Do you feel…I don’t know, funny or guilty about what we do?” Mom asks concerned.

“Not really. It’s actually nice to be able to have you when I want. It sure beats jerking off.”

“That makes me very happy. I don’t care what we do or how we do it, I just really enjoy when you cum for me. Does that make me an evil woman?” Mom asks curiously.

“No, Mom, it doesn’t,” I tell her, “It makes you a cum slut.”

“ I can live with that. I like the way it sounds. Almost as much as fuck bitch and sex slave. Yes, cum slut. That would be me,” Mom says happy with the title.

“So why don’t you come over hear and I’ll make you feel needed, cum slut,” I order.

“Kevin, your Dad will be home anytime now. I’m not ready to let him know I’m fucking our son.”

“He won’t know. I just have a surprise for him, that’s all,” I tell Mom.

“Kevin, this is too far. I can’t do this, and risk getting caught by you’re Father.”

“He’s not going to catch us if you do exactly what I say. Come here and I’ll explain what I want you to do,” I tell my Mother.

After a short explanation, Mom is not only relieved, but also excited by my plan.

“That’s it, you just keep sucking my cock and I’ll tell you when I’m going to cum. You just have to hope my timing is good,” I told Mom.

She was on her hands and knees stuffing as much of my cock into her mouth as she could and stroking the rest with her hand. I was busy looking out the window waiting to see Dad coming home from the lab.

“Okay. Time to feel needed,” I tell Mom grabbing the sides of her head and really fucking her hot mouth.

“Remember, don’t swallow. Hold your tongue up to catch it all and then hold it in your mouth until I tell you to swallow,” I instruct.

I would have liked to have timed it a little better, but as it was, I filled Mom’s mouth with my cum as Dad shut his car door. I pull my cock back and order Mom to hold her mouth open so I can see my cum filling her mouth up to her lips.

“Now,” I instruct hearing the front door close. Mom swallows hard and then wipes her lips to make sure there are no stray drops of my cum. She walks out into the front room while I stay behind in the kitchen.

“Hi, honey. Have a good night at the lab?” Mom asks Dad.

“Not bad,” he comments methodically.

“Come here and let me give you a welcome home kiss,” she tells him.

I wait several seconds and feel myself getting hard over the thought of Dad unknowingly kissing the mouth that just drained my cock.

“Wow. Where did that come from? And what have you been eating? That taste is familiar to me,” Dad says.

I burst out laughing when I hear Mom reply with a house filling, “What?” I push through the door to break up the conversation.

“Hi, Kevin. You got classes this morning?” Dad asks.

“Yeah. I’m working on a project to see if certain sights, sounds, smells and tastes can trigger a memory effect,” I tell him barely able to keep a straight face. Mom shoots me a glare.

“Fascinating. Let me know what you discover,” he says pleased with my interest in science.

“I will Dad,” I say. I look at Mom’s face. She is red from embarrassment and I bust out laughing again.

“What so funny, Kevin,” Dad asks.

“I was just remembering a sight and sound that triggered a memory effect on me,” I tell him laughing even harder.

“Well, don’t be late for class. You can tell me about it some other time.”

“Sure, Dad. If you want to know, I’ll tell you,” I respond laughing my way out the door.


When I get home Mom has calmed down, but not much.

“Do you realize how close that was this morning,” she tells me in an upset voice.

“He never knew. What did you tell him?”

“I told him I was just sampling stuff I was making for breakfast,” she says with a straight face.

“Well, if you want to call it breakfast, okay. But you didn’t sample, you got the whole meal,” I tell her with a grin.

Mom laughs and then continues. “I went into the bedroom with him and he kept talking about it, about how the flavor in my mouth was familiar to him. He actually wanted to make love with me. He got horny over the taste of…”

“Of his son’s cum in his wife’s mouth?” I finish.

“Yes.”

“So did you let him fuck you?” I ask.

“No. I was confused and still embarrassed by almost getting caught. I told him I couldn’t. He just said ‘oh’ and went to bed,” Mom explains.

“And what about you? Did you get turned on by this morning?” I wanted to know. I knew the answer seeing Mom’s face turn red again.

“Yes. It got me very hot. I’m ashamed to admit but I was so horny after your Dad went to bed that I masturbated, “she confesses.

“You masturbated and didn’t let me watch. That’s gonna cost you, my little cum slut,” I warn her.

“Not so loud. Your Dad will be up any minute now.”

“Yes. And we wouldn’t want him to find out how bad his wife is now would we,” I tell Mom hoping and getting the desired response as her face reddens again.


“I forgot to tell you both this morning. I have been asked to give a lecture next week in St. Louis,” Dad tells us before leaving for the lab.

“When you leaving Dad?” I ask. The wheels in my head were already turning. Mom knew it to as she looked at me.

“Leave Sunday night and be back on Friday,” he informs us clinically.

“Well I hope you have fun. I think they have those riverboat casinos there. Maybe you could go and try your luck,” I chat.

“I assure you I’m not going for fun. This is taking me away from work for a week. And there is no way I am going to pay someone to take my money away from me. I might as well throw it out the window,” Dad says indignantly.

“Well if you throw it out the window, make sure I’m the one following you,” I joke. It’s no surprise when Dad doesn’t even laugh at my comment. This man is way too serious.


As soon as Dad leaves, Mom is on me, sitting on my lap so I can’t watch the Speed Channel.

“So what are you going to do with me for a week. I already know you don’t have class. I checked the calendar and you are on spring break, Mister,” Mom says playfully.

“I was thinking about going with the guys to Florida,” I tell her matter of factly.

“Oh you were? And miss playing with me?” she asks popping open her blouse to show me her tits.

At 41, Mom is still a very attractive woman. Especially her tits. I remember several years back she had let herself go. She put on some weight, mainly I’m sure due to depression. I know Dad said something to her and she must have thought if she were thin like he wanted, he would be attracted to her. She started exercising and even went to the gym with me to work out. When all was said and done, Mom was buffed out. I did notice that her tits remained larger than before she started gaining her weight. Fortunately for me, there must not be an effective exercise for removing boob weight.

I reach up and cup Mom’s tits and tease her nipples. “Well I guess you and I could go somewhere,” I say as those wheels in my brain are supercharged with the possibilities. I let Mom get me hard and she climbs on for the ride. I hope she enjoyed how preoccupied my mind was cause she got to ride my cock for a long time, noisily cumming several times. Once I had the basic plan in my head I was ready too. I flipped Mom over onto the couch and mount her pussy, shoving her legs over my shoulders. It took all of 15 seconds of hard and fast fucking before I filled her cunt with my cum, fueled with the excitement of the plans I had started in my head.

For the rest of the week I all but ignore my Mom. Yeah there were a couple of blow jobs here and there, but I didn’t engage in any “heavy” activity with her. I knew she would take care of herself, but that was okay too. We drop Dad at the airport on Sunday afternoon. That’s when I broke the news to Mom.

“I told Dad you needed a vacation. I asked him if it would be alright for me to take you and he thought it was an excellent idea,” I tell her.

“Oh, he did, did he? What else did you tell him?” Mom asks.

“I told him his son had a bigger dick than he did and that I was slut fucking his wife all the time,” I tell Mom with a straight face.

“You didn’t?”

“No, I didn’t. But I sure love the look on your face when you thought for a second that I might have. I told him I would take care of everything and for him not too worry about us,” I tell her. “He even gave me one of his credit cards and told me to enjoy myself. Ok, actually he said he hoped we both had a good time. But I knew what he meant.”

“Kevin you are going to kill me,” Mom says with a giggle.

“Yeah, but you’ll die with a smile on your face.”

“So where are you taking me so I’ll know what to bring,” Mom begins to plan, not knowing that I have the master plan all worked out.

“I have a list of instructions for you when we get home. Nothing too difficult as long as you put your mind to it,” I tell her.

“Yes, Sir. Your in charge,” she says mockingly.

“Good if you only remember that this week, you are guaranteed to have a good time.”

Out of the corner of my eye I can see a mixture of curiosity and excitement on Mom’s face.


Monday morning at eight I load Mom’s minivan.

“Are you sure this is all I need to take,” Mom asks holding a small bag with what she was bringing and a larger empty one.

“Yes, I’m sure.”

“What about clothes?”

“We are going to stop and buy you all new clothes just for this week. Don’t worry,” I tell her hoping she will.

It’s about a six hour drive to our destination. We had been driving for about an hour and a half when I turn off on an exit.

“Do we need gas already?” Mom asks.

“Nope. It’s time to do some shopping and see what the limit is on Dad’s credit card,” I tell her. Actually I know the limit and intend on pushing the credit card limit and Mom’s.

We pull up to a large mall that I had already scoped out on the internet. We visit several stores, with me doing all the shopping and Mom doing all the trying on for my approval. On more than one occasion Mom would whisper to me ‘I don’t know about this one’ which put it into the automatic purchase category.

Before leaving the mall I give her a hand picked bag to take to the restroom and change into. I tell her to throw the clothes she had on in the trash. When Mom emerges into the hallway, she is wearing a sheer white button up blouse open at the neck, a short black leather skirt, a red garter belt holding up sheer black stockings, and capping off her feet are modest four inch red pumps. A not so close examination will reveal that Mom was not given any under clothes to wear as evident when I dropped a quarter and stood behind her as she picked it up.

“It’s a quarter, not a bag of dog food,” I scold as she bends her knees lowering herself to the floor. “Just be a good girl and bend at the waist and pick it up.” Mom’s face turns the most wonderful shade of red as she knows I, and anyone else looking, can see her ass, and if looking closely enough the pussy that I had her shave clean last night. She straightens up and hands me the quarter.

“Let me carry some of the bags,” she asks hoping to cover her blouse.

“That’s okay, I got it,” I tell her grinning.

“Kevin, this blouse is too small. People are looking at me and I’m not wearing a bra. Please can’t you do something,” she pleads.

I look at Mom for a moment and then guide her to a little nook between two stores. “You’re right Mom. It is too tight. I guess I didn’t notice it before. I got an idea,” I tell her. I reach up and snap off the two buttons, one above her heaving breasts and the one even with her nipples, which for some reason were hard.

“There that should be better. Let’s go now. We have a long drive and I need to stop at one more place,” I tell Mom walking away, leaving her to follow me in shame.

A short drive away I pull up in front of another store. Another web browsing find. Mom looks at the sign before speaking.

“What do we need here?” she asks looking at the window sign beckoning shoppers with the promise of adult novelty items and clothing.

“Just a few special things. You’re welcome to stay in the van if you want,” I tell her.

“Yes, I think I might,” she replies cautiously looking at her blouse and the top of the stockings held by the red garter belt.

“Okay, I’ll be back in a little while,” I tell her. I actually knew what I wanted and could have left the store in five minutes. I had called ahead and had most of what I was looking for waiting for me. But part of my plan was to browse a bit and make Mom wonder and worry a bit.

It turned out that the very helpful and quite cute twenty something sales clerk was actually the owner of the store. She was very helpful and not the least bit judgmental at the odd assortment that I had picked out. She even made a few suggestions that while I’m sure padded her bank account, left me with several new ideas for the rest of our trip. Then a wild idea struck me. I talked to the owner/clerk for a moment and she smiled real big and said she would be glad to help me.

I tapped on the window. “Mom, you’re going to need to come in for just a minute,” I tell her.

“I don’t think I want too, Kevin. Not the way I’m dressed.”

“Have you already forgot about who is in charge here,” I ask sternly.

“No, I’m sorry,” she says getting out of the minivan.

Upon walking into the store the clerk confronts my Mother. “Please don’t be embarrassed about being in here. I try to run a very upscale shop and want to do whatever it takes for your visit to be enjoyable,” the girl says.

The mere mention of her not to be embarrassed has the opposite effect on Mom. It’s truly unfortunate that my Mom’s face gets so red when she is embarrassed. She turns to me and I just grin and shrug.

“Now your boyfriend tells me he is looking for something special for a trip ya’ll are taking. I just wanted to make sure to get the right size since you won’t be able to return it right away,” the clerk says with a smile.

Mom seems to relax just slightly when the clerk calls me her boyfriend. She’s probably relieved not to be known as my Mother in this situation. Amazingly enough, Mom’s nipples are hard under the sheer blouse and she can’t seem to stop squirming. Something tells me the clerk is enjoying this as well. Maybe it’s the fact that her nipples are hard too under her pull over top.

“Now I prefer something like this,“ the clerk says holding up a long flowing gown, “but this is a special occasion, so maybe we should just spice it up a bit, hmm?” She pulls out a leather and lace teddy and holds it up to Mom. “This might work,” she says taking Moms arm. “Go ahead and try it on and let’s see what it looks like. We may have to try a different style or size.”

Mom’s whole upper body is flushed with her embarrassment. She looks at me and I just nod. She goes into the changing room and after a few minutes comes back out in her street clothes. She’s looking at the floor and holds the outfit up on the hanger.

“It’s fine,” she says meekly.

The clerk looks at me and I just shake my head no.

“Now sweetie, I need to see it on you if I’m gonna make sure it’s right. Now go back in there and put that naughty thing on and let me take a look,” she says.

Again Mom looks at me and I just point to the changing room. Mom goes back in and the clerk walks over to me.

“How am I doing? Looks like you are enjoying yourself, “ she says as she runs a hand over the bulge in my jeans.

“You’re doing great,” I tell her.

“How far do you want me to push her?” she asks. “I’m fairly excited by this too as you have noticed,” she comments catching me looking at her hard nipples.

I reach up and run a hand across one before replying, “As far as you want to.”

She let’s out a small sigh and then quickly moves to the door, locking it and turning the closed sign out for the rest of the world to see.

“Okay. I got it on,” Mom says from behind the swinging door.

“Well let’s see it. Get on out here,” the clerk says.

Mom walks out in and the outfit looks absolutely hot on her. The front is black leather over her stomach and around each boob. Covering each tit is sheer see through red lace. A combination of the black leather and red lace cover the crotch. Mom’s head is still looking at the floor, but I can still tell she is very embarrassed.

The clerk walks over and starts checking the fit of the garment. I see her hand ‘accidentally’ brush Mom’s nipple and see Mom take a sharp breath in. The girl moves to the back and runs her hands under the garment to make sure it lays properly over Mom’s shapely ass.

“Okay do a little walk for me so I can make sure it doesn’t bunch anywhere,” the clerk tells Mom.

Mom does as she is told and moves around the small store a bit before returning to the clerk. The clerk again makes the pretense of checking the garment, however this time blatantly runs her hands over Mom’s breast.

“Yes, that is very nice,” she says maybe meaning the way the outfit looks or the way Mom’s nipples responded to her touch.

“Just two more things to check sweetie and we’ll be done,” the girl says her hand resting on Mom’s leather covered ass. The girl pulls a chair over and sits down. “You need to crawl around on your hands and knees, just to be sure. I have a reputation and I want to make sure that you will both be happy with this sale.”

Mom looks at me with tears in her eyes. I simply nod to the floor and she lowers herself to her hands and knees, this time crawling around the small store. She moves around and then returns to where the clerk is sitting.

“Just lovely. You know you look very hot in that outfit,” the clerk says.

Barely over a whisper and with her head still hung low, Mom says, “Thank You Miss.”

“Wait here, I just thought of something else we need to worry about,” she says rising and moving to the back room.

She returns in an outfit of her own, one of leather and chains, almost identical to one I have in a bag for Mom to wear later on during our trip. She is also holding a studded leather paddle.

“We need to make sure that the leather covering your ass does not prevent the administration of proper discipline,” she says and brings the paddle down on Mom’s ass. Mom yelps in pain and surprise but does not move.

“It’s really hard to tell if this is going to be a problem, she says looking at me with a huge smile. May I suggest a manner that might prove to be more informing for you?” she asks me.

“Please do,” I respond.

“I was thinking that if she were to have your cock in her mouth, you would be able to tell when I spank her if she is getting the full effect,” she explains while motioning me to in front of where Mom is kneeling.

“Now be a good girl and take his cock out and suck on it. This won’t take long unless you hesitate,” the clerk says. To punctuate her meaning, she hits Mom’s ass with the paddle again.

Mom immediately goes for my pants, hauling them down and freeing my cock. She opens her mouth wide and grabbing her by the hair I push in between her lips, stretching them wide open. The clerk is stroking her own nipples with the paddle as she watches. As soon as Mom seems to settle into a rhythm, the clerk assaults her ass with the paddle again.

Notice any change?” she asks me.

“Not really, maybe you should try again.”

The clerk swats Mom’s ass twice in a row with the paddle. Mom clearly did not expect the second hit and took my cock deep in her throat when she jumped forward.

“Much better,” I tell the clerk. “Would you like to see for yourself?” I ask pointing to the chair.

“I would love to as long as you don’t mind?” the clerk says her face now flush with excitement.

“No. Not at all. Besides I’m sure I can find somewhere else entertaining to place this,” I say pulling out of Mom’s mouth with a loud plop.

“Yes, I’m sure you can. Oh, that reminds me,” the clerk says moving to whisper in my ear before settling back into the chair.

I take the paddle and spank Mom’s leather covered ass and direct her to the chair. Mom moves in front of the clerk and in between her spread legs. The clerk grabs a couple of hands of Mom’s hair and roughly pulls Mom’s mouth to her leather and chain covered pussy.

“Now be a good little slut and eat my pussy,” the clerk demands.

I hit Mom’s ass with the paddle to motivate her. I watch as Mom slips her tongue out and gently moves towards the clerks wet slit. Her first lick is very tentative and I pop her again with the paddle. Mom moves closer and allows her full mouth to work over the girl’s pussy. A couple more taps with the paddle seem to help the process.

“Oh, yeah. She felt that. She’s licking my cunt good now,” the clerk says.

I torture Mom’s ass with the paddle five more times, pushing her face against the girl’s pussy with each strike.

“Fuck, yes. She’s whimpering into my pussy. It feels so fucking good. You better do it now,” she tells me looking at my hard cock swaying in front of me.

I reach down and just where the clerk said, there are several snaps holding the leather and lace crotch front to the ass piece. I unsnap them and am able to pull the back up giving me access to Mom’s lower treasure holes. I guide my hard cock into Mom’s drenched pussy and stroke her a few times, waiting for a response.

“It’s not phasing her, “ the clerk tells me, “try something else.”

And I know what I’m going to try. I pull my cock out and move up letting the tip graze Mom’s sweet asshole. I had been working with Mom using vibrators, dildos and butt plugs to open her up enough to accept my cock there, but had yet to fuck her in the ass with my cock. I start to push and Mom wails.

“It’s too big! You’ll rip me apart! Please, don’t! I’ll do whatever else you want but please don’t shove your big cock up my ass!” Mom begs only making me want it more.

The clerk tosses me a bottle of lube and I open it and push it to Mom’s anus. I squirt a generous amount into her and then work a finger then two in to relax her. I look up and the clerk has allowed Mom to stop licking and is stroking Mom’s face and hair as I prepare her ass for my cock.

I pour some of the lube on the head and shaft of my cock and spread it around. I then reposition behind Mom, aiming my cock at her brown bud.

“Sweetie,” the clerk says to Mom, “get back to work on licking my pussy. Don’t think about what he is doing. Concentrate on licking me and he will be done before you know it.”

Mom looks up at the clerk who is holding her face gently for the moment. Mom nods and the girl pushes Mom’s face back between her legs. I take my cue and move my cock back to Mom’s lubed ass. I ease forward and let the tight ring stretch. It takes several minutes and I can hear Mom whimpering while she licks the clerk’s pussy but I finally get the head in. I hold still, fighting the urge to pump away. As Mom relaxes and adjusts to my cock in her ass I push forward a bit.

“You got her now,” the clerk says, “she’s eating me real good again.”

Pleased with the progress I push a little deeper. I maintain a steady momentum of sliding in and sliding out. Never too much or too far either way. I can’t imagine there being anything in the world that could hold my cock as tight as Mom’s ass is right now.

When I finally get as deep as I can, I work the other way. Sliding out a bit and pushing in a bit. Once all is out but the head, I begin a slow push all the way in. Mom screams and the clerk encourages.

“Oh, yes fuck my ass,” Mom screams.

“Fuck her ass good while I use her mouth to make me cum. Go on, fuck the slut bitch the way she wants it,” the clerk says.

I begin to slide out and then drive my cock back into Mom’s tight ass. I hold her hips in my hands and watch as the clerk holds Mom’s mouth to her pussy. I pick up the pace watching the clerk rocking in the chair and trying to time my efforts. I know the clerk is close when her face flushes. She grabs Mom’s hands and brings them to her tits, making Mom play with her tits while she mouths her cunt.

“Suck my cunt, bitch. I’m ready to cum. Suck my clit and pinch my nipples. You fucking slut make me cum now!” the clerk demands.

Such hot talk from a stranger using my Mom sends me over the edge. I grab Mom and pound my cock into her ass. My balls slap against her shaved cunt and they tighten for a moment before I fill Mom’s ass with my hot cum.

“You must be cumming in her ass,” the clerk says, “cause she is whimpering and quivering on my clit and making me…me… cuuuuuummmmmmm.”

I slide from Mom and the clerk gives me directions to the restrooms to clean up a bit.

Taking Mom’s hand the clerk says, “Come on, Sweetie. Let’s get you cleaned up too.”

They head off into a back room and I go in the restroom to clean up. I return to the front of the store and wait about twenty minutes until Mom comes out dressed as she was when we entered the store. The clerk moves over to me and slips a card in my shirt pocket.

“If you ever need anything special. Please let me know,” she tells me with a wink.

She moves to Mom and kisses her on the lips sweetly before speaking. “And you. You do whatever your son says and I’m sure you will have fun.”

Mom’s face reddens when she realizes the clerk was not fooled. “Yes, Miss.”

I take Mom’s hand and we go back to the minivan. I decide to let Mom sleep for a while in the back. She wakes and returns to the front seat looking at me.

“What?” I want to know.

“I don’t know if you planned that or not, but that was the hottest sex I have ever had in my entire life. And it was very sweet of her to eat me afterwards in the back room,” Mom says with only a slight blush. Now I know what took so long.

“You know what this means don’t you?” I ask her.

“No. What?”

“It means you aren’t just a cum slut. You’re now a bi-cum slut,” I tell her.

“I can live with that,” Mom says as we drive on down the interstate.

Note: Thank you for your feedback on Sex Starved. I look forward to reading your comments on The Trip. The Trip Continues will be a continuation of where this story leaves off.

urs a night at work. I think this is when Mom finally broke down.

I had gone out with my girl friend on Friday night. Dad of course had already taken off for his nightly lab activities. I told Mom that I would see her later. Her comment about hoping I had a good time was lost on me as a casual remark at the time. As it turned out, it wasn't as great of a time as I would have liked. My girl friend and I went to dinner and a movie, then to a club for drinks. My girl friend seemed a little standoffish and I didn't understand why until I was pushing to get laid and she told me she was on the rag. She practically exploded when I told her a blow job would be okay with me. I got back to the house about eleven o'clock not sure if we would still be dating after the fight we had.

"Hi, Kev. You're home early. Come in and sit with me," Mom said.

Between the glassy eyes, the smell of alcohol, her slurred speech and the fact Mom was pouring herself another one, it wasn't hard to figure Mom was pretty well drunk.

"Can I get you a beer," she asks from behind the bar in the family room.

"Sure, I could use one," I reply.

Mom hands me the beer and sits on the end of the couch from me, bringing one of her legs up underneath her.

"Rough night?" she asks.

"It just didn't go as I would have liked it too. We ended up in a big fight and I'm not sure we'll be seeing each other anymore."

"That's a shame. She seemed like a nice girl. What was the fight about?"

"You know, just differences in opinions I guess," I tell her trying to sidestep the real basis for the fight.

"She wouldn't put out for you, huh?" Mom slurs looking me straight in the eye.

"Well…pretty much," I reply not at all feeling well about having this discussion with my Mom.

"Seems the two of you have been going out for about three months now. Looks like by now she would give it to you. Lord knows there are plenty of times I dream of having a man around that wanted to have sex with me," my drunken Mother confides.

"We've had sex before. It's just tonight she couldn't or wouldn't. It's kind of complicated."

"Well I'm glad at least someone in this house has gotten laid in awhile. What do you mean she couldn't or wouldn't?" Mom asks pressing the issue.

I'm looking at my Mom and she has not taken her eyes off me since she sat down. "Mom, I'm not sure I'm comfortable talking with you about this," I tell her and can feel myself blush at the statement.

"Kevin, for God's sake. You're nineteen years old. A man in every sense of the word. I honestly don't see why we can't have an open and frank conversation about sex. I'd tell you about my sex life but I'm sure it would just put you to sleep. Now I want to know. Maybe I can help and then you'll be able to patch things up with your girl," Mom insists.

What the hell, she probably won't remember this in the morning anyway. "Well I wanted to do it. I kept hinting and teasing and everything that had worked before. She seemed to be in a mood. She finally tells me she's on the rag and doesn't want to do it," I explain. Mom sits quietly sipping her drink and nodding her understanding.

"Go on."

"Well half joking half serious I told her she could just give me a blow job. It got real nasty after that. We had to leave the club and she basically yelled and screamed at me the whole way to her house. The last thing she said was that she never wanted to see me, hear from me, or think of me again."

"So let me get this straight. She's on the rag and has a horny stud on her hands and won't at least suck him off?" Mom paraphrases.

"I guess that would sum it up," I tell her.

"That little bitch," Mom mutters.

I bust out laughing and Mom smiles and looks at me kind of funny. "What's so hilarious?"

"I was just thinking of all the things I would've liked to have said and the names I would have liked to have called her during our fight. But what you said is exactly what I said right before she told me she never wanted anything to do with me again."

"Hell it would serve her right never to get the honor of taking care of you again, the fucking cunt," Mom blasts with anger. "I'm sorry, it just pisses me off to think that these young girls are so manipulative and not at all concerned about taking care of their man. If I were your girl friend you wouldn't have had to ask for a blow job, I would have offered it to you. Either that or my ass."

"Maybe I should start dating you," I jokingly tell her.

"Maybe you should, then neither of us would be in the state we are in right now. Can I tell you my problem?" Mom asks.

"If you want to."

"Oh I want to. Your Dad is a decent man. Maybe too decent. Now I wasn't a slut when I was younger, but I did know how to treat a man right and keep him coming back for more. I met your Dad and I guess he wasn't much different than he is now. I met him at a frat party in college and after convincing him he needed to be alone with me, I sort of took advantage of him."

"How do you sorta take advantage of someone? Especially a guy?" I ask.

"Well he was already the same brainiac he is now. But I had reliable information that he was also hung and I wanted that. He had no clue as to what I was really doing. I just bombarded him with questions about his studies and theories while all the time feeling him up. You heard guys when they are doing something talk about how it is giving them a hard on?"

"Yeah, I think we've all said it a time or two," I confirm.

"Your Dad actually does get a hard on talking about science. Once I got him hard then I climbed on for the ride. The whole time I rode his horse cock he talked non-stop about science and all that other bullshit."

I wasn't quite prepared for my Mom to go in such detail about her sex life. Coupled with the fact that I was still fairly horny from not getting any from my girl friend it shouldn't have surprised me that I started getting hard.

"So like all women I thought I could change him. We ended up getting married and I'm fairly certain you were conceived on our wedding night, cause that was all I got until a month later. Once I was pregnant and then you were a baby, sex for me just ended. I really don't think he cares or even misses it."

"Are you telling me that you haven't had sex since before I was borne?" I ask astonished.

"No, not quite. I get him to fuck me about once a month now. He still chatters non-stop and I just tune him out and go off into a fantasy world while he pumps me. The sad part is I miss all the other stuff, the stuff he won't do," Mom explains.

"Like what?" I ask my curiosity genuine.

"Just the things that you have already started taking for granted. At least until tonight. Your Dad doesn't believe in oral sex, giving or getting. If he is preoccupied, I do good for him to even notice me. Kevin, you need to find another girl friend. One that is going to be willing to take care of you properly. There has to be someone out there somewhere. Don't end up like me. Don't marry some girl cause she is gorgeous and let's you stick your dick in her once in a while. You'll end up on the computer in chat rooms while you masturbate. Trust me, it's not the best way to live if you can help it."

"Do you do that a lot? Masturbate while on the computer?" I ask. It's Mom's turn to be embarrassed. She gets up and fixes herself another drink and brings me another beer before answering.

"Probably more than I should. I thought I could learn to live without sex in my life or as I said that I could change your Dad. And now that he's working at night, I know I won't be getting any."

"You shouldn't feel bad about masturbating or even living out fantasies on-line. I've done that too. It can be a safe and health release for you."

"Now see, to me that is disturbing," Mom says.

"What? That I go on-line and role play and masturbate? You just said that you do it," I snap back.

"Yes, but I'm an old married woman. I should be taking care of myself if my husband won't. You are a young stud in the prime of your sexual life. You should never waste an ounce of strength or a drop of cum on masturbation. That's what women are for," Mom tells me.

"That is easier said than done. There isn't always a woman around," I reply.

"Sure there is. You just have to know where to look," Mom says as she stares at me with glassy eyes. "Tell you what. The next time you feel the urge to masturbate, you come see me. I'll be happy to do it for you, whatever it is you want."

I sit with my eyes fixed on hers. We both clearly understood what she was saying. It was an offer that I had free will to act upon or one that I could forget and never mention again. The problem was I had stopped thinking with the head above my shoulders. And the one below my belt was at the end of an almost painful erection. I look away and take a sip of my beer.

Glancing back I don't see Mom any more. I see a hot and horny lady. Ready and willing to take care of my needs while at the same time fulfilling needs of her own. Could it be that simple? Just two people with physical needs. And Mom is hot, no doubt about it. She has always stayed in great shape and here she sat no more than four feet away showing off her very nice tits wrapped in a halter top and a hot ass wrapped in shorts.

I rise from the sofa and move to stand in front of Mom. She is looking at the floor and I reach down to hold her hands in mine. I move her hands until they are on my belt buckle. Her eyes raise and she stares at the bulge in my pants. Her hands slowly manipulate the belt and then the button at the waist of the jeans. Her fingers work to find the zipper tab and she pulls it down holding the top of my pants in her other hand. Once my pants are open, she tugs at the sides pulling them down. My underwear catches on my hard cock and she continues to pull until my jeans puddle around my ankles. Her hands return to the elastic waistband of my boxers and she maneuvers the material out and around my hard cock letting my shorts join my jeans.

"Kevin, your hung like your Dad," she gasps taking her hand and attempting to wrap it around my hard cock.

She stokes me tentatively, I suppose thinking that I might run away. Her other hand reaches between my legs and hefts my heavy balls in the palm of her hand. Suddenly she jumps up and stands next to me.

"You need to sit down," she says guiding me back to the sofa. Once there she kneels in front of me and removes my shoes and socks. With them out of the way she finishes removing my jeans and shorts.

"Do you mind if I get more comfortable too," Mom asks. I simply nod no as my cock twitches at the thought of seeing my hot Mother naked in front of me.

She wastes no time in untying the halter top and freeing her very large and amazingly firm tits. Her hands grab her shorts and pulls them down as well. Either she wasn't wearing panties or they came down with her shorts because now she is standing before me fully exposed to my gaze.

"Oh, I forgot to take your shirt off," she muses as she straddles my hips and pushes her tits into my chest, all for the sake of removing my shirt.

"Damn, Mom your tits are nice," I tell her as I run my hands up to cup them and tweak the nipples for a moment.

"Well you are welcome to use them too. I haven't been titty fucked in a long time. And you can chose. I like pearl necklaces and facials," she says with an evil grin.

The way she straddles me to take off my shirt caused my cock to wedge between Mom's ass cheeks with the head pointed up her back. Mom reaches down to touch my sensitive nipples and my cock twitches against her.

"Now back there we may have a problem. I've never had a guy your size up my ass. And it's been awhile since anything has more than a vibrator or dildo, but nothing the size of your cock," she says squeezing her butt cheeks together. "But we can practice as much as you like. Kevin, I want to please you. In any way you want, as often as you want. It has been so long since a man has touched me with lust in his eyes like you are now. And if you find a girl that is willing to do all the things I will for you, I will understand."

"Mom, that won't be a problem. I've looked and I have yet to find a woman as hot as the slut in my lap right now. Now be a good girl and get my cock good and wet so I can fuck your hot pussy," I tell her.

Mom climbs off my lap and crawls between my outstretched legs. She begins to kiss and lick the head of my cock, holding it in her hand to control it's jerking around from her touch. Her tongue works it's way along the length of my shaft, moving her hand as she goes so as not to miss a single spot. When her mouth moves back to the tips, she slips her tongue out to taste the precum she has worked up. Her lips form a kiss as she places the head to her lips, holding them tight as my cock parts them.

Mom's lips stretch wide as she accepts my cock into her mouth. One of her hands strokes what she can't fit in and the other fondles my balls. Her mouth works up and down and I let my hand run through her hair. Mom's eyes look up at me as I enjoy watching her suck me. Her mouth twirls around the sensitive head as she strokes me up and down into her willing mouth.

"Oh, yeah. Suck my cock. I want to cum in your hot mouth," I tell her looking her in the eyes.

Her efforts double as she sucks and strokes me. I feel her tongue slither around the head of my cock and her cheeks hollow as she sucks me in. Her eyes close and her face takes on a new look. A finger from the hand holding my balls moves back and strokes the area between my sac and my ass. I gulp for air, having never been sucked so well in my life.

"Oh, fuck Mom! I'm gonna cum now. Oh shit you are the best cocksucker in the world. Please don't stop. Let me cum…now… arghhhhhhhh," I scream. I shoot blast after blast into Mom's waiting mouth. She is still sucking me hard, taking all she can and milking my balls. Her hand strokes me up and down to make sure every last drop reaches its destination.

Her mouth slows down and her hand continues to hold my cock. Mom opens her mouth and I can see it is full of my cum. She purses her lips and lets my cum trickle from her mouth back over the length of my softening cock. Once she has let all the cum dribble from my mouth, Mom looks at me with a big smile on her face. Then she bends down and licks my cum back off my cock, making sure she swallows every drop.

Mom goes to the bar and fixes herself another drink and brings me another cold beer returning to sit on the floor between my legs.

"If you ever get a better blow job than that for the rest of your life, I will kiss your sweet ass. No, that won't work, cause I'll kiss your ass anyway," Mom says with a giggle. "That was the best fucking drink I have had in years. Promise me I will get to drink more of that."

"I'm sure you will get plenty of opportunities. If the rest of you is half as hot as your mouth, I'm not sure I'll be able to keep up with you. But for now, there is something I have to do," I tell Mom standing.

I take her by the hands and guide her to the floor. I kneel over her and let my mouth suck gently on her nipples as my hands feel the swells of her breasts. Mom looks at me and her eyes roll back before she closes her eyes. I allow my hands to roam her body, stroking her arms and neck, and following my hands with sweet kisses to her fiery skin. I move my caresses and kiss down along her flat stomach and move her legs apart. I can already smell her hot pussy, but resist the urge to dive right in.

Instead I work my hands and mouth along the top of her legs to her ankles, and then trail back up to the insides of her thighs. I cross to the other side with a puff of warm air blowing on her horny slit. I work my way as before down her other leg and return to smell the sweet aroma of her excited pussy. I tease her letting my tongue wet along the outside of her pussy lips, enjoying making her hips buck wildly up and down.

From what she told me it is likely Mom hasn't had her pussy licked in over 20 years and I'm determined to make it as hot as the blow job she gave me. I move a hand down to spread her lips and feel the moisture already covering them. I place a kiss on her pussy and let just the tip of my tongue glide along the lower portion of her slit, teasing with light strokes and backing off when she arches her back and pushes herself to meet my mouth.

I move both hands up along her sides and find her breasts. My fingers work over her nipples making them stiff to my touch. I begin a slow tease from the bottom of Mom's pussy slit all the way to the top, stopping just short of her clit. I do this several more times, waiting for a sign. Her nipples remain constantly hard to my touch. I go from a gentle stroking to insistent pinching of her nipples.

At last Mom gives me the sign I was looking for. Her hands find the top of my head in an attempt to guide my mouth to where she needs it to be. I start at the bottom again and this time allow her to pull my head up letting my tongue slide over her erect clit. She bucks wildly as I continue past her clit and she gasps for air and pushes at my head. Twice more I tease her this way, before I let her hold my mouth over her clit. I suck it in between my lips and then lash at it fast with my tongue. My hands are lightning fast over her nipples in a blur of pinching, teasing, and stroking.

Mom let's out a sound that I can honestly say I have never heard from a human being before. After she came the first time I went back to lick her lovely slit and then tongue tipped her clit again, setting her off again. I never let up until Mom pushed me away, too sensitive to take any more.

Mom lies still for several minutes. I fear that maybe the reality of our situation has become apparent and she is having regrets. I touch her leg and she stirs, partly opening her eyes to look at me. To my surprise she almost leaps up throwing her arms around me, kissing the mouth that just ate her pussy.

"Don't ever do that to another woman. If you do she will become your sex slave for life. And that's my job from now on," Mom tells me. "Oh, dear. Did I cause that," Mom asks stroking my renewed hard on.

"Yes you did and you will have to do something about it now," I tell her.

"And how can your sex slave service you, Sir?" Mom asks her face aglow with having just cum.

"I think you better stand up and bend over the back of that chair," I tell her.

"Anything you say," she replies dipping her head and sucking the head of my cock for a quick second.

Mom moves to the chair and bends over it. I move in behind her after spreading her legs wide. I take my cock in hand and tease her wet slit with it. Her hips begin to undulate and I slap her ass and tell her to hold still or she will not get what she needs. I continue to tease her until she begins to whimper.

"Ask me for it," I tell her.

"Please, Sir. Please may I have your hard cock in my pussy."

"That's very nice. But not very convincing. Maybe you should beg just a little for it," I tell Mom as I continue to tease her slit with the head of my cock.

"Oh, please, Sir. I need your cock in me. I need you to fill my hot hole. Please, Sir, please," she begs.

I slide about and inch in forcing Mom to lift up on her toes, and then I pull back out and slide along her slit again.

"I don't think you mean it. I bet you think you hold the power waving your wet pussy in front of my hard cock like that. You better do some primetime begging if you want this monster in you," I warn her.

"Oh, Sir. I need your cock in me so bad. Please, I'll be your little slut bitch. Your sex slave. Fuck me whenever and however you want, just please put your hard cock in my dripping cunt. I'm ready to explode I need it so bad. Oh, Sir I will love you forever if you will just fuck me with your big hard cock. Fuck me hard and fast and fill my cunt with your hot cum," Mom genuinely begs.

"Good girl. Better get ready now. Back on your toes," I tell her as I start the head of my cock back into her pussy. I push up and in allowing myself the pleasure of opening up her tight hole. It is wet and soft and feels good around my cock. As I get further in, Mom lowers herself down off her toes. My cock goes as deep as it can and I feel Mom's pussy spasm around me as she has her first orgasm from my cock.

"Did you like that?" I ask.

"Yes it was wonderful cumming with your cock deep in my cunt," she replies.

"Then it's my turn now, right?"

"Yes, Sir. You are more than welcome to use me and take your pleasure from me."

"Very good. Use you I will," I tell Mom grabbing her hips and pulling her back and forth on my hard cock.

Mom's pussy is so hot and wet and ready to accept the pounding that I begin to give her. I grab hold of her hips and alternate between driving my cock into her hot cunt and pulling her back by her hips onto me. I pull her back off the chair slightly so my pushes cause her breast to rub the rough material covering the back. I pound her pussy hard and fast, causing nothing but moans and grunts to escape her mouth.

"You like that, bitch?" I ask punctuating my question with a slap to her sweet ass.

"Yessss," she hisses at me.

"You ready to feel me fill your cunt with my cum?"

"Fuck, yes. Fill my cunt with your cum baby. Give it to me. I need it so bad. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me," she screams.

With a final push I go deep into Mom's hot pussy, pumping my load deep into her, then feeling her muscles tighten around my cock as she cums with me. I work my muscles causing my cock to twitch in her and she cums again, soaking my cock and balls with a mixture of her and my cum. As I begin to soften, I let my cock slip from her and let myself fall back on the floor. Mom leans over the chair for support for a few moments before she begins to stir.

After regaining some of her composure, Mom kneels down next to me and kisses me softly on the cheek.

"Whenever you need to cum, you let me know. I was serious. You can use me anytime you want and anyway you want. Okay?" she asks making sure I completely understand.

"Okay," I answer. "I'm thinking I'll be ready in about 15 minutes."

"I was hoping you would say that," Mom answers before bending to take my cock back into her mouth.

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