The house was silent except soft, breathy gasps of exertion and the wet, lewd sounds of sex. The slap of skin meeting skin echoed through the empty halls, punctuated by the occasional moan of pleasure, or maybe humiliation.
Jake loved it when his dad stayed late at the office—one-on-one time with his mom was something he was coming to find very precious, and the looming end of his Winter Break had him dreading the return to school. It was wonderful that his mom was so helpful in relieving stress, bending over backwards, or in this case forwards, to accommodate him.
He reached forward and pulled at her nipple, pinching it between his thumb and forefinger, eliciting another moan from Brandi as he pushed her face-down into the sofa’s cushion. She was bent over the arm of the loveseat, allowing her son a nice look at the lush curves of her hips and waist as her ass was lifted into the air. She was short, and her son tall, so she stood nearly on her tiptoes as each thrust of her son’s thick, throbbing cock nearly sent her spilling over the edge.
She was the one moaning, and Jake wasn’t sure anymore whether it was out of delight, dismay, or disbelief. He supposed it didn’t matter. He was enjoying himself, and the way his mom had cum on his cock twice today already was a good enough indication to him that something was going right. Whether she was willing to admit it to him or not, at least part of her was enjoying it. He could feel her getting close again, her tight pussy milking him as he held her hips, plowing into her over and over again, his hips colliding with her ass to make her cheeks ripple from the force.
Spurred by a whim, his hands grabbed both of her ass cheeks, spreading them wide, so that his mom’s tight asshole was staring up at him. He heard her breath catch, her whispered, “Jake?”
He didn’t say anything at first, leaning forward and spitting onto the dark star. She clenched around his cock, trying to push herself up as she wondered what he was doing, but he easily shoved her back down. “What’s wrong, Mom?” he teased, feeling his cock tighten at his mom’s response. “Dad doesn’t touch you there?” She’d been doing so good over the past week, hardly fighting him over anything, that the sudden hesitancy as he played with her ass was interesting. His thumb brushed over her hole, and he sucked in a sharp breath as she flinched, tightening around his cock again. She was going to make him cum through that alone if she kept it up.
She didn’t respond to his question, but it was one that wouldn’t leave him alone, now. His thrusts were coming faster, her whimpers whining, and he knew he had her.
“Is your ass a virgin, Mom?” he asked, his voice ragged as he, too, was getting close to cumming. “You want your son to pop your cherry for you?”
Without giving her another chance to flinch away, he pushed his thumb inside her ass, groaning as he felt how fucking tight it was. His mom yelped, and she jerked upright, trying to push him off. His cock jerked, and he pushed his digit deeper, using his spit as the lubrication he needed to insert his thumb to the knuckle. His other arm braced across her back as he leaned his weight into her, pinning her down as his cock plowed into her cunt, and his thumb plundered her tight, virgin ass.
His mom came first, her body convulsing as her orgasm hit her hard and heavy, a cry keening from her lips. Jake followed a minute later, pulling his cock out of her clenching pussy and spilling his hot, thick load across the pale cheeks of her upturned ass. He spread her ass, stroking himself to spurt a few more jets onto the tight hole he’d teased, chuckling as he heard his mom’s whimper.
“Oh, stop, you came harder from that than anything so far.” He stood up, grabbing his mom’s discarded shirt from the floor and using it to wipe himself clean, then he tossed it onto her. She hadn’t moved—another thing they’d been practicing a bit. “Clean up.”
She finally broke her posture, taking the shirt and cleaning up the cum and sweat that their fucking had left her drenched in.
He smirked to see her remembering so well; the week they’d spent alone together over Winter Break had been well-utilized. Every opportunity that had come up, he’d tried to implement some new rule, some new game. One day he had ordered his mom to walk around the house naked with the blinds and curtains open, another he had jerked off onto her clothes and body and had her wear it around all day, even when accepting packages and picking up the groceries. The day before he’d had her literally wait on him, standing around like a servant waiting for her master’s call, just in case he needed his cock sucked or back rubbed throughout the day. She loathed it, and that made it even more fun. Each time she argued with him he would pull up some new clip, reminding her that her own depravity was what was digging her hole.
Jake pointed to the closet, saying, “Get dressed, Dad will be home soon.” His father called mid-fuck, putting everything on pause while Brandi had breathlessly explained that no, it was no problem that he wasn’t going to be home, sure they would go ahead and eat, and she loved him, too. The whimpers that Jake had elicited while she’d been talking had been delightfully difficult for her to explain away to her curious, paranoid husband, but she’d impressively been able to do so.
The extra hour or two that his dad’s absence had bought them had been well-used.
Brandi shakily made her way to the closet, her orgasm still making her legs and knees tremble. She hated that this was becoming almost routine to her, that she in some ways enjoyed it. Her stress levels had skyrocketed at the beginning of this arrangement with Jake, but the longer it went on and went undiscovered, she found that she was sleeping better and her relationship with her husband was improving.
Today Jake’s lewd curiosities had pushed too far, though—her son had guessed correctly, of course. She and Todd had argued about many things regarding sex when they were younger, but they had both agreed on one thing: no anal. Ever. It had been a comfortable agreement, one that had never been crossed in their nineteen years of marriage. Until now, but it hadn’t been Todd to cross the line. It had been his son.
She felt violated and disturbed that her son had pushed her that far. Everything else he had done to her had been perverted, but this was the first time she felt as if he had taken something from her. Shaking the thought from her head, she flipped through her clothing, her anxiety growing as she saw there weren’t many clothes left that would suit her son’s tastes.
Jake had been more and more hands-on in dictating her attire for the day, often allowing her to dress for Todd until he went to work, then undressing her and re-dressing her in his own tastes for the time that they were alone. Their earlier rendezvous on the dryer had left it broken, though, and the extent of her “sexy clothes” was dwindling.
Curious to see what the delay was, Jake wandered up behind her. He had on shorts, but no shirt, and he grabbed her hip as he came abreast of her, snugging her into his side affectionately. She gritted her teeth but didn’t do anything. “What’s wrong?” he asked, conversationally, though she heard slight reproach in his voice. It was galling, to hear her son reproach her for not moving quickly enough.
“I need to go to the laundromat and wash our clothes,” she said, annoyed that she felt embarrassed by the admission. “The repairman can’t come until next week to fix the dryer, since the holidays are so busy. Until then, this is all I have left.” They were matronly clothes, meant for the law office where she worked, and certainly not the sexy, seductive combinations her son had managed to concoct up of the more daring articles in her wardrobe.
He frowned.
“That’s not going to work,” he said simply, as if there was another answer.
“Well, it’s going to have to, Jake,” she said, snapping a bit more than she would have. She felt a flush spread over her as he lifted a sandy-brown brow, then slapped her ass reproachfully.
“Wear this for now,” he handed her the cum-stained shirt she’d been wearing before, which she took with a look of shock and distaste. He grinned, squeezing her cheek, his finger slipping between her cheeks to tease the hole he’d had his thumb stretching minutes ago. “I’ve got plans for this, and you, tomorrow.”
Brandi’s head was swimming with the possibilities of what that could mean when he left, leaving her with the cum-stained shirt and no excuses for her returning husband.
***
The store was one she was familiar with—they went there quite a bit during sale season, and now, right after the holidays, it seemed to be flooded with people looking for cheap after-Christmas buys. She was a bit relieved when she saw it; she’d almost been expecting some sex shop, but instead, it was just a traditional all-purpose clothing store, ranging from shirts to dresses to panties and anything else in between.
“What are we doing here?” she asked Jake as they pulled up. It was the day after their last run-in, and Jake’s final words were still fresh on her mind. This was clearly part of his “plans,” but what did they fully entail?
“We’re getting you some new clothes, mom,” he said, “sexier clothes.” Her heart sank, knowing what that meant.
They entered the store, and immediately, Brandi realized something was amiss when Brandon looped his arm through hers, pulling her close to him. “Play along,” he warned under his breath, and she felt her heart sink.
“Good morning, how can I help you two today?” The sales clerk that approached them was young and pretty, and she immediately seemed incapable of being discrete regarding her curiosity. Her eyes flitted back and forth between mother and son, the question clear in her eyes.
Jake answered it, “Hi there, my fiancée and I were hoping to know where your women’s and intimates sections are? We’re new to the area and don’t know the format of the store that well.”
He was good at acting embarrassed, but with the way the clerk’s eyes widened, Brandi knew immediately that the juicy gossip of the young man and his much older fiancée would soon spread to the other store employees. Her cheeks burned, but she didn’t dare contradict him—after all, he could simply pull out his phone and prove to them right then and there that he certainly knew of her intimates.
“Of course, right this way,” the woman said, her tone overly warm, her touch overly familiar with Jake as she guided him towards the intimates section of the store. Brandi was surprised to realize it annoyed her, but she reasoned it away as being protective of anyone getting too close to her son.
As they approached the section, the woman departed, and Brandi relaxed.
“I didn’t know you were so jealous,” Jake commented absently as he perused the sections, his eyes moving through the racks as he looked for what he wanted his mother to dress in. It’d been amusing to realize that she was getting upset at the clerk’s friendliness, and just as amusing to conclude that the clerk was only flirting with him to try and steal him away from his older “fiancée.” Women were ridiculous, but it was fun to see that his mom was protective of him, even if she tried to insist she loathed this new bond they had.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” his mom said, stiffly, and he chuckled.
“Go sit in the dressing room for me. I’ll be there in a few.”
Brandi turned and made her way to the women’s dressing room, realizing that on this side of the store it was almost deserted. A shoe sale on the other side of the building had evidently drawn most shoppers and all but one of the employees, leaving it feeling a bit like a ghost town.
She realized, as she entered the dressing room, that she hadn’t even argued with her son at his casual command. She’d just done it. It annoyed her to realize how quickly she jumped now at his command, barely even trying to remind him that what he didn’t wasn’t natural, wasn’t acceptable even if she had to accept.
Two of the stalls were locked: one was occupied, the other simply read “DO NOT ENTER!” The third and fourth were empty, one of which was handicapped. Brandi took that one, feeling a twinge of guilt, but if she knew this new side of her son at all, then she knew he would be joining her in this escapade.
She waited for what felt like ages, but a glance at her phone revealed it had been only ten minutes. The other occupant in the stall down the way came and left a few times, taking new clothes in and out, until Brandi couldn’t tell if she had company in the dressing room or not anymore.
“Mom?” Jake’s voice rang out, and she winced.
“In here,” she hissed, pulling the door open and waving him in. He took his time, of course, grinning when he realized how much it bothered her that he was being slow. Her eyes narrowed, and finally, he stepped through the door, which she snapped shut behind him.
His arms were full of clothes and hangers, which he now hung up on the hooks in the stall. Some of them were skirts, some were blouses, a jacket or two, and still, more than she could see behind those. “Who is paying for all these?” she gaped, knowing the prices of the store they were at.
“You, duh,” Jake said, as if it were a stupid question. She supposed it was.
Finally, when his hands were free, he turned to look at her. She felt a twinge in her stomach as she recognized that look. Her fingers were rising to her throat, to unbutton her blouse when he said, “Don’t.” Instantly she froze, her fingers mid-manipulation of a dark stud.
He stepped closer, close enough to feel the heat radiating from his body. He brushed her hand aside, quickly and carefully unbuttoned the dark, lacy blouse, exposing her black bra beneath. Her skin prickled with goosebumps at the cool air of the dressing room. He pulled the blouse back off her shoulders, allowing it to fall to the ground. He didn’t say anything, and Brandi didn’t either, finding that somewhere along the way she had begun to hold her breath.
She released it, shakily, not meeting her son’s eyes. His arms wrapped around her as his fingers sought the clasp of the bra, skin brushing against skin, perhaps the most intimate act he’d done since they had started this awful experience. She shivered against her will and felt his exhale against her skin as he felt it. The bra dropped to join the discarded shirt, his hands dipping to the tight black pencil skirt she’d worn—the sexiest thing she’d had left in the morning.
Brandi clenched her eyes shut, tensing, as her son’s hands slipped down the waistband of her skirt, grabbing her ass in two big handfuls, squeezing painfully tight until she whimpered. His fingers slipped between her cheeks, teasing the underside of her pussy, slipping slightly into her dampening entrance. “You like this, Mom?” he asked, softly, his voice a murmur in the dressing room. She wondered if the other person was there, hoped that they thought he was asking about clothes, if so.
She didn’t answer, and his fingers pushed deeper inside her, and she finally moaned, as quietly as she could, “Yes, Jake, I like it.”
He let her go, pulling the skirt down roughly, the thread of the buttons snapping as he didn’t bother with them. Brandi flinched but didn’t say anything. She stood in the black panties that were a matching set to the bra she’d worn, and she saw her son appreciate the effort she’d taken when dressing. His eyes were ravenous on her, and she burned with humiliation. Twenty years ago, she would have been ecstatic to see any man look at her that way, but her son’s lust for her shamed her, now.
The sound of a door opening down the hall drew her eyes, and his, too, and she realized that while they had been alone a moment ago, they weren’t anymore. She looked at Jake, shaking her head meaningfully—don’t do anything, damn it, she wanted to shout.
He knelt down, and her eyes widened, realizing his intent only a moment before he buried his face in her panties. A gasp escaped her as his tongue found her clit through the lacy black material, her hands gripping his shoulders in surprise as he sucked it between his lips. Her knees threatened to give out at the sudden, sharp electric energy that surged through her, pleasure heightened to a degree she hadn’t experienced in years. A moan tore from her throat, loud, and she clasped a hand over her mouth in horror.
Jake’s hands grabbed her ass, pulling her against his face, holding her captive as his tongue delved into her pussy, pushing the lacy material inside her, licking and sucking her through the dark black panties. Then his teeth snagged the material, pulling them down, exposing her sex.
Jake’s tongue slipped between the lips of her pussy, tasting the sweet, tangy bite of his mom’s arousal. She was nearly dripping wet, her thighs slick with need, and his cock was hard as he realized how kinky his mom was, even if she refused to admit it. He stood up, though, wiping his mouth on his forearm. “You taste delicious, Mom,” he said, his voice a dull murmur, “we should try that again sometime, when we have more time.”
She couldn’t speak, and he just laughed. He pulled a lacy pink tank top from a hook, handing it to her. “Put this on.”
She hesitated, then asked, “No bra?”
He smirked, “No.”
She put it on quickly, wondering at his game, but she didn’t argue. He handed her a skirt, a short black thing that barely covered her ass, and she put it on, too. He looked her over, commenting, “We’ll keep those.”
They repeated this process a few more times, thankfully with no more surprise oral, with two piles growing as they progressed through the pile of clothes he’d brought: keep, and take back.
Finally, it seemed like they were done. “Alright,” Brandi said, relieved, “that’s the last of them.” Another day of torment done—a glance at her phone showed that it was almost 4:00, and she’d have to get back and cook dinner for the evening, soon.
“Not quite,” Jake said, and she turned, surprised. She hadn’t seen any more hangers, and she was right—there weren’t any. Instead, on his fingers, he held a thin, string bra-set, which at first glance looked like a net than a piece of clothing.
“You can’t be serious,” she said, looking at it, but knowing for certain that he was indeed serious. He just held it out, and after a moment she took it. She didn’t know what other choice she had.
Jake’s eyes were intense as he watched her put on the set. She felt self-conscious as she pulled the stockings up over her calves and thighs, hooking to the mesh garter belt that looked like it belonged in a BDSM magazine. The bra could hardly be called such, her breasts contoured by thick black straps that enhanced the curve of her bust, but hardly concealed or supported. It was sex-appeal, through and through, and Jake seemed to approve of that.
His hand was stroking his cock through his jeans, biting his lip. “You ever had sex in public, Mom?” he asked, as he often did before he began one of his games. Her eyes widened, and she shook her head, denying what he wanted before he could continue.
“Kneel for me, will you, Mom?” his question was a murmur, a breath over her skin, hardly audible even to her.
She shook her head, unable to bring herself to do it. Another woman sat feet away while her son proposed public sex—even the cowed part of her hesitated, trying to find the strength to tell her son no.
“Kneel,” he said, a bit louder, and the sound of movement from the next stall over stilled.
Swallowing, Brandi knelt.
His mom looked up at him, her big blue eyes framed by her long, lush blonde locks. Even at thirty-eight, she was hot as fuck. A MILF, and one he actually got to fuck whenever he wanted. His fingers pushed through those locks now, pulling her towards him. “Help me with these,” he said, not bothering to clarify. Brandi was a smart woman.
Her fingers were quick now as she unlatched the button to his jeans, lowering the zipper. Her fingers pulled him out of his boxers, pushing his pants and underwear down to his knees. She was already about to suck him when he clenched his fingers in her hair, stopping her.
“Make it extra wet,” he said, smirking, before letting her go.
Nervous now, especially because the moment had reminded her that they were in a public dressing room, Brandi once more leaned in to suck his thick head into her mouth, her tongue wet and dripping intentionally with spit. She looked up at her son as she sank her mouth down around his length, watching his eyes as they fluttered shut in contentment, his hands resting gently in her hair as she bobbed on his length. She sucked slowly, trying to make as little noise as possible, acutely aware of the woman who had been coming and going only minutes earlier.
Jake’s fingers clenched in her hair, and her eyes widened, panicked, certain she knew what her son was about to do.
His hands clasped her head tightly as he suddenly leaned over her, taking all control as he slammed his cock into her mouth and down her throat, his rigid length curving into the tight hole to make a loud, wet shlicking in the tight confines of the dressing room. She didn’t know if the other person had stopped moving, she couldn’t hear anything other than the sound of her son thrusting deep into her throat, couldn’t feel anything other than his hard, ridged head filling her mouth, choking her. Tears burned her eyes as her hands pushed against his legs reflexively, trying to push him away so that she could breathe.
He pulled off, allowing her to suck in greedy breaths, saliva spilling onto her chest and the lingerie she’d put on for him. She looked up, knowing that her mascara must be running from tears, but he was smiling at her as if she’d done something good.
She looked down and saw that, in a way, she had, her chest wet from spit and his dripping precum.
“Lay back on the bench,” he murmured, pointing to it. She moved to do as he ordered, grateful she’d chosen the handicapped stall. He straddled her chest, his cock resting between the valley of her tits, and he smirked as he looked down at her. “I’m so glad you’re a dirty, filthy slut when it comes to cock, mom,” he said, his voice loud, carrying. A gasp from down the hall followed, and the sound of someone opening a door and fleeing.
“There,” he said, amused. “Now you can relax, no one is listening. For now. Better make this quick, though.”
His hands pressed her tits together, his cock sliding between the crevasse he’d created. He groaned, surprised by how good it felt, though it felt better because every time his cock slipped through the other side it would brush against his mom’s lips. It was a teasing feeling, making his cock tense and hard, painfully so, driving him closer to a hard, explosive climax. The sexy lingerie she was wearing was just the icing on the proverbial cake. It wouldn’t take long, the idea of what was coming spurring him quickly to his release.
Brandi gasped as her son gave no warning before he came, only needing a few moments of thrusting between her tits to bring himself to a quick, hot climax. The cum splashed across her chest and chin, even getting in her hair. She went to sit up, but Jake pushed her back down, shaking his head. He brought his cock to her lips, pushing the softening rod into her mouth, murmuring, “Clean me up, Mom, then get dressed. We’re not done shopping yet.”
She sucked him clean quickly, doing her best to avoid the tight wetness between her thighs. When he was clean, he dressed, and Brandi went to do the same.
“Keep the lingerie on, and dress in the new clothes. I’ll take the tags,” Jake ordered.
Brandi hesitated, then tore the tags free, handing them to Jake as she, too, dressed. She went to wipe up the cum, but Jake stopped her, shaking his head again. She stared at him, aghast. “You can’t be serious.”
“Deadly. Come on, I think we should probably get going.”
An employee waited for them as soon as they left the dressing room, standing next to a woman who looked at the two leaving the dressing room and glared.
“I’m going to have to ask you two to take any purchases you have to the register and leave afterward,” the employee said, awkwardly. “We’ve had complaints about your behavior.” Brandi thought she would die, but Jake seemed unconcerned, going to the register and making the purchase quickly, making jokes the whole time.
Brandi felt eyes all over her as she left, wearing a sheer dress that barely covered her ass and showed the outline of the lingerie Jake had picked out. Cum was drying on her chest and in her hair, and she knew that the women whispered about the old slut who had come in with a young stud and fucked him in the dressing room.
“Thanks, Mom,” Jake said as they left the building, “I had a blast!”
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