This set of the bigger size seemed like a better fit, but his mom clearly didn’t believe him. She knelt down to check how much room he had in his waist, and then to his embarrassment, his crotch.
“Mom,” he said.
“Shh, I’m just checking. It seems like you need extra space to grow.”
“What?”
“You know, down here. If you run into a similar problem as you had at the Hole, it’d be good if your pants hid it somewhat.”
The wrong words. Mentioning the Hole just brought the whole incident thundering back into his brain, and he felt himself stir. As his mom continued to pull at the fabric, his cock filled out to full size. It didn’t help that the shirt she was wearing showed plenty of cleavage. The sight of her soft pillows so near, shifting as she moved, got him even harder.
“Oh! That’s wonderful, dear. Very helpful.” She proceeded to check the fit of his pants while his cock strained at the front. “Hm, not very discrete, but I guess we can only work with what we have.”
She undid the button and zipper, letting the slacks fall to his ankles. The movement caused his dick to pop out of the hole at the front of his boxers. As he went to cover himself with his hands, his mom batted his hands away, eyes fixed on his johnson.
“I didn’t get a good look at it at the Hole. Very impressive, Hank.”
“Um, thanks?” he croaked, the urge to cover himself still present.
“Unfortunately, this is going to put a damper on you trying on more pants.”
“Sorry,” he muttered.
“That’s okay, I can help again, hopefully preventing a mess.”
Before he could ask what she meant, his heart beating fast at the implications, his mom grabbed hold of his cock and pulled it down to her face. He felt her breath there for a second before she darted her tongue out to lick his slit lightly. Hank jumped.
“You’ll have to be quiet, Hank, or we can’t do this.”
Hank nodded, unable to process – oh, yep, there she goes. He watched in amazement as she opened her mouth and slid his cock between her lips. Without missing a beat, she dove her head further down, swallowing him in until she hit bottom. Her bottom, not his, as a couple inches still stuck out of her mouth.
She pulled back slowly, and Hank had to clamp his hand over his mouth to stop the groan from escaping him. She sent a warning glance up at him, and he nodded.
With just his head in her mouth, she stroked her tongue on his sensitive underside, humming quietly, before dipping down on him again. It was too much. The sheer craziness of getting a blowjob from his mom in a changing room sent him over the edge.
“Mom,” he whispered, and she nodded on his knob, pulling back until just his slit was kissing her lips. When he blew, he blew hard, and watched in amazement as she coolly suckled his cock, extracting everything he had to give and more, swallowing without so much as a drop lost.
When he was done, she gave one last full cock stroke, drawing out the bit left in his barrel.
“Mmm, thank you, what a nice treat,” she said in a thick voice, tucking his dick away in his boxers.
My mom sucked my dick, Hank thought, then had to stifle it as his dick threatened to come back to life. The rest of the clothes shopping went by in a haze. When they got back to the car, he said, “Mom?”
She turned her head while starting the car. “Yes, dear?” Not a hint of acknowledging there was something to discuss.
“Never mind. Um, thanks for helping with the shopping.”
“You’re welcome, dear.”
Hank spent the next three days trying to figure out how to bring up what had happened with her. It just never seemed the right time, and each day his window seemed to close further. In the end, he just left it, adding it to his spank bank.
He did notice he was more fixated on his mom, paying attention to what she wore and what she did. He found himself offering to help her with chores and errands, just to be around her. In the back of his head, he knew he was hoping for a repeat of the change room.
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Months of normality followed. The weather turned, and Hank went back to college wearing the pants they had picked out on that wonderful day. He mustered up the courage to ask a couple girls out, but got no bites. He was living at home to save on rent, so it wasn’t like he would be able to bring anyone home anyway.
The worst part about fall and then winter was the change in women’s outfits, and how much skin they showed. Hank’s mom and sister were no exception, and he went from seeing them in skimpy shorts and t-shirts to jeans and sweaters. He’d stopped paying as much attention to Abby and focused on his mom since the shopping expedition, but he still noticed when Abby made the clothing switch.
November rolled around, and Hank managed to have a free weekend. No classwork, no chores, no nothing. He asked if any friends wanted to do something but they were busy, so he was stuck alone for the weekend. He’d read on the internet about people who stayed home but tried to ‘get away’; they called it a staycation.
The idea was to decorate your house as an exotic location, and pretend you were somewhere far away. Hank knew it was silly, but sometimes you had to lean into silly. He decorated the living room and kitchen with random crap he got from a thrift store: lanterns, fake fruit displays and streamers. He turned the heat up, put on some shorts and a t-shirt, and settled in for a day of watching movies while drinking slushies.
He’d managed to do all the decorating early Saturday and was ready to start his first movie when his sister and his mom emerged from their rooms. His dad was away on a fishing trip all weekend.
“Hank, what are you doing, you dumbass?” asked Abby, looking at his decorations.
“Staycation. I’m at an all-inclusive,” he said.
His mom said, “What’s the idea? Delude yourself into thinking you’re away from home and fob it off as an excuse to sit around all day and do nothing?”
Hank nodded, looking up at them from his staycation throne.
“Sounds awesome! I’m going to join you,” said Abby, who dove back into her bedroom.
“Hmmm, I had some tentative plans, but it does sound fun. Do you have enough ice for us to join you?” his mom asked.
Hank nodded. He knew his family, and had stocked up on ice. If he proposed an idea, and they didn’t have to work for it, they’d jump on it too.
“Wonderful. I’ll change into something suitable for hot weather.”
Hank’s chest thumped in his ear. He’d be lying to himself if he said he hadn’t thought of this. Having his sister and mom dress with less made the day much brighter. He waited as they changed and prepped their own drinks. Hank smiled when he heard the cap come off the bottle of tequila he’d placed on the counter for his mom. Margaritas were her favourite summer drink.
When the ladies entered the staycation resort, Hank noticed two things right away: Abby was wearing a tennis skirt and a crop top, and his mom was wearing short shorts and a tank top. If he wasn’t used to seeing them wear these outfits in the summer, he’d have thought they were worn just for him. Abby’s brown hair was pulled back in a ponytail, his mom’s just over her shoulder.