Chapter 8
She squeezed her breasts one more time before her hand slid down her front as she continued to look at the wildly erotic incestuous pictures, her slender fingers finding their way back into her juicy honeypot. She pulled up one shot of another busty woman, but again, it was her looking back from the computer screen. In this shot, her body was lusciously displayed in a brilliant white merry widow, the model's voluptuous tits pulled out over the bra cups as she lay back against some stacked up pillows. But there was her own face again, a look of serene bliss on her pretty features as she looked at the camera, a portion of the pillow covering the side of her head realistically. Her son was kneeling between her legs, which he was holding in his hands, his fingers circling her nylon-clad ankles as her he held her spread wide open, her white pointy-toed pumps with rapier-like 4" heels pointing skyward. With her legs forming a giant V, the huge cock on the male star was imbedded about halfway deep in the woman's tightly-stretched pussy, her glistening labia circling the thick veiny shaft lewdly. She looked at her son's face in the picture, and then her own, and then at what the couple was doing, and felt that delicious tingling deep in her itchy cunt once more.
"Oh fuck yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhh," Nicole gasped hotly as she started to cum again. Her fingers were making a wet squelching noise as she shoved them back and forth between her slick pussy-lips, her pistoning fingers bringing her to the point of ecstasy and beyond. She trembled and shook as she came, her fingertips rubbing over her dripping cuntal walls, a tremendous orgasm blossoming from deep inside her and shooting through every tingling nerve ending of her body. Her lush mature body was glistening with a fine sheen of perspiration as her orgasm rolled over her in wave after luxurious wave. Finally, the sensations dwindled and she sat back, her massive tits heaving wantonly as her breathing slowly returned to normal.
She looked once more at the picture of her son's face in the shot where he was fucking her while holding her legs spread wide open, an illicitly sinful idea running through her head. She looked at the picture of the long hard cock splitting her pussy, and then looked at one of the other pictures, with her son's real cock spurting his hot thick cum all over her, the massive engorged lance looking like a brutal weapon in his hand. It made her pussy itch all over again, just the thought of what that beautiful perfect cock could do to her. "Your father's going away tomorrow, baby boy, so let's just see how much you like some real bridal lingerie."
Mitch strolled back to his seat, the presentation he and Justin did complete and in the books. His friend took his seat beside him and they shared a fist bump, acknowledging that it had gone well.
"Who's the man?" Justin whispered under his breath.
"You're the man," Mitch whispered back, both of them smiling.
Expecting his friend to say something like, "No, you're the man," Mitch was surprised when Justin responded with, "That's right—I'm the man. And you're just the sorry bitch that's sailing through this course on my coattails."
"Fuck you, assclown," Mitch said quietly, grinning from ear to ear.
"Fuck you, and the whore you rode in on." Justin was smiling just as much.
"MITCH! JUSTIN! Keep it down back there," the teacher said, shaking his head in dismay.
"Yes, sir," the two boys chimed in, slouching down in their seats as the next pair of students started to get underway with their presentation.
With the pressure off, Mitch sat back in his chair and let his mind wonder, the topic being discussed of no interest to him. His thoughts turned to his mother, and the way she'd been playful the last couple of days, almost as she knew what he thought of her. That kiss in the kitchen last night, the way she'd called him 'Mr. Big Eyes' as she shoved him out the door this morning—he didn't know what to think, especially since she had a big smile on her face when she said it. He felt himself starting to get hard as he thought about her, and the glimpses he'd had of her gorgeous tits when her robe had come loose this morning. He figured he might have to go the washroom at some point soon and whip off a load, knowing he had some pictures of his mom on his phone he could look at when he did. It obviously wasn't as much fun as looking at all those pics he had of her on his computer, but he'd used the ones on his phone many times before to relieve himself.
"Oh fuck...did I turn my computer off?" he thought to himself with a rush of panic as those thoughts of the pictures he had on his machine ran through his head. He was diligent about shutting everything down when he was going to leave, never wanting his parents to discover what he had on his computer. He had made sure to set it up with password protection, which would kick in after the computer had been left untouched for ten minutes. Having fallen back to sleep the way he had, he wasn't sure if he'd shut it down or not. He'd jerked off one load, and then thought about going for a second, but had he shut it down at that time, or left it running? He wasn't 100% sure. Oh well, either way, with the password protection, it should be fine. With the initial jolt of panic subsiding, he sat lower in his seat as he watched the presentation going on, slipping his hand deep into his pocket and caressing his swelling cock, his thoughts drifting back to his mother's pretty face and lush mature body.
Nicole spent a long time at the lingerie store, concentrating mostly on the white bridal lingerie. She loved the feel of the sexy garments as she ran her fingertips over the satin and silky material, wondering how her son's hands would feel when he ran his hands over them, with her warm curvy body beneath his roaming fingertips. She selected a few wickedly alluring items from the bridal area, and then a few others of various colors that she thought he'd like. From all those photos he had of her in the various folders, he seemed to like all types of lingerie, although the shots of her in bridal lingerie outnumbered the others by a fair margin. With her arms loaded with packages, she made a trip to her car and dumped everything in the trunk before returning to the mall, heading to various women's clothing and shoe stores. Having looked through the numerous folders of pictures Mitch had Photoshopped her face onto, she knew just the type of things he liked. She'd even taken her phone and snapped a number of shots of the computer screens with various Photoshopped pictures displayed. She was hoping to pick up some outfits just like the ones he'd placed her in. She knew that couldn't help but get him aroused. With this in mind, she set about shopping. She ended up being at the mall for over two hours before she had everything she needed to put her little plan into effect. Well...almost everything. There was one place she knew of located in a strip plaza not far away that would have just what she wanted. Within just a few minutes, she pulled into the parking lot and entered the crappy little 'Personal Security' store.
"Do you have any of those 'Nanny cam' things?" she asked the salesman. Twenty minutes later, with a quick tutorial under her belt, she was ready to go.