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Copyright (c) 1998 Norm DePloom.  ALL Rights Reserved

 

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Slave Sister Part Nine

"Mom Goes Shopping"

by

Norm DePloom

 

ave and Fran's mom sat at the kitchen table drinking a cup of coffee and enjoying the exhaustion that comes from fucking all night.  A small smile spread across her lips as she thought about how nice it was to have a dominant man, make, that two dominant men, in her life again.  After an afternoon of trying to satiate the lust of her seemingly inexhaustible son, her fiancé and Fran returned from their day getting to know each other better and the four of them experienced a night of unbridled sexuality.

 

She smiled as she remembered the whole family gathered around the breakfast table this morning, including Fran's new little 'pet'.  I wonder what's going on there, She thought, remembering how Vickie had showed up early and headed directly for Fran's room.  Nothing unusual there, but when they came back down for breakfast Vickie was unusually quiet, and Fran was rebuffing Vickie's obvious attempts to get back in her good graces.  Oh well, Vickie probably failed to follow some directions, I'm sure I'll hear about it soon enough.  She glanced at her watch then headed to her bedroom hoping to get a little rest before she had to be at work.

 

As she entered her bedroom Dave and Fran's mom was startled to see her son going through her dresser and pilling her clothes onto the bed where there was already a large pile and beside it a very small pile.  The closet door was open and most of her hangers were empty.

 

"What..." she started to demand what he was doing messing around in her stuff, then remembered the change in their relationship "..are you doing at home?" she finished less demandingly.

 

"Oh, hi Mom." Dave said turning to face her with a hand full of her cotton panties.  "You've been hiding behind this 'responsible single parent' facade long enough," he continued throwing her panties into the larger of the two piles. "It's time for you to start dressing like the slut you really are."

 

"You know I'll dress any way you want me to around the house, honey." Dave's mom replied holding her robe closed as she sat on the edge of the bed.  Dave walked around the bed to where his mom sat and, grabbing the edges of her robe pulled it open exposing her naked body underneath.

 

"Yes, Mom, you will." He paused to look at her firm breasts, "and you will wear what I tell you to when you go out of the house also."  Dave reached down and cupped his mother's breasts with both hands. "God." He moaned squeezing them, "you're even sexier than Fran, Mom."

 

"Why don't you call me Martha?" She asked smiling at the growing bulge in his pants. "It is my name after all."

 

"No." Dave pinched his mothers hardening nipples.  "I prefer to call you Mom, especially when I'm fucking you."

 

"I'll dress however you want me to at home, but I still have to maintain my appearance at work."  Martha insisted looking up at her son's face.  Dave pinched his mother's nipples until she winced.

 

"You will dress as I tell you to at all times."  Dave ran his hand down over her stomach and through her pubic hair.  "Until you and the Coach are married I'm your master," Dave moved his finger over his mother's large clitoris as he talked, eliciting a moan from her. "and I will decide what you wear."

 

"But, " Martha spoke through her moans, "At work..." Dave pulled his mother off the bed and pushed her down on her knees in front of him.

 

"Am I your master?" He demanded.

 

"Yes son." She answered staring at the bulge in his pants.

 

"Are you my slut?"

 

"Yes son." She answered meekly.

 

"Then you will wear what I tell you to at all times."

 

"Yes son." Martha could feel the wetness oozing out of her cunt stimulated by the anticipation of being forced to dress in slutty clothes.

 

"And now " Dave said picking up the large pile of clothes, "We are going to insure that you do not wear any unauthorized clothing."  Dave pulled his mother to her feet then led her through the house and into the back yard, where he tossed the clothes in a pile then retrieved a can of lighter fluid.

 

"Take off your robe." He ordered.  Martha let the robe slide down her arms revealing her firm breasts with her nipples hardening in the cool morning air, then standing naked, held it out to her son.  "Toss it on the pile." Dave instructed his mother.  After the robe joined the rest of the clothes, Dave doused them with lighter fluid then tossed a lit match onto the pile.

 

As the clothes burned Dave turned to his mother and, taking her by the arms, pushed her down onto her knees.  Without being told Martha unzipped her son's pants and pulling his cock out through the fly, engulfed it's entire length with her mouth as she watched her clothes burn out of the corner of her eye.  There was no turning back now, Martha thought, I am the property of my son and my fiance.  Dave began to talk as he pumped his cock in and out of his mother's wet mouth.

 

"After you're done here..." he spoke in between the growing moans, "we will go shopping for some new clothes.  And some special things for your wedding night."  Dave put his hands on the sides of his mother's head, grabbing handfuls of her hair, and fucking his cock into her mouth with ever-greater force.  "OOOO yes, suck my cock Mom."  Martha spread her knees apart and rubbed her wet cunt with one hand while she held the base of her son's hard cock with the other.  With one final moan Dave pushed his cock into his mother's waiting throat and shot his cum into her stomach. "Eat your babies cum Mommy." He almost whispered as his twitching cock spurt down her throat.

 

Dave kept his cock buried in his mother's throat, cutting off her air supply, while he watched her desperately trying to push him away.  Then having satisfactorily demonstrated his dominance over her body Dave pulled his cock from his mother's mouth and pulled her to her feet as she gasped for air.

 

"Let's get you dressed for some shopping." Dave said grabbing her arm and pulling her toward the backdoor.  Dave led his mother back upstairs but this time they went into Fran's room instead of hers.  Dave went through Fran's clothes and picked out a skirt for his mother to wear then a T-shirt. Martha squeezed into the skirt, it was a little to tight, and a lot too short.  The T-shirt came down almost to the bottom of her skirt, until Dave finished with the scissors, then it barely covered her breasts.

 

As Martha looked in the mirror she realized that the lower curve of her breasts just peaked out from under the newly cut off shirt.  Blushing at the sight Martha realized that she could not raise her arms, or even shrug her shoulders without exposing parts of her breasts to who ever might be looking.  The skirt barely covered her cunt, if she stood still and made sure it was pulled down as far as it would reach, but any step or movement was bound to pull it up enough to expose her wet slit.  As the blush spread across Martha's chest her nipples hardened noticeably under the thin T-shirt and she could feel the wetness oozing down her thighs.

 

Martha hadn't been forced to dress like this in public since her husband had died.  A rush of pleasant/scary/exciting memories washed over her almost like an orgasm.  Dave took his mother's hand and led her back into her own bedroom where he dug her highest heeled shoes from the closet and gave them to her to put on.  Oh God, Martha moaned to herself as she sat down and slipped the shoes onto her feet, there's no way I can keep myself covered wearing these.

 

Dave stood his mother in front of the full-length mirror then, standing behind her, wrapped his arms around her pinning her arms to her sides. Watching over her shoulder Dave rubbed his hands up and down her firm stomach, then as she leaned back against him, up under her cut off T-shirt to pinch her already hard nipples.  As Dave ran his hands down his mother's stomach towards her barely covered pussy, Martha began to grind her hips against her son's hardening cock.  Dave listened to his mother's moans as he lifted her skirt and, gently pulling her cunt lips apart ran the tip of his finger up and down her large engorged clitoris.

 

"Oh God," Martha moaned breathlessly as she ground her butt harder against her son's cock, "please fuck me."

 

"Not yet" Dave answered as he continued to flick his finger back and forth over his mother's clitoris until he thought she was only one flick away from cuming, then he suddenly stopped and just held his mother against him as she continued grinding her butt against his throbbing cock.  Martha smiled as she felt her son's cock twitch against her butt, knowing that he would have a telltale wet spot on the front of his pants when they separated. Martha stopped rubbing her butt against her son and they just stood, watching them selves in the mirror until Dave was ready to go.

 

Martha, still unsatisfied, obediently followed her son out to their car. Dave opened the door for his mother and smiled when her wet pussy peaked into view as she climbed into car.  Martha watched her son walking around the car with a wet spot on the front of his trousers, and smiled remembering the feel of his hard cock twitching against her butt.  The skirt was so short that Martha found herself setting with her wet pussy against the fabric of the car seat, and smiled remembering her husband teasing her about 'pussy tracks'.

 

Dave drove them to the downtown area and parked in front of a coffee shop across the street from a construction sight.  It must be coffee break time, Martha thought as she saw the coffee shop full of construction workers. Dave got out of the car, and walking around to her side, opened the door for his mother.  Only then did Martha realize that there was no way for her to get out of the car without flashing her naked wet pussy for everyone in the coffee shop to see.  Dave stood in front of the door and reached over the window to offer his mother a helping hand.  Martha gave her son a pleading look, which he ignored as he waited patiently for her to step out of the car.

 

Martha looked at the coffee shop window and could see the men all elbowing each other and gathering at the window for a better look.  Blushing furiously Martha took her son's hand and stepped out of the car working to minimize her exposure.  Once she was out of the car, Martha smoothed the short skirt down to cover as much of herself as she could and looked around with as much dignity as she could muster.

 

"Oh, darn." Dave said with exaggerated innocence. "I left the keys in the ignition."  Dave grinned at his mother before continuing. "Would you lean back in the car and get them for me?"  Martha looked at the window full of men and back at her son, her face growing brighter red.  Then, still trying to maintain some dignity, she turned and started to climb back into the car. Dave reached out and stopped her.

 

"Just lean over and reach for them." He instructed her with his best 'cute little boy' smile, the one he had developed solely to melt her heart whenever he wanted anything.  Spreading her legs as little as she could for balance Martha leaned over at the waist and supporting herself with one hand on the car seat stretched across to the keys in the ignition.  As her fingers touched the keys she heard cheering from inside the coffee shop and turned her head to look around her leg.  Most of the men standing at the window were openly stroking their hard cocks through their blue jeans.

 

While she was turned back looking at the men Dave ran his hand possessively over her butt checks, then pulled them apart to give the men an even better view of her open wet cunt, her healthy growth of pubic hair and her crinkled asshole.  With one hand on the small of her back to hold her in place Dave slowly slipped two fingers into her pussy, and fucked her slowly to the cheers of the watching crowed.  Finally, after what seemed like hours to Martha, bent over in the car, Dave pulled his fingers out of her and allowed her to stand up.

 

"Bow for the nice men." Dave instructed her.  Martha turned toward the men, her face flush with a combination of embarrassment and unfulfilled desire. Is he, she thought with growing fear and excitement, going to make me fuck all of these men?  Her disappointment almost overshadowed her relief when Dave turned and walked her down the street. 

 

As Martha walked her cunt came more and more into view with each step and her breasts bounced working the thin whisp of T-shirt covering them higher and higher threatening to expose her hard nipples to the view of those walking the other direction.  Martha heard someone call her a slut as they walked by causing a spasm of excitement to run through her lower body.  She had almost forgotten what potent magic that word had for her.

 

"You really get off being called a slut don't you?" Dave asked her.

 

"Yes, oh God yes." She answered with a deep moan.

 

"That's because you are one." Dave whispered to her as he turned and opened a glass door with "H of B" painted on it.  Once inside the door Dave pushed his mom up against the wall of the hallway leading to another glass door and pushed his hand between her legs.  "You're a slut and a whore." He said as he pushed several fingers inside her causing more spasms.  Then Dave pulled his fingers back out of her wet pussy.  "But I'm not going to let you cum yet."  He announced as he walked her through the second door.

 

The second door had "House of Bondage" painted on it and underneath that "Fine bondage equipment for the discriminating enthusiast."  Dave wrapped hi s arm around his mother's waist then walked to the counter where the only other person in the store, the clerk, waited by the cash register.

 

"My mother here is getting married in a couple of weeks." Dave announced, nonchalantly slipping his hand under her T-shirt and pinching her nipple. "And we would like to register here for wedding presents."

 

"I'm not really sure how to do that." The clerk said, his eyes never leaving Martha's body.

 

"I'll just take this legal pad," Dave said reaching over the counter with his other hand, "and this pen.  We'll write down all the things we want people to buy them for their wedding, then when they come in to buy a gift you just show them the list."

 

"OK, ah, is she really your mother?" the clerk watching Dave's hand massage her breast.

 

"Yep, sure is.  Wait till I bring my sister in to have her brides maids manacles fitting." Dave said as he and his mother started roaming around the store looking at items and writing them on the list.  After looking around for several minutes Dave spotted a 'Merry Widow' corset and insisted that his mother try it on.

 

"I don't see any dressing rooms." Martha said as she looked around the store.

 

"Just strip and try it on right here."  Dave grinned at his mother "That shouldn't take very long.  After all you're not wearing much in the way of clothing."  Dave, and the clerk, watched as Martha removed the T-shirt and skirt then put on the corset.  The top of the corset flared into what was more of a shelf than a bra, intended to hold up and display the breasts. Her nipples just peaked over the top edge like two eyes looking over a fence.  Dave knelt down in front of his mother and pushed her legs apart so he could examine the snap out crotch close up.

 

"Well take three of them." Dave said to the clerk after he stood back up. "The Coach and I will really love fucking you, Fran and Vickie while your wearing those."  Dave looked thoughtful for a moment. "Fran can wear hers while she's doing 'pulpit duty' next Sunday."  Dave smiled at his mother "Oh, don't bother," he told her when she started to put the skirt and T-shirt back on. "I might want you to try something else on."

 

Martha followed her son around the store naked while they continued to look at manacles, leather straps, paddles, whips and all manner of bondage equipment.  Finally they stopped in front of a display case containing an assortment of butt plugs of all sizes and shapes.  Dave selected one then, taking it from the clerk turned to his mother and told her to spread her legs and lean over.  Dave rubbed the end of the butt plug up and down his mother's cunt to pick up lubrication, then pushed it into her ass, ignoring her gasps and moans of discomfort.  Once it was fully inserted Dave turned to the clerk.

 

"What do you think?" Dave asked inviting the clerk to take a closer look. "Does it fit right?"  Martha's face turned red with humiliation, as she remained leaned over allowing her son and this stranger to push and pull on the butt plug to insure that it was seated properly.  Martha's humiliation increased as their discussion of the butt plug turned into a discussion about her open wet cunt and how wet and sticky her thighs were.  Dave finally allowed his mother to stand up, then kept her standing naked beside him while he selected a piercing tool and six gold nipple rings.  The final selection made Dave picked up the bag of purchases and with a wink to the clerk unseen by his mother turned to leave.

 

"Oh by the way." Dave said turning back to the clerk. "My mom here will make a down payment on this stuff." Dave turned to his mother  "I'll met you in the car after you've taken care of it." Dave turned and walked out the door leaving his mother standing naked in front of the counter.  Martha's blush spread across her face and down onto her chest.

 

"I...ah...I...don't...know...what...I'm...ah...I...don't have any money...I...don't...know what I could make a down payment with." Martha said blushing even more because she knew exactly what she was expected to make the down payment with.

 

"Oh that's ok." The clerk said as he walked around the counter rubbing his hard cock through his pants. "Just let me lock the door and put up the 'out to lunch' sign, then we will see what you can make a payment with."  As the clerk walked to the door Martha's worried expression suddenly brightened into a smile.  That little brat, she thought, he had this all arranged from the beginning.

 

"Do you know the Coach?" Martha asked the young man as he walked over to her.

 

"Yeah, I used to play football for the Coach." The young clerk suddenly realized he had 'spilled the beans' about this supposedly impromptu sexual liaison, and grinned at Martha.

 

"Well," Martha said holding her arms out and slowly turning in a circle "which way am I supposed to make this payment?"

 

"That wet cunt of yours looks like it would be heaven to fuck." The clerk said with a sudden touch of shyness.

 

"Why thank you." Martha said with a shy blush of her own. "I haven't had any complaints yet."  Martha stepped up to the clerk and ran her hand over the bugle in his pants.  Then, dropping to her knees, she unbuckled his belt and unzipped his trousers allowing them to fall around his ankles.  The clerk's hard cock popped out of the fly in his boxers without assistance from Martha.  Martha took the cock in her mouth and swirled her tongue over the head with expert dexterity pulling a loud moan from the young man.

 

"Oh God you're even better than they said."  The clerk moaned as he grabbed her head and pushed his cock further into her mouth.  After a few strokes in and out of her mouth the clerk pushed Martha away.  "I have got to fuck that cunt of yours." He said pushing her onto her back on the carpeted floor. Then, pausing only to remove his boxer shorts knelt down and lowered his body between Martha's raised outstretched legs.

 

Holding the base of his cock the clerk rubbed his cock head up and down Martha's wet cunt slit.  Martha gasped and her hips convulsed every time the clerk's cock head rubbed over her large sensitive clitoris.  Martha wrapped her legs around the young man's hips and grabbed his ass with both hands.

 

"Fuck me." She screamed pulling him into her cunt with all her strength, "fuck me hard."  Following her screamed instructions the clerk began to pound his cock into her with such force that every stroke moved her an inch across the floor.  The clerk had to crawl forward after every two or three thrusts to keep up with her.  Martha pulled the clerks face down to hers and fucked her tongue in and out of his mouth matching her tongue thrusts with the clerks cock thrusts into her cunt.

 

The clerk could hear and feel her screaming into his mouth as her body began to jerk rhythmically in orgasmic pleasure.  Martha's hot wet cunt clutching at his cock brought the clerk to his own orgasm, he clutched Martha to his body and ground his crotch against hers as his cock spasmed inside her clutching pussy and filled her with his hot cum.  As their mutual muscle cramping orgasmic spasms slowly died away Martha and the clerk held each other in their arms and softly kissed each other's face.

 

"Thank you." Martha said smiling at the young man who's softening cock was still buried inside her still twitching cunt. "I needed that."  Martha tried to look around the store without getting up.  "Do you happen to know where my clothes have gotten off to?"  The clerk pulled her head back down to the floor and began to softly nibble on her breasts.

 

"Don't be in such a hurry." He told her between nibbles.  "Dave said I could have you for lunch," the clerk broke off his nibbling at her breasts long enough to glance at his watch, "and my lunch hour has just started."

 

"Well" Martha said lying back and gently squeezing his rapidly re-hardening cock with her practiced cunt muscles, "here's to a long slow lunch."