Kelsey's World Ch. 19

"You were older, Richie. I got plenty mad up in New Hampshire, remember? I just never thought I'd be in the middle of something like this."

"It's the new you. You're a lot happier than you used to be."

Barbara put a forkful of food in her mouth and looked down at herself. The little slip had ridden up her legs, barely covering the lacy panties underneath. The black satin draped over her tits in a softly sexy way. She really was a new woman, compared to just a few months ago. She was happy where she was. The Richie situation was complicated, but things had a way of working out. She learned that from Kelsey.

—

"That guy's checkin' you out," Wendy said, two days later at the gym. "Those new clothes are workin', girl!"

Barbara and Wendy both had on the sexy sports bras they bought at Victoria's Secret. Barbara had kicked things up a notch with bicycle-short style leggings that clung to her like white on rice. She wore nothing underneath them. It was the first time she'd done that, and it felt wickedly naughty. When she did her stretches and mat work, the camel-toe was right out there, especially from the back.

"Did you wear any of your new stuff in front of Richie's friends yet?" Barbara asked. She and Wendy were standing next to each other, legs apart, doing toe touches.

"Not intentionally, but Richie saw me. I was in the bathroom putting on my makeup, in that lacy babydoll. I though he'd leave when he saw I was dressed like that, but he just stood there and talked to me about school. You remember how see-through that thing is. It kinda freaked me out a little."

"Good freaky or bad freaky?" Barbara asked.

"I'm embarrassed to say."

Barbara smiled. "We'll make a MILF out of you yet."

"A MILF! Oh my God!"

"Isn't that the goal? Isn't that why we're here, sweatin' our asses off?"

Wendy smiled. "I guess."

—

That evening, Barbara finally got the text she was hoping for from Richie. He was on his way over.

The meeting wasn't as awkward as Barbara had feared. Richie had already deduced, from things his mother said, that the two women had met after his sexual relationship with Barbara was well underway. It had taken him a few days to get used to the idea of his mother being so close to what was happening.

"I hate to say this, but if you want to stop seeing me I'll understand," Barbara said.

"That's not happening. I'd rather have her mad at me than do that."

"Richie, she's your mother. Your relationship with her should come first."

"I know. It's okay. She probably won't find out anyway."

"What about me?" Barbara said. "She's my friend, too. What if I said I wanted to stop."

"Do you?"

"No. But I should. I'm almost thirty years older than you, Richie. Doesn't that ever bother you?"

Richie shook his head and smiled. Barbara loved it. It was the same smile that lit up his face when he was between her legs, eating her pussy. The same smile that greeted her when he removed her blindfold after some dirty, sweaty bondage play. The same smile that she could see behind his camera when it was focused on her tits. She was in love with the adorable boy, and was quietly thrilled that he'd decided to stay with her.

She guided him to a kitchen chair and straddled him on it. "Open me," she said, looking down at her deep cleavage in the leopard-print kimono robe Richie loved.

He untied the sash and buried his face in the warmth of her tits. Barb wanted to ask about his mother's identical robe, but she decided it was too soon for that. The thought excited her, though. She would definitely bring up the topic after Richie had gotten used to things.

Barbara wobbled her shoulders, playing her big tits across Richie's happy looking face. He was hard as a rock underneath her, so she opened his pants, eased his cock out and fucked him, right there in the chair. He chewed at her tits, moaning loud, pumping his young seed up inside her as she came. It was a grinding, wickedly hot start to the evening.

A new restraint system for Barbara's bed had arrived on the UPS truck a few days before, so she had Richie lash her down with it and blindfold her. His face was buried in her pussy when Austin got home. Barbara's loud, giggly moans kept them from hearing his arrival. They didn't hear his footsteps down the hall, either. Richie was lost in his happy work, so he didn't notice when Austin paused at the open bedroom doorway, looking in at his writhing, tied up mother.

It was his first good look at her in the throws of sexual passion since the fateful day he and Kelsey found her in handcuffs with the big black dildo inside her. Seeing her with Richie was different, though. It wasn't a shocking sight to Austin, the way it was the first time. It was a whole lot sexier. As he watched, her back writhed into a high arch, over and over again. Her hips worked furiously against Richie's hungry mouth. She wasn't a mother anymore. She was a stunningly sexual woman.

Austin stepped silently into his room. He left the door open and climbed onto his bed. He closed his eyes and listened.

He smiled after he got used to things, amused by the ebb and flow between the two lovers. Neither one was afraid to tell the other what they wanted. Austin hadn't noticed that level of confidence in Richie when he was with Kelsey and the girls. His mother was teaching the boy well.

It wasn't too long before Austin's big cock was out in his hand. He stroked himself to a messy finish as he listened to his mother's screams of pleasure. He cleaned up with a few tissues and curled up on his side, drifting into that half asleep state where everything sounds dreamy. He stayed there for an hour while Barbara had beautiful orgasm after beautiful orgasm. "Fuck me like I'm your mother!" she growled devilishly at one particularly high point. It was one of those near-orgasmic exclamations that come out of nowhere, the ones that are barely remembered.

A little while later, after some slower, less frantic wind-down sex, Austin heard Barbara walk Richie down the hall, the two of them all lovey-dovey, saying their mumbled goodbyes. Barbara walked back to her bedroom after he left, and was shocked to hear someone in the bathroom. Her heart was pounding as she wondered what to do.

"Austin?...Is that you?"

"Yeah, I'll be out in a minute, Mom."

"Where did you come from? Have you...been here?"

"Yeah, a while," Austin said.

He opened the door and leaned against the opening. Barbara's leopard-print kimono robe was gaping open. She pulled it closed and cinched the strap when Austin just stood there looking at her. Her post-orgasmic brain was still in sex mode. Having a man so near gave her the tingles, but the 'he's my son' side of her brain was controlling her body language. After the robe was closed she crossed her arms. It had the unintended effect of boosting her cleavage, but Barbara didn't realize that. She looked more vulnerable, and younger, than Austin had ever seen her.

"A while?" she said, sounding confused. "Austin!"

"It's okay, Mom. Don't worry about it."

Barbara didn't know what to think. It seemed like every situation she found herself in, ever since meeting Kelsey, was a brain twister. "Well...I'm supposed to worry about it. Are you okay?"

"I'm okay," Austin said, with a gentle, loving smile. "Are you hungry? Is there any of that pasta left?"

"I'm starved," Barbara said. "And I'm dying for a glass of wine."

"That's what you get for dating guys who aren't old enough to drink."

"Oh my God," she said, shaking her head at her own behavior.

"I guess I know why you're in such good shape now," Austin smirked. "It's got nothin' to do with the gym."

"All right, smart aleck! Kitchen! Let's get something to eat."

They sat at the kitchen table, eating leftover pasta. Barbara's hair was a beautiful mess, and her naked body was barely concealed. Austin could smell the sex on her, and was surprised he was almost as turned on as he was when he was around Kay and Trinny. Now that he'd seen his mom and Richie together in the flesh, he made a mental note to have a look at the rest of the photographs the next time he was at Kelsey's. He was anxious to see them.