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Copyright (c) 1998 Norm DePloom.  ALL Rights Reserved
 
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fictional; any resemblance to real people or events is 
entirely coincidental.
 
Slave Sister Part Ten
"Lunch With Mom"
By
Norm DePloom 
 
Martha kissed the store clerk good bye with a friendly 
squeeze of his well used cock then walked down the 
short hallway and out the second door into the bright 
noon time sun.  Her thighs were sticky and wet clear 
down below the bottom of the short skirt Dave had 
forced her to wear.  Feeling 'frisky' after three good 
fucks on the floor of the bondage shop Martha walked 
with long skirt hiking steps, coming down hard enough 
on her heels to make her breasts bounce under the thin 
cut off T-shirt.  Her nipples hardened yet again as 
she watched the men turning to stare at her barely 
covered ass.  As she approached the car Martha saw 
Dave talking to five construction workers who all 
turned to watch as she approached them.
 
"These nice men have offered to buy us lunch." Dave 
said smiling at his mother and waving his hand in the 
direction of the sweaty blue jeaned men surrounding 
him. Martha was immediately surrounded, and ushered 
into the coffee shop.  As they walked hands felt her 
bare skin and lifted her skirt and T-shirt to create 
additional bare skin for them to feel.
 
They all sat at a booth in the back of the coffee 
shop.  Three men sat across from her and one sat on 
each side.  Dave stood on his knees on the seat of the 
booth behind his mother so he loomed over her and 
watched as her breasts, thighs and pussy were explored 
by the men before the menus arrived. 
 
The waitress was obviously unhappy.  It was apparent 
that she depended on massive amounts of exposed 
cleavage and a skirt almost as short as Martha's to 
generate tips, and she did not like to have 'her boys' 
distracted by this slut invading her territory.  After 
distributing the menus the waitress turned to leave in 
a huff when Dave stopped her.
 
"Ah..." Dave glance at her nametag. "...Betty, I just 
know your going to do such a good job waiting on us 
that I wanted to give you your tip in advance." Dave 
gave her a wink as he slipped a folded twenty between 
her massive breasts just above the neckline of her low 
cut dress.  Her tip guaranteed Betty became much 
friendlier and began to tease the men about their new 
'toy'.
 
"Is she really your mom?" Dave was asked for the 
second time in less than two hours by the man seated 
to Martha's left.
 
"She sure is." Dave said reaching over her shoulder 
and, slipping his hand through the neck of his 
mother's T-shirt rolling her nipple between his thumb 
and forefinger. The man shook his head in disbelief.
 
"You sure don't look like the kind of slut that would 
fuck her own son." The man addressed Martha "I mean 
your clothes are slutty but you look a little to 
classy to be that much of a slut."
 
"Show him how much of a slut you are mom." Dave said 
continuing to pinch her nipple.  Martha reached down 
and began to massage the man's cock through his jeans.  
Just then the Betty came back with glasses of water 
for everybody. 
 
"How big is it honey?" she asked Dave's mom as she 
glanced down at Martha's hand in the man's crotch.
 
"Feels pretty big." Martha answered looking up at 
Betty, "but not as big as my fiance's" Martha gave the 
hard cock a little squeeze, "or even my son's. You 
should see it, Betty, it's huge."  The man's face 
turned red but Martha's hand felt too good doing what 
it was doing for him to complain. 
 
"I wouldn't mind that at all." Betty said looking at 
Dave and actually smacking her lips at the thought.  
Dave blushed uncharacteristically as Betty frankly 
examined the bulge in his jeans.  "You can get a lot 
more than just good service for that twenty."  She 
said with a broad wink. 
 
"Hey, give her a try kid." One of the men on the other 
side of the booth teased him. "You just don't now what 
a good fuck is till you've been fucked by a bosomy 
waitress."
 
"Hay, spread that around a bit." The man on the other 
side said giving Martha's breast a friendly squeeze.  
Martha reached down into his crotch, and spread her 
legs as both men returned the favor and lowered their 
hands to feel her abundant pubic hair and wet cunt.
 
"Why don't you take her up on that son?"  Martha said 
still squeezing a cock in each hand.  "You might 
discover there is better pussy out there than mine, or 
your sisters."  That brought a chorus of whoops and 
yells from the men at the booth.
 
"You fucking your sister too?"
 
"God damn, you horny little bastard."
 
"Wish I'd had a family like that when I was a kid."  
Betty delivered food to the table.
 
"You're coming in the back room with me."  She 
announced grabbing Dave's shirt and pulling him out of 
the booth.
 
"I promised these guys you'd suck them off in exchange 
for lunch." Dave informed his mom as Betty pulled him 
toward the door leading into the storeroom.  Once in 
the supply room Betty pushed Dave up against the 
closed door and massaged his growing cock.
 
"Are you really as big as your mom says?" she asked 
smiling at his blush. "Yes," she continued, unzipping 
his pants, "you are."  Betty dropped to her knees and, 
pulling Dave's growing cock from his trousers began to 
lick the head running her tongue up and down the 
underside of the shaft.  Dave moaned in pleasure as he 
unbuckled his belt and let his trousers fall to the 
floor. Then, after stepping out of his pants, Dave 
reached down and dug Betty's huge breasts out of her 
bra and allowed them to hang down over the front of 
her dress while he pinched and pulled on her large 
hardening nipples. 
 
"You can only have me if you're willing to be my 
slut." Dave informed Betty as he pulled on her 
nipples, forcing her large breasts to stretch into 
elongated cones on either side of his thighs.  "Are 
you willing to do whatever I tell you to do?" Dave 
asked twisting her stretched nipples with increasing 
force until she winced in pain then nodded her head 
'yes' without letting his cock escape her sucking 
mouth.
 
In one motion Dave grabbed her breasts and pushed her 
back onto the floor then, straddling her stomach and 
grabbing a bottle of vegetable oil from the shelf, 
poured it into her cleavage until it ran down either 
side of her neck and pooled on the floor underneath 
her back.  Tossing the bottle aside Dave pushed her 
oiled breasts together then plunged his hard cock 
between them fucking up toward her waiting mouth.  
Dave kneaded her large glistening breasts like two 
piles of bread dough while he roughly fucked his cock 
between them.
 
"Fuck my tits, honey." Betty cried out.  "Fuck them 
hard.  I love having my tits fucked by a horny young 
stud."  Betty's hands rubbed over Dave's bare butt 
while she talked.  "I can cum just having my tits 
fucked, I like it better than having my cunt fucked."  
Dave redoubled his efforts making Betty's entire body 
shake every time he slammed his cock into her tits. 
Betty held her head up off the floor and flicked her 
tongue over Dave's cockhead every time it peaked out 
from between her quivering breasts. 
 
"I'm going to fuck your tits." Dave announced as her 
fucked harder and harder, "Then you're going to get on 
your hands and knees and I'm going to fuck your cunt 
doggie style."
 
"Anything you want honey." Betty promised in between 
lapping at his cockhead with her tongue.  Dave crammed 
his cock into Betty's tits forcing his cock head 
between her lips and gyrated his hips against her 
stretched tit flesh as his cock pulsated and spewed 
gobs of hot sticky cum into Betty's mouth and across 
her face.  After Betty licked the last of Dave's cum 
from his cock, Dave sat back on Betty's stomach then 
slapped his hands back and fourth across her slimy oil 
coated tits.
 
"Oh god," Betty begged, "hit my tits, I love it.  Hurt 
my tits honey, make me cum again."  Dave pulled 
Betty's nipples up to his mouth and sucked and bit 
roughly on both at the same time, generating another 
round of moans from the waitress.  Looking around Dave 
saw a large wood spoon, which he grabbed and began to 
smack straight down on her nipples switching with each 
slap from one nipple to the other.
 
"Oh God yes...Oh God yes...Oh God yes..." Betty 
chanted and bucked her hips with each slap of her 
nipples.  "I'm cuming honey, I'm cuming..." As Betty's 
orgasm reached its peak Dave climbed off the gyrating 
waitress and pulled her over onto her hands and knees.  
Then, kneeling behind her, Dave thrust his hard cock 
into her wet open cunt with one hard shove.  Having 
buried his cock into her gapping pussy, Dave reached 
under her and grabbed a handful of tit with each hand.  
Pulling on her breasts for extra leverage Dave slammed 
his cock into her cunt with all the force her could 
muster.
 
Betty, her head hanging down and being slammed up 
against a bag of potatoes, continued to chant 'I'm 
cuming honey, fuck me hard honey' with every slamming 
thrust of Dave's large hard cock into her wet dripping 
cunt.  Dave continued his relentless fucking of 
Betty's cunt until his own orgasm surged through his 
body leaving him limp and laying over her massive 
buttocks, resting on her back.  When Dave finally 
released his grip on Betty's breasts he noticed marks 
where his fingernails had dug into her tender flesh.  
The two of them lay on the floor in a limp pile for a 
few minutes before Dave spoke again.
 
"You do have a real nice cunt their, Betty." Dave said 
as he rose from the floor and pulled his trousers on.  
"I think I'll send the coach and Father Michael by to 
pay you a visit."  Betty, who had grabbed a towel and 
was busy wiping the oil from her breasts, paused in 
mid-wipe.
 
"You mean 'Big Daddy'?" she asked. Dave nodded 'yes'.  
"I've always wondered why they call him 'Big Daddy'." 
Betty continued as she resumed wiping her breasts with 
the towel.
 
"Well, you pull him back here and you'll see why." 
Dave took Betty by the arm and ushered her through the 
door with her breasts still hanging out of her dress.

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"Why don't I take care of that obligation right now 
while you gentlemen are eating." Martha said, turning 
and seeming to flow off the seat, as soon as the door 
to the supply room closed behind Betty and Dave.  
Martha started with the man whose cock she had 
compared to Dave and the Coach's. 
 
"You really do have a nice cock." She said looking up 
at him from under the table while he took a bite from 
his ham sandwich.  "Real thick, I like that." She 
finished as she sank her mouth over his cock and 
swirled her tongue around its head.  The man froze 
with his sandwich half way to his mouth.
 
"OH God," he moaned, "Just wait till you guys feel 
this."  He put his hand on the back of Martha's head 
to guide her speed and depth.  His other hand slowly 
sank back down to the table where the ham sandwich 
slipped from his grip and fell back onto the plate.  
"This is worth a hundred lunches." 
 
The other four men stopped eating and watched the 
expression on the face of the man receiving the 
blowjob.  Every lick and swirl of Martha's tongue on 
his cock was reflected on his face until his eyes 
rolled up so far that only whites showed then a deep 
growling groan could be heard from his throat. 
 
"Drink my cum, slut, drink my cum." He moaned as his 
cock twitched pumping hot sperm into Martha's mouth.  
He was left sitting limply as Martha moved on to the 
next man.  Each man in his turn felt the expert 
attention of Martha's hot wet sucking mouth.  Then 
after the last cock had dumped its cum onto her tongue 
she slithered back up into her seat.  Picking up her 
sandwich, Martha took a dainty bite from one corner 
and looked around at the glassy stares on the five men 
as she chewed.
 
"Oh my excuse me." She said with mock seriousness as 
she lifted her cut off T-shirt, exposing her breasts, 
to dab at a spot of cum left on her chin, then took 
another bite of her sandwich.  The men at the table 
began to come out of their blowjob-induced stupor and 
ate their sandwiches with silly grins on their faces.  
As Martha popped the last bite of her sandwich into 
her mouth Dave wondered back to the table wearing a 
silly grin of his own, followed by Betty who's breasts 
were still hanging over the front of her dress 
displaying her large nipples.
 
"See, what did I tell you about those bosomy waitress 
types." One of the men at the table said then, turning 
to the other men, "Well, we better get back to work 
boys."  Each of the men gave both Martha's and Betty's 
breasts a friendly squeeze on their way out of the 
coffee shop.
 
"Thanks guys." Dave called after them as they walked 
toward the front of the coffee shop. "Betty will be 
glad to take care of all of your lunch time needs from 
now on." Dave turned and grinned at the blushing 
waitress.  "You did promise to do everything I told 
you to do."  Dave spoke softly before turning to his 
mother.
 
"Come on, Mom," Dave said holding his hand out to help 
her up from the booth, "We still have to buy you some 
new clothes."
 
At the fashionable clothing store Martha followed her 
son around trying to keep the cut off T-shirt and the 
short skirt both pulled down far enough to cover her 
self.  Martha blushed furiously every time a breast 
peaked out from underneath the T-shirt, or the skirt 
pulled up to expose her pouting cunt lips and still 
sticky inner thighs.  Why, Martha wondered, do I feel 
more embarrassed here, in front of other women, than I 
did in the coffee shop sucking on the dicks of five 
total strangers?
 
As each piece of clothing was selected Dave would 
allow his mother only to step behind a clothing rack 
so the mall shoppers outside the store could not see 
her, when she removed her T-shirt or skirt to try on 
the selected item. Martha blushed when she saw the 
disapproving looks, and heard the mumbled references 
to 'that slut', from most of the women in the store, 
but her cunt oozed lubricant down her thighs and sent 
urgent fuck me messages to the rest of her body.
 
As she modeled each of his selections for her son's 
approval, Dave would slip his hands under the top, or 
skirt being tired on and 'check the access' to his 
mother's breasts or pussy, before either accepting or 
rejecting the piece of clothing in question.  Each 
'access check' was made in plain view of the other 
shoppers, and with lingering squeezes and pinches 
before the decision was made.  After making his final 
selections, and paying for the clothing, Dave escorted 
his mother to the back of the store.
 
"Take off all your clothes" Dave ordered producing the 
'merry widow' corset he had purchased at the House of 
Bondage, from a bag he had been carrying with him.  As 
Martha Striped, Dave waved at two young women who had 
been following them around the store and invited them 
over.
 
"Are you store security, or lesbians, or just sluts 
who are enjoying the show?" Dave asked them as they 
joined him and his mother at the back of the store.  
The two giggled and looked at each other then back at 
Dave and his naked mother who was blushing as she 
waited to be told what to do next. 
 
"Well," answered the taller of the two, "sort of all 
three." The two giggled again.  Dave looked at the two 
young women then back at his mother. 
 
"Why don't you take her into the back office and make 
sure she's not trying to shoplift anything?"  Dave 
suggested.  The two 'security officers' wasted no time 
in taking Martha by her arms and walking her between 
them past the fitting rooms and through a door into 
their 'security office'.  Dave followed with an 
expectant bulge growing in his trousers.
 
Dave looked around the 'security office' and chuckled.  
These two, Dave thought as he scanned the TV monitors 
obviously attached to hidden cameras in the fitting 
rooms, really do like to watch shows.  Dave stopped 
and watched one of the monitors.  On it one of the 
women who had been calling his mother a slut. sat in 
the fitting room, her legs spread and her hand rubbing 
furiously up and down her crotch.  Dave smiled as the 
woman leaned her head back and looked directly into 
the hidden camera, then opened her mouth in an unheard 
moan as her hips gyrated and humped against the chair. 
After the woman's orgasm was over she stood up and 
sheepishly straightened her clothes then hurried from 
the room.
 
Dave turned from the monitor just in time to see the 
two 'security officers' begin their 'full body cavity 
search' of his naked mother.  Dave stroked his hard 
cock through his trousers as he watched the two girls 
finish their extensive examination of his mother's 
body cavities. Dave unzipped his pants and stroked his 
hard cock directly when the girls insisted that his 
mom return the favor and examine their body cavities.  
When they were done Dave walked across the small room 
and repositioned his mother so she was bent over at 
the waist with her chest was laying on the desk and 
her legs spread as far as they would go.  As he 
unbuckled his belt with one hand Dave gently caressed 
his mother's ass, sticky thighs and wet pussy with the 
other. 
 
Once his hard cock was liberated from the confines of 
his trousers Dave, holding his cock at its base rubbed 
his cockhead up and down his mother's open wet cunt.  
Then Dave smiled at the two 'security officers', who 
were watching with rapt attention, as he slipped his 
cock slowly into Martha's pussy.  The two security 
officers decided to practice their 'body cavity 
search' techniques on each other while they watched 
the mother and son fuck. Dave was sure that the moans 
and groans, as well as the smell, generated by their 
fucking could be detected clear out into the mall.
 
Dave watched the two girls sucking on each other's 
cunts while he pumped his hard cock in and out of his 
mother's pussy.  Dave fucked with body pounding force 
until Martha's moans reached an almost ear splitting 
intensity and her well muscled cunt walls grabbed and 
milked his cock while she came, rotating her hips in 
small circles against his crotch and hanging onto the 
far edge of the desk with booth hands.  When his own 
orgasm started Dave pulled his cock from his mother's 
cunt and spewed his cum on the two girls who were 
licking each other's wet pussies.
 
Dave watched the two 'security officers' grind their 
bodies against each other as their cunt muffled moans 
announced their own orgasms.  All four of them sat 
looking at each other in semi-embarrassment as they 
caught their breaths and began to put their clothes 
back on.  Dave gave his mom the corset to wear, and a 
short sleeveless dress to wear over it.  The dress was 
the only item Dave purchased that covered his mother's 
body with any degree of modesty.  The item that made 
the dress attractive for Dave was the zipper that ran 
down the entire front of the dress allowing it to be 
opened to completely expose her body.  Dave unzipped 
the dress far enough to expose her breasts which were 
being held up and displayed by the corset. 
 
Dave stepped back and looked at his mother in her new 
clothes then, after turning to the two girls and 
getting nods of approval from them, took his mother by 
the arm and escorted her out of the office then 
through the store and into the mall.  Martha smiled as 
they walked through the crowded mall, she always 
enjoyed a good fuck, especially one from her son.  
Dave put his arm around his mother's waist and allowed 
his had to rest on her butt, giving her a gentle 
squeeze now and then as they strolled through the mall 
stopping now and then to look into the windows of the 
stores.  Martha looked at their reflections in the 
windows and admired her son's selection of slutty 
clothes for her to wear.
 
With each step the dress shifted just enough to allow 
first one nipple, then the other to peak into view 
then slip back into hiding again.  With each shift of 
the dress across her nipples, they would harden more 
and more, until they ached to be sucked.  This action 
of the dress across her sensitive nipples combined 
with the lusty stares of men passing by, and the 
disapproving stares of the men's wives, worked 
together to keep Martha's cunt wet and ready for 
another fuck.
 
"I want to find a set of books for you and the coach 
for your wedding present" Dave announced as he 
directed his mother into a small bookstore. Every few 
minutes, as they walked around the store, Dave reached 
over and pulled the zipper on his mother's dress down 
another inch exposing more of her breasts that were 
being held and displayed by the black corset.  A young 
man with a growing bulge in his pants walked over to 
them.
 
"Can I help you with anything?" He asked without 
taking his eyes from Martha's hard nipples. "Anything 
at all?"
 
"Yes," Dave answered firmly squeezing his mother's 
butt. "I'm looking for the 'Beauty' series. You know, 
the ones written by Ann Rice."  Dave waited for a 
response then spoke up again louder. "Do you have 
those books?" 
 
"Ahh..." The clerk finally pulled his eyes from 
Martha's nipples. "Yes, ah, we have those, ah, follow 
me." The clerk turned reluctantly and led Dave and his 
mother to the back of the store.  As they followed the 
clerk Dave pulled the zipper all the way down so her 
dress hung open exposing not only her breasts but also 
her pubic hair and pouting cunt lips below the corset. 
 
"I think these are what you are looking f..." The 
clerk turned as he was speaking. Dave, standing behind 
his mother was holding the dress open giving the clerk 
a full and unobstructed view of his mothers corseted 
body.  The clerk's mouth hung open and his hand slowly 
sank to his side at which time the three books slipped 
from his grip and fell to the floor.  While the clerk 
watched Dave, with his chin resting on his mother's 
shoulder and his head beside hers ran his hands up her 
corseted stomach and pinched her already hard nipples. 
Then, smiling at the clerk, Dave ran his hands down 
his mother's front and pushed them between her legs 
spreading her cunt lips and exposing her erect 
clitoris.  Martha leaned back against her son and 
rotated her hips against his hard cock just like she 
had done earlier at home in front of the mirror.
 
As the clerk continued to stare in open mouthed 
disbelieve, Dave pulled his mother's legs apart and 
fucked two fingers in and out of her wet cunt.  Dave 
and his mother heard a gurgling sound, almost a 
strangling sound coming from the clerk's throat.  They 
saw the lump in his trousers twitch then watched as 
the wet spot spread darkening the light colored 
material.
 
"Oh God." The clerk moaned as he quickly covered his 
still twitching cock in embarrassment.  Martha slowly 
licked her lips then smiled at the clerk. 
 
"Would you," Dave asked the clerk as he removed his 
fingers from his mother cunt and brought them up to 
her mouth to be licked clean, "like to fuck my mother 
in exchange for those books?"  The clerk, who's cock 
had, obviously, not lost any of its hardness, despite 
its recent spewing of cum into his pants, nodded his 
head in mute assent to Dave's proposition.  Dave, his 
fingers now licked clean, moved them back to his 
mother's crotch where he stroked her large erect 
clitoris like it was a small penis, eliciting a deep 
throaty moan from his mother.
 
"I'm sure my mom would love to pay for her wedding 
present by fucking your brains out."  Dave informed 
the clerk giving his mother a quick kiss on the neck 
as he continued stroking her clitoris.
 
"Oh god yes," Martha moaned, "I'm so horny I would 
fuck a dog if you brought one in here."
 
"That's fine mom," Dave answered her, "but for right 
now just fuck the clerk." Dave released his mother and 
she stepped forward and, taking the clerk by the hand 
headed for the door leading into the storeroom.  
"Mom," Dave called to her causing her to stop and turn 
toward her son.
 
"Yes honey?" she asked.
 
"Do it right here on the floor." Dave pointed to a 
spot right at his feet hidden from the passers by in 
the mall only by a shelf of books. 
 
"Why of course honey." Martha said sweetly to her son 
despite the redness spreading over her face and chest.  
Martha pushed the clerk to the floor then, straddling 
him, unzipped his pants and pulled his still hard cock 
into view.  Holding his cock with one hand and 
supporting herself with the other hand on the floor 
beside the clerk's head, Martha lifted herself up then 
lowered her cunt onto the clerk's cock.  The clerk 
moaned incomprehensibly as his cock was engulfed by 
the wettest, hottest cunt he had ever fucked. 
 
Martha leaned forward placing one hand on each side of 
the clerk's head and began a slow figure eight 
gyration of her hips never rising her crotch from 
close contact with the clerks.  The clerk mumbled, 
then screamed gibberish as his cock was milked my 
Martha's well trained cunt muscles.  His head shook 
back and fourth more and more rapidly until his whole 
body seemed to vibrate under Martha's crotch.
 
"I'm cuming, I'm cuming, I'm cuming." The clerk 
shrieked at the top of his lungs as his body spasmed 
three times and shot cum into the cunt that gripped 
his cock so tightly.
 
"Oh fucking god so am I." Martha's shriek joined the 
clerk's as her body tightened and her hips jerked 
sharply forward and backward several times looking 
almost as if she was trying to rip the clerk's cock 
from his body with her cunt.
 
"Come on mom, we have to go now." Dave said to his 
mother as he pulled her from the almost delirious 
clerk.  After zipping her dress all the way to the 
neck, and picking up the three books, Dave quickly 
walked his mother and her still dripping pussy from 
the store just as the mall security guards arrived to 
investigate the screaming.
 
"I think," Dave said as they headed for the car, 
"we've done enough shopping for today."
 
"Yes," his mother agreed, "why don't we go home and 
fuck?" 
 
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The other day upon the stair,
I met a man who wasn't there.
He wasn't there again today,
I wish, I wish he'd go away.



  
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