O.Z. One-shots - The Shopping Trip

When my mother finally looked up from the rack of shoes she’d been perusing, she saw me sitting on a bench with my cock hanging out.

“Seriously, Eric? Again? I could have sworn I sucked you off in the parking lot…” My mom has always been a good parent, but she isn’t used to the way I’ve been treating her since I took charge of the household.

“Well, now I’m horny again… It’s not my fault you’re walking around with your tits hanging out like some kinda slut!”

“Actually, that IS your fault,” she replied, dropping to her knees and beginning to stroke my shaft. “You made me wear this, remember? I can’t wait to get home and change…”

“Mmm, harder.. Oh, no, that’s not happening.”

“Wait, what?” She glared at me, unaccustomed to being talked back to.

“Yeah, we’re going to the clothing section after this… I’ll let you choose: would you prefer some teenager stuff that’s way too small, or a special outfit from the cumdump aisle?”

“Oh, you can’t be–” she stopped herself short and let out a sigh. “Yeah, you are serious, aren’t you… I think I want teenager clothes.”

My cock was just about ready to burst, but I held on a little longer. “You sure? Ben turned his mom into a real **** over the summer, and I think she really digs all the easy-access gear.”

Mom huffed angrily. “Are you seriously comparing me to– Ah!” As I began to cum I grabbed her head and held it close to my throbbing member, pumping my load onto her face.