Meredith's eyes were fixated on the woman walking through the door of her lingerie shop. It was another typical client that she was used to seeing; a middle aged woman, business oriented, proper in every way, and slightly nervous.
"How may I help you?" the saleswoman asked with a welcoming smile and charm. "I don't believe I've seen you here before. My name is Meredith."
The woman extended her hand for a handshake, and they greeted each other warmly.
"I'm new here," she smiled back. "My name is Sara. A friend of mine recommended this place to me. Here name is Laura, does that ring a bell to you?"
"What kind of shop owner would I be if I didn't remember my customers? Of course that name rings a bell. She's one of my favorite clients."
"Oh, well that's comforting to know," she replied.
Meredith smiled, "So what can I do for you today?"
"Um...well...I need to know if you're discreet first. I don't want any of my person information getting around or else my reputation would be ruined. I hope you understand."
"Sara, I opened this shop for women like you. It's really a passion of mine. So you can believe me when I tell you that whatever is said around here will remain our secret. But first, why don't you tell me a little bit about yourself to start things off?"
"Well, my name is Sara, obviously. I've recently turned 44 and I'm currently the marketing director for a large tech company. And I live at home with just my son."
"And what about your son? That's what you're here for right?"
Sara reached inside her purse and handed the saleswoman a picture of him. "His name is Tom. He's 19 and he currently attends college. He's majoring in law and he enjoys playing sports."
"You have a very handsome son," Meredith said with a smile.
"Thank you," she replied. "He's a wonderful young man. He gets good grades in school, always stays out of trouble, and he likes to spend what little free time he has doing charity work for the community."
"Does he have a girlfriend?"
"No. Not at the moment."
Meredith raised an eyebrow, "That's too bad. A wonderful person such as him deserves to have his needs taken care of regularly- his sexual needs that is. Maybe you can do that for him? Don't you think he deserves that?"
"I fantasize about that sometimes," she meekly replied. "Do you think that's wrong?"
"Absolutely not," Meredith boldly stated. "If it's okay for men to fantasize about secretaries, nurses, and college cheerleaders, then women should be able to have fantasies of their own. It's only fair."
"You do have a point. I've never thought about it like that."
"There's a lot you need to learn. And there's a lot I can to teach you," the saleswoman replied. "That is of course if you're interested..."
Sara paused. "I...I am. What do you specialize in anyway?"
"I sell erotic lingerie and undergarments for women," Meredith casually stated.
"I can see that. But what do you really specialize in. I just want a straightforward answer so that there's no confusion between us."
The saleswoman raised her eyebrows and smiled, "I help mothers like you FUCK their sons. Is that straightforward enough?"
Sara was immediately taken aback by the saleswoman's blunt choice of words. It was what she wanted to hear when she came to the shop, but actually hearing it phrased like that came as a shock to her.
Meredith winked at her new customer, "So, now that we've got that settled, shall we get started?"
"...I...I'm interested, but I don't know how my son would react to his mother just offering him sex. I've seen him glance at me when he thinks I'm not looking. I think he might be interested, but..."
"Does he have a penis?"
Sara looked confused, "Of course, he's my..."
"Has he gone through puberty?"
Sara looked puzzled, "Yes, he's..."
"Then you don't need to worry if he'll turn you down or not," Meredith said. "He's a young male with a penis; boys don't just grow up jerking off while looking at the wall. They think about women. And since you're a beautiful lady who lives under the same roof as him, it's only natural that he thinks about you. You've said yourself that you've seen his eyes wander in your direction."
"Well...you make a great point. I guess I can't argue with that."
"Freud once theorized that every male secretly wants to fuck his own mother. That theory is taught by every psychology professor in the country- so who are we to argue with that?"
Sara held back a slight laughter, "You know, it's funny you should mention him because I used to think that was such bs. But as it turns out, I was the one full of it all along."
"Like I said, you've got a lot to learn," the saleswoman replied with a mischievous look. "But you were right about one thing, you can't just go up to him and offer him your sexual services- that would be fairly distasteful, especially from a woman of your stature. What you need is a plan."
"And what exactly would that plan be?" she asked.
"For starters, you need a reason for either him to come on to you, or for you to come on to him. Since we're in a lingerie shop, we should obviously start with that. I'll see to it that you wear some of our higher-end items for your son," the saleswoman said in a caring manner.
"I'd appreciate that. I've always found lingerie and undergarments to be very appealing, but I've never had the courage to actually step inside of a store like this and purchase any."
Meredith put her hand on Sara's shoulder and led her around the room. "Well consider this your lucky day. I also have the perfect plan for what you need. Do you date often? Judging by your career and appearance, I'd say that you're too busy working to spend time with men, and that you're quite pent up sexually. No offense."
"None taken," she replied. "And you would be right about that. Since I got promoted a few years ago, my love life has really suffered. Either I'm too busy to date, or the men I do have time to date are intimated by a woman who makes more money then them. So, here I am, a single woman."
"I hear that all too often. It's the price of success that many women have to endure. But you're in luck. Because when I get done with you, you'll have your own vibrant son to fulfill of all of your sexual needs, and you'll be taking care of his. I just wish more working mothers would understand the benefits of i****t."
Sara blushed, "i****t. Now there's a word that I never thought I would hear about myself. But at the same time, I'm excited about all of the new possibilities."
"As you should," the saleswoman said proudly. "I love an open minded woman. Now let's get started. I have some special items in mind for you."
Meredith's hands sifted through the assorted array of bras hanging on the rack. She finally picked out the one she was looking for and showed it to the single mother.
"I want you to wear this all day in the office, you know, to build up your arousal. Then later, at home, I want you to ask Tom for his opinion on some of your other outfits. Tell him it's for a date. Change your top in front of him, and once he sees this sexy bra on you, well, let's just say that it's a great conversation starter to get things going. It never fails. Believe it."
"That sounds so...so...bad," Sara said of the saleswoman's plan. "And I mean that in a good way. I'm getting excited just thinking about it."
Meredith grinned, "Then it's working already. But first, we need to make sure that this bra is the right size and has the right look for you. Now get undressed and try it on."
"Right here? Now?" she asked curiously in the middle of the store.
"I don't see why not. The light in the changing room is a little dim at the moment, so you can see yourself better out here."
"But...what if someone walks in?" she asked nervously.
"You don't have to worry about that. I don't get many customers during work hour if you know what I mean. Most of my clients are business oriented women who are busy during this time. Trust me, we'll be fine doing this here."
Sara took a deep breath. "Okay...fine..."
She took off her jacket and placed it on a nearby rack. She looked Meredith directly in her eyes while she unbuttoned her blouse to reveal her tanned and toned figure. And after another deep breath, Sara reached back and undid her bra and placed it on top of her other clothes, revealing her average sized breasts with its large pink nipples standing out. She had a bikini tan line from all the sun bathing she did at home, where her breasts were pale white in comparison to the rest of her upper body.
"You have such great tits," the saleswoman said with admiration. "Do you mind if I touch them?"
"At this point, you already know more secrets about me than my own mother does. Why not?"
The saleswoman put down the bra and reached out to cup the breasts of the topless woman standing before her. Her hands gently squeezed and massaged the breasts on all corners.
"They're so soft and firm," Meredith noted as she continued giving a massage. "Tell me, how did this start between you and your son? When did you start fantasizing about him?"
Sara took a deep breath and began to reminisce. "Well, it began over a year ago actually. I came out of the shower with just a towel on, and my bedroom door was open when my son coincidently walked by. He gave me a look which I never saw from him before, or any other man for that matter. He quickly walked away when I caught him, but I never forgot that moment. It felt nice being desired like that after so long. I had never felt so beautiful. I knew it was wrong on my part, but I couldn't help myself from wearing less around the house to tease him a little and see his reaction, and when I turned my head away, I knew he would look at me. It wasn't a normal look either. It was the look of a young man who wanted to screw his own mother. I found that to be absolutely thrilling, and I've been fantasizing about that ever since."
"What a beautiful story," Meredith replied. "I never get tired of hearing about how women come to realize these things, and how they come to accept it. I only wish that more women would be as brave as you."
The saleswoman let go of Sara's breasts and picked up the bra for her to wear. Sara raised her arms, and Meredith skillfully slid the straps through each arm, wrapped the bra around her chest, and clasped in behind her back. When it was on, Meredith stood behind Sara and they both marveled at the simple transformation in front of a large mirror.
"So what do you think?"
"It's...It's a see-through bra," Sara noted, with her pink nipples on full display through the thin fabric.
"I know. Does that bother you?"
"No. I was just a little taken aback, that's all. He's going to be seeing me naked anyway right? But it just looks a little..."
"Yeah, it does look slutty," Sara replied. "And that's another thing I never thought I'd ever say about myself because I've always been raised to be a proud feminist."
"If it makes you feel any better, a mother's lust for her son has nothing to do with political affiliation or ideology," she replied with a grin. "You would be surprised to know what kind of women walk through my doors on a regular basis."
"Well, if a woman like me would be standing here like this, then I wouldn't be surprised by who else might be interested in the same taboo."
"Now you're getting it," Meredith winked.
"God, I'm so nervous. My hands are shaking. Were you like this your first time also? I mean, you do this also right?"
Meredith smiled, "It's a funny thing. Friends of mine always complain that they hardly ever see their k**s again after they move out, and they always ask me how I get my two boys to drive back home during the weekends from college. I just laugh and tell them it's my cooking. But it's obviously a little more than that. So to answer your question, YES, I have a sexual relationship with my two sons. And it's the best decision I've ever made in my life."
"Oh my. What a good deal. Two is always better than one right? And I take it that your friends and neighbors don't know about this little arrangement with you have with your young men."
"Of course not," she replied. "I don't want to be publicly known as the whore that screws her sons. I've always kept my personal life, my sex life, and my business all separate. But since I opened this place several years ago and have talked to other women like you, I knew I had to do my part. And soon, you'll be the perfect slut mother for your son, just like the rest of us. And you'll love it."
"A what mother?" Sara inquired.
"A slut mother. You know, a middle-aged soccer mom, single, classy, prim & proper. She's lonely and has a romantic nature, until she eventually realizes that her son is the only man for her because of the special maternal bond they share. At which point, after a long process of self-deliberation, she finally takes the leap to seduce him and fuck him like crazy for years to come, submitting to him sexually for whatever his heart desires. That is a 'slut mother'. Am I wrong in characterizing you in that way?"
"Well...I guess I am a 'slut mother' if that's how you want to phrase it. I mean I'm not yet, but obviously the way that we're headed, it's bound to happen. I guess you can call me a slut mother in-training."
Meredith raised an eyebrow, "Hmmm...'in-training' would be the right way to put it. But of course you wouldn't fully be his slut until you cross the final boundary- a boundary which goes beyond simply have sexual intercourse."
"Which is?" she asked.
"You'll know once you get there. But until then, that's a real high-end piece of undergarment you're wearing, but since I like you so much, I'll give it to you for free, just this once."
"You've already done more than enough for me with all of your advice and support. I'd like to pay full price. Thank you for the kind offer though."
"Well, then maybe we can compromise somehow," Meredith smiled.
"What do you do you mean?" Sara asked.
"I insist on giving you the item for free, and you insist on paying full price. Maybe we can compromise somewhere. And maybe that compromise can come in the form of a gift which you can bring to me when the time is right, assuming everything goes as planned with you and Tom."
"Sure, I suppose. And what exactly would this gift be?"
Meredith leaned forward and whispered something in Sara's ear, and when she heard it, Sara couldn't help but blush.
A few days had passed, and Sara arrived home to the sight of her son watching tv in the living room.
"Hey mom," he said as he glanced at her, with his attention still on the sports game. "Just got back from shopping huh?"
She held up her shopping bag and smiled, "Yep. I swung by mall after I was able to leave work early. Speaking of which, would you mind helping me out for a moment? I'd really appreciate a male's perspective on some of these new outfits that I've just bought."
"Uh, maybe later mom. I'm in the middle of something here," he replied, with his eyes still glued to the television. "I'm catching up on sports after a busy week."
"Well that's too bad. I've got a date tomorrow and I really wanted a second opinion while I'm the mood to play dress up."
Tom's eyes lit up. "You've got a date tomorrow? That's great news! I mean, you've been single for so long and I was really starting to get worried about you being lonely and all that."
"Which is why I want to put in the extra effort to look my best," she added. "And I think it's important to have the right outfit, don't you? It will only take a few minutes of your time. I just want your opinion on how I look with the different shirts I bought."
"In that case, I'd love to help," he said, hiding his enthusiasm.
She told him that she needed a moment to freshen up before she could model for him. And when the time came, he headed up the stairs and towards her bedroom as expected.
"Have a seat on my bed," she said as her son stepped inside her room. "So what do you think about this outfit?"
Tom sat on his mother's bed, and Sara immediately struck various model poses for him. Her outfit was professional, elegant, and sassy, all at the same time. She was barefoot, and wore her knee-length black colored skirt that she often wears to work. Her top was a thinly clad sweater, made entirely out of silk. And of course her make-up and hair were done to perfection as always.
"I think if you show up like this for your date, you might have to fight off his marriage proposals," he gushed. "Seriously, you look like the ideal woman for any man."
"Thanks sweetie. You've always had a way with words, and you always know how to make me feel special," she smiled.
"Well, I wouldn't be saying that if it wasn't true."
"Thanks again. But let's not forget that there are other outfits I have. Do you mind if just pull my top off and change right here instead of having to run in and out of the bathroom to undress? I'm sure you're old enough that you don't mind seeing your mother like this. Plus I'm wearing something underneath, so it's not like I would be topless."
"I don't mind at all. It would actually make things quicker since I have a game to watch."
"Good, I'm glad you're being mature about this. And you're right about the quicker part, I have things to do as well."
With that said, she pulled off her top in the most nonchalant manner, as if she wasn't exposing him to her see-through bra. She undressed as if she was wearing a simple t-shirt underneath. She put the sweater down and clumsily pretended to get her next shirt ready, in an attempt to stall to give him more time to soak in what he was seeing, and it worked. Her heart raced and she saw him squirm in the corner of her eyes.
"You must...uh...really like this guy," she said, stammering slightly at his words.
"Sure I do," she smiled. "I wouldn't be going through all of this trouble if I didn't. Why do you mention?"
He paused and gawked at her body. "Um...your chest mom. Your bra is really thin and I can see the goods. And by the looks of things...um...yeah...I'd say you look pretty excited for this date of yours."
Sara looked down at herself and pretended to be surprised that her swollen nipples being visible. "Oh, that. I forgot that I had this on. I picked it up at a lingerie store the other day and I wanted to get comfortable in it, so I wore it to work. You don't mind seeing your mother like this, do you?"
She ran her fingers along each cup, just under the wire of the bra, in order to 'adjust' it against her ribs to make it even more comfortable that in already was.
"Oh, well that makes sense," Tom said as started making 'adjustments' of his own.
"What's the matter? You're starting to get fidgety over there. Is something wrong?"
It was perfectly clear to Sara that her son was becoming aroused. She loved it. And whatever feeling of doubt or second guessing that she had about doing this disappeared that very moment.
"I'm fine," he replied calmly. "You look great mom."
"Are you becoming aroused? It's okay if you are."
He immediately used his hands to cover the bulge growing underneath his shorts. It came as a complete surprise to him that not only did his mother notice, but that she was also brazen enough to bluntly call him out on it.
"Sorry mom. I didn't mean for that to happen. It's a natural reaction seeing a woman dressed the way you are."
"Don't be shy," she said in a reassuring tone. "I actually find it flattering that you think I'm attractive. Women like to feel attractive. In fact, I'd be pretty upset if you didn't have this reaction towards me right now. It just means that this undergarment is working."
"But...shouldn't you be shocked? Aren't you upset?"
"You know, you've been a good son to me for all these years. Since it became just you and me living alone together, it's been a real joy watching you grow up and become a young man. And you've treated me so well. So if you want or need help taking care of that, I wouldn't mind giving you a hand."
He paused for a moment, unsure what exactly to make of his mother's candid words.
"Are you saying what I think you're saying?" he asked in disbelief.
She nodded. "I would gladly take care of that erection if you're interested. I don't think I can get any clearer than that."
"I...I'd actually like that mom. I've thought about this happening a lot. It's kind of embarrassing to admit this, but you're the first woman that I had ever thought about when I started masturbating. And sometimes, I still think about you in that way. So it would be really nice if you were to do something like that for me."
"I've always suspected that. But I'm glad that I know for sure."
Sara took a few steps forwards and looked her son straight in the eyes as he sat on the bed.
"Reach behind me and take off my top," she said in a low and commanding voice.
His hands were unsteady as he nervously reached behind her to unclasp his mother's bra. Once freed, she moved her arms in the appropriate manner and let her bra fall to the floor. Tom's eyes roamed his mother's chest, around her slightly sagging breasts, as her large pink nipples became stiff with arousal.
"They're beautiful mom. You're absolutely gorgeous."
"Thank you," she proudly replied. "You can play with them if you want. I don't mind."
Tom hesitantly paused for a moment, before lifting his hands to squeeze his mother's breasts and play with her large nipples with his fingers. He squeezed and caressed them, and when he was done with that, he leaned forward and sucked each nipple in his mouth. He kept going until he felt his mother's hand on his head, stopping him.
"Wait," she said. "There's something I need to tell you: There is no date. I'm not dressing up for another man. This was all set up for you. So if you're interested in going even further with me, I'd love to be your submissive little slut mother."
"What do you mean?" he asked innocently.
"It means that as your mother, I would do whatever you want and I would take care of all of your needs. Also, as your mother, I would make sure that you enjoy yourself fully, and that you can experience all of the pleasures that a man can receive from a woman."
He gave his mother a deviant look. "If I say yes, does that really mean you'll do whatever sexual thing I want you to do?"
"Anything within reason of course," she smiled. "I'm not going to give you all of my money or be your slave. But if you want me to dress up in slutty outfits around the house, I will. If I'm doing the dishes and you want to have sex, all you have to do is lift up my dress and you can have me. If I'm relaxing around the house and you decide you want a blowjob, all you would have to do is pull your pants down and I'll handle the rest. Sound good?"
He smiled back at her, "If you really mean it, then yes, I'm interested. And I want you on your knees to start things off."
"Right now?" she asked with an eyebrow raised.
"Yes, right now."
She got down on her knees, in between his legs, and began undoing the top of her son's shorts. It didn't take long for her to free his youthful erection and hold it in her hand.
"Oh my," she gasped. "You've become quite the young man."
Her hand gripped his manhood tightly and stroked him up and down. She marveled at the sight of her son's large sex organ.
"Your hands feel so good there mom. It's been a while since I've been pleasured like this," he groaned.
"That's a real shame. You deserve having your needs taken care as often as possible. So...do you want me to keep stroking you like this until you finish? Or do you have anything else in mind for your mother to do?"
"Can you....I don't know how to say this mom..."
"It's okay Tom. I don't want you to be nervous about any of this. My body is yours now remember?" she replied with sincerity.
He took a deep breath. "Can you suck my cock? It's been a long time since I've felt that. And I've always wondered how that would feel from an experienced older woman."
"Well wonder no more," she smiled.
Sara pointed the cock in her hand straight up, and then she bent down to put it in her mouth. She sucked and slurped. She bobbed her head up and down, side to side. And she proudly used all of the oral sex experience she had accumulated over her lifetime to ensure that her son could get the best blowjob he could possibly experience.
"Oh my god..." he moaned, looking down at his mother in action. "Oh fuck...this feels unbelievable..."
Her mouth made a 'plop' sound as she took him out of her mouth to look his straight in the eyes. "Thanks. I'm doing my best for you."
With that said, she returned her mouth back to his throbbing and saliva covered cock, and she continued to suck with all of her might. Her head continued bobbing, but her eyes were stilled locked onto her son's.
"Wait...wait...wait..." he panted.
She spit his cock out of her mouth for the second time. "What is it? Is everything okay?"
"Everything is better than okay. But I don't want to finish just yet. There's something else I want..."
"Name it," she smiled with her son's wet cock still in her hand. "I feel so excited doing this for you."
"Well, I've always had an exhibitionist fantasy with you. I sometimes masturbating while I watch you tan in the backyard wearing those skimpy bathing suits. And I had always wished that I could just go out there and fuck you on that beach towel you laid on. So while you're in the mood to do this kind of stuff with me and be my 'slut mother', I'd love to take you out there and fulfill that fantasy."
She paused for a moment and thought to herself. The risks of that type of exhibitionism was perfectly clear. But what was equally clear was that the hard-on in her hands wasn't letting up; he wanted this, and he wanted it badly. It was her first real test as a slut mother and she certainly wasn't going to let herself down, and more importantly, let her son down.
"That does sound risky. And it does sound dangerous. But it also sounds kind of fun, and I can tell how much you want this. Come on, let's go outside and you can finally have me the way that you want me."
Tom's heart was pounding uncontrollably as his mother stripped off her skirt, grabbed on to his erection, and led him out of his room, down the stairs, and towards their backyard as if his cock was a leash. He also took that opportunity to pull of his t-shirt and shorts, leaving them both completely naked.
Before heading outside, Sara picked up her beach blanket by the patio door and took a deep breath. She realized that her life could potentially be ruined if anyone caught her fucking her own son- but that was part of the thrill.
"Come on," she said, holding her son's hand. "It's now or never, and I don't want that erection of yours to get soft on me."
She opened the sliding glass door and took the first step outside and felt the sun shine on her body. It was the same familiar feeling of warmth against her skin, but this time, she felt the sun on her breasts and on her crotch- a feeling which sent a shiver down her spin. The fact that her son was naked with her and that they were about to have sex out in the open made her even more wet between her legs.
Sara then walked towards the center of the yard where she would normally tan and laid out of her beach blanket.
"So how do you want me? On all fours? Or you on top?" she asked.
"I want to be on top," he replied with authority over his mother's body.
"I like the sound of that."
Without missing a beat, Sara laid on the blanket as she normally did. She felt a rush which she had never felt before. She almost wanted to laugh thinking how she was ass naked with her son about to fuck her. It was a fantasy come true for both of them.
Tom got down on his knees and positioned himself over his mother's naked form. He didn't need to do much work as his mother used her hands to guide his cock inside of her welcoming entrance.
"Start slow," she said. "I want both of us to enjoy this moment."
His thrusts came slow as he was asked, and it was obvious to her that he was fairly inexperienced. Inch by inch, she was surprised by how deep he was going inside of her, and how thick he felt. It had been a while since she had experienced a big cock, and it was erotic to her knowing that the endowed male that she was currently fucking was her very own son.
"God you're tight," Tom gasped.
She moaned, "You should get used to saying that to women....uhhh....You're a big boy."
By the time Tom was all the way in, Sara could hardly move. The size of his manhood in her tiny little hole was overwhelming to her. But he didn't care, he loved it. His mother had just become his personal fuck toy and he wasn't going to let a second of it go to waste. Just as her vaginal opening began to adjust to his size, he started to thrust, slowly at first, picking up speed in the process.
Sara closed her eyes and enjoyed the moment she had longed fantasized about. The i****tuous mother/son coupling she used to masturbate to on a normal basis had finally come true.
And when she opened her eyes, she got the absolute shock of her life; her next door neighbor, Mr. Jenkins, was standing behind his bedroom window, spying on her getting fucked by her son.
Sara's heart raced as the neighbor continued to watch, even knowing that he had been caught by her. Mr. Jenkins was a well respected member of the community, middle-aged, and married with three k**s. He was also a professor at the college her son was attending. In fact, her son Tom was planning on taking his class in a future semester, as it was a required course.
Mr. Jenkins was clearly masturbating based on the motion of his arm. She wanted to scream. She felt humiliated beyond belief. She wanted to push her son off and stop this. But it was obvious to her, and to well respected neighbor that she was powerless. Sara couldn't risk her son finding out this his future professor had seen him screwing his own mother, and Mr. Jenkins knew it.
Mr. Jenkins even used to spy on her as she sun bathed, turning away quickly whenever she would look in his directing. But this time, he caught her when she was at her most vulnerable and she couldn't react.
"Mom....can I kiss you?" her son moaned while still thrusting
Her attention turned back to Tom, and instead of replying, she simply pulled his head down by his neck and kissed him on the mouth for their neighbor to see. They made out passionately with their wet tongue's wrestling around in each others mouth and their lips pressed tightly together. She looked through the corner of her eye to see Mr. Jenkins masturbating even more furious, and to her surprise, it began to make her even more aroused than she already was. She knew it was the final act of training that Meredith had mentioned to her. It was the point where she had to prove herself by doing something bad, and something absolutely slutty, and she started to love it.
"Fuck me Tom," she panted after breaking the kiss while looking directly at her neighbor. "Fuck me as hard as you can. Treat me like your dirty little slut."
Tom's eyes lit up and he fucked his mother with extra vigor. And after a few more minutes of them having rough sex, his bodily functions had finally reached their peak.
"Mom...I'm about to cum...I'm about to cum..."
She looked her son straight in the eyes and caressed his face with her hands. "It's okay...finish inside me...I want to feel it inside me...."
Sara watched her son's facial expressions attentively as his jaw dropped and his eyes widened. It was obvious to her that Tom was having the orgasm of his life, and she loved that she was the one who was able to give it to him. And after a few more thrusts and spurts of cum shooting out from his cock, Tom collapsed right on top of his mother.
"How did you like it?" she asked, with the weight of her son's body on top of her.
He caught his breath and replied, "That was fucking incredible mom. I could really get used to having my own slut mother to do this with everyday."
"I could get used to this as well. But in the mean time, you're crushing me."
"Oh sorry mom."
He lifted his body weight off of his petite mother and got back to his feet. Just when he thought this sexual encounter was over, he watched as his mom quickly got to her knees and took his cum soaked penis in her mouth and gave it a quick suck, swallowing both of their fluids in just a few gulps.
"Mmm...you taste good," she smiled after taking his cock out of her mouth. "I expect you to feed me this every night, but until then, we're both really sweaty and I'd love to shower with you. Come on, give your mother a hand up..."
"You got it..." he smiled back.
Tom helped her back to her feet and then she followed her son's lead back inside the house. And before she went in, she made sure to wink and blow a cum soaked kiss to her next door neighbor, who obviously had just finished an orgasm of his own from watching them. It was a wink which acknowledged that this was their private and personal secret, one that could ruin her if anyone else were to ever find out.
She had officially become a slut mother.
A few days had passed before Sara returned to the lingerie shop. She wasn't the same woman as before. No. She was more confident this time around, more sure of herself. And most of all, she was more in touch with her sexuality.
"Well hello Sara," the saleswoman said, greeting the returning client. "You certainly look refreshed and reinvigorated. Do anything interesting lately?"
"I think you know what the answer to that is," she blushed. "I did it. I finally did it. Never in my wildest dreams would I have ever imagined that I would have sex with him. God, he's my own son. I gave birth to him 19 years ago, and now I'm sl**ping with him!"
Meredith laughed, "Well then I've done my job! The first few weeks is always very exciting, but just wait until you both try and spice things up later. And judging by your new demeanor and attitude, I'd say you're doing a little more than just 'sl**ping' with him."
"You would be right about that. We've done a lot of naughty things lately, things I thought I could never do. Speaking of which, I brought the gift you wanted."
A large grin appeared on the saleswoman's face. "Well don't keep me in suspense for too long. I've been waiting for this since the day I met you."
Sara lifted her business skirt and pulled down her panties. She then lifted the front part of her skirt to expose her bare crotch to the saleswoman. Fresh cum coated her labia, and it was still dripping down from inside of her body.
"There it is," Sara said as she offered herself. "We had sex this morning and he filled me up with his sperm, just like you requested."
Meredith got down on her knees. "Perfect. It's exactly what I need to satisfy my cravings."
The saleswoman leaned forward and ran her tongue across the exposed labia presented in front of her. Her tongue cleaned up all of the available cum on covering the vaginal opening. And once Sara's labia was cleaned, Meredith opened her mouth and pressed it against the vagina, and began to suck all of Tom's cum out of the recently fucked cunt.
"Oh my god...." Sara moaned. "This feels so good."
Meredith briefly lifted her lips and replied, "And it's about to feel even better. Now tell me what you and Tom have been doing lately while I finish eating."
As the saleswoman continued to perform oral sex, Sara leaned her arm on a nearby rack so that she wouldn't fall over, and then she proceeded to tell Meredith everything she had done with her son in the past few days. She told her about their long nights and afternoons having sex which ended with intense orgasms. She told her about doing every slutty little thing her son asked, which included not wearing a bra and panties to work, and then coming home to show him how aroused it made her. And most of all, she told Meredith about how she fucked her son in their backyard for their respectable neighbor, Mr. Jenkins, to watch.
A quiver suddenly ran down Sara's spin and it took every ounce of strength she had to keep from falling over. She was on the verge of an intense orgasm, and Meredith made sure to seize the moment and suck and slurp and twirl her tongue around the best she could.
"Oh my god...oh my god...don't stop," Sara hissed, as a steady stream of fluids rushed out of her vagina and towards Meredith's mouth.
When her orgasm subsided, all she could do was stand there in disbelief over what she just experienced, while the saleswoman stood up and they were face to face again.
"Your first lesbian experience I take it?" Meredith asked, licking her lips.
Sara regained her senses and replied, "Yes...it is. And I really liked it."
"Well I'm glad you enjoyed it as much as I did. But I have to ask, do you think performing oral sex on a woman is something you might like to try?"
"I'm not opposed to it. I've fantasized about it a few times when I was in college, but I've never had the opportunity."
Meredith smiled, "Then I suppose I have something else to teach you..."