Bimbo Lights - illustrated
Copyright© 2025 by CreepyUnclePete - by Limnophile
Chapter 2
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 2 - The mad scientists at Bimbotech outdid themselves by inventing Bimbo Lights, cigarettes that turn female smokers into hot and horny idiots. There are rumors Bimbotech is also working on new brands of beer and wine. Everybody knows all college boys are always honorable and responsible, and would never misuse them, right? Right?
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Mult Drunk/Drugged Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Science Fiction Incest Mother Son Brother Sister Father Daughter Gang Bang Group Sex Orgy Anal Sex Exhibitionism First Masturbation Oral Sex Sex Toys Voyeurism Big Breasts Public Sex Small Breasts Smoking Illustrated
After my first blowjob, then my first experience with shower sex, I put some clothes on. I asked, “Which dress do you want to wear, Mom?”
“Swimsuits are a lot sexier, and I love to be sexy. Hand me the yellow bikini.” The skimpy little swimsuit and high heels was the sleaziest thing I’d ever seen her wear, by far! She was usually uptight, and rarely let people see even a slight bit of her cleavage. A lot of sideboob was visible, and even some superhot underboob! I liked the change! I loved it!
I reminded her to take her purse, and led her to the driveway. As she sat in the driver’s seat she said, “There’s so many levers and stuff. What do I do?”
“Mom, you’ve been driving over 20 years. Don’t you remember how?”
“I remember your cum tastes good. And I remember your cock feels great in my cunt! Hehehehe! But I’m just a bimbo. I don’t know machines and stuff. Want me to suck you again?”
“Sure, when we get back.” I’d only driven a dozen or so times, but told her, “Swap seats, Mom. I’ll drive.”
She raised herself up as I slid toward the driver seat. She sat in my lap instead of moving over. “I like this. My butt’s on top of your big boner! Hehehehe! Where are we going?”
“A gas station. You need more Bimbo Lights.”
“Oh, yeah. I love those!”
I wasn’t comfortable with driving yet, even if I didn’t need to move Mom’s curly red hair out of my face and peek over her shoulder to see. Having her curvy butt pressing into my lap and her big breasts rubbing on my arms made it even more challenging. I may have only managed twenty miles an hour, but made it to the gas station.
Mom told the cashier, “I need some bimbo ... bimbo ... what are those things, again?”
“Bimbo Lights, Mom.”
“Yeah! I’m a bimbo and need some more Bimbo Lights. Hehehe!”
The elderly cashier pulled a hair from his ear and examined it closely through his thick ‘beer goggle’ glasses. I loudly repeated, “She needs some Bimbo Lights.”
The ancient relic behind the counter farted loudly and said, “Oh, okay.” I glanced at the display of porn magazines and wished I could buy some. He looked in the cigarette rack and said, “Sorry, we don’t have ‘em. Do you want something else?” I grabbed five magazines and put them on the counter. He objected, “You need to be 21 to buy those.”
“They’re for her. You love sex, so I know you’ll like looking at sexy pictures, right, Mom?”
Luckily she agreed, “Yeah! Let’s go home and look at ‘em!”
“You need to buy them first. Pay him.”
“Oh, okay.”
We checked three more gas stations and a couple of grocery stores, but nobody had Bimbo Lights. I was extremely disappointed. At the final place we checked, Mom got a pack of her usual menthol 100’s instead. I thought they would look sexier, more elegant, so I had her get a pack of very long 164s, too. As we climbed in the car, she said, “I don’t feel right. So tired, and my head is all woozy.”
“We’ll be home soon, Mom. It’ll be okay.”
By the time we got home, she was very lethargic and yawned several times. She untied her bikini top and bottom, and left them on the kitchen floor. I was happy to stare at her ass while I followed her upstairs. Her honeydew-sized tits had grown even larger, to small watermelons, and each step made them bounce in a very enticing way. I told her, “Lie down and let me ride you again!”
I was quite surprised she objected. “Ken, I’m your mother! We never should have had sex! You shouldn’t even see me naked.” She put on a robe and lit a 164.
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