If you've not already done so, please consider reading part one of this story to see how this all started. Polite (whether positive or negative) comments are welcome.
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The next morning I woke to the smell of bacon. I put on shorts and a t-shirt and wandered downstairs. My lovely wife was preparing breakfast. Turning, she poured me a cup of coffee and handed it to me with a brief but passionate kiss.
"Sleep well, baby?" she asked. I simply nodded. She stared at me for a few seconds with a grin and turned back to breakfast.
Moments later Mom walked in to the kitchen. "'Morning, guys!" she announced cheerily. I looked over in time to see her lifting a pair of panties from the back of one of the stools at the breakfast bar. "I wondered where those were." She twirled them on her fingers and walked out of the room.
We sat down to a fairly quiet breakfast. Kayla asked what my plans were for the day. Thinking I need to get out of the house, I told her I was going to work for a little while in the yard. I manage an upscale restaurant and had taken some much needed vacation time this weekend. It can be a very stressful job with long hours and late nights. Yard work relaxes me and I was a little behind.
As I carried my dishes to the sink, I asked what the plans were for the evening. My mom jumped in to say she would be happy with another meal at home as she was still tired from her drive. "How about grilled steaks out on the deck?" I offered. Both women agreed. I asked my wife to marinate some sirloins and I would grill them tonight.
They decided some girl time was in order and made plans to go shopping. Manual labor kept my mind occupied. There were fleeting thoughts about the night before but I pushed them out as quickly as I could. I wasn't quite sure if I wanted to think about my own mother in a sexual way. It was easy in bed while being coaxed by my wife but out in the sun was a whole different story.
A quick sandwich for lunch and it was back to work. By mid-afternoon I had made up my mind last night was a one-time fantasy.
I was putting away my tools just as my wife and mother got home. They didn't have as many bags as I thought they might, thankfully. "Did you ladies enjoy yourselves?"
They said they did and started to tell me about the stores they visited. I begged off stating that I desperately needed a shower.
After cleaning up, I entered the kitchen to see Kayla and my mom preparing sides and a salad for dinner. I was immediately handed my apron, tongs and a plate of steaks. "The grill is already lit." Kayla told me.
"Are we in a hurry?"I asked.
"Window shopping is hard work," my mother claimed. "You should try it sometime instead of piddling in the yard," she teased.
"Hmph," was my best retort as I headed to the deck. I admired my manicured yard as I watched over the steaks. Guys have to act like there is a lot more involved to grilling than there really is to protect our domain. I'm not sure if women buy in to it, though.
A short time later we sat down to a simple but very satisfying meal. There was a lot of small talk and more catching up. "This steak is perfect!" my mother exclaimed. "What is your secret?"
"Years of practice and techniques I can't share with women." They nodded appreciatively and then rolled their eyes at each other laughing.
As we cleared the table and settled down to watch the sunset, my wife brought at a pitcher of Margarita's. I wasn't sure this was a good idea after last night but kept quiet. I sipped but Kayla and Mom drank a little faster.
Soon it was my turn to go in and make another pitcher. As I was walking back out I passed my mom. "Be right back!" she said cheerily.
I sat down and my wife told me "Your mom's bra was pinching her so I told her to make herself comfortable." She smiled and that made me nervous.
My mom came back out in a button-up blouse and shorts. Her breasts were obviously no longer encumbered by a bra. They shook as she walked and I noticed a hint of nipples as she sat down. I quickly looked away.
"I hope you don't mind but Kayla said to make myself at home." I simply shook my head "no" and poured another round of drinks.
About a half hour later my wife announced that she had to visit the powder room. I asked my mom about her sister, my aunt, who I hadn't seen in some time. I wanted to ensure the conversation didn't take a turn like the previous night.
My wife come to the door and called me over with the phone in her hand. "It's work," she said with disappointment in her voice. She backed in the house but didn't hand me the phone. I was confused.
