6 comments/ 450212 views/ 47 favorites Sex Starved: The Trip By: Wildfire427 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. “Yes.” “So did you let him fuck you?” I ask. “No. I was confused and still embarrassed by almost getting caught. I told him I couldn’t. He just said ‘oh’ and went to bed,” Mom explains. “And what about you? Did you get turned on by this morning?” I wanted to know. I knew the answer seeing Mom’s face turn red again. “Yes. It got me very hot. I’m ashamed to admit but I was so horny after your Dad went to bed that I masturbated, “she confesses. “You masturbated and didn’t let me watch. That’s gonna cost you, my little cum slut,” I warn her. “Not so loud. Your Dad will be up any minute now.” “Yes. And we wouldn’t want him to find out how bad his wife is now would we,” I tell Mom hoping and getting the desired response as her face reddens again. “I forgot to tell you both this morning. I have been asked to give a lecture next week in St. Louis,” Dad tells us before leaving for the lab. “When you leaving Dad?” I ask. The wheels in my head were already turning. Mom knew it to as she looked at me. “Leave Sunday night and be back on Friday,” he informs us clinically. “Well I hope you have fun. I think they have those riverboat casinos there. Maybe you could go and try your luck,” I chat. “I assure you I’m not going for fun. This is taking me away from work for a week. And there is no way I am going to pay someone to take my money away from me. I might as well throw it out the window,” Dad says indignantly. “Well if you throw it out the window, make sure I’m the one following you,” I joke. It’s no surprise when Dad doesn’t even laugh at my comment. This man is way too serious. As soon as Dad leaves, Mom is on me, sitting on my lap so I can’t watch the Speed Channel. “So what are you going to do with me for a week. I already know you don’t have class. I checked the calendar and you are on spring break, Mister,” Mom says playfully. “I was thinking about going with the guys to Florida,” I tell her matter of factly. “Oh you were? And miss playing with me?” she asks popping open her blouse to show me her tits. At 41, Mom is still a very attractive woman. Especially her tits. I remember several years back she had let herself go. She put on some weight, mainly I’m sure due to depression. I know Dad said something to her and she must have thought if she were thin like he wanted, he would be attracted to her. She started exercising and even went to the gym with me to work out. When all was said and done, Mom was buffed out. I did notice that her tits remained larger than before she started gaining her weight. Fortunately for me, there must not be an effective exercise for removing boob weight. I reach up and cup Mom’s tits and tease her nipples. “Well I guess you and I could go somewhere,” I say as those wheels in my brain are supercharged with the possibilities. I let Mom get me hard and she climbs on for the ride. I hope she enjoyed how preoccupied my mind was cause she got to ride my cock for a long time, noisily cumming several times. Once I had the basic plan in my head I was ready too. I flipped Mom over onto the couch and mount her pussy, shoving her legs over my shoulders. It took all of 15 seconds of hard and fast fucking before I filled her cunt with my cum, fueled with the excitement of the plans I had started in my head. For the rest of the week I all but ignore my Mom. Yeah there were a couple of blow jobs here and there, but I didn’t engage in any “heavy” activity with her. I knew she would take care of herself, but that was okay too. We drop Dad at the airport on Sunday afternoon. That’s when I broke the news to Mom. “I told Dad you needed a vacation. I asked him if it would be alright for me to take you and he thought it was an excellent idea,” I tell her. “Oh, he did, did he? What else did you tell him?” Mom asks. “I told him his son had a bigger dick than he did and that I was slut fucking his wife all the time,” I tell Mom with a straight face. “You didn’t?” “No, I didn’t. But I sure love the look on your face when you thought for a second that I might have. I told him I would take care of everything and for him not too worry about us,” I tell her. “He even gave me one of his credit cards and told me to enjoy myself. Ok, actually he said he hoped we both had a good time. But I knew what he meant.” “Kevin you are going to kill me,” Mom says with a giggle. “Yeah, but you’ll die with a smile on your face.” “So where are you taking me so I’ll know what to bring,” Mom begins to plan, not knowing that I have the master plan all worked out. “I have a list of instructions for you when we get home. Nothing too difficult as long as you put your mind to it,” I tell her. “Yes, Sir. Your in charge,” she says mockingly. “Good if you only remember that this week, you are guaranteed to have a good time.” Out of the corner of my eye I can see a mixture of curiosity and excitement on Mom’s face. Monday morning at eight I load Mom’s minivan. “Are you sure this is all I need to take,” Mom asks holding a small bag with what she was bringing and a larger empty one. “Yes, I’m sure.” “What about clothes?” “We are going to stop and buy you all new clothes just for this week. Don’t worry,” I tell her hoping she will. It’s about a six hour drive to our destination. We had been driving for about an hour and a half when I turn off on an exit. “Do we need gas already?” Mom asks. “Nope. It’s time to do some shopping and see what the limit is on Dad’s credit card,” I tell her. Actually I know the limit and intend on pushing the credit card limit and Mom’s. We pull up to a large mall that I had already scoped out on the internet. We visit several stores, with me doing all the shopping and Mom doing all the trying on for my approval. On more than one occasion Mom would whisper to me ‘I don’t know about this one’ which put it into the automatic purchase category. Before leaving the mall I give her a hand picked bag to take to the restroom and change into. I tell her to throw the clothes she had on in the trash. When Mom emerges into the hallway, she is wearing a sheer white button up blouse open at the neck, a short black leather skirt, a red garter belt holding up sheer black stockings, and capping off her feet are modest four inch red pumps. A not so close examination will reveal that Mom was not given any under clothes to wear as evident when I dropped a quarter and stood behind her as she picked it up. “It’s a quarter, not a bag of dog food,” I scold as she bends her knees lowering herself to the floor. “Just be a good girl and bend at the waist and pick it up.” Mom’s face turns the most wonderful shade of red as she knows I, and anyone else looking, can see her ass, and if looking closely enough the pussy that I had her shave clean last night. She straightens up and hands me the quarter. “Let me carry some of the bags,” she asks hoping to cover her blouse. “That’s okay, I got it,” I tell her grinning. “Kevin, this blouse is too small. People are looking at me and I’m not wearing a bra. Please can’t you do something,” she pleads. I look at Mom for a moment and then guide her to a little nook between two stores. “You’re right Mom. It is too tight. I guess I didn’t notice it before. I got an idea,” I tell her. I reach up and snap off the two buttons, one above her heaving breasts and the one even with her nipples, which for some reason were hard. “There that should be better. Let’s go now. We have a long drive and I need to stop at one more place,” I tell Mom walking away, leaving her to follow me in shame. A short drive away I pull up in front of another store. Another web browsing find. Mom looks at the sign before speaking. “What do we need here?” she asks looking at the window sign beckoning shoppers with the promise of adult novelty items and clothing. “Just a few special things. You’re welcome to stay in the van if you want,” I tell her. “Yes, I think I might,” she replies cautiously looking at her blouse and the top of the stockings held by the red garter belt. “Okay, I’ll be back in a little while,” I tell her. I actually knew what I wanted and could have left the store in five minutes. I had called ahead and had most of what I was looking for waiting for me. But part of my plan was to browse a bit and make Mom wonder and worry a bit. It turned out that the very helpful and quite cute twenty something sales clerk was actually the owner of the store. She was very helpful and not the least bit judgmental at the odd assortment that I had picked out. She even made a few suggestions that while I’m sure padded her bank account, left me with several new ideas for the rest of our trip. Then a wild idea struck me. I talked to the owner/clerk for a moment and she smiled real big and said she would be glad to help me. I tapped on the window. “Mom, you’re going to need to come in for just a minute,” I tell her. “I don’t think I want too, Kevin. Not the way I’m dressed.” “Have you already forgot about who is in charge here,” I ask sternly. “No, I’m sorry,” she says getting out of the minivan. Upon walking into the store the clerk confronts my Mother. “Please don’t be embarrassed about being in here. I try to run a very upscale shop and want to do whatever it takes for your visit to be enjoyable,” the girl says. The mere mention of her not to be embarrassed has the opposite effect on Mom. It’s truly unfortunate that my Mom’s face gets so red when she is embarrassed. She turns to me and I just grin and shrug. “Now your boyfriend tells me he is looking for something special for a trip ya’ll are taking. I just wanted to make sure to get the right size since you won’t be able to return it right away,” the clerk says with a smile. Mom seems to relax just slightly when the clerk calls me her boyfriend. She’s probably relieved not to be known as my Mother in this situation. Amazingly enough, Mom’s nipples are hard under the sheer blouse and she can’t seem to stop squirming. Something tells me the clerk is enjoying this as well. Maybe it’s the fact that her nipples are hard too under her pull over top. “Now I prefer something like this,“ the clerk says holding up a long flowing gown, “but this is a special occasion, so maybe we should just spice it up a bit, hmm?” She pulls out a leather and lace teddy and holds it up to Mom. “This might work,” she says taking Moms arm. “Go ahead and try it on and let’s see what it looks like. We may have to try a different style or size.” Mom’s whole upper body is flushed with her embarrassment. She looks at me and I just nod. She goes into the changing room and after a few minutes comes back out in her street clothes. She’s looking at the floor and holds the outfit up on the hanger. “It’s fine,” she says meekly. The clerk looks at me and I just shake my head no. “Now sweetie, I need to see it on you if I’m gonna make sure it’s right. Now go back in there and put that naughty thing on and let me take a look,” she says. Again Mom looks at me and I just point to the changing room. Mom goes back in and the clerk walks over to me. “How am I doing? Looks like you are enjoying yourself, “ she says as she runs a hand over the bulge in my jeans. “You’re doing great,” I tell her. “How far do you want me to push her?” she asks. “I’m fairly excited by this too as you have noticed,” she comments catching me looking at her hard nipples. I reach up and run a hand across one before replying, “As far as you want to.” She let’s out a small sigh and then quickly moves to the door, locking it and turning the closed sign out for the rest of the world to see. “Okay. I got it on,” Mom says from behind the swinging door. “Well let’s see it. Get on out here,” the clerk says. Mom walks out in and the outfit looks absolutely hot on her. The front is black leather over her stomach and around each boob. Covering each tit is sheer see through red lace. A combination of the black leather and red lace cover the crotch. Mom’s head is still looking at the floor, but I can still tell she is very embarrassed. The clerk walks over and starts checking the fit of the garment. I see her hand ‘accidentally’ brush Mom’s nipple and see Mom take a sharp breath in. The girl moves to the back and runs her hands under the garment to make sure it lays properly over Mom’s shapely ass. “Okay do a little walk for me so I can make sure it doesn’t bunch anywhere,” the clerk tells Mom. Mom does as she is told and moves around the small store a bit before returning to the clerk. The clerk again makes the pretense of checking the garment, however this time blatantly runs her hands over Mom’s breast. “Yes, that is very nice,” she says maybe meaning the way the outfit looks or the way Mom’s nipples responded to her touch. “Just two more things to check sweetie and we’ll be done,” the girl says her hand resting on Mom’s leather covered ass. The girl pulls a chair over and sits down. “You need to crawl around on your hands and knees, just to be sure. I have a reputation and I want to make sure that you will both be happy with this sale.” Mom looks at me with tears in her eyes. I simply nod to the floor and she lowers herself to her hands and knees, this time crawling around the small store. She moves around and then returns to where the clerk is sitting. “Just lovely. You know you look very hot in that outfit,” the clerk says. Barely over a whisper and with her head still hung low, Mom says, “Thank You Miss.” “Wait here, I just thought of something else we need to worry about,” she says rising and moving to the back room. She returns in an outfit of her own, one of leather and chains, almost identical to one I have in a bag for Mom to wear later on during our trip. She is also holding a studded leather paddle. “We need to make sure that the leather covering your ass does not prevent the administration of proper discipline,” she says and brings the paddle down on Mom’s ass. Mom yelps in pain and surprise but does not move. “It’s really hard to tell if this is going to be a problem, she says looking at me with a huge smile. May I suggest a manner that might prove to be more informing for you?” she asks me. “Please do,” I respond. “I was thinking that if she were to have your cock in her mouth, you would be able to tell when I spank her if she is getting the full effect,” she explains while motioning me to in front of where Mom is kneeling. “Now be a good girl and take his cock out and suck on it. This won’t take long unless you hesitate,” the clerk says. To punctuate her meaning, she hits Mom’s ass with the paddle again. Mom immediately goes for my pants, hauling them down and freeing my cock. She opens her mouth wide and grabbing her by the hair I push in between her lips, stretching them wide open. The clerk is stroking her own nipples with the paddle as she watches. As soon as Mom seems to settle into a rhythm, the clerk assaults her ass with the paddle again. Sex Starved: The Trip Continues After our encounter at the adult boutique, Mom and I get back on the road. I let Mom sleep for a couple of hours until I felt several needs. I find an exit with a medium sized truck stop and pull off. After parking the minivan and getting out, I take Mom inside. We separate to take care of personal functions and then meet back in the restaurant. I chose a booth that will allow plenty of exposure for Mom’s slut-fit as I had become accustom to thinking of the clothing I was requiring her to wear. The slut-fit consists of a sheer white button up blouse open at the neck, a short black leather skirt, and a red garter belt holding up sheer black stockings and four inch red pumps. Not counting the garter belt, there are no undergarments to be found. As we sit sipping iced tea, I notice the looks and outright stares of the truckers at my Mom and a new idea stirs in my head. We finish our meal, pay the tab and make our way through the store. It seems Mom has adjusted to her new look quite well, having switched from degrading embarrassment to a sort of shy or coy playful teasing when she sees another man, or woman, looking at her. I decide to adjust that attitude as we walk out the door reaching for the hem of the mini skirt and lifting it exposing Mom’s bare ass and hot red garter belts. With a roar of applause and cheers echoing through the building, I lead Mom’s freshly embarrassed face to the minivan. I do a little digging in the back before climbing back behind the wheel. Once on the highway I engage the cruise control and plan B. Mom appears to be casually enjoying the scenery as we move down the road. I see my first target up ahead and reduce speed slightly. As I approach the rear of the tractor-trailer I move into the left lane. Having gone to the restroom at the truck stop, I am fully aware of just how exposed Mom’s tits are when viewed from above. As I move next to the cab of the truck I slow so I am just barely moving faster than the big rig. I move past and change back into the right lane where I look in the mirror and see the driver flashing his lights in appreciation. I then speed up looking for my next target. Being a major north/south corridor for trucking puts me in a target rich environment. The next truck is a flat bed and again I move over and then up to the cab. Then I decide to up the ante a bit. “Hey Mom?” I say as I turn the air conditioner on high. “Yes, Kevin?” Mom responds. “You got really nice tits.” “Well, thank you dear. What made you think to say that?” “The fact that the truck driver we are next to is staring at them,” I tell her. Mom turns to look at the truck and verifies the fact the driver is looking down her blouse. She looks like she is about to throw her arms over her chest before I give her slightly different directions. “Open you blouse and let him get a good look. This guy has been on the road for weeks. Make his day. Show him your tits.” Mom looks at me and then back to the truck driver before looking straight ahead out the windshield. Without any further encouragement she begins to unbutton the buttons left on her blouse and pulls it out of her short skirt. She opens the blouse and turns in her seat so the driver can see. “Blow him a kiss now,” I direct. As she does I speed off looking for the next truck, leaving the last with horn blaring. “This is very naughty Kevin,” Mom says with a husky voice. “It could get even naughtier,” I suggest. We pull up to the next truck and as we approach the driver’s window Mom makes eye contact. “Do you want me to show him?” “Absolutely,” I tell her watching her open her blouse again. “Now play with your nipples. Get them good and hard so he can see what a slut you are,” I tell her. Mom moves her hands over her nipples and they harden more. “Bring a tit up and lick the nipple. Make it a show for him. Then blow him a kiss off your tit,” I instruct. Mom pulls her right tit up to her mouth and sticks her tongue out and wets the nipple before sucking on it a bit. Her eyes stay focused on the driver. She makes an exaggerated pucker and kisses the nipple and then blows the kiss to the driver. “Oh God Kevin, this is so hot. I am so fucking wet right now,” she informs me. “Show me,” I tell her. “How?” “Pull your skirt up and stick your finger in your pussy and show me and the truck driver how wet you are,” I demand. “I can’t do that Kevin. Please. It’s okay for him to see my boobs but don’t make me show him my pussy,” Mom pleads. “You will do whatever I want. Remember? You told me the first day that you would do whatever, where ever and whenever I want. Unless you want me to pull over and leave you on the side of the road dressed like a whore, you’ll lift that skirt and show that man how wet your pussy is from him looking at you,” I order. Mom pulls her skirt up revealing her smooth shaved crotch. She slides a finger in and lets out a growl. “Just get it wet, don’t try getting off. Pull it out now and show it to the driver,” I tell Mom waiting for her to obey. “Now put it in your mouth and lick it clean.” Mom puts her pussy wet finger in her mouth as her other hand rubs her hard nipples. The mini skirt stays in place and the driver can see her wet shaved pussy from his vantage point. “Here. Try this,” I tell Mom handing her a large black dildo. “Get it good and wet with your mouth first.” “Kevin, I can’t,” Mom whines. “Then get ready to get out. I’m sure that driver won’t mind riding you. That is giving you a ride.” “Do you think he would fuck me?” Mom asks excitedly. “I’m sure he would after the show so far. Go on now. Be a good girl and show him some more,” I coax. Mom takes the black dildo and holding it in her hands guides it to her mouth. She licks the head and the shaft like she is giving a blow job. She pushes the head in between her lips and hollows her cheeks as she sucks on the latex monster. Satisfied it is good and wet, she pulls it from her mouth and kisses the tip. I keep an eye in my mirror to make sure the driver stays in his lane. I don’t want to explain and accident like that to a state trooper or our insurance agent. Mom eases her seat back a little and puts her left leg on the dash and pulls her right up to the seat. Her feet are still encased in the red pumps and her right foot is pulled up to her crotch, matching the red garter belt. Mom rubs the dildo across her pussy lips several times before moving the head of the fake cock to her opening. She pushes it in just a little and then thrashes around on the seat moaning and whimpering. I look ahead and see a sign that gets my attention. I quickly speed up and get in front of the truck and indicate a turn with my signal. The driver gets the idea as he signals to pull into the rest stop with us. “Stop what you are doing right now. Hold the dildo where it is. No more in and don’t take it out,” I order. Mom is on the verge of a heavy duty orgasm, but has enough presence to panic slightly as she sees where I am going. “Kevin, what are you doing?” “Be quite and stay as you are,” I tell her after parking at the far end of the truck parking section. “If you move or change positions I will know and I will leave you here and tell all the truck driver’s you are a slut waiting to get fucked by all of them.” “Yes, dear. I’ll wait right here for you. Please hurry though,” she asks. I climb out of the minivan and meet the driver as he is climbing from the truck. I give him the plan and he slaps me on the back with a big grin. I move over to the minivan and open Mom’s door. “This is Stan. I told him he could watch you finish what you started. I didn’t want him to have a wreck trying to watch while driving down the highway, or while doing anything else either. Now be a good girl and push that big cock into your pussy. Give Stan a good show to remember.” Mom looks me in the eye and then Stan. Her eyes are glassy with lust and the longing to cum again. She then eyes the bulge in both our pants before sliding the fake black cock into her hot pussy. “Oh yeah,” Mom says to both of us, “I love big hard cocks in all my hot and horny holes. I love to have them fill me up with hot cum too.” Mom is working it good, fisting the dong in and out of her wet cunt. I’m a bit surprised by her next request. “Why don’t you haul that out,” she says motioning her head towards Stan’s tented jeans. “Never know what could happen once it sees the light of day,” she says with an evil grin. I look at Stan and nod and he wastes no time bringing out his hard cock. Stan isn’t as big as mine but he is rather on the thick side. Mom reaches out for him and pulls him close. I go through the side door and move back to the driver’s seat for a better look. With one hand Mom works the dildo in her cunt and the other is fisting Stan’s meat. She pulls him a bit closer and let’s go of his cock. She finds one of his hands and places it on her tit. Stan immediately starts to rub and pinch and tease her nipple. Mom’s hand goes back to Stan’s cock and pumps him again. She looks up at him with her lust filled eyes and licks her lips. Stan moves closer and Mom moves to take his cock in her mouth. She works him for a moment before moving her mouth away, using her hand again on him. “Here’s the deal Stan. I can’t cum until you do. I’ll suck you and then you cum on my face and tits. Then I’ll cum for you. Okay?” Stan just shakes his head and Mom puts his cock back in her mouth. She is still fisting the big black dildo in and out of her sopping hole and I have no idea how she is keeping from cumming all over it. Stan puts a hand on top of Mom’s head to guide her speed and tempo. He also is twisting and pinching Mom’s nipples as she sucks his cock. “Oh fuck, babe. Time to drop my load for you,” Stan announces. Mom moves her mouth and let’s Stan replace her hand. He begins fisting his meat as Mom starts to fuck herself with more effort. Mom moves her head and sticking her tongue out licks the head of Stan’s cock. In seconds he starts to shoot his load, the first blast hitting Mom in the face as he reaims and shoots more on her heaving tits. Mom is pounding her pussy and uses her free hand to diddle her clit to make herself cum. “Oh yes. Oh yes. Fuck. Oh God, yes. I’m cumming for you Stan,” Mom says. Her words cause Stand to pump at least two more good strings of cum onto Mom’s tits. Mom moves back to take Stan’s cock back in her mouth and licks it clean of all the errant drops of cum. Her left arm lets the dildo fall to the floor as she begins to rub Stan’s load across her face and tits and stomach. Stan is now regaining control and quickly looks around. He stammers a ‘thanks’ and heads off to the rest area building. I close the doors and take off back down the highway. Mom rubs Stan’s cum until it can no longer be seen on her skin. She finally adjusts her legs, skirt and blouse before returning herself to an upright position. “Did you enjoy that?” I ask her. “Very much. How about you?” I set the cruise control and tilt the steering wheel up before I speak. “Why not come over and find out for yourself.” “Yes, dear. I need a hot load of cum in my mouth. I wish I had taken Stan’s. His cum tasted different than yours,” Mom says as she carefully pulls my hard cock out. She starts to lick as I see my target ahead. If I’m not mistaken it was one of the first trucks she flashed. I pull up and adjust my speed to match his and let Mom’s mouth work on my very excited cock. She is half kneeling half sitting on her seat and I reach back and flip her skirt up onto her back. As she sucks me I begin a gentle spanking of her ass. “So from now on, no hesitation. I know better than you do of what you need,” I tell her spanking her ass harder now. “You are my cum slut slave to use and have used. From now on you will do as I say or risk being punished. You have one minute to take my load in your slutty mouth. And when I cum, you hold it there, don’t swallow. To time you, you will get one ass whack every five seconds. If you are not done by the time I finish, I’ll blister you ass with my hand,” I inform her. I begin counting and Mom sucks as if her life depends on it. “Five.” Whack. “Ten.” Whack, I count. As I near 45 I can’t hold back. “Here it comes you fucking whore. Get ready to take all my hot cum in your slut mouth.” I pull her back and reach under and jerk my cock off into her mouth. Her head bounces slightly as I shoot the first blast hard and then she settles in to take the rest. “Now sit up and show that driver over there you’re reward for being a good cocksucker.” Mom lifts her head and opens her mouth so I can see it full of my cum. She then slides back on the seat and turns to look out the window. “Swallow, now, and then show him it’s gone” I command. Mom gulps my load down and as I see her opening her mouth to show the cum all gone, I speed down the highway. We are still a couple of hours away from our destination. I allow her to move to the back for another well earned nap. I just hope we can make it without me thinking of another way to embarrass and use my cum slut Mom. Sex Starved: The Trip “Notice any change?” she asks me. “Not really, maybe you should try again.” The clerk swats Mom’s ass twice in a row with the paddle. Mom clearly did not expect the second hit and took my cock deep in her throat when she jumped forward. “Much better,” I tell the clerk. “Would you like to see for yourself?” I ask pointing to the chair. “I would love to as long as you don’t mind?” the clerk says her face now flush with excitement. “No. Not at all. Besides I’m sure I can find somewhere else entertaining to place this,” I say pulling out of Mom’s mouth with a loud plop. “Yes, I’m sure you can. Oh, that reminds me,” the clerk says moving to whisper in my ear before settling back into the chair. I take the paddle and spank Mom’s leather covered ass and direct her to the chair. Mom moves in front of the clerk and in between her spread legs. The clerk grabs a couple of hands of Mom’s hair and roughly pulls Mom’s mouth to her leather and chain covered pussy. “Now be a good little slut and eat my pussy,” the clerk demands. I hit Mom’s ass with the paddle to motivate her. I watch as Mom slips her tongue out and gently moves towards the clerks wet slit. Her first lick is very tentative and I pop her again with the paddle. Mom moves closer and allows her full mouth to work over the girl’s pussy. A couple more taps with the paddle seem to help the process. “Oh, yeah. She felt that. She’s licking my cunt good now,” the clerk says. I torture Mom’s ass with the paddle five more times, pushing her face against the girl’s pussy with each strike. “Fuck, yes. She’s whimpering into my pussy. It feels so fucking good. You better do it now,” she tells me looking at my hard cock swaying in front of me. I reach down and just where the clerk said, there are several snaps holding the leather and lace crotch front to the ass piece. I unsnap them and am able to pull the back up giving me access to Mom’s lower treasure holes. I guide my hard cock into Mom’s drenched pussy and stroke her a few times, waiting for a response. “It’s not phasing her, “ the clerk tells me, “try something else.” And I know what I’m going to try. I pull my cock out and move up letting the tip graze Mom’s sweet asshole. I had been working with Mom using vibrators, dildos and butt plugs to open her up enough to accept my cock there, but had yet to fuck her in the ass with my cock. I start to push and Mom wails. “It’s too big! You’ll rip me apart! Please, don’t! I’ll do whatever else you want but please don’t shove your big cock up my ass!” Mom begs only making me want it more. The clerk tosses me a bottle of lube and I open it and push it to Mom’s anus. I squirt a generous amount into her and then work a finger then two in to relax her. I look up and the clerk has allowed Mom to stop licking and is stroking Mom’s face and hair as I prepare her ass for my cock. I pour some of the lube on the head and shaft of my cock and spread it around. I then reposition behind Mom, aiming my cock at her brown bud. “Sweetie,” the clerk says to Mom, “get back to work on licking my pussy. Don’t think about what he is doing. Concentrate on licking me and he will be done before you know it.” Mom looks up at the clerk who is holding her face gently for the moment. Mom nods and the girl pushes Mom’s face back between her legs. I take my cue and move my cock back to Mom’s lubed ass. I ease forward and let the tight ring stretch. It takes several minutes and I can hear Mom whimpering while she licks the clerk’s pussy but I finally get the head in. I hold still, fighting the urge to pump away. As Mom relaxes and adjusts to my cock in her ass I push forward a bit. “You got her now,” the clerk says, “she’s eating me real good again.” Pleased with the progress I push a little deeper. I maintain a steady momentum of sliding in and sliding out. Never too much or too far either way. I can’t imagine there being anything in the world that could hold my cock as tight as Mom’s ass is right now. When I finally get as deep as I can, I work the other way. Sliding out a bit and pushing in a bit. Once all is out but the head, I begin a slow push all the way in. Mom screams and the clerk encourages. “Oh, yes fuck my ass,” Mom screams. “Fuck her ass good while I use her mouth to make me cum. Go on, fuck the slut bitch the way she wants it,” the clerk says. I begin to slide out and then drive my cock back into Mom’s tight ass. I hold her hips in my hands and watch as the clerk holds Mom’s mouth to her pussy. I pick up the pace watching the clerk rocking in the chair and trying to time my efforts. I know the clerk is close when her face flushes. She grabs Mom’s hands and brings them to her tits, making Mom play with her tits while she mouths her cunt. “Suck my cunt, bitch. I’m ready to cum. Suck my clit and pinch my nipples. You fucking slut make me cum now!” the clerk demands. Such hot talk from a stranger using my Mom sends me over the edge. I grab Mom and pound my cock into her ass. My balls slap against her shaved cunt and they tighten for a moment before I fill Mom’s ass with my hot cum. “You must be cumming in her ass,” the clerk says, “cause she is whimpering and quivering on my clit and making me…me… cuuuuuummmmmmm.” I slide from Mom and the clerk gives me directions to the restrooms to clean up a bit. Taking Mom’s hand the clerk says, “Come on, Sweetie. Let’s get you cleaned up too.” They head off into a back room and I go in the restroom to clean up. I return to the front of the store and wait about twenty minutes until Mom comes out dressed as she was when we entered the store. The clerk moves over to me and slips a card in my shirt pocket. “If you ever need anything special. Please let me know,” she tells me with a wink. She moves to Mom and kisses her on the lips sweetly before speaking. “And you. You do whatever your son says and I’m sure you will have fun.” Mom’s face reddens when she realizes the clerk was not fooled. “Yes, Miss.” I take Mom’s hand and we go back to the minivan. I decide to let Mom sleep for a while in the back. She wakes and returns to the front seat looking at me. “What?” I want to know. “I don’t know if you planned that or not, but that was the hottest sex I have ever had in my entire life. And it was very sweet of her to eat me afterwards in the back room,” Mom says with only a slight blush. Now I know what took so long. “You know what this means don’t you?” I ask her. “No. What?” “It means you aren’t just a cum slut. You’re now a bi-cum slut,” I tell her. “I can live with that,” Mom says as we drive on down the interstate. ***** Note: Thank you for your feedback on Sex Starved. I look forward to reading your comments on The Trip. The Trip Continues will be a continuation of where this story leaves off.