Inside, Mary was standing where I was earlier when spying on the girls in the bathing suits. "What were you two talking about holding hands like that? So sweet!"
"That she is beautiful and that I like staring at her ass." I responded, truthfully, but Mary doesn't fall for it. "Fine, don't tell me then," she pouted.
"OK, but that's what I told her." I shrugged and walked away.
"Wait, you are serious?" she asked.
"Yeah, I am serious."
"Oh my god, I love you so much!" She ran over and threw her arms around me and planted a big wet one on me.
"What is that for?" I asked.
"Because you have the hots for my mom, and are going to make her so happy that a young stud like you wants her!" She kissed me again, and her hands wandered down to my hardening cock. "Hmmm, what do we have here?" she whispered to me. She started rubbing me through my shorts, and it did not take long to get hard. She eyed me a wicked smile on her face as she pulled my cock out of my pants. "Look out the window at my mom's body," she directed me, as she slid down to her knees and took my hard cock in her mouth. "Stare at her sexy ass. Imagine your face in there." My wife was sucking my dick while telling me to look at her mom sexually. I obliged, because it felt good and it WAS a nice view. Plus, getting a blowjob right in the middle of the den is nice, and the covertness of me watching my mother in law in her bathing suit heightened the situation. I watched Brandi sunbathe, imagining that big ass in my mouth, kissing and licking each cheek before trailing my way into her crevice to expose her little hole, and planting a nice big wet one right on her puckered rosebud. The vision was clear as day in my mind, and Mary's bobbing on my cock sent me over the edge, and I came into her mouth without a warning. Mary gurgleed for a second, but she took it like a champ and swallowed the first spurts of my load and then slowly milked the rest out of me as I came down from the orgasmic high.
"Fuck, Mary. That was great, thank you!" Mary smiled up at me, still holding my cock in one hand. She scooted up and kissed it. "He just came thinking about my mom, didn't he?" she asked while waggling my softening cock back and forth to indicate that the "he" she was referring to was my dick. "That's so hot. Now when you look at her, you are going to think about cumming."
"It might take a few more of these for that mental connection to happen," I told her. "Maybe it should be a daily thing?" That last bit came out as kind of a question, and kind of a comment. Sort of like asking for permission, but not really wanting to ask straight up.
Mary squeezed my dick menacingly, but lovingly. "Listen, Mister. Talking tough to the lady holding your manhood in her hands isn't the greatest idea!" I can't argue with her, so I just smile and say, "Well, it was worth a shot. Never hurts to ask!" Mary stood up and gave me a kiss. I could smell a bit of cock and cum smell on her, but she doesn't taste like it. Maybe next time.
We had a nice Saturday, I got all the required yard work done plus a month's worth of small projects, I got a blow job, and I got to play with the grill and cooked up some burgers for everyone. Overall, a pretty good day! Finished it off with giving the wife a nice oral orgasm before a nice, sweet lovemaking session that night before we fell asleep.
Mary got up early on Sunday and made a nice breakfast - bacon, eggs, even pancakes. Brandi came out to the smell of the bacon, and was walking so gingerly that I started to ask her what was wrong when I noticed the pink flesh. Everywhere. The poor girl had laid out in the sun WAY too long, and had a nice lobster color everywhere. I could tell she was miserable.
"Oh, Mom!" Mary said. "You're burned to a crisp!"
"Tell me about it. The SHEETS hurt me." Brandi joked, but not really.
"Sit down, eat something, then we'll get you some aloe," Mary instructed her.
I ran off to the store to pick up some aloe for Brandi, being instructed 3 times by Mary to make sure it is the alcohol free version (who puts alcohol in a lotion? Apparently this is a thing for disinfecting an area, but it dries up the skin, making the sunburned areas actually worse feeling. Who knew?) I found the correct type, checked twice to make sure the ingredients didn't contain some alternate version of rubbing alcohol using some scientific name, and started back home. I was sitting at a traffic light, and I had a brilliant idea. Nothing feels cooler on the skin than silk, and Mary had a silk kimono in her wardrobe at our storage unit. I made a quick detour and dug through the various boxes to find this for Brandi. Success! I put everything back into the storage unit, locked it back up, and headed home.
"I come bearing gifts!" I handed the aloe bottle to Mary's outstretched hands to inspect (to make sure I got the right type, I'm sure) and I took Brandi the kimono. "Hey, Mom. I thought maybe you'd like to wear silk today, considering your situation. It should keep your skin cool, and it isn't abrasive at all."