Shopping Spree
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Making Mother A SlutChapter 10: Shopping Spree free porn video
Janice slowly became aware of the shriek of her alarm as it pulled her out of a much needed sleep. She opened a bloodshot bleary eye and looked at the small clock radio with confusion.
"Wha... Time to get up already?" She laid there for a moment listening to the loud and annoying buzz before slowly struggled out of bed. Janice stumbled around a bit trying to get her bearings. "Can't be late... Got to be on time today... " She opened her closet door and stood in front of it. As she looked into her closet and tried to decided what to wear to work, her brain slowly started to come out of it's sleep induced haze.
"Wait... what am I doing... It's Saturday. She walked over to her alarm and picked it up. "4 AM! What the hell... " She jerked the cord out from the wall and threw the clock into the corner. Every muscle in her body screamed for her to go back to bed, to get some more rest...
Janice plopped back onto her bed and tried to go back to sleep, but even as she laid there she new it wouldn't do her any good. As tired as she was, she new once she woke up, that was it. She would stay awake. She looked around and felt like crying she was so exhausted. Janice reached over and grabbed one of the porn magazines from her night stand. She had a lot of time to kill before her son would be awake, and she could check her morning messages. As she opened the glossy pages and stared at all the cheap and sexy women inside, her pussy started to tingle and demand attention. Sex was the only thing that seemed to comfort her these days. No matter what was going on in her life... or how bad things got... shoving two or three fingers deep into her snatch always seemed to make everything better. Janice spread her legs as wide as she could and worked a fourth finger into her slobbering pussy, bucking and thrusting her hips up onto the stabbing fingers of her hand as she orgasemed. As she laid there panting and gasping, her fingers slowly began to slide back in and out of her pussy. She had LOTS of time to kill.
John woke-up and got dressed. It was nearly 8:30 before the youth decided to get out of bed. As he came down the stairs and into the kitchen he saw his mom sitting at the kitchen table sipping a cup of coffee.
"Morning mom."
Janice looked up at him and tried to smile at her son... "Morning John."
"Gees mom you look terrible. Didn't you get any sleep last night?"
"Not really, that dammed alarm clock is broken or something. Half the time it doesn't wake me up, the other half it goes off for no reason."
"Well maybe you should go out today and get yourself a new one."
"Umm... yes I was planning to. Uh John, speaking of going out today, I have something I need to ask you."
"Sure mom, anything for you." John turned from his mother and grinned wickedly as he poured himself a glass of orange juice. He knew what was coming.
"I... I was wondering if you could... ummm well. I need to go shopping today for new clothes and I was wondering if you would go with me and..."
"Ah mom you know I hate going clothes shopping."
"Please John. Please, it would really mean a lot to me. It wouldn't take long, really."
"Well... [he pause] as long as it doesn't take all day."
"Thank you John, oh thank you. It won't take us long. You'll see." Janice felt like a weight had been lifted from her shoulders. " I'll go and get cleaned up, then we can go." Janice was just about to leave when she remembered what her lover had said about picking out her own clothes.
"Oh umm, John, one more thing. I know this is going to sound really strange but... but can you pick something out for me to wear today?" Janice blurted out the last few words and waited. She had no idea what her son might think of her request.
"You want me to pick out your clothes for you? John said it like she must be crazy to ask him such a thing.
"Well... yes" Janice squeaked out timidly. She didn't know what she'd do if he said no. "Please God don't let him say no," she thought.
Well... , if that's what you want mom. I don't understand why, but I'll do it for you." John acted like he was making a supreme sacrifice in picking out his mom clothes.
Janice came forward and hugged her son tightly to her. "You're so good to me John" she whispered as she crushed her body against his. "I know I've been acting a little weird lately."
"No, it's cool mom. I happy to help you out." John pushed back into his mom and made sure his crotch was against her's.
Feeling the hard lump against her Janice's hips thrust forward unconsciously. She began to grind against him slightly. His embrace felt strong and in it she felt warm and loved. More importantly her pussy felt something hard pushing against it, and began to boil in anticipations of being filled with a hot piece of man meat. The two stood there for a few minutes as mother slowly ground her crotch into son's. Janice's eye flew open as she realized what she was doing. She pulled away quickly, causing her robe to open, reveling a good portion of tit to her son.
"John! I'm... I'm so sorry I... I... " She left quickly and ran up stairs. "You're a HORRIBLE woman Janice!" Tears filled her eyes and rolled down her cheeks. "I can't believe I just tried to dry fuck my own son!" Janice hated herself for enjoying the feel of her son's body against her's, but she hated herself even more for wishing she could have finished rubbing herself off against him before she'd run off. John stood in the kitchen, a smile across his face and a large bulge in his pants. His mothers constant masturbation, lack of sleep, and crumbling confidence was beginning to take affect. His Slut was starting to shape up.
Janice emerged from the shower with just a towel wrapped around herself. She hoped she wouldn't run into John yet. She was still feeling very guilty about what she had try to do with her son. Dashing into her room she quickly closed the door behind her. A sigh of relief escaped her lips at being once again safe in her room. Looking over at her bed she saw that her son had laid out some clothes for her. "He was in my room! Oh God!" Janice looked around at the scattered magazines showing women in various stages of being fucked. Her favorite bright pink dildo sat plainly visible on her night stand next to a big jar of lubricant. " He saw... He saw everything." She stammered. She cursed herself for not having thought of the fact that he would have to go into her room to pick her clothes out.
He probably thinks I"m some kind of sex fiend," she whimpered. "What son would have anything to do with such a depraved mother? Oh God I'm going to lose him... just like his father... " She began to sob.
"Mom? Mom are you ok? John had been waiting for her to get out of the shower. He'd been in her room lots of times, but she'd never known that. He knew she would be embarrassed about him having seen her collection of sex stuff.
Janice looked up "Oh John I'm so sorry. Please don't hate me." She cried openly.
John watched her for a moment. Enjoying the sight of her large breast as they heaved up and down with every sob, he began to wonder what they might look like with pieced nipples. Then decided he'd have to think more about that... Walking over to her he kissed her on the cheek and said "Mom that's just silly. I don't hate you. Now get ready ok. It's getting late and I really don't want to spend all day clothes shopping." He walked out and closed the door behind him.
[sniff] Janice began to smile. Then a small laugh escaped her lips. "His mother is turning herself into some cheap Slut for a man she's never even meet before... and all he cares about is not having to spend the day shopping for clothes." Janice began to laugh uncontrollably as she slipped a little farther into her sexual insanity. Everything else in her world was falling apart or changing ecept her son. He seemd to be the only anchor in her life. The only reliable thing.
Janice came down dressed in the clothes her son had laid out for her. Everything except the panties that is. She knew better than to try and get away with anything with her mystery man. As she walked she kept tugging on the pair of jogging short. She didn't like the way they showed off her ass. They looked painted on, they were so tight. The top at least was more conservative. It was a rather loose blouse that came down and did a rather good job of hiding most of the shorts. Unfortunately her son did not put a bra out for her. "He probably didn't think about it" she'd thought. "Most men have no idea what carrying so much weigh around on their chest is like, so why would he." Janice discovered that the loose fitting blouse was not so much of a blessing as she moved around. Every turn or step cause her pendulous breasts to bang around under the material. The once pert and well shaped tits of her youth, now sagged a bit and flopped around freely when not encased in a bra. She just couldn't bring herself to ask her son for permission to wear a bra... so she went without. "I'll just have to be carful." she thought. "I'll just have to be very careful."
"Here you go John." Janice held the small stack of Playboy magazines out to her son. "I was wrong to take these from you."
John looked at the magazines and took them. "Oh, hey thanks mom. What made you change your mind? I thought you said that only sick people look at stuff like this." John stared knowingly at his mom.
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