Still, regardless of any other consideration and despite the fact that she silently admired the unflinchingly calm with which the brunette had handled the situation during their very unorthodox first encounter, Ellie felt somewhat dissatisfied with the way things had started with Gabby. After all, she was her son's first girlfriend, or at least the first Ellie had ever met in person. A more formal introduction was necessary, the busty mother decided, and so, after a few masturbation-filled days had gone by and she had ascertained that Tyler's relationship with his new girlfriend appeared to be serious, she had announced to her kids that she would have Gabby over for dinner to get to know her better. As expected, Tyler and Michelle hadn't been particularly thrilled by that prospect, but, as much as they would have gladly avoided it, they weren't too opposed to the idea either. Also, the fact that their mother had gone as far as to take a few hours off work so that she could cook dinner herself made it very clear to the siblings that Ellie was pretty serious about the whole Gabby business and it was best to just go along with it.
Being quite the mama bear and feeling even more protective of her kids exactly because she was forced to spend so much time at work and was therefore rarely at home to watch over them in person, Ellie had dutifully done a thorough background check of the brunette and her family. Apparently, beside being the undisputed alpha female of the school, Gabriela Jacinta Valdez was also the heiress apparent both of her father's entrepreneurial empire, composed mainly of high-end resorts and hotels spread all across the Caribbean and Central America, and of her mother's own family fortunes, not to mention all the precious personal connections she had accumulated during her career as a former lobbyist, before she became a local councilwoman and a key member in many a charitable foundation. Despite Ellie's initial worries about the ties that Gabby's parents might still have to the cartel activities of some of their relatives in Mexico and Colombia, it quickly turned out that the girl's parents both belonged to branches of their respective family trees that had opted out of illegal business and turned fully legit for a couple of generations now. Reassured as she surely was by those preliminary inquiries into her son's new girlfriend, Ellie was still not fully satisfied, not until she could get a direct impression of Gabby through an extensive face to face encounter, hence the dinner invitation.
Although her merciless work schedule usually caused her to get home too late to do anything but order food in or take Michelle and Tyler out for dinner somewhere, Ellie was actually a pretty good cook and genuinely loved preparing a nice meal for herself and her kids. That night, among other things, Ellie had made her famous spaghetti carbonara, a huge life-long favorite of Michelle and Tyler's that didn't fail to leave Gabby very well pleased and asking for seconds as well.
While they ate and chatted, Ellie had soon formed a better and more detailed picture of who Gabby was. As Ellie had already gathered, the girl was bright, resourceful, extroverted and blessed with a lot of confidence alongside the kind of magnetic, charismatic personality that made her feel and look at ease in any situation while also causing everyone around her to regard her as the one in charge. Gabby also had impeccable manners and, despite showing no real in-depth interest or overriding passion for anything in particular, she had mastered the art of contributing something to every discussion, be it a witty comment, a grinning quip or an off-hand yet always pertinent question. Ellie didn't fail to notice that Gabby's self-assured attitude sometimes bordered on arrogance, and there was no doubt about the massive size of the girl's ego, but overall she felt indulgent toward the brunette: in consideration of her young age and privileged upbringing, Gabby hadn't turned out so bad, Ellie had to admit, not bad at all.
By the time dinner was over, Ellie had found herself grudgingly admitting that yes, despite her somehow mandatory and rather lame maternal concerns, she did really like Gabby, and yes, she was indeed a worthy girlfriend for her beloved son. Still, the reassurance that Gabby was good enough for Tyler hadn't been the only positive outcome of the dinner as far as Ellie was concerned. In fact, what made the voluptuous mother smile approvingly as they finished up the tiramisu she had made for the occasion, were the clear hints and bits of evidence she had gathered indicating that Michelle approved of Gabby too, and that the two of them were getting along perfectly well. That, more than anything else, had been a load off Ellie's mind.
In truth, despite her constant arousal and her recent masturbatory compulsions, ever since the moment she had heard Gabby announcing herself Tyler's new girlfriend Ellie had been very worried about the effect that the brunette might have on the so far perfect combination of loving affection and playful complicity that linked Tyler and Michelle so tightly together. As close as her kids had always been, it wasn't too unreasonable to assume that, once either of them got in a serious relationship, the other might react with jealousy, resentment and generally feeling bad about the whole thing. With all the ruinous consequences that such a situation would bring to her kids' harmonious and mutually nurturing bond, Ellie had always worried about what would happen when one of them got a boyfriend or girlfriend. Luckily though, Michelle didn't seem to harbor any ill will toward Gabby at all.
In fact, the two girls, different in character as they were in body type, seemed to have clicked perfectly, as proven by the fact that they were constantly giggling and whispering to each other when they weren't playfully tormenting Tyler. True to his good-natured stoicism, Tyler just smiled patiently at them, raising his eyebrows and shrugging his powerful shoulders any time the girls teased him or traded conspiratorial words and impish smiles while glancing his way. Knowing her daughter as well as she did, Ellie had considered the fact that Gabby got along so well with Michelle as the ultimate proof that the brunette was alright, because there was no way Michelle would ever allow anybody she considered to be somehow harmful to get in a position to hurt her adored big brother. Moreover, Ellie had interpreted Gabby's attachment to Michelle as more than a simple byproduct of Michelle's being her new boyfriend's sister: it almost seemed to Ellie that the brunette was interested in both her kids, as if she wanted to be a part of their special life-long sibling union, which, the curvy mother rationalized, made a lot of sense given that Gabby was an only child who, from what Ellie had gathered, was used to having tons of superficial acquaintances but not much in the way of true friends. In a way, it was only natural that a girl like Gabby would see the true life-long affection that Tyler and Michelle shared as something new and different and intriguing. Much to Ellie's glad surprise, the brunette seemed not only to have been welcomed with open arms by the siblings within their own private world, but also to have benefited emotionally from this inclusion as well.
Once dinner was over, Michelle had casually mentioned that they sort of had plans to go to the movies, but they could go another time as well, it was no big deal, really. Playful and lightly delivered as were most of Michelle's statements, that implicit suggestion that the boring part of the evening had better be over brought a smile to Ellie's lips. She had indeed been right in assuming that, after submitting to her request for a proper dinner with Gabby, her kids would be eager to leave and spend the rest of the night having fun. Nodding in maternal benevolence, Ellie had gladly agreed to let Tyler, Michelle and Gabby go and enjoy themselves, her only halfhearted and unneeded parental recommendation being that they shouldn't get home too late. After receiving a smooch on her right cheek from Tyler and one on her left from Michelle, and after turning down Gabby's perfunctory but still appreciated offer that the three of them might stay a little longer and help cleaning up, Ellie had seen the three teenagers to the door and waved them goodbye, all the while hiding her bubbling anticipation.
In truth, beside having expected the kids to want to get out of the house after dinner, Ellie had actually counted on them to do so, for that would finally give her the perfect chance to place the micro cameras in her son's bedroom so that she could catch him on video plunging his monstercock inside his sassy new girlfriend's tight pussy. The thrill of knowing that she was about to put her naughty voyeuristic plans in motion, plus the fact that she had been on her best motherly behavior all evening, suddenly triggered a rising tide of burning desire that washed over Ellie's voluptuous frame mere moments after her kids and Gabby had driven off, making her moan in excitement even as she closed the front door and leaned back against it. A rush of lewd mental pictures flooded her brain, her simmering arousal quickly boiling over as her pussy moistened indecently and her clit tingled with need, forcing her to postpone everything, from cleaning up the kitchen to planting the cameras, just so that she could give her needy mommy-hole the relief it was screaming to get.
And indeed Ellie had given her pussy all the needed relief, and then some. Now, sated and glowing after her extended and deliciously thorough self-pleasuring session, as she stood naked in her home study and carefully unpacked the micro cameras while pondering once again where exactly to put them, Ellie couldn't help but feel a familiar buzz of lust laced with subtle guilt running through her voluptuous naked body. Walking in on your son and his girlfriend having sex was one thing, but deliberately spying on him was a whole other matter, the busty mother repeated to herself for the thousandth time, hearing the stony voice of her conscience admonishing her about what she was about to do and how wrong it was, on so many levels. And yet, for the thousandth time, the velvety voice of her horniness once again prevailed, filling her with tingling urgency and suggesting that yes, it was indeed much different to deliberately spy on her son and his girlfriend: it was much hotter and it would allow her to see even sexier stuff than a facial!
