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The days have passed in a whirlwind of emotions.
Today you find me alone with Emma, ​​my mother figure, in the tranquility and comfort of our home.
She approaches with a mischievous glint in her eyes and her voice with a hint of joy that I have come to recognize.
Emma-Evan dear-she purrs-I need to run some errands and I'd like you to come with me-She tilts her head, studying me.- But I want you to choose my outfit for the day. Surprise me.
My mind races at the opportunity.
I know exactly what I want to see in my Mother, something that will make her the center of attention wherever I go.
With determined steps, I head to her bedroom and search through her closet until I find the perfect outfit: a tight, low-cut minidress that leaves little to the imagination, paired with sky-high stilettos. It's the kind of outfit a high-class escort would wear, designed to tempt and tease.
I show the outfit to Emma, ​​heart racing waiting for her reaction. His eyes widen and a slow smile spreads across his face as he considers your choice.
Emma- Wow, wow, Son You certainly have a very vivid imagination.
Without a hint of shame, Emma puts on the skimpy dress, its curves spilling out through the flimsy fabric. She strikes a pose, looking at me with a raised eyebrow defiantly.
Emma-How do I look, dear? she asks, already knowing the answer. Do I look like the cheap whore you wanted me to be?
You can only nod, my throat suddenly dry as I stare at the image of my mother, transformed into the embodiment of my most perverted fantasies.
Emma- Good Now, let's go shopping.
The way to the supermarket is somewhat silent But when we arrive and get out of the car.
Emma wiggles in front of me, her hips swaying with each step, the tiny dress clinging to each of her curves.
She bends over for no apparent reason, allowing me an unobstructed view of her round butt, barely covered by the flimsy fabric.
When he stands up, he catches my gaze and winks, his lips curling into a knowing smile.
Emma-Is this what you wanted, Evan? he jokes, his voice low and sensual. See me parade in public, dressed like a common prostitute?
Upon entering the supermarket, Emma's performance only intensifies. She leans over the produce, her chest nearly spilling out of her dress as she inspects the fruits, pretending not to notice the stunned stares of other shoppers.
I feel my face heat up, a mixture of embarrassment and excitement washing over me.
Emma-I can see how much this turns you on, she murmurs, her eyes shining with mischief as she straightens, a plump red apple in her hand.
He takes a bite, chewing slowly, his lips glistening with juice.
Emma-You like seeing me like this, don't you? Exposed and lascivious in front of all these people...
I nod and blush as Emma's laughter echoes through the aisles of the supermarket.
She delights in my discomfort, her eyes shining with pleasure as she continues her display, bending and stretching with exaggerated movements, savoring the attention she is attracting.
Suddenly, a familiar face appears between the shelves. He is a young man, thin and somewhat short in stature with his eyes wide with surprise and recognition.
Man 2- Milf, is that you? - he asks, his gaze flickering between her and me.
He's one of the boys who had used Emma last time, a cocky smile spreads across his face as he realizes the situation.
Man 2- I knew it was you, I could never forget those tits....How curious to find you here, dressed like that. Looking to do something more... fun?
Emma's smile doesn't waver, her confidence doesn't waver even though they recognized us.
Emma-We were actually finishing up our shopping-answer-Would you like to join us?"
The boy's smile widens as he walks by her side, his presence adding an unexpected twist to the exit.
In the bustling supermarket, Emma's boldness increases as she lifts her skirt and shows her thong to the young man.
His eyes widen, a flash of surprise crossing his face before he smiles, understanding what she wants.
He approaches her, his hand darting out to give her a quick spank and then groping her.
Emma gasps, a flush of arousal spreading across her cheeks.
She stares at me, her expression a mix of defiance and excitement. The public display, the risk of getting caught, all add to the excitement of the moment.
He leans in, his voice barely above a whisper.
Man 2-Is this what you want milf to relive what happened that night?.
he asks, his fingers still playing with the thin fabric of her underwear.
She nods, her breathing heavy as she looks at me, making sure I'm watching every moment.
I stand there, frozen, my heart pounding in my chest as you witness the scene unfolding in front of me.
Part of you wants to look away, to stop this, but another part, a darker part, urges me to look, to savor the sight of Emma being manhandled in public.
The boy finally steps back, leaving Emma to straighten her clothes, a satisfied smile on his face.
Emma - I think it's time for us to finish our shopping - she says with a slightly trembling voice but full of emotion. He takes my hand, intertwining his fingers with mine, his eyes shining with mischief and excitement.
Every time Emma leans over to inspect an item on the lower shelves, the boy jumps at the opportunity. With a quick and expert movement, he spanks her again, the sensation is surprising and exciting at the same time.
Emma- More. his voice whispers...
The boy smiles, clearly enjoying the game. Every time he spanks her Emma breathes heavily and blushes. He rocks slightly on his feet, his body responding to the thrill of public display and subtle humiliation.
I watch, my own arousal increasing with each daring act. The sight of my Mother being mistreated, her obvious enjoyment of the situation, is both torturous and exhilarating.
I'm very aware the other shoppers may see us, but that makes it more naughty.
In a sudden escalation, the Young Man penetrates her with his thong fingers
With a quick movement, the boy releases his erect member from his pants, seeing it makes him
Emma licks her lips in anticipation.
Emma, ​​always eager to participate, immediately falls to her knees, her heart pounding with anticipation.
He doesn't hesitate, guiding her towards his waiting mouth. Emma, ​​even though other buyers could see her mouth engulfing the erect member.
Gghmk..Suck..Mmngk...Slurp...Mmnhhg
The feeling of being watched forces her to arch her back, involuntarily lifting her fat butt into the air in a silent plea for more.
The aisles of the supermarket blur around him as he concentrates on the task at hand, his mouth working diligently on the boy's cock.
You watch in silence, stunned, and I gasp as I witness Emma's submission. Seeing her on her knees, serving another man so openly, is both shocking and arousing. I can't look away as she expertly pleasures him.
Emma continues to attend to the young man with fervor, her mouth working tirelessly, her hand sliding discreetly between her own legs. Just as he gets lost in the rhythm of her attentions, the boy stiffens, a low moan escaping his lips as he climaxes.
Emma swallows, her throat working around his shaft.
Man 2-Get up.
He orders, once he catches his breath.
Emma obeys, slowly getting up as she starts to shake a little.
Guided by her hands, she leans in, her chest pressing against the cold metal of the supermarket shelf.
The position makes the thong wet with her juices openly displayed
With a wicked smile, he takes out his phone and starts recording.
Man 2- Clap those fat cheeks.
Obediently, she moves, each movement causing the thong to shift, applying delicious pressure that elicits a series of silent moans from her lips.
Man 2- The others are not going to believe me that I ran into you again bitch, give them a show.
Directly recording the humiliating and lewd spectacle. The sight of her soft cheeks clapping
I watch, transfixed, as Emma performs for an audience of two, plus anyone else who might be passing by, oblivious to the erotic spectacle taking place just a few feet away.
After a tantalizing display, the Man nods, indicating that the show is over.
Emma, ​​blushing and visibly excited, begins to organize her disheveled clothes. Her skirt falls back into place, covering the evidence of her exhibitionism.
With a sultry look in her eyes, she turns to me, her cheeks flushed with excitement. They sway, their hips tracing a tantalizing rhythm.
Emma-Did you enjoy the show?
I nod, the words stuck in my throat.
Seeing her so blatantly sexual has left me speechless and excited.
Knowing that she is willing to go to such extremes, to act so openly, has lit a fire inside me.
Emma smiles, satisfied with my answer. He takes a step closer and reaches out to trace my jawline.
"I'm glad," he whispers, his breath hot against my ear. - Because this was just the beginning.
With that promise floating in the air, take your hand and guide me and the boy to the register to pay
Once outside, Emma turns to the young man with a playful smile.
Emma "We'll take you home," he says, his tone suggesting there's more to the offer than a simple courtesy.
The three of us head to the car, the lingering tension of the supermarket still palpable.
Emma guides the Man to the back seat, her hand on his shoulder. As you start the engine, I look in the rearview mirror and see my Mother whispering in my ear, her words drowned out by the purring of the car.
I notice the young man's face flush with pride, his eyes locked on hers.
The atmosphere in the car is charged with anticipation. Emma's hand finds the boy's thigh, her fingers tracing circles in the fabric of his pants.
Their lips meet in a hungry kiss, their bodies pressed together.
I can hear soft moans escaping from the back seat, a testament to her growing arousal.
Ahhh...Hmm...Glup..Glup....Hhnmn
Emma's hands roam over the boy's body, exploring with a sense of urgency.
She's aroused, her breathing coming in labored breaths as she breaks the kiss to straddle him.
I look at her through the mirror, my own arousal increasing as she positions herself on top of him. With a sultry look in her eyes, she begins to lower herself onto his lap, her dress riding up to reveal the top of her thighs.
The car fills with the sounds of their feverish coupling as you focus on the road ahead, the rhythmic sway of their backseat kisses a constant reminder of the erotic scene unfolding behind me.
Man 2-You are amazing. he murmurs, his hands gripping her hips as she begins to place kisses on his neck, his body undulating to a rhythm that only she can hear.
With a fiery glint in her eyes, Emma reaches down and grabs the boy's cock, guiding it towards her entrance.
She impales herself on him with a guttural moan that fills the interior of the car. Riding wildly, he throws his head back, his hair cascading over his shoulders.
She demands, her voice a mix of order and desperate need.
Emma-Look how I do it, look how much I love cocks
Her words aren't just for the boy beneath her; They are also for me, a siren song that I cannot ignore. I look in the rearview mirror, my gaze is fixed on the erotic spectacle
Her dress is bunched up around her waist, revealing the lewd act taking place in the back seat.
Her huge breasts bounce with each thrust, her nipples visibly hard beneath the thin fabric.
The sight of her, so lascivious and uninhibited, is mesmerizing. You can see the boy's hands on her hips, helping her move, his face a mask of pure ecstasy.
Emma's screams become louder, her movements more frantic as she seeks her release. "Harder, fuck me harder."
he orders with a voice broken by desire.
The boy obeys, pushing her inside, the sound of their bodies colliding echoing in the small space.
With one last gasp, Emma finds her release, her body shaking as she rides the waves of her orgasm.
Then, as you continue driving, the air in the car is thick with the aroma of sex and satisfaction. Emma dismounts, a satisfied smile on her face as she adjusts her clothes.
Upon reaching the young man's house, the car stops smoothly and the hum of the engine fades into the silence of the night.
Man 2-I want to see you again. He confesses, his voice full of seriousness.
Emma, ​​still basking in the afterglow of her recent climax, gives him a shy smile. Leaning down, he joins his lips with the young man's in a passionate goodbye kiss, right there on the sidewalk for anyone to see.
Her hands tangle in his hair, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss. You watch from the driver's seat, my own desire simmering beneath the surface.
Finally breaking the kiss, Emma gives him a playful wink and gets into the car, swaying her hips as she walks to the passenger side. He slides into the seat next to me, his aroma still intense.
The ride home is quiet, the air still thick with lust as it begins to get dark.
Emma turns to me, her eyes shining in the gloom.
Emma- Well, my dear cuckold," she begins, her tone playful but sincere, did you enjoy the show tonight?
I nod, my voice steady despite the whirlwind of emotions I feel inside me.
Yes, Mother. I enjoyed every minute and I liked watching you act like a slut.
The words come easily, the trust and intimacy that has grown between you.
Emma smiles, her hand finds mine, her fingers intertwine with mine.
After I get home I park the car. Just as you are about to get out of the car, Emma grabs my arm and pulls me into the vehicle with a mischievous smile.
Emma- Not so fast. he purrs, his eyes shining with shameless desire. Before you can react, his lips are on mine, his kiss fierce and demanding.
My heart races when her hand snakes inside your pants, her fingers wrapping around my growing erection. He caresses me with expert precision, his touch so much a reward for behaving.
I can feel the warmth of his palm against my skin, the friction of his movements sending jolts of pleasure through your body. While he gives me pleasure, he whispers in my ear, his voice is a sensual whisper that fans the flames of my excitement.
Emma- You know, darling, he says, his breath hot against my skin, "I think you deserve a little something for being so good tonight."
I surrender to the sensation, breathing becoming labored as she brings you to the edge. And when I climax my body shudders with release.
Once the waves of my orgasm have subsided, Emma removes her hand, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. He kisses me softly, a tender contrast to everything that happened.
Emma- I love you. he whispers, his words a gentle balm to any lingering insecurity. And when I get out of the car, the cool night air against your skin makes me shiver before entering the house.
To be continued.....
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