It was good Shelby had sent Bryce to his own room. Steve had showed up early the next morning. She awoke to the sound of him entering their bedroom.
"Hey baby." He greeted her cheerfully.
She smiled at him groggily. "I missed you."
He sat on the bed next to her and kissed her on the forehead. "I missed you more."
She smiled at him, but on the inside she was remembering the events of the previous night.
"Are the boys awake?" She asked.
"Not yet." He told her. "I was thinking about making pancakes before they get up."
She smiled as she sat up in bed. "I'll help."
A few minutes later, the married couple was downstairs cooking breakfast together. Shelby had selected an outfit that she knew both Steve and Bryce would enjoy. She wore skimpy athletic shorts, and another tight fitting tank top without a bra. She could tell Steve liked the way it looked on her from the way he ogled her while they cooked. Several times he'd even reached down to grab a handful of her tight, perky ass. Every time he did, Shelby couldn't help but he reminded of Bryce pounding that same ass into the carpet last night.
"Alright, I think everything is pretty much ready." Steven announced as he finished making a platter of pancakes.
"I'll go wake the boys up!" Shelby announced.
"Rise and shine, Tiger." Shelby whispered in Bryce's ear.
He opened his eyes, looked up at her, and smiled groggily. He hadn't expected to see her under these circumstances again so soon.
She was straddling him with a wicked grin on her face. Her hard nipples were poking out through her thin tank top, and she was slowly grinding back and forth on his morning wood.
"Good morning." He said. "Is dad back yet?"
Shelby nodded. "Yes he is. That means we're going to have to behave today." She continued grinding into him.
"You're not exactly making that easy." He told her as his hands went to her hips.
"I don't want it to be easy."
She bent down and kissed him hard on the mouth, slipping him her tongue and moaning sensually. By the time she pulled away, he was struggling not to try to take things farther.
Then without warning, she climbed off of him, and walked to his door. "Come down and have breakfast with us." She said over her shoulder. If you're good, I'll take care of you later."
Minutes later Bryce had dressed and come down stairs to join his parents and brothers.
Bryce exchanged greetings with his father, doing his best to act natural. He figured there was no reason for Steve to suspect anything was up, but it was still hard to shake the feeling of guilt over what he'd done last night. The fact that he couldn't wait to do it again certainly didn't help.
Shelby on the other hand seemed completely unbothered. She went about setting the table while trading small talk with her husband and sons. All the while, Bryce kept hoping for a wink, a smirk, or a whisper. Any kind of slight flirtation from her. However, there was none. She was just normal 'Mom' as if last night, and for that matter their brief encounter this morning hadn't even happened.
As the family all gathered at the table, Bryce sat directly across from his mother, scanning still scanning her face for any kind of sign of their new dynamic but he found none.
Steve began serving up pancakes, bacon, eggs, and fruit, and Bryce realized he should probably stop staring at his mom. She'd told him to behave and evidently she really meant it. He'd hoped she intended to somehow subtly tease him in front of the rest of the family. Nothing major, just something only the two of them would pick up on. Instead, she was acting as though they hadn't just fucked on her bedroom floor last night.
"So honey, how was your work trip?" Shelby asked her husband, Steve.
"Boring." Steve told her. "Boring meetings with boring people. I've got another trip like that coming up in a few weeks, and I'm not looking forward to it.
Shelby glanced at Bryce for just a split second. Her expression remained unchanged, but as soon as their eyes met, he knew what she was thinking. They'd have more alone time, eventually. Even if a few weeks sounded like an eternity from now.
Bryce had to admit, he felt a little silly about the fact that a split second of eye contact act with his mother gave him butterflies in his stomach and a tingle in his cock.
"How long is this one going to last?" Conor asked.
"At least a week." Steve answered
Bryce felt someone kick his ankle lightly. He assumed it was his Mom and that she'd done it on purpose, but she gave no outward indication.
"It's going to be really boring here without you for a whole week." Shelby said.
"I'll be bored without you, too, but I'm sure you'll find some way to entertain yourselves."
Bryce felt someone's sneaker stroking his calf, and he certainly hoped it was Shelby's.
"We'll come up with something, but we'll be thinking of you the whole time." Shelby said as her foot moved up to Bryce's knee.
"Well, we've got some time before then." Steve said. "We should spend some quality time together before I have to leave again."
"Oh, we absolutely should." Shelby said, sounding openly flirty now. "You and I especially should find some one-on-one time." Her foot crept up Bryce's thigh.
Bryce couldn't decide how he felt about this. He was watching his mother flirt with his father, specifically to make her son jealous. At least he was pretty sure she was trying to make him jealous. All the while, she was stroking his leg with her foot. He wondered if she intended to stroke more if this kept up.
"Darling, I'm sure the boys don't want to hear that." Steve said, however he was smiling back at her.
"Oh, they don't mind." Shelby assured him as her foot moved higher up Bryce's thigh. "I'm sure they know what a flirt their mother is, and how in love I am with their father."
"Ugh, Mom." Connor complained playfully.
"What?" Shelby responded. "If I didn't love your father so much, we wouldn't have ended up with you 3."
"Yeah, but still..." Connor said.
"Well, I don't hear Tommy complaining yet."
Shelby pointed out.
Tommy shrugged as he swallowed a bite of pancakes. "It doesn't really bother me. I'm glad my parents are still in love." He explained quietly.
"And what about you Bryce?" Shelby asked, looking directly at him. Her foot moved over his crotch. "Does it bother you when I flirt with your father in front of you?"
"Of course not, Mom." Bryce lied. Knowing he was going to have to share her drove him wild.
"Good boy." She said as she pushed his cock up against his abs.
"Don't embarrass him, honey." Steve said.
Bryce forked a bite of pancakes into his mouth and tried to keep his cool as his mother's foot stroked his aching hard-on.
"I don't mean to. I just really missed my husband. I'll try to behave now, but you're going to have to take me upstairs and fix my attitude soon."
Steve grinned sheepishly and stood up from his spot at the table. "Alright boys, I guess it's time I do you all a favor and get your mother out of your hair for a while."
The boys all chuckled. All except Bryce.
Shelby removed her foot from Bryce's cock and stood. She flashed him the briefest smirk, and stepped away from the table with her husband in tow.
"Don't wait around for us." She called over her shoulder as she took her husband's hand and led him upstairs. "We might not be back down for a while."
Hours later, Bryce was doing anything and everything he could to think about something else. But all he could think about was the fact that his Mom was in bed with someone else. It shouldn't make him jealous. It never really had before, but that was before things had changed. He didn't know what he was missing before.
That afternoon, as Bryce was working on his car, trying not to think about where his parents were, he got a text from his mom.
'Did ya like that?'
He wasn't sure how to respond. Did he like what? The footjob she didn't finish or the fact that she ran off with his dad?
'I guess' he responded.
'Aww. Is my baby boy jealous?'
'Lol, no.' He lied.
'Not even a little? I won't be mad if you are.'
'Not even a little.' He doubled down on the lie.
Then, something happened that instantly made Bryce lose his cool. His mom sent him a picture. A selfie of herself in bed, naked and with her face covered in thick, white, fresh cum.
'Wtf?' he typed back
'Still not jealous?'
'Okay, fine, I'm jealous as fuck.' He admitted
'Good. Because I was thinking I'd like a good, hard, angry fuck from you later.'
'When?'
'Tonight, after your dad falls asleep.'
'I can't wait that long.'
'I'm still your mother, and you'll wait as long as I say you'll wait.'
Shelby went downstairs the next morning a bit later than usual. She'd slept in after having had such a long night. That night, Steve had thoroughly rocked her work for the second time that day before he passed out.
Not long after, when Steve was asleep, she'd snuck over to Bryce's room to spend some quality time with him. It was everything she'd hoped for. He was aggressive and frustrated. He was clearly angry about her having intentionally made him jealous, and that was exactly what she wanted. He'd manhandled her into his bed and ruthlessly pounded her until she saw stars. It was even better than their first time together. She was pretty sure he'd enjoyed the sex more this time too. So to her, it seemed only reasonable to continue giving him reasons to be jealous.
This morning, however, he hadn't been in his room. In fact the whole house had been nearly empty. Steve had already left for work, and so had Tommy, her youngest. She knew Bryce didn't work today, so she wasn't sure where he was, but before she could think about it further, she found Connor, her middle son, alone in the kitchen eating a bowl of cereal.
"Morning, Mom." He greeted her cheerfully. "I like your outfit."
She glanced down at what she was wearing. Skimpy athletic shorts, with a loose cropped t shirt. The shorts were so short her ass was popping out of it, and the shirt was cropped so high that if she raised her arms wrong she'd have been flashing her tits.
She hadn't realized Connor ever paid attention to what she wore. She'd picked this outfit out for Bryce, but since he had disappeared without bothering to say where he was going she supposed it was just as well that Connor liked it.
'Then again, how did he like it?' She wondered. Did Connor really see her the same way Bryce did? If so, did Tommy as well? Possibilities started pouring into her mind. Filthy thoughts she knew she was evil for even imagining.
"What do you like about it?" She asked, sounding like she was interrogating him.
He looked like he'd been caught with his hand in the cookie jar. "Nothing, just...um, it looks comfortable on you I guess."
She smiled. "Well I'm glad you like it, honey."
She took a seat next to him at the table. "You know, we haven't had a chance to spend much quality time together lately, you and I."
"It's okay. I know you've been busy with Bryce."
Her stomach dropped. "What do you mean?" She sounded more defensive than she meant to.
