Dinner and a Fashion Show

By the time she returned home, Marge was sweaty but exhilarated. She found Brian sitting on her bed, surrounded by her clothes, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

Her room looked like a mini-tornado had swept through. The floor was scattered with her lingerie, dresses, and skirts, all tossed around in a colorful mess. It was like a kaleidoscope of lace and silk, with pinks and blacks and whites and reds and blues all tangling together in a chaotic symphony of feminine allure. The scent of her perfumes filled the room, each fragrance seemingly fighting for dominance. Several pairs of her heels, of alternating lengths and styles, were strewn about chaotically.

But the mess didn't bother her. In fact, it brought a big smile to her face seeing her son taking such an interest in her personal items.

"How was your run, Mom?" He asked, not taking his eyes off of her spandex-covered thighs.

"Wonderful, just wonderful!" She exclaimed, "And what has my favorite son picked out for me?"

Brian looked to the mess and picked up a short, sleeveless, flowy red polka-dot dress that she hadn't worn in ages. The color was so vivid and the fabric was so light that it looked like it could float in a summer breeze. It was the kind of dress that screamed 'fun' and 'sexy', and it was definitely going to show off her legs and breasts.

Marge felt a rush of excitement and nostalgia as she took the dress from him. "Oh, sweetheart, this dress! I bought it for your father and I's anniversary trip to Saint Martin a few years ago."

Her mind drifted back to the steamy nights spent in the tropical paradise, the dress perfectly capturing the romance of the candlelit dinners and the passionate moments in their hotel suite. She had felt so alluring and desired in it, and David hadn't been able to keep his hands off her all weekend.

Marge laughed lightly, "You have quite the eye for fashion, young man. It's like you know exactly how to make a woman feel irresistible."

Brian smirked, his gaze lingering on the dress in her hands. "I just know what looks good on you, Mom."

"Thank you, sweetie. That means the world to me." She leaned in and kissed him softly on the cheek, her lips slightly salty with sweat. She felt his cheek press into hers, and she lingered for a moment longer than she had intended. "It's funny, your father loves this dress too. I can't tell you how many times he's begged me to wear it over the years." She playfully rolled her eyes. Boys will be boys, she thought to herself.

Brian scrunched his face at her comment, before smirking.

"It would be silly to waste such a fun and sexy outfit on dad when you could just wear it for me today."

Marge's jaw went slack as she nodded profusely. "Yes. It would be silly to waste such a fun and sexy outfit on your father when I could just wear it for you today,' she said robotically.

She blinked rapidly, her smile returning to her face.

"Alright, I'll just pop into the shower quick, and then I'll put it on," Marge said, her eyes sparkling with excitement as she looked again at the dress. She couldn't wait to slip into the red polka-dot fabric that held so many memories.

"Take your time, Mom, I'll clean up in here" Brian said. "I left you a little surprise as well."

Marge practically skipped into the bathroom, feeling like a teenager again as she closed the bathroom door behind her.

The surprise greeted her the moment she walked in. There sat Mr. Hugglesworth atop her porcelain bathroom sink, his one button eye glowing a sinister red she locked eyes with the cute and cuddly stuffed animal.

As if he sensed her presence, his eye began flashing, bombarding her with a blinding, white light as she felt any lingering tension immediately flee her mind and body.

It felt like someone had drilled a hole in her brain, creating an open void for new thoughts to enter and swirl around in her head and fill the newly created empty space, before firmly taking root in her mind.

"You love him, you cherish him. You must give him what he wants" a voice melodiously whispered in her ear.

"I love him, I cherish him. I must give him what he wants," Marge distantly heard herself slurring.

Woah, she giggled to herself. She must have zoned out there. Shaking away the cobwebs, Marge put the bear back down, stripped out of her sweaty clothes and underwear, and tossed them into an orderly pile on her bathroom floor.

The shower felt amazing on her body as it washed away her sweat. She took her time, letting the hot water cascade over her body, feeling the warmth seep into her muscles.

Her mind began to drift, and she found herself thinking of Brian. His eyes on her breasts, the way he had talked about Rachel and Lila. She was so honored and comforted by his open admiration for her, a feeling that grew as she touched her own breasts, playing with her nipples under the water's spray. He was such a little cutie, she thought, giggling out loud.

Marge's thoughts grew more vivid, imagining his hands on her, cupping her breasts, his thumbs playing with her erect nipples. The sensation grew stronger in her mind until she was lightly rubbing herself, her hand gliding down to her clit. She was lost in the fantasy, her body responding to the mental images of her son's gentle touch.

She thought back to their chat this morning as she continued working away at herself, her wedding ring glinting as the rays from the frosted bathroom window peaked through. She couldn't fathom what she or Rachel could have possibly ever been upset about. Each passing moment, her and her daughter's actions seemed more and more outlandish, ridiculous and cruel.

Her son had made the 'unconscionable' sin of...being a horny, recently-turned eighteen year old and liking girls. Oh the humanity, she saracastically thought to herself, as she plunged three fingers in and out of her dripping snatch.

And who more obvious for him to show an interest in then the women he spent the most time around? Marge knew she was still very attractive, and her daughter and Lila had no shortage of **** boys tripping all over themselves to try to date them. If anything, Marge, Rachel and Lila should have felt fortunate to draw the eye of such a hunky, well-mannered, confident young man like Brian. And instead, they had shunned him. But all that was going to change.

Marge felt a sense of peace wash over her, her eyes glazed over with a gentle smile.

She was saw a light flash out of the corner of her vision.

"I love him," she murmured to herself, pinching her clit. "I cherish him."

She knew she had to make it up to him, had to make sure he knew how much she loved and appreciated him. He deserved to get what he wanted. She wasn't exactly sure what that was, but she knew that if Brian wanted it, she would happily give it to him, no questions asked. From now on, Brian was her number one priority.

Marge was humming to herself, when she was interrupted from her epiphany, as she saw the door the the bathroon opening slightly.

"Mom, we need to talk about Brian!" Rachel called out over the running water. "He's being totally inappropriate again!"

Marge turned the shower off and poked her head out, a serene smile on her lips. Just hearing his sweet name made her so happy and fulfilled.

"What's the fuss about, sweetie?" she asked genuinely. Was her daughter still digging in on her absurd behavior? Hadn't she raised her better?

"Well it seems like you completely disregarded that he was hiding in my closet to watch me and Lila sleep! And now he's just lounging around like nothing happened in his boxers being totally rude to us!" Rachel cried frantically.

Marge sighed to herself, quite annoyed at her bratty daughter.

"Your brother is just trying to be nice and spend time with you before you head off to school, I'm sure he's just trying to be friendly."

"Friendly?! Mom, he's been acting so gross!"

Marge stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around her luscious figure.

"Now Rachel, you know how boys are at his age. He's just curious about girls. It's perfectly natural. You should be more understanding." Marge breezed past her, walking out of her bathroom, leaving a trail of wet footprints.

Her daughter huffed and stormed out, slamming the bedroom door on her way out.

Marge walked into her walk-in closet, the smell of her favorite perfumes and the gentle rustling of fabrics filling the space. The red polka-dot dress was already laid out for her, with a sexy black, lacy thong on top. She picked it up, feeling the smoothness of the fabric and the lightness of the lace. She recalled it as the one she and David had discovered under Brian's pillow, which brought a wicked smile to her face.

The dress was definitely a show-stopper. The kind that made heads turn and jaws drop. Marge had always loved it, but had never felt quite this excited to wear it. She slipped into the red polka-dot fabric, feeling it hug her curves in all the right places. The dress was a little tighter than she remembered, but she liked the way it accentuated her figure and showcased her toned legs. The thought of her son seeing her in it made her feel so yummy. She twirled around, watching the dress billow around her and her breasts bounce with excitement.

The black, lacy thong was next. Marge felt a thrill as she slipped into it, feeling the material snuggly hug her thick, child-bearing hips. Next came the platform sandals he had left out for her, that made her feel so sexy and feminine. She felt like a million bucks as she soaked in her reflection. She had never worn anything quite so...sexy before, definitely not for her husband.

But it made sense. It would be silly to waste such a fun and sexy outfit on her husband. This was all for Brian. She loved him, she cherished him. He was her top priority. And he had picked this himself, so she knew it was obviously what he wanted.

A shiver ran down her back at that realization, trickling down the back of her naked, exposed legs, curving around her manicured toes, then up her thighs and straight to her vagina. She looked so fun and sexy for her sexy son. Her favorite son that she loved and cherished so much.

Marge blew herself a quick kiss in the mirror and headed downstairs to greet Brian. As she was on her way out, an intrusive thought popped into her head. "Convert her, convert Rachel."

Rachel..she thought to herself. Turning back towards the bathroom, Marge grabbed Mr. Hugglesworth. Maybe the toy bear could cheer Rachel up?

Marge departed her bedroom. Her heart was fluttering, hoping Brian would be satisfied with her appearance. She knew how hard he worked to pick out her outfit, and it would break her heart to see him disappointed.

As she made her way down the stairs she heard a giggling fit coming from the living room. It sounded like Lila at least was in a good mood after the girls' shopping day.

Just like her own bedroom from earlier, there was an assortment of dresses, blouses and skirts scattered all over the living room floor. To her, it seemed like Lila was putting on a little fashion show for Brian. How fun!

She was currently dressed in a sexy flowy, floral mini-skirt with a tight white crop top that really accentuated her cute, likely C-cup breasts. Lila was on the couch, snuggled up next to Brian as she had him wrapped in a soft, warm hug. She was nuzzling her long, dirty blonde hair against his cheek. Her cheeks were red, oozing excitement, as she giggled profusely. She looked **** for affirmation, as she stared at Brian, hoping for any kind of reaction.

"Lila, that's enough! You are acting weird. This isn't right." Rachel cried.

Lila pulled away from the embrace with a playful smack on Brian's arm, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Oh Rach, don't be jealous!" she sang, her voice sweet. Lila kept her attention on Brian before looking back at Rachel, a playful smirk playing on her lips.

"I should probably be getting home soon, my Mom has been texting me asking when I'd be home for dinner. Though hanging out with Brian seems so much more fun." She winked at him.

Marge snuck in quietly behind them, setting the bear down on the dining room table, a clear line of sight on the girls.

"Cute skirt, Lila!" Marge called out, as the girl was packing her stuff.

She smiled at her daughter whose jaw was hanging open as they made eye contact.

"Thanks Mrs. Thomas, you look super cute yourself. I love that dress!" Lila giggled.

Marge looked down at herself and giggled. “Oh this old thing?” she said, twirling around. “I just felt like dressing up a bit.”

Marge looked to Rachel and studied her attire, frowning that she was still wearing the same boring jeans and blouse she left the house with to go shopping in.

"Is everything alright down here with you girls?" She asked, mostly directed at Lila given how unreasonable her own daughter was being.

"Rachel seemed to think Brian was being inappropriate," an obvious skepticism in her tone.

"Rach! Nooo Mrs. Thomas, not at all. He's being such a gentleman. I was the one pestering him to show him all the new outfits we bought today and he was being so sweet and thoughtful pausing his game to sit through my little fashion show."

Marge burst into a fit of giggles and gave Brian a proud look.

"You're such a good boy, Brian. Rachel, you should be more like your brother. He's going to be so popular at school with the ladies."

Wanting to show how proud she was of him, Marge strutted over to him, swaying her hips in an exaggerated way. She plopped down next to him on the couch where Lila had been and gave him a tight, affectionate hug. She leaned back, looking him up and down lovingly.

"I'm so proud of you, sweetie," she said, her voice dripping with motherly affection.

Brian basked in the attention, sliding his arms around her waist. Marge felt an even more powerful shiver overtake her. She welcome his embrace, and slid in even closer, nuzzling against him. Marge giggled, her cheeks blushing. She loved him.

She leaned over and whispered in his ear. "I've been thinking about my sexy boy all day."

"Thanks, Mom, you look really pretty too," he said.

Her eyes lit up at the sound of his voice. She shuddered, overcome with arousal. God, she was so turned on being so close to her sexy son.

Hearing that he thought she looked pretty in her dress lit a fire inside of her. She leaned in, smothering Brian in totally normal, wet, motherly kisses on his shoulders, cheeks, forehead, and finally, his neck. Brian's hand found it's way onto her creamy inner thigh, sliding close to her crotch. Marge obviously was honored by Brian's touch, and she ground against him, her breasts pressing against his chest. Thankfully the dress gave him easy access to her strong, sexy legs that she knew he enjoyed looking at.

She eventually relented, pausing to look adoringly at her son. Marge turned to both of the girls with a smile. Rachel's mouth was agape, eyes wide with fear, though Lila seemed to think little of it, a cute, silly grin on her pretty face as her eyes were glazed over. Her right hand was buried inside her skirt.

"Well, I should get started on dinner. Lila, we'd love to have you again and you know you are more than welcome to spend the night. I am happy to ring up your mom and let her know and invite her to stop by in the morning."

"Yes, I should spend the night," Lila droned, the bag in her left hand dropping to the floor as her gaze remained fixated on Brian.

"Great, I'll call her now and get dinner ready." Marge clapped giddily, before standing up and smoothing her dress out. She needed to be fun and sexy for Brian, and a wrinkled dress wouldn't cut it.

As she got ready to head to the kitchen , she felt a powerful slap rain down on her rear, colliding synergistically with her juicy backside. The noise reverberated through the house, the pain sharp and sudden.

Marge yelped and jumped forward slightly from the slap. But after gathering her bearings, she burst out into a wide smile that showed off her perfect, white teeth. She turned back to face Brian, and leaned forward, meeting him at eye level, his eyes drifting down to stare down her dress and get a cute view of her braless breasts.

"Sorry sweetie, Mommy forgot to mention that she will make her special chicken parm for her favorite son. You just relax and I'll let you know once it's ready." Marge closed her eyes and gave him a quick peck on the lips before scampering off in her heels towards the kitchen, making sure to sway her ass with every step.

Turning back to get one last look at her perfect son, she saw her daughter, clutching Mr. Hugglesworth.

Rachel's soft blue eyes were dilated, as a blinding light shone on her attractive face. Her mouth was hanging slightly ajar as she stared off into space. Her shoulders slouched, the tension clearly seeping from her muscles. Her arm would twitch occasionally, almost as if she was trying to pull away from the bear. But as Marge looked at her daughter's face - jaw slack, brow smooth, with her eyes large, blank, and vacant - it was obvious she wasn’t doing it intentionally.

Marge turned to Lila, who seemed to be paying no attention to her friend, having settled back into the couch next to Brian. Lila was sitting on her knees, her cute tush on her heels, and was gyrating against Brian's side. Her skirt had ridden up, as she slid up and down his shirtless side, leaving a trail of sweat and possibly something stickier as she did so. Brian, for his part, did what any true gentleman would, and was groping Lila's ass, thighs, and boobs as she humped away. He was currently french kissing her and seemed to really be getting into it, and Lila was doing the same with him, moaning and whimpering.

Marge smiled, so proud of her son. She loved him so much, and was happy to see him getting to bond with Lila. Her daughter's friend was a total catch; tall, tan, gorgeous, elegant, intelligent, polite, modest and religious. Over the years, she would sometimes jokingly call Marge 'mom' whenever she was over, an indication of how close she was with Rachel. But Marge knew Lila's mother, Heidi, very well. The two had been extremely close for over a decade now, and she just knew it would bring the conservative Catholic mother of two immense joy seeing her youngest daughter, her pride and joy, throwing herself at Marge's angelic son.

While she busied herself in the kitchen, she saw a few missed calls and texts from her husband. Not wanting to get distracted from cooking Brian's dinner, she skimmed over them and sent a vague, generic text, apologizing for the day getting away from her and telling him she was feeling tired and would check in with him tomorrow before his flight back.

She really had nothing to be sorry about; spending the day catering to Brian was certainly much more important and fulfilling than chatting about her husband's boring business trip. But she ignored being so direct for now, not looking to prolong the conversation any further.

"Love you. Any issues with Brian, today?" He replied.

Marge felt an overwhelming sense of annoyance at David. Why would he even suggest that? Their son was perfect; he'd done nothing wrong, and yet, his own father couldn't get off his case. She never recalled him being the jealous type, but his desire to talk badly about Brian behind his back was a major turn off in the moment.

Her text back was short. "He's fine, perfectly behaved today. g2g getting dinner started."

As she set her phone down, Brian came waddling into the kitchen, Lila still firmly attached to his hip. She was planting tender kisses up and down his body, sucking on his neck possessively and leaving blotchy red, suck marks.

"How long until dinner, Mom?" He asked, while pinching Lila's ass cheek. She girl squealed, bursting out into a fit of giggles before kissing and licking at his flabby pecs.

"Hi sweetie, probably about 2 hours. I want to make sure everything is perfect for my big, handsome, boy." Marge visibly shuddered as he grinned at her, feeling herself get wet down below as she towered over him in her heels. A soft moan escaped her lips.

"Thanks Mom. Do your best for now to focus on dinner and avoid creaming yourself. If it's good, maybe you'll get a treat for dessert." He came up behind her and slapped her bubble ass, before reaching over and giving one of her tits an affirmative squeeze.

She moaned again, cherishing his soft, powerful touch.

"Aren't you also going to say, 'thank you,' Lila?" He asked the disheveled beauty. He gave her tush another pinch, causing her to yelp and squirm again.

"Oh..my..gosh.." she panted. "Yes Brian, I'm...hnggh..just the rudest. Mrs. Thomas, I'm so sorry. Thank you so, so much for letting me stay over with Brian. Ughhh. I just love him so much!" She whined. As if to show how much she truly did love him, the girl forcefully grabbed both of his chubby cheeks, and planted a loving, wet kiss on his lips.

Marge filled with joy and love, seeing sweet Lila so enraptured with Brian. "Of course, Lila. We love having you and you are always welcome."

Lila broke the kiss and looked to her with an adoring gaze. Without warning, Lila dove forward, smashing her face onto Marge’s own. She began to moan slightly as she kissed Marge passionately. The bombshell young girl was clearly a bit inexperienced, as he cadence was a little awkward, albeit admittedly adorable and super cute.

Marge saw Brian looking on, looking giddy seeing his sister's best friend make out with her, which brought her supreme bliss. She gripped the back of Lila's head, inserting her own tongue into the girl's **** mouth. Their tongues danced in each other’s eager mouths, as their lips smacked against one another. She felt Lila's hands slide down her back, groping and squeezing at every part of her curvy, mature body, as she expertly repaid the favor to the less experienced girl.

"Ok girls, that's enough for now. Lila, Mom needs to focus on dinner."

The moaning girl pulled away, drool, saliva and spit trickling down her lips as she broke the kiss. She was panting, a dazed, horny look in her eyes.

"Now if you'll excuse us, I'm going to keep Lila some company upstairs while Rachel is busy with Mr. Hugglesworth."

The duo wandered away, Brian's hand planted firmly on Lila's ass to politely steady the wobbly girl as they headed towards the stairs.

He paused as he passed Rachel, who was still holding the cuddly bear in her arms. Her mouth was no longer agape. Instead, she donned a soft, radiant smile, her eyes dreamy as she squinted, her brow furrowed in a cute, sexy way, as if she was trying to solve a complex puzzle. Her nipples were protruding slightly through her bra, which was visible as her white blouse had become mostly unbuttoned.

Eyeing her, Brian lightly brushed a stray strand of hair out of hers eyes, before reaching out and giving both of her breasts a firm squeeze. Rachel didn't react, other than a content sigh escaping her lips, as she continued to stare dreamily at the bear.

Maybe she had finally come to her senses, Marge thought, before turning back to the kitchen.