Dad’s Trip Made My Mom Strip

Dad’s Trip Made My Mom Strip

by Oediplex 8==3~
Based on an il-lust-ration by Pandora’s Box,

If sauce for the gander is sauce for the goose, what does a good gosling get?


Lena was furious, Lena was horny. Lena was hurt, Lena was frustrated. Lena was unhappy, Lena was in heat. Lena had a husband, she hadn’t had sex in two weeks. Lena hadn’t seen her husband in that time because of a business trip, now he had called to say he had to stay a few extra days, unexpectedly. They had a good boy, Jeff; they didn’t have a good marriage.

Lena sat on the love-seat sofa, waiting for her husband to call from his hotel before his ‘evening business meeting’. She suspected her husband was cheating on her out of town and that was the reason for the few extra days delay. He was going to shack up with some bar-bimbo he picked up and bedded on the company expense account. She was going to confront him today when he called. She expected him to ring in about a half hour, after Jeff got home, so he could say hi to the boy too.

As Lena sat there with her mind on her libertine husband and her libido’s hunger, she began to daydream about her first boyfriend. She loved making out on the couch when her parents weren’t home. Today she had dressed casual around the house since she was alone. Her hand crept up under the loose blue blouse she was wearing to her bra-less breasts as she continued to remember her sensual past.

Making-out was so much fun! How her sweet tender young beasts had been suckled, and the nipples stood out so red and hard. Her boyfriend had loved going down on her. She raised her skirt and put her other hand on her panty-less pussy, as she reminisced about the talented tongue of the tender-aged teenager who so sweetly tortured her from titty to clitty. Oh! She was sooo horny! Her finger found the button then slid down to dip in the well of her womanly weeping cunt, just like her boyfriend had petted her.

Her first boyfriend had, back then, been the same age as her son was now. They even sort of looked alike. Maybe that was why she had been attracted to her husband. Only he didn’t like to eat pussy, at least, not the way her first sweetheart did. Lena pitied the lady – no, make that slut, which her cheating spouse was screwing. That gal would not walk away bowlegged like when Lena’s teen lover had made ravaging sex to his nubile girlfriend. She wondered briefly if her son was as big between his legs as her boyfriend had been.

Yes, she had proof now of hubby’s infidelity. When Mr. ‘screw more days longer’ called yesterday, Lena had heard a young female voice laugh, then answer the door and call out that room service had brought another bottle of Champagne. So Lena was madder than hell. Here she was a hot momma (yes a middle-age mom, but still a very attractive woman, in short a MILF), a red hot momma ready to rumble and rock and roll and raise the roof and break the bed and raunch all night long; and he was wasting it on some tramp that likely didn’t have half Lena’s experience in pleasing men.

Lena wished for her school days again, when boys and girls played doctor and explored each other’s bodies. Then when you get older you grope each others bodies, then progress to lips kissing, then lips kissing everywhere, lips and tongues all over each others bodies. Until finally on that day you play the game past the limit, you go all the way, you do it. It never seems planned but it always seemed inevitable in retrospect. That the trip down the slippery slope to having sex was something that was ultimately unavoidable. Was it like that for her husband’s affairs? Was he trying to recapture his youth, like that answer to the same question in “Moonstruck”.

When the hell was ‘Dumb-Fuck’ going to call?