The Shopping Trip

Susan convinces her grown son to go shopping with her, changing their lives and their relationship forever!

Everyone involved in any sexual activity is at least 18 years old.

Chapter 01

"Craig, come on and go shopping with me!"

Craig Snella took a long sip of his coffee while looking over the rim of the cup at his 52-year-old wife. Shopping with Susan was the last thing he wanted to do. He had undergone this torture before, and he'd rather have a root canal operation. Besides, today was his golf day.

"Not today, babe! I've got a 10 a.m. tee time with Alex and the guys."

Susan leaned back against the kitchen counter. Her hands gripped the sink so tight her knuckles turned white.

Not today, tomorrow, or any other day, she thought

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She critically eyed her potbellied husband of 27 years. He was bald with a greying monk's cap circling his head. He was jowly, with heavy laugh lines inscribed on his cheeks.

She thought he looked ridiculous in plaid plus fours, matching knee-high socks, and a yellow polo shirt. His matching Tam O'Shanter lay on the kitchen table. His highly polished golf clubs in their tooled leather bag leaned against the wall next to the kitchen door.

"One of these days, you'll have to put 'the guys' on hold and spend some time with 'the wife'!"

Her exasperation was evident in her tone. This was not the first time they had this discussion; it probably would not be the last. Their marriage had reached the point where they were more intimate friends than a married couple.

Gone were the days when, as a young married couple, they had same-room sex with their friends and sometimes swapped partners. She recalled house parties that turned into impromptu orgies.

Susan's sex life had gone from nights when she couldn't count the partners she fucked to times when she couldn't count the weeks since she and her husband had sex.

Craig stood and walked around the table. He wrapped his arms around his wife's waist with his hands resting on her full bubble butt. He lifted her robe and squeezed the softness of her behind as he pulled her to him, crushing her substantial breasts against his chest.

"Aww, come on, Susan! This is the only relaxation I get after a hard week."

"What about me, Craig? You have no time for me between your job and your friends!"

"Okay! But We're going on the Caribbean cruise next week. We'll have all that time together!"

Before she could answer, a car horn tooted in their driveway. The other three members of Craig's weekend foursome had arrived. He hurriedly pecked her on the cheek and patted her rump.

"Got to go!" He grabbed his golf clubs and bolted out the door.

Susan watched her husband toss his golf clubs in the car's trunk and climb in the back seat. She sighed as she watched the car back out of their driveway, turn, and head down the street.

Dutifully, she picked up the breakfast dishes, scrapped them into the garbage pail under the sink, and loaded them into the dishwasher. The twisting and turning caused the tie on her silk robe to work loose. The robe fell open, allowing her large breasts to swing free. They swayed rhythmically as she stood to remove dishes from the sink and then bent to load them in the dishwasher.

She felt no sense of exposure or false modesty. Their 22-year-old son was home from college for the summer. But he usually slept until noon.

Susan walked across the kitchen and down the hall to their bedroom. She stripped off her robe and kicked off her slippers. She saw herself in the mirrored shower door when she entered the en suite bathroom.

She faced the mirror and did a critical assessment of her body. She was never happy with her breasts. At 38DD, they seemed overly large. They always had been big. She was 36C to small D when they married.

At one time, Craig loved to suck on them. She recalled breastfeeding their son on one teat while her husband sucked the other. He hardly looked now.

She grasped a nipple between her thumb and forefinger, pulled, and twisted it simultaneously. The pain/pleasure coursing through her body was like an electric shock. Susan was something of a pain slut and missed Craig doing that.

Susan turned sideways and continued looking at herself in the mirror. She placed the palm of her hand over her wrinkled belly pooch, pushing it in as she inhaled deeply. She shook her head.

Not much could be done about that, she thought.

The extra pounds picked up over the years took her ass from the cute bubble-butt men lusted over to this huge jiggly horror.

Her hand slid down from her belly to her hairy mons. She used to shave it because her husband liked her that way. It was an unruly rat's nest now, and Craig hadn't even noticed.

Her butterfly vaginal lips poked through the unruly greying thicket. She hissed as her index finger slid down her moist cleft. At least THAT still reacts. It was months since she and Craig had sex. It had been years since he kissed her down there.

She didn't know if she missed having sex or not. Susan thought of herself as a woman on a starvation diet. You dream of steak and potatoes but would settle for a cracker.

"Oops! Sorry, mom!"

Carlos was on his way to his bedroom when he passed his parents' bedroom door. He abruptly stopped and eyed his mother's nude body.

The old girl ain't that bad, he thought! Those big tits were made for sucking

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"Oh my God! Get out of here!" Susan snatched up her robe and held it in front of her.

"Sorry!"

Carlos pumped his hands palms down up and down in front of him as he backed out of the door.

Jesus, he thought, Mom's got a hot body. But she could use a trim. Her bush looks like a rat's nest!

How long was he standing there, Susan thought

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Susan closed her bedroom door and leaned against it.

More importantly, what did he think of my old, wrinkled body?

She reflected on what had just happened and was embarrassed. She had gotten so used to being home alone that she had forgotten Carlos was home for the summer.

Maybe I can convince him to go shopping with me?

Chapter 02

Later that morning, Carlos was eating a bowl of cold cereal at the kitchen table. He was barefoot, wearing only his boxers and a T-shirt.

"I'm sorry about walking in on you like that."

Susan wore an old housedress that she had slipped on after showering. It was her typical uniform of the day. The dress fit snuggly, emphasizing her lush, mature body.

"It was my fault! I'm not used to having you home."

Susan began removing the dishes from the dishwasher and putting them in the cabinets above the kitchen counter. As she bent, stood, and reached above her head, the dress tightened across her behind and then rode up her legs, exposing her ass cheeks.

Carlos paused with the spoon between the cereal bowl and his mouth. His cock hardened as, for several moments, he watched the unexpectantly erotic show his mother was putting on. He could see her butterfly lip pussy, framed by her plump thighs, peeking out of her hairy bush each time she bent.

Susan turned to speak to her son. Carlos averted his eyes and quickly gulped down the spoonful of cereal.

"What are your plans for the day?"

"I have to buy liquor and food for the sex orgy I'm having while you and Dad are on the cruise!"

"What? What the hell...!" Susan stopped when she saw the devilish grin on her son's face. "Okay! You got me!"

"Nothing planned," Carlos laughed.

"I need to shop for the cruise. Would you mind going with me? I could use a man's opinion."

Carlos had planned on playing some b-ball with his posse, drinking a few beers, and perhaps running up on some stray pussy. However, he loved his mother. Like most men, he went through his Oedipal phase, where he lusted after her.

However, his lust for her mellowed as he experienced the casual attitude about no-strings-attached sex on campus. At 22, he was getting more than his share of pussy and even sucked the occasional dick.

"Sure, Momma!"

"Great! Let me go change."

He watched his mother's humongous ass jiggle as she hurried to her bedroom to change.

Down boy, he ruefully mumbled to himself

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Chapter 03

Under the sterile glow of the fluorescent lights, Susan clutched her son Carlos's arm tightly as they walked from store to store in the large mall. She was as giddy as a schoolgirl. Her face was flushed, and she could not stop grinning. She was on the arm of her favorite man.

Her excitement was boundless as she pointed through windows at one frock and then another. Like most women, shopping was a visceral experience. The fact that her 22-year-old son agreed to accompany her enhanced the experience.

"OH! Look at these!"

They were standing in front of an appropriately named dress shop, Flashy Flirts. The dresses ranged from an off-the-shoulder, provocative mini with a skin-tight fit and revealing cut-outs along one side to a sheer translucent mini with matching underwear. All were listed as clubwear.

"Mom, don't you think those are a little too..." He fumbled for the politically correct word.

"Young," Susan said.

Her head cocked to one side, and her eyebrows climbed into her hairline.

"Revealing," Carlos finished diplomatically. "After all, this is a cruise, not a night out at the club."

"Oh, poo! You are like your father! No sense of adventure. Let's go in! I want to try them on."

Ruefully shaking his head, he let his mother lead him in. The lone clerk, a tall, slender blond with a large chest, smiled brightly as they entered.

"Good morning! How can I help you?"

"I'm looking for something for a cruise. You know, a couple of bathing suits and some frocks for the excursions and dinner." Susan said.

"Well, ma'am, " the clerk began hesitantly, "we have many fashions from the prosaic to the barely there! How risqué do you want to be?"

The clerk's eyes flicked from Susan to Carlos. As they settled on Carlos, her plastic smile warmed. Her eyes became flirtatious. The tip of her tongue sensuously moistened her lips.

Carlos returned the smile, his eyes roaming over her body and settling on her chest.

Susan stiffened as the clerk openly flirted with her son. Her hand tightened on his arm, and she leaned her head on his arm.

"My FRIEND wanted to see how I looked in one of those minis."

It took Carlos a moment to process what he had just heard. His mother said he was her friend. What the hell was going on? He was acutely aware of her large, spongy breasts pressed against his arm.

"We have a full line of swimsuits from string bikinis to one piece. We also have dresses that can cover, the clerk smiled coyly, "or expose as much as you like!

"Let me see a couple of the bikinis and that blue mini number in the window. You can add any recommendations you have."

The clerk cast a professional eye over Susan's full figure and diplomatically asked: "size 10?"

Susan blushed and nodded. The clerk retrieved several outfits and led them to the dressing rooms in the back of the store. A small sitting area was at the end of the hall leading to the dressing rooms.

"You can sit here while your friend changes or accompany her into the dressing rooms. I'll be upfront when you decide."

"Momma, are you sure about this? Dad will not let you wear any of those clothes, cruise or not! They are too revealing."

Carlos sat on the couch in the sitting area as his mother entered the dressing room, carrying several dresses and swimsuits. He glanced at the front and saw the clerk smiling at him. He returned her smile.

After a bitter argument, he broke up with his long-time girlfriend a week ago. She accused him of being a commitment-averse momma's boy. She said he wouldn't marry her because she did not meet his mother's expectations.

The anger had built since their visit to his parents' home last Christmas. Their sex life went from spotty to nonexistent in those final weeks before he packed up at the end of the semester.

After a few minutes, Susan poked her head out of the curtain. She looked up and down the short hallway leading to the store proper. She experienced an inexplicable twinge of jealousy when she saw the clerk and her son smiling at each other.

"Mmmm, could you come in here? I don't want anyone to see me in this."

Carlos wasn't thinking. He had done this a dozen times with his ex-girlfriend Anne. Sometimes, it was a zipper she couldn't quite close. Other times, like now with his mother, they did not want others to see it. He did not expect to see his mother in a string bikini. She awkwardly had her arms across her body, trying to conceal her partial nudity.

The string bikini Susan had on was essentially three strategically placed triangles of cloth held together by dental floss. It was about two sizes too small. The triangle covering her sex pulled into her vagina. On either side, her meaty pussy lips hung out. The two triangles of transparent cloth covering her big jugs looked like pasties, leaving most of her breasts, except her nipples, exposed.

"What do you think?"

"Uh... Mom, you have more showing than covered. I mean, your...stuff...is hanging out."

Carlos was embarrassed to feel his cock stiffen as he looked at his full-figured mother in the string bikini. Despite her effort to cover them, her coral nipples were visible through the transparent fabric.

She looked down at the cameltoe created by the bottom.

"Yeah! I guess you're right."

She felt an odd tremor in her abdomen when she noticed how her son was looking at her. She saw the same look that morning when she caught him staring at her while removing the dishes from the dishwasher. And was that bulge a sign of his arousal?

Surreptitiously, she studied him in the dressing room mirror. He was at once so like his father and so unlike him. Larry hated shopping with her. Carlos was happy to accompany her. The fact that his eyes were fixed on her behind was only slightly disturbing. Still, she enjoyed knowing that she could still interest a man, even if it were her son.

As Susan twisted and turned in front of the mirror, looking at the fit of the bikini, Carlos fought an urge to kiss her luscious ass. It was full and meaty, with a slight jiggle when she moved. The soft sheen of sweat from her exertions covering it added an unintentional sensuality.

He thought his mother's ass would look luscious in a thong like his ex-girlfriend wore. He could imagine the string splitting her ass cheeks, the triangle of cloth struggling to cover her large mound. Maybe even a faint indentation where her labia pressed against the silky material. He wondered if she had any. Then cursed himself for creating the cock hardening mental image of his mother in a thong.

Susan fumbled, twisting and turning, and unintentionally turned the bow holding the bottom triangle into a knot.

"Would you help me, baby? I can't undo the knot."

She shivered as Carlos placed his hand on her upper hip as he struggled with the knot. She felt his other hand slide between the bikini string and her skin as he struggled to undo the knot. The moist warmth of one hand pressed against her hips while the other slipped between the upper crevice of her ass. She thought she detected a slight tremor in his hands.

Her fantasies about her son, which she successfully suppressed, began four years ago when he was eighteen. He was well into puberty and exuding copious sex pheromones.

He and his friends used their pool a lot in the summer months. She recalled that even then, she could detect his scent among the acrid odor of his hormonal friends. The distinctive acridness of his hormones drove an unholy need in her that she barely controlled.

She recalled finding his socks crusted with his ejaculate in his clothes hamper. At first, she marveled at the quantity. Some of the socks were so full they were glued together. An electric shock shook her body the first time she got his goopy seed on her hands as she turned the socks inside out to wash them.

Disgusted at first, she held her hands' fingers up in the air while she looked for something to wipe them on. The aroma of his potent seed assaulted her nostrils. She felt a little dizzy, swaying as she stood.

His warm, moist hand resting on her buttocks brought back those memories. It caused her to remember how she began looking for his cum filled socks and musty, dirty underwear. She would stand in the laundry room, inhaling their fragrance. Before he left for college, she had begun masturbating while holding his underwear to her nose.

Once, as she masturbated, leaning against the washing machine, she pressed her mouth against his smelly cum filled sock. The cold, sticky goop coated her lips and tongue. When she licked his seed from her lips and swallowed, it set off an explosion in her. The intensity of her orgasm from tasting her son's seed surprised her.

Still frigging her spasming hole, she slid down the front of the machine. She sat on the floor amidst the dirty clothes, masturbating herself to several orgasms. When she finally recovered, she was sated as never before but disgusted with herself.

Her fantasy consumed her in the years since he left for college. Each time he came home, whether for the holidays or summer vacation, he looked AND smelled more mature.

She dreamt of having sex with her son. It reached the point where during the infrequent times she and her husband had sex, she used the image of Carlos to increase her arousal and drive her orgasm. It was an insane, filthy fantasy, and she knew it. But she couldn't stop herself from doing it!

She recalled a phrase that said we all have secret thoughts that would shame Hell. Susan rationalized that as long as her thoughts of fucking her son stayed a fantasy, it was okay. There was nothing wrong with building air castles; don't try to move in and set up housekeeping.

Carlos rested one hand on Susan's hips as he struggled with the knot. His mother, aroused by the proximity of the source of her sexual fantasies, exuded her own pheromone-laden perspiration.

He inhaled the musky aroma of her arousal his touch triggered. When the knot finally came undone, and the bottom dropped to the floor, he was treated to cock hardening sight of her bare ass, gleaming with sweat.

With her back to Carlos, distracted and more than a little aroused, Susan leaned forward to pick up the bikini bottom. Her bare bottom was in his face. Her skin felt hot and tingly where Carlos touched her.

"I'd better wait outside," he said nervously, eyeing his mother's rump and moistening his suddenly dry lips.

What the hell? Susan thought I got lost in my fantasy world and started undressing in front of my son

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Susan quickly stood up and held the bottom in front of her, partially covering her nether region. She watched his ass clad in skin-tight jeans as he exited the dressing room. Her pussy lubricated as she imagined her hands gripping it, as his cock...! She shook her head to clear the image of her son's cock entering her pussy.

"Huh? Oh, sure!"

She wondered if the wet squishiness she felt in her pussy had stained the crotch of the bikini. It was good he decided to step out of the tight confines of the dressing room. Her son's scent was driving her crazy.

Carlos stepped outside, feeling guilty. This was his mother. He needed to control his lust. He looked down the hall. The top-heavy clerk was standing at the end of the hall, smiling at him.

"Is everything okay?"

"Uh...yes...she is changing into another frock."

"Well," she said suggestively with a hand on one hip and that hip cocked to the side, "if there is anything I can do..."

He smiled back and took a tentative step toward her. She was interested, and he was like a sailor in a storm. Any port...or pussy...would do.