Mom's Bridal Lingerie

Dearest Nicole,

I thought you might like to know the latest news—Richard and Sherri got married this past weekend! I know this may come as a surprise to you, but the two of them are so much in love, I almost can't believe it hasn't happened before this.

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

It was a quiet affair, out by the pool, with a justice of the peace and a few friends. It was a beautiful day, and the bride and groom looked simply radiant. It's not hard to see how much in love the two of them are. I've never seen Richard look happier in his life.

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

It was a much more casual wedding than you and Richard had, of course, and I think Sherri looked absolutely stunning in the little dress she chose. I'm sure you'll agree once you see the pictures I've attached. It's wonderful to see how fantastic these young women can look in these tiny dresses they all seem to wear nowadays.

"Another arrow aimed straight at my heart," Nicole thought—this one about her age.

The two of them are off for a quick one-week honeymoon in Costa Rica, but they'll be taking a longer one in Europe in another month or so. The two of them are going to be living with me here in the house until they find a place of their own, but I don't mind, I've got plenty of room. As far as I'm concerned, the two of them can stay as long as they like. Sherri is such a sweet young thing, and we get along like sisters. It's such a pleasure to have her around.

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.

The only thing I'm sad about is that poor Mitchell wasn't here for this joyous occasion. I miss my grandson very much, and my thoughts often go to him when I look at Richard, remembering how he was at Mitchell's age. I know Richard is not quite ready to face either one of you just yet, but I am encouraging him to let his feelings towards his son heal, so the two of them can once again be father and son.

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.

Anyways, I hope this e-mail finds the two of you doing well. I've attached a number of photos from the wedding and the little party we had afterwards. It's a shame that handsome young grandson of mine couldn't be here. Perhaps you could show these to him? I'm sure after seeing how happy his father looks in these pictures, it might encourage Mitchell to ask if he could come and meet his new mother.

As always, your loving mother-in-law,

Brenda

"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."