I'm Her Medication
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Chapter 6
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 6 - When mom got kidnapped and trained as a sex addict, I became her Medication. "A shudder went through Mom's body as she slowly parted her lips, letting me slip the tip of my thumb between them, feeling the wetness of her mouth, and then the tip of her tongue brushing against it."
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“Good morning, my darlings,” Mom said gaily -- her smile dazzling. She sat the last plate of food on the kitchen table and then with her arms wide open, inadvertently making the T-shirt pull tauter across her breasts and raising the shirt’s hemline to almost crotch level, said, “Come and get it!”
I felt my cock twitch and my pulse quicken as blood began to engorge my cock. I heard Dad cough behind me and then shove me forward, “Have a seat, John.”
I gladly obeyed, happy to have my sudden reaction to Mom’s appearance hidden from view. I glanced at my father and his face was a study of struggling emotions -- his unhappiness mostly dominating. You have to understand -- my folks were REALLY conservative and REALLY religious. I had never seen Mom in anything that wouldn’t be considered mildly prudish. Her nightgowns were the old flannel granny variety and even then, she’d have worn a housecoat over them whenever she had ventured out of her bedroom! Bathing was a locked door affair and I could probably count on the fingers of one hand how many times I’d seen my parents show affection to each other in public.
Mom’s cooking hadn’t changed though and proved a bit of a distraction, although I caught myself making furtive glances at Mom and her well displayed chest throughout the meal. Dad glowered the whole time and finally said, “Well -- I reckon we need to get you to the mall and get some new clothes.”
Mom blushed and nodded. “I’m sorry -- nothing fits. Thankfully, I found one of John’s old T-shirts in your dresser otherwise I guess I’d have to go around in my birthday suit.” She giggled and winked at me while Dad frowned.
When we finished breakfast, Dad urged Mom to go upstairs and find something to wear while they went shopping. After she disappeared, both of us watching her swaying butt exit from the room, I asked, “Is Mom alright, Dad?”
Dad nodded and said, “Sure -- she’s just a bit out of sorts. Give her a day or two and she’ll be fine.” He glared at me and said, “In the meantime, keep those eyes in your head -- that’s your mother, John.”