Chapter 3
Tommy must have dozed off. He was awoken by his Mum shouting up the stairs announcing she was home. He hopped off the bed to go and join his Mum. The trail of steam coming from the open bathroom door told Tommy exactly where his Dad was.
When he got to the kitchen, his Mum was just unpacking some groceries. Her outfit was the same, clingy jeans that looked delightful across her plump arse as she bent to the lower cupboards, but she had added a small light jacket that Tommy had never seen before.
"Nice new Jacket, Mum." Tommy complimented her.
"Oh thanks love," she half smiled, hesitating as she spoke, "I... just got a little cold while I was out." Tommy immediately saw through the lie. He assumed that in the absence of the enzymes, she had returned to her more self-conscious state of mind and started to feel uncomfortable about her nipples being on display.
Tommy began helping his Mum out, taking items to cupboards and generally clearing up. She took a couple of bottles through to the drinks cabinet in the lounge, just next to the newly installed vapouriser. Tommy waited, expectantly for her come back, eager to see if there were any noticeable effects. As she returned, Tommy was shocked at how fast her confidence had returned. The jacket had been discarded and she strutted in, the bumps in her shirt more pronounced and striking than ever before.
Catching Tommy's double take, she laughed, "It was so exciting seeing people reacting like that when I was out." Tommy was unable to pull his attention away from the slight wobble of her unrestrained breasts as she moved; it was an obviously intentional affectation of her walk. "Mum's still got it." she added.
Again, keen to test the water, Tommy replied, "She sure has! It's definitely better without the jacket."
His Mum blushed a little, he guessed not because she was embarrassed by the comment or attention, but because she now felt silly for covering herself up. "You boys are such animals," she said in an artificial, stern tone, then giggled adding, "And that's why we love you! Where's your Dad?"
"I think he's in the bath." Tommy told her.
"Would you mind finishing up here? I just need to ask him something and get changed into something more comfortable." As she spoke, she was already striding purposefully out of the room, stopping momentarily to give him a playful kiss on the cheek.
Tommy quickly did as he had been asked, then silently scaled the stairs to see what was going on. The cooing and sloshing of water immediately revealed that, as Tommy had expected, his Mum had joined his Dad in the bath and was now enjoying yet another blissful ride on his dick.
Between their moans Tommy could hear his Mum recounting some of the encounters she had had while shopping, "... and then this one guy said, 'I'd love to suck on one of those.'" They both hooted with laughter, before returning to grunting and groaning as she shifted herself up and down his shaft. She continued teasing his Dad about the number of guys she could have brought home with her, a story which brought them both ever closer to a climax.
Tommy was, as usual, out of the loop in terms of being able to see. The bath was tucked in the far corner of the room, not visible from the door. He was reasonably confident that, as with his Dad earlier, walking in would have presented no issue. But he still wasn't courageous enough to try it. He felt it was better if they were to lead the way.
After an abandoned, simultaneous orgasm, they settled into a round of long deep kisses before he heard his Mum say, "Let Mummy get you clean." before stepping out of the bath.
"You might need to work hard Mummy, 'cos I'm sooo dirty." his Dad played along. They were both tittering as she rinsed him off. Tommy heard the plug of the bath get released, then sneaked back downstairs. He loaded a game up on his console and adopted the most innocent looking pose he could manage.
I wasn't long before Tommy heard the creak of the stairs and had to compose himself for what might appear at the door this time. His Mum piped up with, "Hi Hun, I'll go find us some drinks and get a pizza order in, do you fancy a movie tonight?"
Pausing the game, he turned to reply. Her definition of "more comfortable" was everything the sexually charged way she had said it promised. She had done her hair and makeup, not excessively, but her darkened eyes and red lips gave her a showy look that she usually reserved for nights out. Her hair was up, off her shoulders, allowing for a clear view of the top part of her the shear black sort-of nighty she was wearing.
The gauze fabric was detailed with patterns that emphasised her breasts underneath. It was slightly too small for her large tits, so it squeezed them tightly together creating a cleavage that Tommy felt himself drawn into. Her nipples and large dark areolae were clearly on show through the flimsy material. The lower part was a slightly flared skirt that ended just above her knee. The cloth wasn't quite as diaphanous as the top, but the dark region of pubic hair between her legs was still easy to discern.
Tommy recognised this item from a pile of sexier clothes he'd found stashed in a drawer in his parents' room. She had had it for many years and he regularly wondered if she ever wore it for Dad.