Chapter 9: Mom Goes Shopping

Dave 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 bed room 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 its 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 talked 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 spurted 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. 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 too 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 the tops of 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 her nipples 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 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 ground 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.