Chapter 2
Mitch knew that his father was going away on an overnight fishing trip with his good friend, Ed, early Saturday morning. Mitch knew he'd be only too happy to help his mother in any way he could. He relished the idea of being alone in the house with just her, whether it just be doing chores, or whatever she wanted, just as long as he could be close to her, and that spectacular MILFish body of hers. "Sure, Dad, I can do that. I've got no major plans."
"Great. Thanks, son. It'll be nice to get some of that stuff in the attic cleaned up and out of the way."
"How come you guys aren't going out for dinner tomorrow night before you go? Isn't that what you usually do?" Mitch asked, somewhat surprised when he'd come home from school to hear that his parents were going out for dinner on a Thursday.
"Yeah, we usually have our 'date night' on Fridays, but this place Ed and I are going is further than usual, so we're heading out at 4:00 in the morning."
"4:00am...ouch!"
"Yeah...I know, I know. But Ed says there are great rainbow trout in this river, so we'll give it a try. So anyways, I want to hit the sack real early tomorrow night so I'm not a zombie all day Saturday."
"Yeah, that makes sense."
"This should do it," Nicole's voice made them both turn as she strode back into the room. "Thank goodness none of it got on my skirt or tights. I just had to change my top."
"You look great, honey," Rick said. "Don't you think so, Mitch?"
Again Mitch was flummoxed by being put on the spot. As soon as he'd looked up at his mother, his mind had gone into overdrive again. Nonetheless, he did manage to spit out a somewhat coherent response. "Yeah. Uh....you look great, Mom."
"Thanks, sweetheart. We shouldn't be too late," Nicole said as she picked up her purse, stepped close to her son, and gave him a quick peck on the cheek before taking her husband's arm as he escorted her out of the room. The scent of his mother's perfume had wafted sensuously into Mitch's nostrils, setting his teenage libido afire. He had dreamed so often of pulling her close and kissing her deeply, before taking her to bed and ravishing her all night long, pumping load after load of hot teenage cum into his mother's scintillatingly sexy body. But she had only given him a quick peck on the cheek, leaving him aroused yet unsatisfied.
Mitch stood in the middle of their room and watched them leave, his heart racing. When he'd looked at his mother come out of the bathroom, the blood had started pounding in his veins. As usual, she looked so fucking hot he could barely stand it. He'd looked at her as she strode confidently into the room, sexier than any MILF he'd seen in his numerous hours of scouring the internet. Nicole Stevens was 39 years of age, 5'-7" tall and a succulent 125 pounds. As far as Mitch was concerned, she had a body built for one thing—SEX. She had a voluptuous hourglass figure, with all the curves in just the right places. Nice full calves and creamy thighs were sensually complimented by her slender ankles and dimpled knees. Her full motherly hips and beach-ball-like bum were teasingly accentuated by her trim waist that nipped in waspishly. But her most outstanding attribute was her absolutely stunning breasts—a full generous set of round, heavy, mouth-watering 36Es. Mitch had seen many men stop dead in their tracks when his mother had walked by, their eyes drawn like magnets to her spectacular tits. Those tremendous breasts were traffic stoppers, for sure.
She was also blessed with gorgeous frosty blonde hair that fell attractively about her shoulders and framed her exquisite features. She had compelling blue eyes that could melt a man's soul, her eyes made even more alluring by naturally long eyelashes that gave her a smoldering sultry look. Her slim nose and high cheekbones gave her the look of a runway model, and her full petulant lips, red and soft as satin, looked like they were made for sucking cock. And tonight, as Mitch looked her up and down, she had every gorgeous attribute provocatively on display.
She was wearing a slim-fitting charcoal-gray pencil skirt, the material fitting smoothly over her wide matronly hips and clinging to her full creamy thighs teasingly before ending a few inches above her knees, a small vent in the back of the skirt allowing her to walk freely. Her shapely legs were clad in opaque black tights that Mitch just loved. His eyes had followed the line of the scintillating tights down over her calves to her trim ankles, where her feet were encased in black high-heeled pumps with a 4" heel and a strap that crossed erotically over the top of her foot. The shoes had a nicely-defined toe that was slightly pointy, but not wickedly so. The heel was solid and tapered down perfectly. To Mitch, they looked like an adult version of 'Mary Janes'—shoes that school girls wore. But these shoes were sexy as hell, and looked very alluring without being trampy, and Mitch loved them.
Mitch had noticed when he'd come in earlier to borrow the hand lotion that her black turtleneck had looked fantastic with the rest of the outfit—the gray of the skirt and the black tones of the tights and sweater looking gorgeous on her. Now that he had temporarily ruined her plans to wear that top, she'd replaced it with a stunning white sleeveless cowl-neck sweater instead. The white fabric was somewhat nubby, but it still clung to her curvy body alluringly, the cowl neck exposing a hint of deep dark cleavage before it settled teasingly between her sumptuous breasts. The bodice of the sweater molded itself to her spectacular tits, the nubby material cupping her shelf-like breasts invitingly, the tightness of the sweater causing deep dark shadows to fall below the protruding shelf of her tits onto her trim midsection. The bottom of the sweater was tucked into the waistband of her skirt, and a wide black leather belt circled her wasp-like waist, accentuating her lush hourglass figure provocatively. Her hair was slightly fluffed up and looked wild and sexy. Her makeup was stunning, her eyes made up in a combination of smoky grays and alluring deep pinks that complimented her outfit perfectly. Her mouth was a brilliant red gash, her bee-stung lips covered with a glistening coating of cherry-red lipstick. As usual when his mother got dressed up, she was a dizzying display of pulchritude that had Mitch's blood pounding in his veins and flowing to his teenage cock.