Sex Starved: The TripbyWildfire427©
It had been a couple of weeks since I started playing around with Mom. I loved it and she couldn’t seem to get enough of it. At nineteen you would think I would be able to keep up, but shit, Mom turned into an overnight nymphomaniac.
“I don’t know what it is Kevin. I just can’t help how I feel,” Mom tries to explain. We are sitting in the kitchen on a Thursday morning. “I have always liked to feel sexually needed. And whenever I get a man to want me sexually, it fulfills that need and desire. I’ve felt this way for a long time. It’s just with your Dad…”
“Yeah, I know. Dad’s got a horse cock but the sexual appetite of a hibernating bear,” I finish for her.
“Yes. Exactly. 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.
“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.
“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.