."
"Alright, I'm outta here," Bryce said with a comedically exaggerated grimace, then began to walk out of the kitchen.
"Yeah, get a room, guys." Tommy joked as he followed his older brother on.
Connor merely smiled shyly as he followed the other two out.
"The whole house is my room." Steve called after them as they left.
Shelby wrapped her arms around her husband and smiled. "I'm serious, though. You better hurry back."
He grimes back at her salaciously. "Believe me, babe, I will."
He gave her a quick peck on the lips, then glanced at the clock on the kitchen wall.
"Well, I guess I better take off." He said, breaking away from their embrace.
"I'll miss you." He said as he picked up his briefcase off of the table.
"You better." She said
Steve made his way out through the living room, saying his goodbyes to the boys as he went. He went out to the driveway, hopped in his car, and with one final wave at his family, he was off.
The rest of the morning was quiet. The boys went up to their rooms and played games on their consoles, and Shelby sat in her office and began working on the novel she'd been writing.
She typed away for a while, losing track of time. This book was her mission. She had vowed to spend at least a few hours writing each day until it was done.
After a while, Connor poked his head into her office and announced that he'd be going out for a while.
"Alright, sweetie." She said with a warm smile. "Have fun."
Shelby stepped out of her office and made her way to the kitchen. She took a cup from the cabinet, opened the fridge, and poured herself a glass of juice.
She noticed that it was quiet in the house, other than Tommy mowing outside. But as the lawnmower moved further out to the edge of the yard, she realized the house was not silent. Not quite.
From up on the second floor, she could hear something. It was a sound a person was making. A groaning of some kind. But it sounded female. This didn't make much sense as Shelby was the only woman in the house.
Idle curiosity drove her to investigate the second floor and wander up the stairs. As she grew closer, the sounds became unmistakable. Someone was moaning in pleasure. She followed her ears until they led her right to Bryce's door, which had been slightly ajar.
"Harder! Harder!" The voice of a woman rasped.
From this distance, Shelby could also hear the unmistakable sound of flesh slapping against flesh.
"You like that?" She heard Bryce say in a confident but physically shaky voice.
"Fuck yeah!" The female voice responded.
"Fuck you're tight!" Bruce grunted out.
Shelby stood there in shock, not quite sure what to think. Bryce was 20 years old, so she figured it was logical to assume he was sexually active by now. But still, the sound of hearing him engaging in this illicit act was quite a shock.
"Call me by your mom's name!" The girl demanded.
Shelby felt like a bucket of ice water had just been dumped on her. She froze like a deer in headlights, and every nerve in her body felt like it had been shocked with electricity.
"Oh yeah?" Bryce said, apparently thinking it over. "You'd get off on that?"
"Yes! Do it!" The girl demanded.
Bryce hesitated, and for a moment, there was only the sound of him pounding into the girl.
"Shelby." He said, barely loud enough for the mother.
"Louder!" The girl said.
"Shelby!" He said it with more confidence. It sounded like he had begun fucking her harder
too.
"I said louder!" The girl said with impressive authority.
"I don't want her to hear." Bryce complained.
"I don't care!" Bryce's lover shouted.
"Shelby!" He obediently cried out, possibly loud enough that she would have heard it from downstairs!
"Keep yelling it!" The kinky girl shouted.
"Shelby!" He called out it again.
"Oh god, are you gonna cum?"
"Fuck yeah!"
"Do it! Fucking cum in me!"
Shelby couldn't listen anymore. She dragged herself away from the scene, all the while trying to ignore several different feelings. Shelby tried to ignore the fact that she didn't even know Bryce was seeing someone. And she tried to ignore the fact that Bryce had shouted his mother's name while fucking her. Most importantly, she tried to ignore the warm tingling sensation she felt between her legs from the whole scenario.
After that, Shelby found it difficult to concentrate on her writing. She couldn't hear the young lovers from her office, but that didn't stop her kind from chewing on the situation. What she hated most was the fact that the warmth between her thighs refused to dissipate. For now, she did her best to ignore the situation. After all, what else could she do?
Eventually, she decided to leave her office again to stretch her legs. So she stood up from her desk and walked out into the living room. To her slight horror, she came face to face with Bryce, who was sitting on the couch, watching TV.
"Hi, Mom." He said casually as nothing had happened.
"Hi, honey." She did her best to sound natural, but that felt impossible.
Then suddenly, she had an idea. She didn't know where it came from. It was a terrible idea. But some impulse inside her caused her to go with it.
"I'm gonna grab a movie to watch while I work out in my office." She told him. "Mind if I step in front of the TV for a second?"
He shook his head. "No, not at all."
Shelby stepped between him and the TV and bent down to reach for the DVD Cabinet underneath. Her ass strained against her already for fitting jeans, and she could swear she felt Bryce's eyes watching her.
She stalled as much as she could, acting as if she was struggling to decide on a movie. In actuality, her eyes were darting around, looking for a reflective surface with which to see Bryce's gaze. No luck. After she'd spent what she considered enough time searching, she grabbed a random movie and stood up.
She turned to look at Bryce and glanced at his thin athletic shorts. She was greeted with one brief glimpse of a rock solid hard on before he sat forward and crossed his legs.
She pretended not to see it, smiled politely, and made her way back to her office.
She closed the door behind her as if she were trying to hide from him. She then realized how insane this all was. So he had a boner. He was a young guy. No reason to make that a big deal, right?
But then, combined with the fact that he had just been shouting her name while fucking someone...
No. She had to put that out of her mind.
She moved away from the door and put her movie in the DVD player. Then, she realized she was still wearing her normal clothes. She would need to change into her workout clothes before she exercised. That meant going back out through the living room and facing Bryce again.
But then, was that bad? Maybe it was a little flattering that he looked at her this way. Or perhaps he didn't look at her this way. After all, it was the girl that mentioned the idea. It was something he went within the heat of passion.
She hated admitting it, but that notion almost felt a little disappointing. But why? It wasn't like she actually wanted him to see her that way. In fact, she would obviously be horrified if she knew he felt that way. Wouldn't she?
Another terrible idea popped into her head. Once again, before she had time to consider what a terrible idea it indeed was, she found herself acting on it.
She once again approached the door of her office and stepped out into the living room. What made this trip different was, as soon as she was out of her office, she reached for the hem of her t shirt, and flung it off in one fluid motion.
She felt like she'd just been set on fire the moment she did it. Her skin tingled, and her mind ran in circles, trying to figure out why she had just done that. She didn't dare meet Bryce's gaze but she knew she was in full view of him. She simply walked as casually as possible toward the stairs leading up to her bedroom.
As she climbed the stairs, her ears practically rang from the adrenaline. She couldn't stop asking herself why, in god's name, she'd just done that. She told herself it was to see how Bryce would react, but why would she want to test such a thing? Besides, she hadn't even stayed to look at his reaction.
She made it to her room and almost melted with relief. It was only now that she realized her heart was pounding so loud she could hear it. Why had she just done that? Why?
She changed out of the rest of her clothes and began to change into her workout clothes when she heard someone walk past her room. She finished changing, approached the door, pressed her ear to it, and listened to see if anyone was out in the hall. Then she realized just how absurd that was.
She stepped out into the hall, now wearing yoga pants and a tank top. She was immediately aware of the fact that the top showed quite a bit of her generous cleavage, and her yoga pants certainly didn't hurt her ass, either.
'Whatever.' She thought. It was what she always wore when she worked out.
Still, another impulse itched at her brain. She slowly crept over to Bryce's room, careful not to make a sound, leaned in and listened against the door.
"Oh fuck yeah." She heard him mumble softly. She could hear the distinct sound of him pleasuring himself.
No matter. Didn't mean anything. Or it didn't, until Shelby heard him mumble again.
"Mom."
The rest of the day had played out essentially without incident. At least outwardly. Inwardly, Shelby Lane's mind was still a mess from the implications.
She had worked out briefly, too distracted to even watch the movie she had chosen. Then after a quick shower She had cooked dinner and ate with the boys in a daze, all the while avoiding Bryce's gaze. The 3 brothers made small talk, and Shelby joined in when something was relevant to her but other than that she stayed silent.
After dinner, the boys all split off to do their own things, and Shelby went to her room to read for the rest of the night. Or at least she tried to read. In reality, her eyes flitted over the pages without absorbing any of the words.
How was she supposed to live normally after this? She couldn't just forget about what had happened. The structure of her home life had changed forever in a single day. And over such little things.
No. She had to forget about it. It was nothing. He was a hormonal young guy, of course he had weird thoughts. It didn't matter.
What did matter was the soft but undeniable arousal she felt. Even now, sitting alone in her room, determined to let the situation go, she knew she was going to act on these feelings sooner or later. It was inevitable.
Sleeping on it hadn't seemed to help. As soon as she woke up the next day, the first thing she thought about was what she should wear to grab Bryce's attention. A ridiculous thought, and one she tried to cast aside. Even as she put on a tight tank top and the skimpiest jean shorts she could possibly find.
With her tits threatening to spill out of her top, and her ass hanging out of her shorts, she left her room feeling a curious mix of shame and excitement. She bounded down
The stairs and came face to face with Connor in the living room.
"Hi, Mom." He said casually, seemingly not thinking much Of her attire.
"Where are your brothers at?" She asked as she watched him take a seat on the couch.
He shrugged. "Tommy went out to meet someone for breakfast. Bryce is out by the pool." He turned the TV and began scrolling through Netflix.
Shelby wandered out to the pool, not even knowing what she planned to do. She was like a passenger in her own body.
She stepped outside and felt the pleasant summer heat wash over her. She saw Bryce floating in the pool and gave him an awkward wave. She suddenly wished she was wearing more. An absurd thought, really. It was a hot day, and this wasn't the first time she'd dressed like this.
"Hey, Mom," Bryce said. Was he checking her out, or was it her imagination?
"How's the water?" She asked.
"It's good! Get in!" He confirmed with excitement.
"Maybe later." She said with a shrug. "After breakfast. Besides, I don't have my suit on."
"Go get it then." He chided with a smile. "You'll get cramps if you swim right after eating."
"That's a myth, ya know."
He just shrugged and smiled again.
"I'll swim later, after breakfast. It's supposed to be nice all day." She wasn't sure why she was refusing. It was like she knew she would do something she would regret if she got in the pool with him now. But they'd swam together before; what was wrong with that?
She tore her gaze from him, wondering how it had taken her until just now to notice how muscular he'd gotten.
She'd made breakfast for the boys and gathered them for another awkward meal. Near as she could tell, neither Connor nor Bryce noticed she was quiet again. However, she could have sworn Bryce stole a few brief glances at her cleavage. The side of her that tried to chalk it up to her imagination was starting to lose out against the side of her that liked it.
After breakfast, the two brothers thanked her for cooking and helped clear the table. Then Connor announced he would be leaving to spend the day with his girlfriend.
Bryce returned to the pool, and Shelby was left with the realization that she was now alone with him. She could do any number of things. She could go work out, she could write more, she could even go out somewhere. But instead, she chose to go back out to the pool again.
"Decide to go for a swim yet?" Bryce said, relaxing in a chair near the pool.
"Maybe." She responded. "I was thinking maybe I'd just tan for a bit."
"You'll still have to change into your bathing suit for that." he pointed out.
"Are you really that eager to see me in a bikini?" She said it without thinking.
Bryce was silent for just half a moment, but the half moment was long enough for Shelby to think she'd made a horrible mistake. Then he said, "I mean, I've seen people who look worse in a bikini."
There was that damn tingle between her legs again. She had no idea what the decent, sensible thing to do was right now. She wasn't even sure there was such an option. So, instead of dwelling on that, she winked at him and said, "I'll be back out in a moment."
She turned around, and headed back into the house, and up to her room. She realized her hands were shaking slightly as she opened her dresser to look for a suit. She found the tiniest, skimpiest one she owned and began to strip off her normal clothes.
She slipped into the bikini and felt more exposed than when she normally wore it. Being exposed was of course the point, but she just couldn't quite calm her nerves enough to face Bryce like this under the context. She pulled her Jean shorts back on over the bikini bottoms. They hardly covered much more, however. It was simply to create the illusion of being more modest.
With her new attire on, she headed back downstairs and towards the back door. She took a deep breath and thought about the situation. She was going to seduce Bryce. She had to be honest about it if she wanted to succeed. And she desperately wanted to succeed, despite the shame she felt from acknowledging that.
She stepped outside and greeted Bryce with an ear-to-ear smile, and she wondered if he knew why she was smiling. He grinned back at her, and somehow, she felt he knew full well what she intended.
"You still have your shorts on, though." He said, and she could have sworn it sounded like a complaint.
"Well, I'm just gonna tan for now." She said, feeling more defensive than she knew she should.
"But it's so hot out." He was definitely complaining now.
She locked eyes with him, and the 2 were silent for just a split second longer than they should have been.
"Um," she said, just to say anything at all. "How about this." She reached for her fly and unbuttoned, then unzipped her shorts, exposing the front of her bikini bottoms. She made a point of doing it slowly. Somehow, the act felt more sexual than if she'd simply taken her shorts off.
Bryce grinned as if it was Christmas morning and he'd just found her under the tree. "That looks much more comfortable." He joked.
"Hush." She said, smiling playfully
She strode over to one of the lawn chairs they'd placed by the pool and sat down in it. It was about this time she realized she didn't really have any further plans for teasing him.
She sat there in the chairs, feeling the sun washing over her; she closed her eyes and wished she'd thought to bring out some sunglasses so that she could watch Bryce without being obvious about it.
"Shouldn't you be wearing sunscreen?" His voice broke her from her thoughts.
"I guess I should." She really had been distracted by him. She sunbathed reasonably often, and she always remembered to grab sunscreen and sunglasses.
"I can get it for you!" There was a bit of eagerness in her voice.
"No!" She said quickly. He looked noticeably disappointed. "That's alright. I can get it."
She knew where his mind was likely going. Or at least she thought she had an idea where it might be going. And she wasn't ready for that just yet.
She stood up and wandered back inside slowly. She had calmed down somewhat now. Or her hands had stopped shaking, at least. She almost laughed at the fact that she was congratulating herself for not letting her son rub lotion all over her bikini-clad body.
She went to her room, collected her sunglasses and lotion, then made her way back outside where Bryce was still swimming. She sat back down in the same chair as before, put the sunglasses on, and opened the bottle of lotion.
She avoided looking up at him, but she knew Bryce was watching her off and in as he swam. She could get small, brief pauses in his splashing as he did his laps around the pool.
She pointed a bit of the lotion into her hands and began to lather up her arms. Simple enough so far. That being said, she could feel Bryce's gaze, and she had a strong suspicion he was enjoying watching her skin glisten in the sun.
She spread it around more, progressing to her shoulders, chest, and stomach. The pauses in Bryce's swimming sounded like they were gradually getting more common. From there, she moved to her back, which she could fortunately reach due to her long, flexible arms. After that, she moved to her stomach and finally down to her legs.
As she spread the sunscreen up and down her thighs and calves, she heard the splashing one to an absolute stop. Had he given up on trying to be subtle? Was he just floating leisurely?
She pondered this as she continued to caress her legs. Her heart pounded away as she could swear she felt Bryce's gaze washing over her. She wondered if he was hard in his swimming trunks.
Once her entire body was covered in lotion, she looked up at Bryce, who was indeed staring at her, eyes wide. He had the distinct look of someone caught doing something wrong.
"Enjoy the show?" She said with a coy smirk.
His eyes seemed to grow even wider. "Uh," he said, looking around in a panic. "Sorry, I was just, like, distracted."
"Relax, the whole reason I did that was so you'd watch me." Her pussy felt like it was on fire. Why on earth had she said that?
"Really?" Bryce asked incredulously.
"Sure. I like attention just like anyone else." She smiled casually.
He thought for a second. "Well, I guess I like giving attention."
"Oh yeah? Then why are you just staring instead of telling me how good I look?"
He shrugged. "You already know how good you look."
She made a pouty face at him and found it odd how natural this all felt. "That doesn't mean I don't like being reminded."
He playfully rolled his eyes. "Okay, fine. You look good. Like really good."
"Aw, come one." She leaned forward. "You can do better than that."
"I'm not really good at this." He said.
"I'll take my shorts off if you do better." She raised her eyebrows.
He paused for a moment. "You've worn that bikini without shorts before." He pointed out.
"Yes, I have, and I bet you liked it."
He shrugged. "I mean, yeah."
"So, what did you like about it?" She prodded
He considered his next words carefully before speaking. "I mean your butt looked pretty good in it I guess."
She frowned in a joking manner. "I guess I'll take what I can get."
She slowly stood up, and her mind screamed at her to stop, but the warmth between her legs demanded she continue. She slowly slid her jean shorts down her legs, making damn sure it looked as sensual as possible. Once they were at her ankles, she casually kicked them off to the side.
"How do I look now?" She posed for him with her hands on her hips.
He grinned ear to ear. "Perfect."
She grinned back at him, and swayed her hips back and forth just a little.
Suddenly, they heard a door slam.
"Anyone home?" Tommy called from inside the house.
Both Shelby and Bryce paled. They knew that even though they technically hadn't done anything, what happened was wrong, and they'd come very close to being caught.
Trying to act as naturally as possible, Shelby went to the pool and jumped in. Just after, Tommy stepped out of the back door of the house.
"How's the water?" He inquired.
"Good." Bryce said. Shelby wondered if Tommy noticed how awkward he sounded.
"How was breakfast?"
"It was good." Tommy started to head back inside. "Anyway, if you need me, I'll be practicing guitar in my room."
As he went back inside, Shelby and Bryce exchanged an awkward glance. It was hardly possible to go back to their previous banter. But then, continuing on like nothing had happened didn't seem like a very appealing option either. So, for a moment, they merely floated in the pool in painful silence.
"I guess we have to behave now." Bryce said out of nowhere with a dark smile.
Shelby hadn't quite expected him to be so brazen after that recent mood killer.
"It's a shame, right?" She came back.
The two swam for a while, and everything remained innocent enough. After a while, it was clear both were getting a bit frustrated with the complications of the current situation. Bryce was the first to climb out of the pool.
"I'm gonna go inside and uh..." he thought for a moment. "Hang out in my room."
She wondered if that meant what she thought it did. "Have fun." She said, in a tone that was just a bit more sultry than it should have been.
She stayed in the pool for a bit longer. Wondering what Bryce really was up to in his room. Was he touching himself? Was he thinking of her? Was he imagining what it would have been like if their simple flirting had turned more steamy?
Eventually she climbed out of the pool and decided to work out. She dried off and headed up to her room. Once there, she changed into her athletic clothes: yoga pants and a tight tank top.
When she stepped out of her room, she had an urge to walk to Bryce's door and see what she heard. So that's just what she did. She stepped up to it, and laid her ear gently against the wood. She strained her hearing, knowing he was likely trying to be quiet.
Sure enough, she heard the unmistakable sound of low, pleasures groans. She could also hear the sound of him jerking his no doubt rock-hard cock. She shuddered slightly as the mental image polluted her mind.
As she had been doing more and more lately, she followed an impulse. She knocked on his door. Three simple taps, sounding as casual as possible.
She heard a bit of shuffling and then a casual enough "Come in."
She took a deep breath, turned the knob, and swung the door open. "Sorry to bother you." She began sheepishly. " I was just wondering if you could help me with something."
He stood up from his seat on the bed. "No problem. What's up?"
She nearly froze. She hasn't thought this through. "Um, I was just...wondering if you could help me find one of your dad's tools in the shed outside."
He nodded. "Yeah, no problem."
She flashes him the most dazzling smile she could manage. "Thanks. Follow me." She turned and began leading him out through the house.
She took him out to the backyard and brought him to the shed.
"So, what are you trying to find?" Bryce asked as Shelby opened the door.
"Um, I forget what it's called." She said to buy time.
She headed inside with him and flicked on the lights. "I think it might be on the top shelf." she lied.
She leaned in close to one of the walls lined with shelves full of various gadgets. "Up there maybe?" She pointed to the top.
Bryce came up behind her, and she was acutely aware that he was standing a little closer than he normally did. "But what am I looking for."
"I can't remember what it's called." She said. "Can you just reach up there and see what you find?" She took a slight step back and could have sworn she felt something hard press into her ass for just a second before Bryce stepped back.
Her blood ran boiling hot. Was he really hard for her right now?
"I'll try." Bryce said as he stretched his arm towards the top shelf. It was clear he couldn't reach without getting closer.
"Oh, sorry, I'm in your way." Shelby said, with a cheeky smile on her face. She stepped forward again and pressed up against the shelves, allowing Bryce to get closer but forcing him to close the gap between them.
"I don't think there's anything up here." He said as he felt around.
"No, I'm sure it's up there." She insisted. Then, she took a deep breath and cursed herself for what she was about to do.
She pressed herself back against him and felt without question that he was absolutely rock hard. He instinctively began to step back, but she stepped with him, not allowing him to ease his hard-on away from her tight ass.
"Sorry." She said, doing her best to sound oblivious. "Just keep reaching"
He took a hesitant step forward. He was now only half-heartedly searching the top shelf. He seemed to be catching on.
"Is there anything up there?" She pushed her hopes harder back into his. He didn't move away.
"Um," he stuttered. "I think there might be some bolt cutters up here."
She pressed her ass into him harder. This time he pressed his own hips forward, pushing his raging hard-on further into her ass, which was covered only by her thin yoga pants.
"But I don't think the thats what you're looking for." He leaned further forward and gently placed his hand on Shelby's hip. He was catching on.
As he pressed into her, she pressed right back, pinning his erecting between her sculpted ass cheeks. By now, they were practically just grinding, like a couple in a nightclub. All the while, he was still reaching for the top shelf.
"No, just..." she was running out of excuses. "Just keep looking." She pressed even harder into him, and he followed her lead.
She could feel him throbbing through both of their pants. There was no doubt in her mind. He desperately wanted to be inside of her. He felt enormous, and she found herself wondering what he would feel like sliding into her. She scolded herself for the thought, convincing herself that this wasn't nearly as bad as all that.
"Hey, are you guys out here?" A voice called from outside the shed.
Connor was coming towards the shed
Shelby and Bryce both stepped away from each other. They both stared at the ground, avoiding eye contact. Before speaking, Shelby grabbed a drill off of the shelf. "In here." She called to Connor.
Her other son stepped into the shed. "Bryce was helping me find your dad's drill." There was no way Connor even suspected what had just happened, yet she still felt like she had to explain herself carefully. "It's always such a mess out here."
Connor nodded. "Yeah, it's been a while since Dad cleaned this place up. Anyway, I was wondering if we could order pizza tonight?"
Shelby smoked pleasantly. "Yeah, sure, honey, that's fine."
"Awesome." He proclaimed. "Wings, too?"
"Sure!" She nodded.
"Cool." And with that, he left and began walking toward the house. Shelby could hear him already making the call to their favorite pizza place.
Shelby and Bryce locked eyes. The tension between them still lingered, thick as molasses. Shelby wondered if there would ever be any coming back from this.
"Ya know I think I was wrong." Shelby set the drill back on the shelf. "I don't think I needed this after all."
Bryce nodded. "Oh, okay. Well, it was fun helping you anyway."
Shelby gave him a seductive smile. "I'm glad ya' thought so."
She leaned forward and placed a kiss on his cheek, just barely grazing the corner of his lips. "I'll see you later." She whispered breathily and swiftly exited the shed.
Shelby woke up the following day, already horny. She showered and got dressed, then stood in front of her dresser, trying to decide what to wear.
She wasn't even pretending to be bothered by how much time she spent thinking about this. She wanted Bryce to think she was hot. There was no point in fighting that anymore.
She selected a pair of black jean shorts so skimpy; her ass popped out the bottom of them and a skin-tight, white tank top. She thought about skipping a bra but couldn't quite muster that much courage. So, instead, she went for something black and lace.
She went about her day mostly normally. The boys all lounged around the house, outside by the pool, in the living room, texting friends, studying for school, or gaming in their rooms. All the while, Shelby and Bryce traded the occasional flirtatious smirk. Nothing was said while the others were watching, or even that they would notice if they were. But to Bryce and Shelby, the message was clear. They were making blatant 'fuck me' eyes.
Shelby did her best to behave normally. She didn't want to scare him by going too fast. So, throughout the day, she did what she usually did. She worked out and did some writing and housework. Several times, she caught Bryce looking like he ached to bend her over the nearest piece of furniture. And if she were candid with herself, she likely would not have complained if he did.
Eventually, as night fell and the day began to wind down, Connor suggested a movie night. The family agreed, and Connor selected something on Netflix.
Once everyone was gathered in the living room, Connor sat on the couch in the middle of the room, and Tommy took an armchair to the left of said couch. Meanwhile, Shelby sat on a loveseat to the right and was pleasantly surprised when Bryce sat beside her with a playful grin. She gave him a wink, but neither said anything as the film began.
Shelby wasn't paying enough attention to the movie, and she got the feeling that Bryce wasn't either. Just sitting next to him made her already aroused mind go into overdrive. The warmth between her legs was more like a raging fire right now.
She felt the need to escalate things. The fact that Tommy and Connor were sitting in the same room should have dissuaded her, but in reality, all it did was contribute to the electric tension in the room. Besides, the room was dark except for the light of the TV. It was unlikely the others would pay them any mind at all.
Shelby casually laid a hand on Bryce's knee to gauge his reaction. However, he had no reaction at all. Since no reaction was a complaint, Shelby believed he was on board with her thought train. So she slid her hand just a couple of inches higher. Just enough to make her message clear.
He just picked up on it because after that, he reached his arm over and draped it around her. She grinned from ear to ear, knowing that he was signaling her back that he was into this. She had his permission to push the envelope more.
She leaned against him and laid her head on his shoulder. Then she slid her hand a couple of inches higher on his leg. It was barely halfway up his thigh, yet the implication was clear to both.
Tommy and Connor traded comments back and forth, seemingly oblivious to what was going on just a few feet away from them. The risk presented threatened to cause an overload of arousal in Shelby's mind. She found herself rubbing her thighs together, desperate for stimulation of any kind.
She slid her hand yet high up Bryce's thigh and crossed her leg in such a way that her left calf was dangling between his legs. She briefly lifted her head from Bryce's shoulder to give him a warm smile, which he returned, along with an affectionate squeeze from the arm he had wrapped around her. She then laid her head back down, this time on his chest, and realized that his heart was beating a mile a minute. Not just beating. It was pounding.
She smiled to herself. So, he really was getting as much of a kick out of this as she was. There was certainly no turning back now. There would be no forgetting this or returning to a typical family dynamic. Already. Just through a bit of flirting and teasing, their lives had changed forever.
So be it, Shelby thought to herself. In for a penny, in for a pound. She wasn't about to come this far just to stop in her tracks.
So she slid her hand even higher, her fingers now resting less than an inch away from Bryce's crotch. She squeezed his thigh and then felt something touch her hand. A hard-on. He was getting harder by the second. It had grown straight towards her hand once she had excited him. It was now pressed against her fingers firmly enough that there would be no way of pretending this interaction was anything less than overtly sexual.
She lifted her head again and brought her mouth to his ear, whispering so only he could hear. "Enjoying the movie huh?"
She leaned away to see his expression.
He smiled and whispered in her ear the same as she had done to him. "I haven't thought about it once since it started."
She leaned in again. "Well, you're certainly enjoying something." She teased his ear lobe with her tongue.
Finally, she decided to cross a whole knee line. She moved her hand entirely over the crotch of his jeans and aggressively grabbed a handful of his throbbing hard-on. He shifted in his seat slightly, seemingly not expecting this escalation. But he certainly didn't argue.
She gave his cock a squeeze and she felt it flex in her grip. She smiled and gave his ear a playful nibble. She could hear his breathing beginning to intensify. Her smile widened and she began to stroke him through his pants.
He let out the slightest bit of a sigh. Nothing that his brothers would pick up on, but Shelby could tell it was a sigh of restrained pleasure. She loved knowing that she'd given him this reaction and it made her wonder what he would sound like moaning for her.
She decided to give him even more of a good time, so she reached over and grabbed his right hand, brought towards her, and placed it directly against her boobs. Again, she felt his hard-on throb with delight. Bryce didn't do anything, however. He simply sat there happily, with her hand on his cock and his hand on her boob.
"Don't be shy." She whispered. "Give it a squeeze."
He complied and gave her breast a good, firm squeeze. Once again, she felt his hard-on flex in her hand. Shelby shuddered with pleasure.
As the movie went on and the two continued to grope each other, Shelby's patience and willpower rapidly dwindled. All this teasing and flirting wasn't enough to entertain her anymore. Her mind was made up. She needed more.
She once again moved to whisper in his ear. "Ya know, I think I'm tired and need to head to bed early." She gave his cock a hard squeeze. "And I think you'll wait a few minutes, and then you'll say the same thing." She moved away from his ear and tried to give him a sultry smile, but she was pretty sure it came off as more of a sloppy grin.
She abruptly stood and announced "Ya' know I'm kinda' tired." She said to the others. "I think I'm gonna call it a night early." She began to leave the living room and headed towards the stairs.
"Okay."
"Night, Mom."
"Goodnight."
Her three boys all said in succession.
"Goodnight boys." She said, her tone sounding slightly more suggestive than she meant for it to.
With that, she went up the stairs, into her room, and closed the door behind her.
Shelby sat on her bed in her skimpy shorts and tank top, treading a fine line between excitement and regretting everything she'd done for the past couple of days. She didn't know how long she'd been sitting here, but Bryce hadn't come up yet. Had she pushed him too far? Had she gotten entirely the wrong message from him?
She had made a terrible mistake, she decided. She'd ruined her life over a single weekend, and for what? What was she thinking?
She was so nervous, she realized her hands were shaking slightly. She felt sick, and her head was spinning a little. But in spite it all that, she couldn't seem to forget the raw, unbridled arousal she felt.
Suddenly there was a soft knock at her door. A few light taps, as if trying to prevent anyone else from hearing.
"Come in." She said shakily.
The door swung open and Bryce stepped in, looking uncertain about what he was doing here.
"You said to um, come up and see you?" He sounded as nervous as she felt.
"I..." she began cautiously. "I only meant if you wanted to."
"No, I wanted to!" He answered quickly.
She stood and began to slowly walk toward him. "Want to what?" She asked him, the confidence gradually returning to her voice."I wanna continue what we started on the couch tonight."
She smiled. "I think it started long before that, don't you?"
"I guess so." He answered. "When do you think it started?
"Hmmm." She thought about it. "I don't know, exactly. But do you know what I do know?"
He looked at her quizzically.
She made sure her next words sounded as sensual and inviting as she could manage. "I want you to kiss me."
"I guess I could do that." He told her.
"Well?"
He stared back at her for a moment, apparently readying himself. Then, he leaned toward her. He brought his face in close to hers and pressed a gentle kiss to her cheek.
He leaned back and waited for a reaction.
"Thanks." She said with a smile. "But that's not really what I meant. Do you wanna try again?"
He chuckled awkwardly. "Okay, sure."
He leaned in again, this time placing his hands on her hips. This time, he gingerly placed his lips against hers, giving her an affectionate little peck, and then withdrew again. His hands, however, stayed on her hips.
"Much better." She told him. "But I think you can do better still. Kiss me again, but this time..." she paused for dramatic effect, then leaned toward his ear and whispered slowly, each syllable dripping with desire. "Like you fucking mean it."
He let out the slightest shudder, and she could tell that he was on fire with arousal. She gave him a wink and waited for him to make another move.
Once again, he moved in close and touched his lips to hers. Except this time, he parted his lips and slid his tongue out, coaxing her own mouth open just enough for him to slide his tongue inside. He massaged her tongue with his and he reacted by returning the favor, curling her tongue around his.
He pulled her close to him, and she felt his still throbbing hard-on press into her. She reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck as the two continued to kiss. They made out passionately, their tongues wrestling back and forth, and Shelby felt a pleasured moan slip out of her.
She moved her hands over the top of Bryce's and slid them both down to her ass. He took the hint and gave it an enthusiastic squeeze. She squeezed his ass right back and pressed her hips deeper into his. His hard-on pressed against her even tighter. She smiled into the kiss, and a pleasant chill ran down her spine.
She broke the kiss and leaned back to look at his face. His expression was a mask of intense arousal. She smiled and rubbed her womanhood harder against his throbbing bulge.
"Good boy." She crooned.
He leaned in again and kissed her once more, this time with more passion and aggression. His hands began wildly roaming all over her luscious body. Her thighs, her breast, her hair, back down to her hips and ass. He explored her with unabashed enthusiasm. In response to this, Shelby slid her thigh up his leg and wrapped herself around behind him, pulling him into her tighter.
As Bryce and Shelby continued their heated make-out session, he thrusted his hips against hers, and she thrusted right back to meet him. The two dry-humped and kissed in desperate horny pleasure. It felt like there were the only two people in the world.
That is, until there was a sudden knock at the door.
"Hey, Mom," Connor said. "Just so you know, the movie is over."
Bryce and Shelby pulled away from each other and froze. They both stared at each other, wide-eyed. Although admittedly, the sheer panic had done very little to quell the arousal between them.
"Tommy and I are both headed to bed." Connor announced."
"O-okay, sweetie." Shelby stuttered out. "Goodnight."
"Night." He said, and Shelby heard him walk away.
"What's a cock block." Shelby joked.
Bryce laughed. "I know, right? It's like he knows."
Shelby stepped forward and embraced him again. "Would you think this was hotter if he did?"
He thought about it for a moment. "I think maybe I would." He said in a tone that was more serious than she expected.
Shelby raised her eyebrows at him. "Well, aren't you shameless?"
He shrugged. "More like competitive."
"Oh, so it's a competition for who gets to fuck me now?" Just the words out loud caused a wave of pleasure to wash over her.
"Well, I guess there really is no competition." He stated. "Because I'm gonna be the only one fucking you."
She gave him a look of mock indignation. "Well, that's a little presumptuous."
He grinned at her. "You'll see."
Without further warning, he began wrestling her to the ground. Shelby put up a mock fight, having no real intentions of stopping him. The two giggled as they fell into a messy pile of limbs on the soft carpet.
Once on the ground, he grinned down at her, his body weight pressing his hard-on into her. The two continued to giggle as he pinned her wrists above her head with one hand.
"You wanna do this right here?" She asked breathlessly. "Not up on the bed?"
He shook his head. "The bed is all the way over there." He reached down and began to undo his belt. "No time for that."
Her heart pounded like she swore it never had in her life. This was really happening.
Her son said as he pulled how his impressive sized cock.
He then began to unbutton and unzip her tiny black jean shorts. She practically salivated at the thought that she was probably just seconds away from having him inside of her. She has already changed her life forever, but this was a new realm of wrong they were about to enter. And for Shelby, they couldn't get there fast enough.
She assisted Bryce in getting her jeans off and then her panties. He hovered over her and looked her in the eye with an ecstatic smile on his face.
She flashed him her best bedroom eyes and said, "Fuck me, Baby."
He pressed the head of his cock against her warm mound and felt how incredibly wet she was. He smiled and slowly slid the tip into her soft, inviting warmth. He closed his eyes and let out a sigh of absolute ecstasy.
She wrapped her arms around him and kissed him again as he slowly slid all of the way into her. They both moaned into each other's mouths as they relished just how wrong it all was. She smiled into the kiss, knowing right then that this would be the first of many times he was inside her.
He began to thrust in and out of her with significant haste. He fucked her like he'd been waiting for this for a long time. Thinking about it, she supposed it was possible he had been. But that was all well and good to her. She was desperate as he was to cut to the chase. So she wrapped both of her legs around his waist and began pulling him into her.
"Harder." She commended with authority.
He complied and kissed her again. He grabbed a handful of her breast and gave it a squeeze as they kissed and fucked. In response, she reached down and pulled both her shirt and her bra up above her breast to give him better access.
He responded by gleefully mauling her now exposed breasts. He also increased the vigor with which he kissed and fucked her as well. In return, Shelby snaked her hands under his shirt and began clawing at his back.
He broke the kiss and moaned her name. "Shelby." Just like he had with that girl a few days before.
"Bryce." She moaned back.
"You're so fucking tight!" He said through a clenched jaw as he fucked her.
"And you're so fucking big!" She told him.
"Dad is so fucking lucky he gets this whenever he wants!"
She grinned up at him. "Now you're lucky too."
He looked a little confused. "Yeah?"
"Whenever you want from now on baby." She said, still pulling him down into her with each thrust.
"Even after Dad gets back?" He grunted out between aggressive thrusts.
The notion lit a fire in her. "Especially after he gets back." She told him.
He grinned, almost maniacally. "You're not afraid he'd find out?" He groan out.
She grinned back and licked her lips. "I guess we'll just have to risk it."
That seemed to light a fire in him. He began hammering into her faster and harder. It was getting increasingly difficult for both of them to keep quiet. They compensated by locking their lips together and moaning into each other's mouths. They made out as they thrashed together on the floor, exploring each other's bodies with their hands.
Eventually, Bryce broke the kiss to announce, "I'm gonna cum soon!"
"Don't you fucking dare!" She growled in his ear, surprising even himself with her aggression.
"You cum when I say you can cum! "
"But-"
"Slow down!" She ordered. "Pace yourself." She softened her tone just a bit and gave his ear a nibble.
He obeyed and slowed down with obvious reluctance. After a few deep breaths, he seemed ready to keep going indefinitely.
"Good boy." She gave his ear lobe a gentle nibble. "Now be an even better boy and get me off."
He grinned down at her and began picking his pace back up. She just hoped he'd be able to control himself this time.
As the night went on, Bruce proved capable of keeping up with her. He kept going fast, hard, and steady for quite a while. They went on until Shelby felt an orgasm approaching.
She told him to finish her off, and he pounded her onto the floor until she felt a crushing wave of pleasure crash over her. She couldn't even remember the last time she'd came that hard. She didn't know if it was because she was cumming with someone other than her husband or because it was with her own flesh and blood. But either way, she came until she was shaking and shuddering on the floor beneath her son.
Bryce didn't let up, however, and kept right on fucking her into the floor. Then he began to tire out (which took quite some time, by Shelby's approximation). They rolled over, and Shelby climbed on top, straddling his waist. She took over and rode him like she'd stolen him. She thought of the girl Bryce had been with the other day and supposed she had indeed stolen him. That thought caused her to smile to herself and ride him with even more vigor.
"Mom?" Bryce grunted from underneath her.
"Yes, baby?" She said breathlessly while looking down as she rode him.
"I need to cum soon!" She could tell from the urgency in his voice that he wasn't kidding when he used the word 'need'. And this time, she supposed he had earned it. Almost.
"Get me off one more time," she gasped the words out, still hopping up and down on his solid cock. "Then you can cum."
He held her hips tight. "Really? Where?"
She smiled down at him wickedly.
"Mom, fucking where?" He asked again in desperation.
She bent down and kissed him with an evil giggle. He seemed to take the hint as he held her by the waist and rolled them both over so that he was on top again.
He began pounding her into the carpet harder than he ever had before. He shocked her with his sudden burst of energy. It wasn't long before she once again felt her approaching the brink of a climax again. With all of her limbs wrapped around her son's body, she desperately pulled him down onto her even harder.
"Harder, baby!" She encouraged." Don't stop, don't you dare stop!"
"Mom!" He cried out a little louder than he probably should have.
"Bryce!" She exclaimed, doing only a marginally better job of controlling her voice. "Baby, I'm gonna cum!" She told him.
"Do it!" He commanded. "Fucking cum all over your son's cock!"
She tangled one fist in his hair as the other hand claws at his back. "Tell me I'm a cheater!"
He kept fucking her but didn't answer right away.
"Do it!" She ordered. "I'm cheating on my husband with my own goddamn son!" She was getting louder as she went. "Now call me a fucking cheater!
"You're a cheating bitch, mom!" He yelled as he fucked her. "You're a fucking cheating whore!"
That turned her on beyond what she even thought possible. "I have the best fucking husband I could ask for, and I'm fucking cheating on him!"
"That's right, Mom, you're a fucking slut for doing this to him!"
"Ruin me for him! Fucking ruin his wife's pussy that only he should have!"
"I'm gonna fuck you every fucking day from now on, Mom!" He announced. "Even once he gets back, I'm gonna use what should only be his!" All the while, he was still jackhammering into her. "And he's going to have no fucking idea!
"I don't fucking care if he knows!" She told him. "Even if he found out, I'd still want you to fuck you every day!" She couldn't believe she was saying those words. She felt fucking evil. And just barely on the edge of exploding.
"You're my fucking whore now!" He said as he slammed into her.
And just like that, she tipped over the edge. Like an explosion inside her, she felt pure white hot release. She shook like a mad woman, and she could tell Bryce was about to experience the same thing.
Seemingly forgetting the situation, he let out a shout as he erupted inside of her. However, Shelby didn't notice. She was still coming down from her own orgasm and was blissfully unconcerned with how loud he was being. She lay there in calm ecstasy as her son pumped his young, potent seed into her unprotected pussy, and she loved every second of it.
When they had both come down from the high, they lay there silently for a few long, peaceful minutes. Wordless, thoughtless, utterly unconcerned with the outside world.
Eventually, Shelby's mind returned to the real world, and she spoke softly.
"That was amazing. But it's time to go back to your room."
He looked up at her groggily. "Seriously?"
She smiled mischievously. "Of course. We don't know what time your father will be home tomorrow, and it wouldn't do for him to find us in the morning now, would it?"
"I guess not." He said reluctantly.
She playfully pushed him off. "Now scram. I'll see you tomorrow.t was good Shelby had sent Bryce to his own room. Steve had showed up early the next morning. She awoke to the sound of him entering their bedroom.
"Hey baby." He greeted her cheerfully.
She smiled at him groggily. "I missed you."
He sat on the bed next to her and kissed her on the forehead. "I missed you more."
She smiled at him, but on the inside she was remembering the events of the previous night.
"Are the boys awake?" She asked.
"Not yet." He told her. "I was thinking about making pancakes before they get up."
She smiled as she sat up in bed. "I'll help."
A few minutes later, the married couple was downstairs cooking breakfast together. Shelby had selected an outfit that she knew both Steve and Bryce would enjoy. She wore skimpy athletic shorts, and another tight fitting tank top without a bra. She could tell Steve liked the way it looked on her from the way he ogled her while they cooked. Several times he'd even reached down to grab a handful of her tight, perky ass. Every time he did, Shelby couldn't help but he reminded of Bryce pounding that same ass into the carpet last night.
"Alright, I think everything is pretty much ready." Steven announced as he finished making a platter of pancakes.
"I'll go wake the boys up!" Shelby announced.
"Rise and shine, Tiger." Shelby whispered in Bryce's ear.
He opened his eyes, looked up at her, and smiled groggily. He hadn't expected to see her under these circumstances again so soon.
She was straddling him with a wicked grin on her face. Her hard nipples were poking out through her thin tank top, and she was slowly grinding back and forth on his morning wood.
"Good morning." He said. "Is dad back yet?"
Shelby nodded. "Yes he is. That means we're going to have to behave today." She continued grinding into him.
"You're not exactly making that easy." He told her as his hands went to her hips.
"I don't want it to be easy."
She bent down and kissed him hard on the mouth, slipping him her tongue and moaning sensually. By the time she pulled away, he was struggling not to try to take things farther.
Then without warning, she climbed off of him, and walked to his door. "Come down and have breakfast with us." She said over her shoulder. If you're good, I'll take care of you later."
Minutes later Bryce had dressed and come down stairs to join his parents and brothers.
Bryce exchanged greetings with his father, doing his best to act natural. He figured there was no reason for Steve to suspect anything was up, but it was still hard to shake the feeling of guilt over what he'd done last night. The fact that he couldn't wait to do it again certainly didn't help.
Shelby on the other hand seemed completely unbothered. She went about setting the table while trading small talk with her husband and sons. All the while, Bryce kept hoping for a wink, a smirk, or a whisper. Any kind of slight flirtation from her. However, there was none. She was just normal 'Mom' as if last night, and for that matter their brief encounter this morning hadn't even happened.
As the family all gathered at the table, Bryce sat directly across from his mother, scanning still scanning her face for any kind of sign of their new dynamic but he found none.
Steve began serving up pancakes, bacon, eggs, and fruit, and Bryce realized he should probably stop staring at his mom. She'd told him to behave and evidently she really meant it. He'd hoped she intended to somehow subtly tease him in front of the rest of the family. Nothing major, just something only the two of them would pick up on. Instead, she was acting as though they hadn't just fucked on her bedroom floor last night.
"So honey, how was your work trip?" Shelby asked her husband, Steve.
"Boring." Steve told her. "Boring meetings with boring people. I've got another trip like that coming up in a few weeks, and I'm not looking forward to it.
Shelby glanced at Bryce for just a split second. Her expression remained unchanged, but as soon as their eyes met, he knew what she was thinking. They'd have more alone time, eventually. Even if a few weeks sounded like an eternity from now.
Bryce had to admit, he felt a little silly about the fact that a split second of eye contact act with his mother gave him butterflies in his stomach and a tingle in his cock.
"How long is this one going to last?" Conor asked.
"At least a week." Steve answered
Bryce felt someone kick his ankle lightly. He assumed it was his Mom and that she'd done it on purpose, but she gave no outward indication.
"It's going to be really boring here without you for a whole week." Shelby said.
"I'll be bored without you, too, but I'm sure you'll find some way to entertain yourselves."
Bryce felt someone's sneaker stroking his calf, and he certainly hoped it was Shelby's.
"We'll come up with something, but we'll be thinking of you the whole time." Shelby said as her foot moved up to Bryce's knee.
"Well, we've got some time before then." Steve said. "We should spend some quality time together before I have to leave again."
"Oh, we absolutely should." Shelby said, sounding openly flirty now. "You and I especially should find some one-on-one time." Her foot crept up Bryce's thigh.
Bryce couldn't decide how he felt about this. He was watching his mother flirt with his father, specifically to make her son jealous. At least he was pretty sure she was trying to make him jealous. All the while, she was stroking his leg with her foot. He wondered if she intended to stroke more if this kept up.
"Darling, I'm sure the boys don't want to hear that." Steve said, however he was smiling back at her.
"Oh, they don't mind." Shelby assured him as her foot moved higher up Bryce's thigh. "I'm sure they know what a flirt their mother is, and how in love I am with their father."
"Ugh, Mom." Connor complained playfully.
"What?" Shelby responded. "If I didn't love your father so much, we wouldn't have ended up with you 3."
"Yeah, but still..." Connor said.
"Well, I don't hear Tommy complaining yet."
Shelby pointed out.
Tommy shrugged as he swallowed a bite of pancakes. "It doesn't really bother me. I'm glad my parents are still in love." He explained quietly.
"And what about you Bryce?" Shelby asked, looking directly at him. Her foot moved over his crotch. "Does it bother you when I flirt with your father in front of you?"
"Of course not, Mom." Bryce lied. Knowing he was going to have to share her drove him wild.
"Good boy." She said as she pushed his cock up against his abs.
"Don't embarrass him, honey." Steve said.
Bryce forked a bite of pancakes into his mouth and tried to keep his cool as his mother's foot stroked his aching hard-on.
"I don't mean to. I just really missed my husband. I'll try to behave now, but you're going to have to take me upstairs and fix my attitude soon."
Steve grinned sheepishly and stood up from his spot at the table. "Alright boys, I guess it's time I do you all a favor and get your mother out of your hair for a while."
The boys all chuckled. All except Bryce.
Shelby removed her foot from Bryce's cock and stood. She flashed him the briefest smirk, and stepped away from the table with her husband in tow.
"Don't wait around for us." She called over her shoulder as she took her husband's hand and led him upstairs. "We might not be back down for a while."
Hours later, Bryce was doing anything and everything he could to think about something else. But all he could think about was the fact that his Mom was in bed with someone else. It shouldn't make him jealous. It never really had before, but that was before things had changed. He didn't know what he was missing before.
That afternoon, as Bryce was working on his car, trying not to think about where his parents were, he got a text from his mom.
'Did ya like that?'
He wasn't sure how to respond. Did he like what? The footjob she didn't finish or the fact that she ran off with his dad?
'I guess' he responded.
'Aww. Is my baby boy jealous?'
'Lol, no.' He lied.
'Not even a little? I won't be mad if you are.'
'Not even a little.' He doubled down on the lie.
Then, something happened that instantly made Bryce lose his cool. His mom sent him a picture. A selfie of herself in bed, naked and with her face covered in thick, white, fresh cum.
'Wtf?' he typed back
'Still not jealous?'
'Okay, fine, I'm jealous as fuck.' He admitted
'Good. Because I was thinking I'd like a good, hard, angry fuck from you later.'
'When?'
'Tonight, after your dad falls asleep.'
'I can't wait that long.'
'I'm still your mother, and you'll wait as long as I say you'll wait.'
Shelby went downstairs the next morning a bit later than usual. She'd slept in after having had such a long night. That night, Steve had thoroughly rocked her work for the second time that day before he passed out.
Not long after, when Steve was asleep, she'd snuck over to Bryce's room to spend some quality time with him. It was everything she'd hoped for. He was aggressive and frustrated. He was clearly angry about her having intentionally made him jealous, and that was exactly what she wanted. He'd manhandled her into his bed and ruthlessly pounded her until she saw stars. It was even better than their first time together. She was pretty sure he'd enjoyed the sex more this time too. So to her, it seemed only reasonable to continue giving him reasons to be jealous.
This morning, however, he hadn't been in his room. In fact the whole house had been nearly empty. Steve had already left for work, and so had Tommy, her youngest. She knew Bryce didn't work today, so she wasn't sure where he was, but before she could think about it further, she found Connor, her middle son, alone in the kitchen eating a bowl of cereal.
"Morning, Mom." He greeted her cheerfully. "I like your outfit."
She glanced down at what she was wearing. Skimpy athletic shorts, with a loose cropped t shirt. The shorts were so short her ass was popping out of it, and the shirt was cropped so high that if she raised her arms wrong she'd have been flashing her tits.
She hadn't realized Connor ever paid attention to what she wore. She'd picked this outfit out for Bryce, but since he had disappeared without bothering to say where he was going she supposed it was just as well that Connor liked it.
'Then again, how did he like it?' She wondered. Did Connor really see her the same way Bryce did? If so, did Tommy as well? Possibilities started pouring into her mind. Filthy thoughts she knew she was evil for even imagining.
"What do you like about it?" She asked, sounding like she was interrogating him.
He looked like he'd been caught with his hand in the cookie jar. "Nothing, just...um, it looks comfortable on you I guess."
She smiled. "Well I'm glad you like it, honey."
She took a seat next to him at the table. "You know, we haven't had a chance to spend much quality time together lately, you and I."
"It's okay. I know you've been busy with Bryce."
Her stomach dropped. "What do you mean?" She sounded more defensive than she meant to.
"Nothing, just like, it seems like you've been spending quality time with him a lot the past couple of days. I'm sure he appreciates it. He adores you, ya' know."
Shelby frowned a little. "I guess I have been paying special attention to him lately. But maybe it's time you and I got some one-on-one time. Do you have plans for today?"
He shrugged. "Not really."
"Well, in that case, I need to go clothes shopping today. Want to come with me? We'll make a day of it, go to a mall, have lunch together, and wander around. It'll give us plenty of time to talk."
He smiled. "Yeah, I'd like that a lot."
"Perfect! I'll go get my car keys."
A little bit later, they were pulling into the parking lot of the nearest shopping mall. After Shelby parked the car, she placed a hand on Connor's knee.
"Sweetie, I'm really glad we're doing this."
She leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek.
Connor blushed a little. "I'm glad too, Mom."
The two hopped out of the car, walked through the parking lot and into the mall. As they entered, Shelby grabbed Connor's hand and held it. She giggled to herself quietly, thinking they must have looked like a couple.
"First, I need a couple sun dresses for the summer." She told him as they walked.
"Okay then, I guess I can like, help pick some out." He sounded a bit nervous, but willing.
She led him by the hand into her clothing shop of choice.
"Sweetie you're so quiet today, is something wrong?"
"I'm always quiet." He said.
"I guess, but you seem extra quiet. I hope I didn't make you feel uncomfortable comfortable by dragging you along."
"No, not at all. I'm glad we get to spend some time together."
"I am too, but in hindsight, I'm sure watching me try on sundresses wasn't your idea of the most fun afternoon."
He paused for a moment. "What?"
"Well, that's part of why I brought you. You knew that, right?"
"I guess I didn't really think about it."
"I'm not going to make you watch me try on lingerie or bikinis or anything if that's what you're worried about." The idea was tempting, but Shelby didn't want to scare Connor off. However, placing the idea in his head couldn't hurt her chances of seducing him.
In response to this, Connor only chuckled.
Shelby led him to a rack full of dresses and scanned it with him until she came across one she liked. A brightly colored, floral piece with a low neckline and no back. She was pretty sure Connor would like it as well.
"What do you think?" She asked as she helped it up for him.
Connor looked her up and down, and Shelby could tell he was picturing her in it.
"Yeah that would look great on you."
"It's almost ankle length though. I'd like to find something shorter. I like to show off my legs."
"It's got a pretty high slit in it." He pointed out.
"True. So it'll do. But I'd love to find something shorter as well."
They went on shopping until Shelby had built up a selection of almost a dozen different dresses she wanted to try on. In truth, she really didn't need that many options, but she wanted to give herself plenty of chances to show off for Connor.
Shelby felt practically giddy as she took Connor by the hand again and dragged him to the changing room. She sat him down outside, and ducked into one of the booths. She stripped of her clothes, and and tried on the first of her many dresses.
She stepped out of the booth wearing the long flowing sun dress and struck a cute pose, with her hand on her hip.
"Thoughts?"
"It looks great on you, Mom." Connor said, sounding genuine.
"I'm glad you like it baby. Do you think it's too long? I feel like that makes it kinda boring."
"No, not at all. It's like, elegant."
She smiled at that. "Elegant is good, but I'm going for more 'hot', ya' know?"
Before he could answer she disappeared back into the booth. When she emerged she was wearing a much shorter, frilly pink little number that stopped at about her mid thighs.
"How about this one?"
"That's great! It shows of your legs just like you wanted." He answered.
"It kind of does, yeah. But it's still a little bit longer. I just really don't want to look prudish."
He eagerly shook his head. "I don't think this is prudish at all."
"Are you sure? I think I'd like it more if it was like this." She reached down and began to slowly slide the hem of her dress higher up her thighs. She grinned at Connor as he began to blush, but did not look away. She continued sliding the dress up until it was just millimeters away from exposing her panties.
"This is the length I think I'd prefer."
Connor swallowed awkwardly. "Yeah, that would look nice."
She raised her eyebrows. "Just nice? I want to look better than that."
"Amazing, really." He corrected. "Super hot."
"Aww, you think I'm hot?"
Connor blushed more than she'd ever seen him blush before in his life.
"Yeah." He said sheepishly.
She winked at him. "Thanks, honey."
She then disappeared into the booth again. When she re-emerged, she was wearing an even shorter white dress that showed off a scandalous amount of cleavage. The dress was as short as she'd demonstrated with the previous one, and Shelby's breasts were practically spilling out of it. If she moved wrong, she'd end up flashing someone.
"How about this one?"
Connors's eyes widened, and he suddenly crossed his legs. Shelby smiled giggly at him as she imagined why.
"Yeah, this one is great. Best one so far, actually."
"Really? I think it's kinda boring."
"No way, it's not boring at all."
"But it's just a plain white dress. There's hardly anything to it. What do you even like about it?"
Connor looked away, seemingly ashamed.
"I don't know, it's just nice. I mean, it shows your features well, I guess."
Shelby slowly sainted forward until she was just a foot or two away from him. She then bent down in front of him, giving him a wildly generous view of her already well-displayed cleavage.
Then she spoke softly, almost seductively. "Any particular features you're referring to?" She asked with a wink.
Connor's mouth dropped open. He stared for a moment, totally unsure of what to say.
"I mean, like, all of them, I guess."
Shelby chuckled warmly.
"Then I guess this dress is the one I was looking for."
Sue then leaned forward further and gave him a quick peck on the lips. Nothing too scandalous. In another context, it wouldn't have even been remotely sexual, but it was enough to turn Connor white as a ghost.
Before he could say anything, Shelby vanished back into the booth again. She changed out of the dress and back into her mini skirt and cropped T-shirt.
"Alright, kiddo." She said casually when she popped back out again. "I've got what I need here."
She paid for her dresses, and before long, they were out in the mall again. They were holding hands again, and Connor was now completely silent and still blushing.
She continued pulling him along until they came to Shelby's favorite shoe store.
"I need a new pair of heels. And maybe some boots."
"Okay." Connor mumbled.
It wasn't long before Shelby had found a pair of bright red stiletto heels that she knew would look incredibly sexy on her. So she kicked off her Vans sneakers and tried on the heels. She strutted up and down the aisle for Connor, making sure to add a little extra sway to her hips as she did.
"Thoughts?" She asked. "I know they don't really go with the outfit, but imagine just the heels." She wondered for a second if essentially telling him to picture her naked would be pushing him too far.
"Mom, you already know you look gorgeous in everything."
She felt genuinely heartwarmed by the comment. "Well, I didn't know I was so confident, but that's very sweet, darling. So you really like them on me then?"
"They're amazing. Your legs look awesome in heels."
She smiled sweetly. "I'm so glad you think so. I'll have to wear heels around you more often then."
Once she had the shoes boxed back up again, she went about looking for some boots. She was searching for something all black, leather, and tall with high heels. A few minutes later she'd found just the thing.
"Oh, these are sexy." She said as she pointed them out to Connor.
"Yeah, they're pretty hot, I guess."
"They're bold, though. I'm not sure I could pull them off."
"You totally could, Mom. You should try them on."
"Okay, but only if you promise you'll give your honest opinion on them. I don't want you to just be a yes-man all day."
"Okay, Mom, I promise that on the off chance they don't fucking fantastic on you, I'll be honest about it."
Shelby raised her eyebrows. "Fucking fantastic, huh?"