Chapter 6

My mom always has a talent that she can look elegant without having to work hard.

Now she sat in front of a small iron-craft round table on my right, sitting under the shade of an elm tree on the terrace of a restaurant in the city, looking elegant.

Mom was wearing a sleeveless white top and a cornflower blue pleated skirt, which stopped a few inches above her knees.

Her legs were exposed, tanned, and she was wearing blue heels that matched her skirt.

I was wearing khaki pants and a light blue open-collar shirt with rolled up sleeves, which was much more formal than usual.

I also wore a pair of shiny black loafers that were left in the closet for the whole summer.

I have some plans today and to achieve these plans I want to make myself look older than I am.

My mother and I had lunch together and enjoyed the abnormal warmth of the Mid-Autumn afternoon.

As we sat down at the dining table, I was shocked by the inconsistency between my mom’s appearance and what happened to us a few days ago.

I looked at the elegant lady in front of me in a white top and a blue short skirt, and for a moment, I doubted whether the time we took a shower together was real in my memory.

In the first half hour of lunch, our conversation never touched on the crazy things we did together in the past few weeks.

My mother asked me about the school situation and the class situation. She also told me an interesting thing, saying that an employee in the company she works for kept complaining that the boss’s hands were too messy.

But she didn't mention anything we did together, things that I couldn't stop thinking about.

My mother received a call and said it was called by someone from the company and she had to answer.As she answered the phone, I looked at the surrounding green garden and recalled what happened the week before.

Just five days ago, my mother and I were lying on the bathroom floor and she gave me a foot massage.

Of course, the scene at that moment could not be erased from my mind, and the next day I felt like a hungry beast, wanting to get more of her.

But this didn't happen.

The impression I got from my mom over the next few days was that she needed to be freed from her madness.

This is exactly the same as the previous model.

So, I stayed away from her for the time being, or I tried to stay away from her.

My penis is exercised several times a day by my hands to relieve my anxiety.

I've been thinking about what to do next.

Because, no matter what mom’s hesitation is, I know I want to take another step, and I want to take it.

But what should I do?

I don't just want to have sex with my mom, I mean, I really want to fuck her, I really want to, but I want something else, and I can't explain it clearly.

I wanted to push her, she let me see some of her things, I wanted to tease her, encourage her, and let her make the most of it.

I started to make a plan.

This looks crazy and I know mom will boycott it.

But I think I can overcome her resistance, or more accurately, I can say the right thing, do the right thing, and let her overcome her own resistance.

I thought about it for a long time and finally came up with the next plan.

In this way, on a sunny and cool autumn day, my mother and I had lunch on the terrace of a fashionable restaurant.

My mother's phone was over and she put away her phone.

Before we could speak, the waiter arrived.

He brought me a green salad and vinegar sauce, a seasonal pumpkin soup, and a little cream on the soup noodles.

After the waiter left, we silently tasted the first dish for a few minutes.

At this time, my mother suddenly asked me a question that had nothing to do with any topic we talked about during lunch.

Randy, do you think I'm a slut?

This problem emerged from my mother's mouth without warning.

Mom just finished a bite of salad.

My mouth was covered with pumpkin soup, and it took a lot of effort to not spit it out.

I swallowed it with great effort and looked up at my mother.

She stared at me tightly, her eyes wide open, her eyes burning, and her lips pressed tightly together.

Mom, why did you ask that?I asked.

My mother thought for a while before answering me.

It's just everything we've done together lately.Randy, the way you see me is that your son usually doesn’t see his mother.Together we did something that mother and son wouldn't normally do.I'm worried about what you will think and what you think of me.

I was surprised.She never said such a thing in the days after we met in the bathroom last time.

Mom, no.I said.

I didn't miss you that way, and I wouldn't miss you that way.I think you are a very, very sexy woman.You are sexy.There is no doubt about this.But I won't call you...that word.

My mother looked at me across the table with a slight frowning.

You don't look satisfied, I said.

OK, she said, I'm grateful for what you said just now.I just kept thinking about what we did in the bathroom that day.She leaned against the table and I made you orgasm, Randy, with my feet!I kept thinking that I must be very slutty in your opinion.I must be a slut in your eyes now.

Mom, I said, it sounds like you're trying to convince me that you're a slut.It seems you want me to think you are a slut.Is this what you want?

This sentence stopped her for a few seconds.

No, that's not the case, I just thought... she hasn't finished speaking yet.

Mom, I interrupted her, you are a person with a temperament.I've learned a lot about you lately.I like this.I won't change anything.I love you.

Really?Mom asked me, her eyes staring at me.

Yes, mom.I said.

I lay on the table and talked to her even more quietly.

If you don't sleep with many men, you can't call yourself a slut, I think you haven't sleep with any men in more than a year.We have done something together, but have not been in bed, and have not.

I let the word not yet wander around the dining table, and my mother remained silent.I got closer.

But mom, I continue, if you want me to think of you as a slut, if you want me to call you a slut, if that makes you excited I will.Do you want your son to call you a slut?Is this what you want?

I spoke very quietly, but persistently.

No one could hear me except my mother, but I could feel that she cared about every word I said.

I saw contradictions and desires in her face.

But she said nothing.

That's it, mom, I said.You haven't done anything debauchery in several days. Why don't I ask you to do something debauchery and see how we all feel.

You mean today?she asked.

I mean now.I replied.I sat back on the chair and grinned at her.

In this restaurant?Here?she asked.what do you want to do?

Mom, I pretended to be a lewd smile and said to her, Take off your panties.Pull them off your legs and kick them to me and I'll take them off.

We are in public, Randy, she said.

I know, mom.I said.But you told me before that when you were with your dad, you spread your legs in front of more than a hundred passers-by on the beach, which was also in public places.

Mom didn't answer.She looked at me.Then she looked at my shoulders and then at her sides.I could tell she was thinking about it.She wanted to see if anyone was watching.

I saw the struggle on her face, but her desire defeated everything.

Mom exhaled suddenly, then placed her hands under the table and on both sides of her skirt.

Through the lattice of the wrought iron tabletop, I saw what she was doing, just a little bit.

I saw my mother stand up from the seat of the chair, groping her hands on her panties under the fabric of the skirt.

Then, I saw a hand quickly reaching under my skirt.

After a while, I saw: a pair of blue panties exposed from the hem of my mother's elegant skirt and stretched between her knees.

Mom twisted her knees and legs, and her panties fell down her calves on her feet.

She hurriedly tried to cover her shoes as much as possible, and then raised her head, obviously trying to see if anyone noticed her.

I didn't follow her eyes.

I just looked at the edge of the blue panties exposed from the soles of my mother's shoes under the table.

Mom's eyes circled around the table in front of her until she looked down at her thighs.

She twisted her body until the panties on her legs fell off, and then her mother took the opportunity to pick up the panties from the ground.

She easily covered her panties with her fists and stuffed them into her tiny purse.

Not that difficult, right?I asked.

Not easy!She said with a smile.I hope you are satisfied.

I'm very satisfied.I said.But that's not enough.My thoughts are far more than that.

I paused and asked her to continue talking.My mother looked at me with a look of curiosity, confusion and a hint of fear.She didn't know what I was thinking, but she knew what I wanted to do.That's what I really think.

Mom, do you still remember our conversation?I asked.Did you tell me about my dad and I on the beach that day?How did you show off naked?

I lowered my voice, but as I said the last sentence, my mother looked up and looked around nervously, obviously wondering if anyone could hear what I was saying.

But no one can hear it.

I was speaking small enough that she could hear it, but others couldn't.

I leaned forward.

Do you remember that conversation?

Of course remember.She said.I can't forget that conversation, nor what happened afterwards.

Very good, I said.

You told me something about yourself.You like to show off.But you also told me that my dad doesn’t like this, and after that day, you won’t be like this after you get married.I paused again.

OK, you're right, she said.I remember.How about it?

After we did so many things together, Mom, I said, I can see that this is what you still want to do, but you failed to do it after marrying Dad, and you have not been able to do it until now.

She kept looking back at me, trying to keep her expression indifferent.

Randy, where are we going?She asked me.

This is where we are going, mom.I said.I'll give you a chance to do what you want to do with your dad. How about it?

What's the meaning?Mom looks nervous.She was restless in the chair opposite me.

I mean, mom, with me, you can do what you want to do with dad, I said.You can show off yourself.I will help you.

Mom didn't answer immediately, but she bent her eyebrows and twisted the corners of her mouth, showing a sly expression.

What are you going to do?she asked.

Well, first, let you take off your panties in the restaurant, I said, and then gave her a self-righteous laugh.You've taken it off.

Next, spread your legs so I can take pictures with my camera.

Randy, we are surrounded by people.If you do, they will see it.She frowned and I thought this looked cute.

She looked uncertain, but wasn't shocked.

We have done so much, and the critical value of shock has been reduced a lot.

Well, I said, take a picture with your phone and send me a text message.

She slowly opened her mouth, as if she was thinking of rejection, and I interrupted her.Mom, you can take photos quickly.I will pay attention.No one will see you.

Even if they saw it, I continued and paused, it wasn't that bad.No one here knows you.

Mom doesn't seem to believe it.

She glared at me fiercely, then turned her head in all directions to see if anyone was looking at her.

I looked at it, and I didn't see anyone staring at us at that time.

Mom raised her cell phone.

I know she is thinking about it.

But she didn't agree.

She was dressed properly (even without underwear), in public, and to do what I asked her to do, she had to break her comfortable role.

But she did break it.

Her movements were slow, uncertain, and her face was filled with worry, but she did it anyway.

Her eyes swung back and forth quickly, her head shaking like a bird to make sure no one was looking at her.

Then, she put her phone under the desk.

I saw her legs apart from the gaps in the iron tabletop.

Her left hand pulled the skirt up a few inches, her right hand reached between her knees, and her thumb placed on the camera button.

She put her phone there and quickly raised it to her face.

I held my phone in front of me and waited anxiously for my mother's text message.I noticed my mom's thumb moving on the screen of the phone, but I didn't dare to look.

My eyes were fixed on my phone, waiting for the text message to appear.

It seemed that after a long time, the familiar ping-pong sounded.

A text message.

I clicked on the icon and opened it.

The image on the phone screen was darker than I hoped, and this was the result of my mother not using a flash when she took pictures.

The photos are not very clear either.

But there is no doubt that this is a picture of my sexy mom's pussy under her blue skirt.

Looking at this photo, I felt my cock hard.

Satisfied?Mom asked me.

Oh, yes, I said, more than just satisfaction.You sent me a photo of your vagina, mom.Your vagina is beautiful.

I bet you say that to all girls.She said.

He only said to the pretty girl with a vagina, I said, yours is the most beautiful I have ever seen.

Don't be too loud, Randy, she said, we're in public.

I magnified the image of my mother's vulva in the photo with my fingers.

The resolution is better than I thought.

The soft skin, the delicate labia as petals, and even a trace of dew deep in the labia are fully displayed in the photos.

Am I taking good photos?Mom asked.

very good.I said.

I looked down through the lattice on the table and could see the exposed legs under my mother's short skirt.

Suddenly, her thighs suddenly retracted.

I raised my head and looked from her legs to her face.

Mom was looking at me, she looked nervous and embarrassed.

Are you suddenly shy?I asked.

I think someone is looking into my skirt and seeing me.She said.

Isn't this exactly what you want?I asked.

Randy, Mom replied, we are in public.

You keep saying this, it seems that it is not good.I said.You used to reveal more in public.Why be shy now?

It was on the beach, she said, and it happened a long time ago.

So, who is he?What does he look like?I asked.I didn't turn around because I didn't want him to see me, no matter who he was.

I didn't want to look back at him, my mother said, he would notice.

I looked up and looked around.Some sunlight shines through the trees.Despite the shade above the head, the sun is still bright.I had an idea.

Take your sunglasses out of your bag, I said to my mom.Put it on and describe him to me.If you look at him with sunglasses, he will be out of sight.

Mom paused before answering.After a while, she reached into her bag and pulled out a pair of stylish sunglasses.She put it on.

OK, mom, I said, is he still watching you?

She didn't answer immediately, but after looking up and down and left and right for a minute, she finally answered.

He just glanced at this side, she said.There was another person next to his desk.Looks like a girlfriend or wife.

So, he wanted to see you, I replied, but he didn't want to be too obvious to avoid being discovered.is that so?

I think so.That seems to be it.She said.He just looked here again.To put it briefly.Yes, he doesn't want to be caught.He wanted to look here, but he looked nervous.

I thought about what I was doing.

I was on the terrace of the restaurant trying to expose my mother to others.

What is my son?

What kind of son would do this?

Shouldn’t I do my best to protect my mother’s private treasures from being discovered by others in public?

I know my answer, my answer is no.

I was so excited when I thought of my mother's sexy.

Mom showed me herself; she showed not only her body, but her desires and fantasies.

These are all part of her sexy.

I want to show them.

I want to be the man that my father is not: the man who encourages my sexy mom to be sexy in the way she wants it deep down.

Open your legs, mom, I said to her, using the firmest and most authoritative voice I can make as a 19-year-old son.

My mother glanced at me briefly, and a big O curled up at the corner of her mouth, her eyes wide open, full of doubts and uncertainty.

I looked through the half-open tabletop to see what her legs were doing, and at first they were tightly pressed together.

But the good times don't last long.

I saw her bare knees apart a few inches outside the hem of her blue skirt. It was a little bit at first, but then more.

As my mother spread her smooth and beautiful knees, her skirt was pulled back, revealing more strong thighs.

Soon, her legs spread out as I asked.

Outside the edge of the tightly stretched skirt, each soft leg was clearly visible.

From my perspective, I can't see anything between my mother's legs.

But I know that the person sitting in front of her can see it.

I want to look back at my back and see if my mother's voyeur is looking at her now.

But I resisted this desire.

Is he watching?I asked her.

Mom pretended to look at me, but I knew she was looking behind me through her sunglasses to see if the man was looking at her.

He is watching.She said.He glanced at me a few times.

Can he see your vagina?Let me know if he can see your lower body.I said.

Randy, mom said, it was really embarrassing.I think I should cover it up.

Mom, you can't cover your skirt in this position.I said, can you?

No, I can't.She said.

Then keep this position.I said.

Through the desktop, I saw my mother maintaining this position.

She kept spreading her legs, her skirt stretching high on her thighs.

Her head tilted towards me, but I could tell that behind her black-framed glasses she was looking at the man on another table, and the man was looking at her.

She didn't move.

I asked her to keep this position for a while before I spoke to her again.

Is he looking at you?I asked.

Yes, she replied.He kept looking at me secretly.He wanted to be more subtle because he was talking to the woman at the same time.I could tell that he didn't want her to be suspicious.

Mom, what do you think about this?I asked.

What's the meaning?She replied.

I mean, how do you feel about a man who is dating you don’t wear underwear?I asked.He could tell you weren't wearing underwear, right?

She didn't answer immediately, but she answered anyway.

He glanced at it twice, and she said.Yes, he could see it.I think he saw everything.

My mother's face turned to me, her head still moving as she spoke.

It was obvious that she was trying to pretend that she didn't know what she was doing or that the man on another table could see the most private part between her spread legs.

But I glanced through the table and found that she was not moving her legs. Although she was pretending, she was always showing herself to the man, and she knew very well what she was doing.

I didn't know what I was doing for a moment.

Why did I ask my mom to do this?

My thoughts are complicated, I want to look at my mom's pussy, I want to touch, lick and play with it.

I want to fuck her, I know that.

But I want more, I want to play with her, tease some of her things, she reveals part of it to me, but something that she has hidden for a long time, something that is buried deep in her heart, but is an important part of her.

I want it to be revealed.

I want to be the one who makes it appear.

I want to be the one who witnesses it.

I'm not sure what happens when it comes out.

But I want to be there, I want to see it, I want to be part of it.

The process is in progress.

My sweet and elegant mom was sitting in the dining room, with her legs apart and not wearing underwear. A man sitting 30 feet away was staring at her vagina. Mom enjoyed it and I enjoyed it.

I think this is not a normal mother-son relationship.But it's too late to get back to normal.We can only look forward.I want to see where I am heading.

Mom, I said.

She didn't react at first, but after a second or two the word seemed to pull her back from her contemplation.

What?She shook her head and said.

I think it's time to leave, I said.It's time to go on the next afternoon's date.

I saw my mother's brows frowning between the dark lenses of her sunglasses.

Dating?she asked.What's the meaning?

You will know.I try to say without emotion.let's go.

I put the cash on the table next to it with the bill left by the waitress a few minutes ago, and we got up.

I saw my mother slowly close her legs and stand up.

We walked towards the car parked on the nearby street.

When she got into the car, I opened the door for her.

Her blue skirt lifted her thighs as she placed her butt in the passenger seat, and in the shortest moment I caught a glimpse of the sweet cunt gap between her bare legs.

My eyes turned to her face.

She was looking at me.

We all know what I saw and what she showed me.

I think mom is ready for the next step.

I walked to the driver's side, got into the car, and drove the car off the side of the road.

I know where we are going, but mom doesn't.

I didn't tell her.

I want to give her a surprise.

I'm not sure if she'll go with me, but I think she will, and I want to figure it out.

We drove along the city streets away from the restaurant and places I think mom might be most familiar with.

While driving, I pressed a few buttons to activate the playlist I prepared on my phone and play it on the car speaker via Bluetooth.

The song played by the speaker is Danzig's Devil's Plaything.

This is an old song, much older than me, and I'm not sure if my mom will know about it.

To my surprise, she actually did.After singing a few notes, her eyes lit up.

To you, this song is a bit old school, right, Randy?she asked.That song was earlier than your time.

Yes, I think so.I said.I like old songs.Especially rock music.

I didn't expect you to know the Danzig band.She said.My best girlfriend and I watched their concert in high school.

Really?I asked.I didn't expect you to be the kind of girl who likes them.Actually, I was also surprised.

I have many things you don't know.She said with a smile.

I think so, mom.I said, I've learned a lot about you over the past few weeks.Something I never imagined.I want to know more.

She didn't answer immediately.I can't understand her expression.Her eyes were shining and the corners of her mouth were slightly raised.

It is best for the son not to know everything about his mother, she said.Then she turned around and stopped looking at me.

I have no idea.I said.

I love everything I know so far.I glanced at my beautiful mother.

She sat straight in her seat, her legs tightly together, but her skirt was high, revealing her tender, dark thighs.

I like what I see, but I want to see more.

Hey, mom, I said.

She looked back at me.

What?She said.

Put your feet on the car seat, I said.

What?She said again.

You still don't wear underwear.I said, but I can't see it.I want you to show me.Put your feet in the seat, pull up your skirt, turn a little toward me, and spread your knees apart.I want to see your vagina.

I like to hear what I blurt out.

My tone was firm and confident, just like I knew what I wanted and hoped she could give it to me.

But I like the expression on her face more.

The muscles on her face twitched.

Her eyes were wide open and her eyebrows were curved.

Her lips opened, as if she was surprised, and then closed quickly.

I saw the contradiction in her expressions about me: surprise, resistance, perhaps anger, but in the end, no doubt, interest, perhaps surrender.

We are in public, Randy, she said.

This didn't stop you from going to the restaurant, I quickly replied, and it didn't stop you on the beach either.Come on, mom.Open your legs.Because I want to see you.Because you want to do that.

I stared at her, trying not to back down.

She also stared at me, and at first, she didn't move.

But then she moved, slowly and tentatively at first, but then she moved quickly.

She lifted her heels until she landed on the car seat.

Then, she pulled the blue skirt to her thigh inch by inch with her right hand.

She moved her body toward me.

Finally, she slowly and dramatically spread her knees apart.

When she spread her knees as far as possible, her body was completely and lewdly exposed to me.

Her sweet vaginal opening was displayed in front of me, and her delicate labia set off her vagina.

I felt her labia looked more swollen than I had seen before and I wondered if this was the result of her awakening.

But I can't be sure.

I was driving and could only spend so much time watching my mother's naked vulva.

Good girl, I said.I like you doing this.I think you like it just as much as I do.

Really?She said, do you think you know what I like?

OK, I said, you sit in the car, try to spread your legs as far as possible, and show your pussy to your son, so I guess you like that.

She didn't respond to it, but her legs didn't move, so I felt like I've got the answer.

I had to try to keep my eyes on the road.

I barely did it, but I still glanced at the sweet pink opening between my mother's thin and strong legs from time to time.

I drove silently for a while, and after a while, my mother spoke.

Where are we going, Randy?she asked.

You will know soon, I said, we need to take another step.

This sounds...unlucky, she said, what does it mean to "take another step"?When we went for lunch, you told me nothing.

Yes, I didn’t, I said, but I asked you if you were free in the afternoon, and you said “yes”.It's only afternoon now.I'll take you to a place because I want to play with you.I think you will like it, but I won't tell you until we arrive.

I turned my head and looked at my mother, her eyebrows were tightly twisted.

She was worried.

I thought about saying something to reassure her, but I didn't.

I love seeing her bottom line break through and the concerns that arise.

I also want to challenge her bottom line.

I took my right hand off the steering wheel and placed it high on my mother's left thigh, about six inches from the rosy and seductive gap between her legs.

I pinched her thighs.

I felt her trembling, I felt the muscles in her thighs twitching and contracting, but her legs didn't move.

Her legs were still spread out.

I looked at the place on her lap and looked up at her face.

She was already looking at me, with a look of surprise and curiosity on her face.

I said nothing, just moved my hand a little inch or two along her firm thighs to the point between my legs, and then pinched it again.

Her legs still didn't move, but after a while, she spoke.

Randy, enough, she said.

What is enough, mom?I asked.

Your hand, she said, your hand is away from mine...you know.I think I should stop there.

Why, mom?I asked, why don’t I touch you?Let me put my fingers into your body.I'll rub your clitoris.I can tell you are excited.You are awakened and I will make you orgasm while I drive.

As I drove and talked, I secretly moved my eyes from the road to my mother's face, and I could see the impact of my words on her.

As soon as she heard the word clitoris, she retreated slightly.

I knew she wanted my hands to touch her thighs until it was between her legs, and I knew she wanted my fingers to press into her vaginal folds.

But she was also reluctant, I could tell.

I'm trying to find out why.

Randy, I want to set a boundary here, she said, I think we should stop before that happens.

But why, mom?I asked.

I pinched the inner side of her thigh with my fingers, just a few inches away from her pussy.

Her legs spread a little more when I did.

I glanced down and sideways, and I could see everything.

The thin labia were pulled a little further back, revealing the wet pink body in the vagina.

I could insert my finger into her in just a few seconds.

I would love to do this, and I could hardly bear it.

But I didn't.

I wouldn't do it until I knew my mom wanted it.

She wasn't ready yet, she didn't look at me, she looked ahead, maybe looking at the road, maybe not looking at nothing.

Her voice shook a little when she spoke again, but I could hear that she was trying to pluck a sense of determination.

Because I thought, she said, I want to stop there.I don't want you to touch me.This is too much.That's the forbidden area.

My hand was still very close to her vagina, and I squeezed her thighs hard again, but didn't get closer to her penalty area.

OK, mom, I said, I will respect your bottom line, I will not touch you with my hands, nor will I touch you with anything else.Speaking of the last sentence, I grinned.

But I hope to get some reward from you.I want you to do what I said.I won't ask you to do anything that goes beyond the line.In addition, I hope you can cooperate with me.OK?

What do you think?She asked me.

You'll find out soon, I said.

We're almost here.I have some plans for you.I hope you can go together.I promise to respect the boundaries you set, but I hope you can match my plan.

My mother's eyes were wide open, and I saw uncertainty and excitement in her eyes.

Where are we going, Randy?she asked.what do you want to do?

You'll know soon, mom.I said.

I looked at the road ahead.

Where we are now is far from home and where mom works.

I don't want my mom to be recognized when she does what I want her to do.

After driving on the strange street for a while, we finally arrived at our destination.

I drove off the street and parked in the parking lot in front of a low shop.

The sign on the window reads Secret Treasure.

Randy, where is this place?Mom asked.

This is our destination.I said.I want to buy you something.And my own.I smiled at her.

This is an adult entertainment store: a place to buy adult movies, costumes and toys.

I have been here once before to buy something for my girlfriend. Recently, I searched on the website again to see if there is anything I want to buy for my mother.

There is indeed.

Randy, what are we doing here?What are you going to do?Mom asked me.

I have something to buy, and I said, I need your help.

I walked around the car, walked to the passenger door, and opened the car door for my mother.As I raised my hands, she began to swing her legs and ready to get out.

Wait, mom.I said.

What to do now, Randy?she asked.Mom looked at me, obviously curious and suspicious about my plan.

Put your feet in the seat, I said, then spread your knees apart and pull your skirt backwards.I want to take you a photo like this.

I'm getting bolder with my mom.

I want to keep trying my luck, not only do I want to have sex with my mother, but I really want to have sex with her;

She kept revealing some of her things to me: not only her body, but also her desires and fantasies.

I want to constantly tease her, guide her, and encourage her to indulge in it.

That's why I brought her to this store and why I wanted her to spread her legs when she was sitting in the car seat where the door was opened.

I want her to expose her vagina to me more easily, even in public places.

I need her to adapt as soon as possible to complete my plan in minutes.

She did not respond to my instructions immediately.

She looked around.

No one was walking around nearby and couldn't see what she was doing.

However, there were cars running back and forth on the street. If a driver appeared at the right place at the right time and happened to look at her, he might have seen something.

But that just flashed by.

I looked at my mother's face and guessed that she was like me, and was also thinking about whether she would be caught.

Slowly, she put her high heels on the car seat.

She spread her knees.

She pulled the hem of the blue skirt back with her left hand.

She still didn't wear underwear, so her naked pussy was visible.

Her pussy is very attractive, and if my eyes are not wrong, her pussy is still a little wet.

Great, mom, I said, just keep this position.Pull the skirt back a little further.Very good.Don't move!

I raised my phone.

I'm not in a hurry.

I enjoyed the pleasure of letting my mother expose herself in public, and I also wanted to extend her pleasure.

She looked nervous.

But she still did what I said.

Her hands pulled the skirt back an inch.

I took this photo.

Then, I knelt on the ground, almost level with her, and I took my phone close to the gap between her legs.

I want a close-up.

I know this will make her nervous, too.

I still haven't seen anyone near the parking lot, but there are a lot of cars passing by and if someone sees me it's not difficult for them to guess what I'm doing.

Randy!Mom said excitedly, let’s hurry up.

I could tell she was nervous, but her legs didn't move.She still did what I said.

Wait a moment!I said, I want to take another photo.Can you open your... more?

What?She showed a puzzled expression, but soon understood what I meant.Because I saw her two index fingers and thumb pinch the two thin labia and try to separate them to both sides.

I took my phone very close, and my mother's beautiful vagina almost filled the entire screen.

There was no doubt that a wet film covered her thin lip, which peeled off to both sides, revealing a hint of pink wetness inside.

I took this photo.

OK, mom, I said, thank you for your kindness.It's time to go shopping.

Mom put her legs together, pulled her skirt down, and got out of the car.I closed the car door behind her, and she stood aside.

She is waiting for my next instructions, I think.I like this.

Son, what are we going to buy today?Mom asked.

Her smile twisted into a frozen smile, but her eyes were filled with fear and excitement.

Obviously, mom is very conflicted about what we are going to do.

But she didn't stop me.

We are going to buy you something, and I said, you want to try something on.I will tell you when shopping.We want to act because I think it's better not to let others know that we are mother and son.We don't look like each other, so I think we can do it, we pretend you are a model and I'm a photographer, we're going to buy something to take pictures, I'll call you "Mona", which sounds like "Mom". If I accidentally break my word when I talk to you, I might be able to recover and no one will know.

As I spoke, my mother's chin almost fell off.

Are you serious?She said, do you want to tell someone that you are taking pictures of me with a sex toy?

Well, I said, I don't know what "other" is.I might ask the clerk for help.I don't know if anyone else will.But if they ask, I'll tell them that.

She looked nervous and I tried to comfort her.

Mom, or Mona, I said, don't worry, our home and the place you work on are on the other side of the city.I've been here before and have visited the shops.There will not be many people in the store, and there will not be anyone here to know you.All they know is that you are a sexy Milf model named Mona.This is a sex toy store. People are used to all kinds of perverts. They attach great importance to customers' privacy. Do what I say and everything will be fine.

Also, mom, I continue, I know you hope this is the case deep down.You want to keep doing what we've been doing.We will.I'll add something new.Follow me and I have planned it all, I won't say it's easy for you because it's probably not easy.But because of this, you will enjoy it.

Come on, I made a gesture to her and follow me.

I started walking towards the door, and my mother hesitated for a while and followed.So far, everything went well.

I opened the door, took a step back, and let my mother go in first.I followed her and glanced at the scene in front of me.

I've been to this store once before, but I still looked around and re-acquainted with the layout of the store to see how many people there were in the store.

It would be a bit exaggerating to say that this store is high-end, but as a sex toy and porn store, it is still very attractive and not too tacky.

Apparently, the owner spent enough money to decorate the store beautifully.

At the entrance of the store is a large room filled with shelves and sexy clothes.

The walls are covered with sexy posters and the shelves are filled with merchandise.

Against the wall is a lot of sexy outfits, lingerie and fetish costumes.

Behind are the openings of two different rooms.

Each room has a neon sign, one with movies and books and the other with toys.

I saw four people in the store.

Behind the desk was a woman with short dark hair, tattoos and nose rings, wearing a black and gray tights, exuding an avant-garde atmosphere, about 30 years old.

A couple were blonde, probably a few years older than me, and they were looking at something on the show stand in the middle of the room.

A man, who is nearly 40, is scanning the underwear area.

I think there are enough people who can make this place full of fun, but it won't scare mom away.This is perfect.

I want to go to the clothing area first.

Mona, I called Mom, she was staring around half open, obviously trying to take it all in her eyes.

She didn't react to her fake name at first, but turned to me when she realized I was talking to her.

I saw the clerk behind the counter lift his head from the book and glance at us.

Have you been to this kind of place?I asked my mother in a low voice.

I've been here once, a long time ago.She spoke even more quietly, I bought a vibrator there.It was in another city, and I was on vacation with your dad.But that store is much smaller than here.

This should be big enough, I said.

I'd love to know what those are.She said.

You will, I replied.You'll find out soon.

We walked to one end of the store until I found what I wanted: Shelves were filled with fetish and cosplay costumes.

Mom looked at a black skirt and crotch-open panties hanging on the shelf next to her.

This one you wear must look great.Mona, I said, but I have other ideas.

I picked up two clothes from the shelf next to me and handed them to her.

Try these two.I said.Mom looked at me with disbelief.

This is student outfit.She said.

That's true.

In fact, this is a stripper version of student outfit.

The skirt is short and is in Kelly green, black and white plaid patterns, and the skirt edge is fixed with velcro to adjust the length.

The top was a thin white shirt with a large round neck at the neck, which was cut high and just below the chest.

The short sleeves are decorated with patterns that match the skirt.

I like green because I think it matches my mother's eyes.

There was a locker room over there, and I said, pointing to the wall behind her with my chin.

Do you want me to try it on here?In the store?She whispered in anger, "I can't do this!"This skirt is too small!She raised her skirt for me to see as she said.

It can't cover me.I'm not wearing underwear!

Yes, you can try it on here.I said calmly and firmly, no one here knows you, nor will they know you.Not only will they not stop you, they will also encourage you.You will be very beautiful when you wear this outfit.You can also show off yourself without spending money or harm.You can, Mona, let's get started.

Have you heard it?She said, I'm not wearing underwear, Randy.

Then you just put on your skirt carefully.I said, if you don't wear it, there will be no consequences.let's go.

My persistence seemed to be rewarded because my mom followed me to the locker room, and there was no one inside.

There was nothing good to look inside: two painted fiberboards poked out from the wall, supported by fragile metal pillars.

The equally weak curtain is now pulled open and hangs down, about a foot above the ground.

There is a small stool inside.

There is a thin and long mirror hanging on the back wall, with two hooks on the right side of the mirror to hang clothes on the hanger.

Go, I said, sweeping my arms towards the open room.I'm waiting for you here.

Mom glared at me fiercely, but her eyes eased and she said what I wanted her to say.

All right.

She walked in and pulled the curtain.

Or, she tried to pull it up.

The top of the curtain seemed to be stuck with something, and when she finally unbuttoned the curtain and pulled it over, the curtain didn't pull it completely.

A little gap appeared.

The gap was not big, but I could see her eyes through the gap.

She was looking at me.

Continue...Mona, I said, I'll stand here and not let others see it.

Do you want to see me take off my clothes?she asked.

Do you want people in the lingerie area to peek at you?I asked.

No, Mom said, but you can turn around.

I can, I said, but I can't think of any reason to do so.We've passed that point, aren't we?

She couldn't refute, although I could tell she wanted to refute it.Her eyes were wide open, glittering, and her face was flushed, and I could tell she was very excited.But there are some of hers who want to resist.

But she didn't want to resist too much.She began to unbutton her top.

Even at a sex toy store, I didn’t want to make myself look like a pervert, so I stepped back a foot and pretended to be looking at my phone.

But I actually don't.

I watched my mom unbutton quickly and take off her top to reveal her smooth and strong skin on her shoulders and abdomen.

Then, she unzipped the skirt from the back and walked out from inside.

I looked down and saw the gap in her vulva that caught my eye. I felt a familiar stiffness in my pants.

She put her top and skirt on the stool and reached for the schoolgirl's top, but she stopped when I insisted that it wasn't OK yet.

She looked at me, I stared at her bra and nodded.

She untied her bra from the front and placed it in her seat.

Mom stood naked in front of me.

Through the gaps in the curtains, I couldn't see her entire picture, but I could see enough that made my dick harder.

I walked aside and pretended to be circling around while looking at my phone, actually checking if anyone was looking at us.

The couple seemed to be busy on the other side of the room, but the man in the lingerie area next to him, who was about 40 years old, seemed to be secretly glancing at us.

I turned around and found the curtains moving.

My mother obviously noticed that I was walking aside and was trying to pull the curtains completely, but the curtains didn't cooperate, and all the movements caused the gap to grow bigger.

I looked around carefully again and found that the person next to me was staring at me intently.

There is no doubt that he wanted to peek at something.

I walked closer to the private room again and pulled the curtains a little open.

How about it?I asked with a shameless face.

My mother had already pulled her top over and was tying the skirt beside her.

After waiting for me for a while, she said, as if I could hear her intermittent voice.

I'm waiting.

Another minute later, it seemed like a long time later, I heard a gentle puff sound from the private room.I walked closer to the private room again, opened the curtains, and leaned into my face.

What's up?I said.

Mom has already put on her clothes; perhaps, more accurately, this suit is almost worn.

The end of the top was close to her breasts, and the size was obviously small, because my mother's breasts were plump and stylish. Although not huge, they were filled and stretched with thin white fabric.

Although the top is not transparent, the fabric is thin and cheap, making the outline of my mother's nipples (in my hopeful eyes, my mother's nipples look straight).

Her skirt is perhaps even more mouth-watering.

The skirt is ridiculously short.

I'm not sure how short it is, in inches, it's much shorter than any miniskirt I've ever seen worn in public, and I've also seen girls I know wearing very short skirts.

In order to cover the bottom as much as possible, my mother pulled the belt as low as possible, and the skirt just happened to be under her hips.

The incredible slim and soft waist is unobstructed.

Although the skirt had been pulled to its limit, the bottom of the skirt was still high on the base of her thighs, and I could see that the bottom of the skirt stretched less than a few inches below her vagina.

My mother's slender and sculptural legs were completely exposed, and the delicious gap between her legs was also exposed from under her skirt.

My saliva was flowing out, and I really wanted to drool.But I still have to act, so I held back and swallowed.

Turn around, I said.

I don't know if my mother is more relaxed, but she seems to be more cooperative than before.

She turned around slowly and let me look at her back.

The back of the skirt is less covered.

If she bent down slightly, her plump buttocks would be fully exposed.

I don't know if my mother has worn such clothes in her life.I think if her reaction could tell the problem, maybe not.

I pulled the curtains all away and took a step back.Mom opened her mouth wide and her eyes widened; she obviously didn't expect me to expose her to the store like this.

Oh, mom, I think.If only you know.We're just starting.

I saw the reflection of the underwear store clerk looking at us from the mirror on the wall behind her. I thought his eyes were wider than my mother's.

Randy, what are you doing?Mom asked me.

I'm going to see you under the light.I said with striking words.You know, so I know how to be on camera when shooting.

Need help?A female voice came from behind me.

It's a clerk.She walked out from behind the front counter and was standing next to me now, with her emotional halo and nose ring, eyes rolling back and forth between me and my mother.

OK, maybe you can, I said, and then I walked a foot aside to let her see her mother better.Mom was still standing in the changing room without moving.

She was trying on a dress and we wanted to make sure it fits.I said.I try to make myself sound serious and professional.I have to come up with my sales skills to accomplish this task.

Is this for Halloween party?The clerk asked, her tone indicating that if so, she wanted to know where the party was to take place.

No, no, I answered, this is for taking pictures.

I leaned closer to her.

I'm starting a website where Mona is my first model.

The clerk's eyes widened and she said: Oh!

I glanced at my mother, and her eyes widened.But she said nothing.She didn't move, I guess it was because she knew that with a gentle move, her little skirt would expose her vagina.

I reached out to the clerk.

By the way, my name is Randy.

She shook hands with me.My name is Tracy, she said.

So, what do you think?I asked Tracy.

If you want to be sexy, this is really sexy.She said she was tall, so her skirt looked shorter.This way, nothing can be covered.But I think that's what she thinks, right?She smiled and turned from her mother to me.

That's what it means.We put on this outfit first and put on various poses, and then she took it off.

Well, it sounds good.Tracy said.The schoolgirl looks very good when worn on her.But you need something else to complete it.I can find it for you.

That's great!I said.

OK, wait here.She said.

I looked back at my mom.

She was still standing there, but her expression had changed.

She looked very nervous before, but now she doesn't look so nervous.

There was a smile on her face and I felt her confidence grow.

She left the private room and walked towards me, getting close to me.

Is this what you want?She asked, do you want to show off me to others in this store?

Yes, mom.I said, nothing bad happened.No one you and I know will find out.The clerk looks cool.

All right.She said, I'm fine.But I hope you are ready.Once you release the elf from the bottle, you may never be able to put it back.You need to know this.There is one more thing I want to follow our bottom line.You know.

I know, I said, I will.My mother's words surprised me.I'm no longer sure who is the master.

Tracy came back with a few items.

I have something to make your look more perfect.First, I have some headbands that match the skirt so you can braid your hair on both sides.Then, I also prepared some high-tube white stockings.Then, to make you look more perfect, I also prepared some shoes.You look like a model, am I right?

That's right.Mom said.

All right!Tracy said.Let's try it on.Let's come over, there is a chair next to the shoes.

We followed Tracy to the chair.

Mom sat down and her legs were together.

However, the skirt was still lifted up, and it was not until she was sitting that her most private part was obviously hidden by the skirt.

Tracy walked around behind her mother and began to tidy up her hair and tied her hairband.

The headband is like a small skirt, and it is all green plaid pattern.

Tracy tied it perfectly.

Wow, Tracy said, you look great when you wear it.Very playful.Now, before I put on stockings for you, you have to agree to buy them.We do not allow customers to wear it before buying it.

It's OK, I said, if you want, I can hand over the cash to you now.

No need.Tracy said, as long as you agree to buy it.

Tracy walked up to her mother and knelt in front of her.She looked up at her mother's face.I saw desire in her eyes, and her lips were moist.

Do you want me to help you put it on?She said.

Mom looked down at Tracy's face and stared at her.sure.She said slowly.

Mom stretched her legs towards Tracy, who quickly tore off the plastic packaging of the stockings.She pulled one of them out and set the other aside.

I looked around the room.

The man in the underwear stood closer than before, and he could look up at his mother's short skirt from Tracy's side.

He was fiddling with some light stuff on the shelves on the ground, trying to make himself look less like he was peeking at my mom.

But I can tell that he is indeed watching.

This became very interesting.

Raise his legs up, Tracy said to his mom.

Mom lifted her right leg from the floor and pointed her toes at Tracy.

When she did this, her legs were apart and it wasn't big, but it didn't need to be big to expose everything.

As my mom lifted her smooth calves off the floor, I saw the muscles on her calves contracting.

Tracy picked up the stockings and placed them on her mother's toes, then began to draw silk on her mother's soles, ankles and calves, as if thoughtful.

Her expression was very focused and seemed very excited.

Tracy then paused, making a nearly undetectable gasp.

I immediately understood the reason.

She was not looking at stockings or her mother's legs.

Her eyes passed over the stockings and looked at the unblocked area between her mother's legs.

Mom spread her legs and let Tracy pull stockings. Now Tracy can see that Mom is not wearing underwear.

She could see her mother's vagina.

Mom looked at Tracy's face steadily, her expression did not change at all.

Tracy moved his eyes down from his mom's skirt to his mom's eyes and looked up at me.

I wanted to laugh, but I kept my calm expression and raised my chin forward half an inch to signal her to continue.

She did as she did, pushing the stockings over her mother's knees, and, I thought, pressing her knees with enough pressure to spread her legs wider.

Mom didn't resist.

She sat there, wearing a miniskirt and braids, looking very sexy, with her legs apart, and her skirt almost reached its limit.

I looked around and the man in the underwear was getting closer. He was staring at his mother with his mouth wide open.He didn't even see me looking at him.

OK, this is already done.You can put this leg down and I'll put stockings on the other leg.Tracy said.

Mom put her feet down, but instead of moving her legs back to their original position, she puts them aside so that Tracy and I can see what is under the skirt.

The lower half of my mother's vagina came into my eyes in the blink of an eye.

The parts I can see look full and plump.

Tracy began to move the next stocking up.

This will be a show.She said.

I'm looking forward to it.Mom said with a smile.

Tracy pulled the white stockings to her mother's legs slower than when she pulled one, and then she said: It's time to wear shoes.I think you will like it.

These shoes are the stripper fantasy version of the schoolgirls: shiny black patent leather (I'm sure it's fake), with round heels on the front and an offbeatly tall slim heels on the back.

Tracy held each of his mother's feet in turn, and almost buckled each foot into his shoes while caressing them.

The clerk was obviously fascinated by my sexy mom.She is not the only one.The man in the underwear stared at her intently, so did me.

It's over!Tracy shouted, let's look in the mirror.

Mom blinked at me as Tracy stood up.

She smiled, and I could tell she was completely immersed in the game.

I'm not sure who is setting the rules anymore, but I know what I want to do to her next.

Mom followed Tracy to the full-length mirror against the wall.The short skirt fluttered behind her, and I could catch a glimpse of her hips every time it fluttered.

I raised my phone and took a few photos.

My mother saw me through the mirror on the wall, and she thrust her butt in my direction.

The skirt was raised, and more of her buttocks and cheeks came into her eyes.

While I was patting, the discomfort in my pants became stronger and stronger.

She looks very good in this outfit, what do you think?Tracy asked me.

Yes, I said, this outfit is perfect for our shooting.But we need something more.We need some toys.

I threw this sentence to my mother and the clerk.

Do you think you can help us?I asked Tracy.

Well, of course, she stammered.Let's go to the toy room.

Tracy took the lead to the toy room, and my mom and I followed closely behind.

The toy room is much smaller than the main hall of the store.It is rectangular and narrow, with shelves on the walls almost filling the ceiling with all kinds of sex toys inside.

Tracy and mom walked into the room and stopped, and they looked back at me.

They don't know what I'm thinking.

But I have an idea.

I glanced at the shelves beside the wall, stuffed with various sex toys packed in colorful packaging.

Brightly printed signs show how they are classified: Bdsm, dildo, vibrator, anal pleasure, and so on.

I went toward the vibrator area.I turned my head and my mother raised an eyebrow at me.

Tracy, I said, can you help me?I'm looking for something and I need some advice.

What do you need?she asked.

There are some scenes in Mona's shooting that use vibrators, and I said, I want to know what a suitable vibrator is.

I could see Tracy was imagining the scenes shot.She looked absent-minded and had no focus on her eyes.

So, I continued, I wanted to buy something reliable that would make her orgasm.And it's also good-looking.Any good idea?

I looked at Tracy, and my mom was looking at me too.

I think she was a little shocked by what I said to the clerk, but there was a light flashing in her eyes, and the corners of her mouth were raised, and a smile appeared, and I felt like she was facing the challenge.

I'm determined to find out.

Tracy seems to be refocusing on the work at hand.

She reached her hand to a box on the shelf and pulled it down.

She put the box in front of me.

Beneath the transparent plastic front cover, there is the largest vibrator I have ever seen.

I guess it has two plugs and multiple settings buttons.

This is an impressive sex toy monster, but it's not what I'm looking for.

I think I want something more detailed, I said, I don't want the sex toys to be too big, that would cover Mona.Do you have something smaller, more beautiful lines but still effective?

Tracy seemed to think for a while; then, she returned to the shelf, put the box back, and pulled another box down.

I heard a sound behind me.

I turned around and saw the man in the lingerie walking into the toy room tentatively.

His eyes quickly moved away from us and turned to the shelves, but I had no doubt that he wanted to see what mom did.

I gave him a friendly smile so he could watch the fun.

I looked back at Tracy and saw the package she placed in front of me.

Inside is a slender pink vibrator.

It has a simple and slender appearance and no decoration on the surface.

At two-thirds of the length, it bent at an angle, with the tip bulge.

This is powerful, with multiple settings, but not bulky.Tracy said it might be what you are looking for.

I think it's very suitable.I said, we have to try it out to confirm.May I?

You mean here?Tracy said.Her eyes were wide open.Uh... I can't let you use it if you don't buy it.

I took my purse out of my pocket.

No problem, I said, I'll buy it.I have enough cash.But I want to give my model a try before leaving.May I?

Her eyes widened and her mouth widened.

Well... the clerk stammered and said this with difficulty.We shouldn't do that.The owner told us that we should not let this happen.

Oh, I get it, I said, trying to use my most persuasive voice.

This is a noble business place.You don't want to cause trouble, right?But today is indeed a bit quiet, we can try it in this secret room.It won't bother anyone.I think you can help me get the toys, I want to take some photos.I raised my phone.

Hearing this sentence, Tracy's eyes, who were both shocked and scared, suddenly lit up.

She looked at her mother, looking down along her body until she stopped at the hem of her mother's small skirt, which covered her flawless, thin thighs.

I saw the tip of her tongue sliding along her lips.

My mother kept looking at me quietly.

I couldn't see her expression clearly, but she didn't refuse and didn't run out of the store, so I decided to go on.

This is cash, I raised the money and said, I will buy it no matter what.OK?

Tracy hesitated for a moment, but nodded slightly.OK, I think.But we need to hurry up.It's time for me to go back to the front desk.

We will.I said with a smile, tearing apart the package with the vibrator.After a few seconds, I took it out of the packaging.I think we need a battery, I said.

I went to get it, Tracy said, and ran out of the room.

Only my mother and I were left in the room, and the man in the underwear on the other end of the small room. He pretended to look at the things on the shelf. In fact, we all knew that he was eavesdropping and hoped to see something.

My mother approached me and spoke softly, not letting him hear it.

So, Mr. Photographer, she said, is this really what you want?are you sure?

I... Mona.Before we...we have to try it out.

You'll have a good show, Randy.I hope you can handle it easily.

Tracy is back with two batteries in his hand.She put the battery into the handle of the vibrator and looked up at me.

What to do now?she asked.

Now it's time to start.I said.Mona, you lie on the floor, using your hands and feet.

floor?Mom asked.

It looks clean.I said, it's very clean, isn't it?

We cleaned every day, Tracy said she was ready and couldn't wait to get started.

It's very clean, I said to my mom, let's start.

OK, let's get started.Mom said.

Mom slowly turned around, stopped looking at Tracy and me, and then squatted down.

She placed her hands on the floor in front of her and then put her hands on all fours.

As her body moved forward, away from us, the skirt lifted up to reveal her butt, revealing more skin.

My mother has completely entered the game mode and she has not waited for me to give orders.

She pressed her chest toward the floor, aimed her butt at the ceiling, and moved her knees that were now leaning against the floor to a further distance.

Now everything was fully exposed: her vagina, her labia were separated, glittering, and her sweet, sticking asshole.

Her butt was swaying from side to side, almost undetectable.

Mom's pose looks like a feline and is very wild.

I heard a sound of gasping sound from behind me, and turned around and saw that the man in the underwear had walked closer.I turned my head and made a gesture to him to see.

OK Tracy, I said, you use the vibrator to do the test, I will take a few photos with my phone to see how it works.

Tracy no longer needs any prompts.

She turned on the switch and the vibrator made a low hum.

She moved the top of the vibrator forward and touched the exposed skin on the side of her mother's clitoris.

Mom was startled, but then moved her butt back to her original position.

It can be seen that she is ready.

The slender vibrator touched the skin between the mother's legs again.

Tracy moved the top of the vibrator away from her mother's vagina and to the right side of her buttocks.

She barely put the vibrator on her mother's skin, drew a big circle on one side of her butt, and then drew a big circle on the other side of her butt.

At first, my mom's reaction was to retreat, but it quickly changed and I could see her butt swaying as the vibrator moved.

Another minute later, Tracy seemed to know what she was doing and moved the vibrator to her mother's clitoris.

She first pressed and held it gently, then increased the strength.

Under the touch of the vibrator, the pink ball of flesh trembled, and my mother trembled all over and she let out a moan.

Tracy no longer contented watching the top of the massager work on her mom's raised clitoris, she moved the massager down.

It slid across Mom's lip and entered her depths without any resistance.

Mom let out a gasp and her body twitched forward involuntarily.

I seemed to see the wetness between her legs, and I hadn't seen it two minutes ago.

Suddenly, I heard a sound coming from the door of the room.

My God!A male voice exclaimed.

It is the male owner of the couple at the entrance of the store.

He stood at the entrance of the room, his chin almost falling off.

His girlfriend stood beside him, her mouth wide open.

Come in, I said, we are testing this vibrator.If it works, I will use it to take pictures here with Mona next week.

They walked into the room and surrounded their mother.

Now, a small group of five are staring at her mother's naked ass, a slender pink vibrator tickling the edge of her clitoris.

I decided to give everyone a better perspective, so I turned the skirt back and let the hem stick to my mother's back.

Mom's body was even more exposed, and her reaction was to separate her knees on the floor further away, with her butt facing the ceiling.

Mom let out another low moan as Tracy inserted the tip of the vibrator into the gully between her mother's lip.

Tracy pressed the vibrator up and down on his mother's body, and then used pressure to push his mother's labia back until his labia was opened back, like a delicate butterfly spreading its pink wings.

I looked up at the people around me.

Everyone was fascinated by the way my mom was lying on the floor, and I think the one who attracted me the most was Tracy.

Her attention never left her mother's open vagina.

Mom shifted her center of gravity to one hand and stretched her other hand between her legs.The slender and elegant fingers peeled the labia more open, allowing us to see more clearly.

Can I take a picture?The single man took out his cell phone from his pocket and said.

Mom spoke between moaning and short breathing: Can't take pictures!Except for photographers.

I looked at the man, and he looked disappointed.

Let it be, I said, you can pat her ass from this angle, but not her face.Mona didn’t want to show her face on any of the photos before we took the photos.Can you agree?

sure.That person said.

He moved in until he was only two feet away from where the vibrator danced and slid on his mom's wet pussy.

He took out his cell phone and took a few photos against his mother's butt.

Then, he took his phone back and looked at it, obviously scanning the photos he just took.

Awesome, he whispered.

Meanwhile, the vibrator is working on the mother.

Her whole body was undulating with the rhythm of the slender massager, and Tracy crushed and slid in her mother's increasingly wet vagina.

I could hardly recognize her.

She is no longer like my mom.

She was wearing only schoolgirls and was motionless, looking like a stripper on the stage performing for the audience.

She performed very well.

Tracy spoke.

Mona, turning over and lying on her back, she said.

My mother didn't react at first, but she kept swaying her butt and body, making winding movements, but later, she slowly turned her whole body over.

She placed her butt on the ground on one side and shifted her center of gravity to her butt.

She straightened her left leg, lifted off the ground, straightened to one side, and then raised it high to point to the ceiling.

Finally, she turned to her back, lifted her knees to her chest, and raised her feet in the air.

She pulled the skirt higher with one hand so that the audience could see everything about her.

Her eyes were shining and her mouth was wide open.

Oh my god, I think she likes this.

I couldn't believe I was watching my mother show herself like this.

Just an hour ago we had lunch at a high-end restaurant, and now my mom is lying on the floor of a porn store with her legs raised high, showing off her naked body to the crowd like a stripper.

I felt guilty and uneasy about myself ending up like this.

I'm not too worried about the people around her.

They didn't seem malicious, they didn't know her, and so far no one has tried to take a picture of her face to expose her identity.

However, her current situation is still very exposed and vulnerable.

Anything can happen.

I think I have to be responsible for her.

But I have to admit that I enjoyed it.I like everything she does.

Tracy pressed the vibrator forward again, and now she is starting to fuck her mom with the vibrator.

She pressed a switch, and the buzzing became louder and louder.

Tracy pulled the vibrator out of her mother's body and pressed it directly on her clitoris, and her mother screamed.

My mother's vagina also reacted.

My mother's vagina was open so that everyone could see it, and her pink vagina was peeled back and covered with her vaginal fluid.

I could see that her vagina became obviously wet.

My mother's body kept twisting under the touch of the vibrator; the vibration level was obviously close to the limit that my mother could bear.

Tracy then started to circle around her mom's clitoris with a vibrator.

She is closer to her mother.

She enjoyed it like me and my mother, and completed the task with all her concentration.

My mother's body suddenly trembled.

She leaned her head back and screamed.

Then, things happened.

Her legs spread wider than before, lifted her butt off the ground, and then a stream of water spurted out from the depths of her vagina.

Spring water poured out of her pink, open body.

It sprays forward, spraying out a thick transparent liquid.

It squirted short and sharply on Tracy's surprised face.

Oh my god, I think.My mother squirted, and it sprayed on the clerk.Tracy's face was splashed with mom's wet fluid, which dripped from her chin onto her shirt.She opened her mouth wide in surprise.

Mom raised her head between her naked legs and looked at Tracy in surprise.Shock and pain were revealed on her face.

Sorry, she said, I didn't know this would happen.I didn't know I would do that.

No, Tracy replied, his chest undulating violently.No need to apologize.That was amazing.I've never seen anything like this before.But I have to get a towel.I'll be back soon.

Tracy turned off the vibrator and handed it to me.She stood up, drizzled all over and hurried out of the room.

Mom was still lying on her back, her knees still far apart, trembling with orgasm, while her audience stood intently in front of her, forming a semicircle.

I knelt beside her, holding the quiet vibrator in one hand and the cell phone in the other.

But I was too distracted to take any pictures.

The man in the underwear stood there, staring at his mother's open vagina.

He said nothing.

The young couple also stared at their mother.

The girl winked at her boyfriend and pointed at the vibrator in my hand.

I want one.She said.

My mother seemed to be waiting for my hint, so I stood up and reached out to her.

It's time to end the show.

Or, at least it's time to change the game.

Mom held my hand and stood up slowly.

Her legs shaking.

She put her face close to me.

I can't believe what happened just now.She said.

I can't believe it either.I said, be careful.It was wet below, and I pointed to the floor and said, the floor was covered with traces of my mother's orgasm.

I pulled her elbow and escorted her to a few steps away to prevent her from slipping.

Tracy returned with a large stack of tissues.She was wiping her face with a tissue as she walked into the room.Then she knelt on the ground and began to wipe the dirty things on the floor.

It’s time to leave, I whispered to my mother, go to the locker room to get clothes.I'm going to pay for what I'm going to buy.

Good idea.She said, I think it's time to change out of this outfit.

No, don't change.I said, you should wear this outfit when we leave.

Randy… said mom.

Do what I said... Mona.

She looked at me suspiciously, but did not refute.

Then she walked out of the room.

Everyone in the room stared at her ass in her little skirt that was swinging behind her as she left.

I woke up and quickly walked to the shelves of the room, picking up something I wanted to buy that I thought I would use in the future.

I quickly clamped them under my armpits and walked to the clerk counter in front of the store.

Mom is packing her things in the locker room.

Tracy checked the price for what I bought for me, and I handed her the cash to pay.

There were still a few wet stains left on her shirt.

She put the things into a bag.

Thank you for your help, I said.

Thank you, she said, welcome to come again at any time.

I turned around from the counter, and my mother was there, she was still wearing a student outfit and holding her clothes on her arms.

let's go.I said.

I walked towards the front door and my mom followed me, but she hesitated when we reached the door.

Randy, I can't go out in public like this.She said.

You can.I said, not far from the car.

After hesitating for a moment, my mother walked out of the house in a miniskirt.

I followed her.

She walked quickly towards the car.

I had a remote control key, but I didn't open the door immediately.

I want to see how my sexy and beautiful mom looks like she appears in the parking lot in her elementary school outfit.

As she walked to the passenger seat of the car, she pulled the door handle but didn't pull it.

She looked up at me.

Randy, she said, open the door.

I didn't open the door until I walked to the passenger seat behind her and helped her open the door.

Just as I opened the door, I heard the long whistle of the car horn and the screams of the male voice coming from a hurry-passing car.

Apparently, traffic nearby caught my mother's attention.

I decided it was time to take her out of there.

I opened the door.Mom got into the car.Her skirt was short and she couldn't help but expose everything when she got in the car. I admired her beautiful scenery.

A minute later, I drove off the shop along the street and headed towards my home.

Mom, I said, put your feet in the seat and spread your legs.Keep this position until we get home.

She glanced at me but said nothing.

Then she did what I said, spreading her legs.

My mother's vagina was exposed, making it difficult for me to concentrate on driving.

On the way back to our home, I drove carefully along the street.

Do you like the shops we went to?I asked her.She didn't answer immediately.

I didn't know what to say, she said, I've never done anything like this before.I can't believe I did that.I can't believe I did that in front of my son.

But you didn't answer my question, I said.My question is, do you like it?I don't care if you can't believe it.I want to know if you like it.

Randy, I showed my body to five people on the floor of a porn store.One of them is my son.I cum.I squirted.I'm still trying to adapt to the fact that this is really happening.She looked at the windshield in front of her.

But yes.I enjoyed it very much.It excites me.

Are you still excited, mom?I asked her.

Yes, she said, Yes, I'm still excited.

Very good, I said, then I hope you stay that way.Feel your pussy, rub your clitoris, but don't orgasm, I don't want you to orgasm until we get home.

My mother moved in the seat so that I could see her vagina more clearly, and then she put one hand between her legs and stroked herself.

As we drove home through the city, her fingertips stayed on and near the clitoris.

She leaned her head against the seat.

She moaned and sighed.

But she didn't have an orgasm.

She had been in control of herself, and although she was very excited, she almost reached orgasm.

I felt very satisfied knowing that my mother was doing what I asked.

After driving for half an hour, I turned into the street where our house is.

My mother never changed her posture and did not stop her movements.

Her pussy was exposed to her little skirt as I drove through our community.

I imagined what the neighbors would think if they knew what mom was doing and knew she was so exposed.

I think it depends on which neighbor it is.

If it were Mr. Daniels, the old neighbor next door, I'm sure he would have hit his dick while thinking about my mom until he orgasm.

But if it were his wife... she would be ashamed and she would keep talking about it until all the other neighbors knew everything she knew.

Finally, we arrived at the doorstep and I parked my car in the driveway.I parked my car in front of the garage.

Randy, can you park your car in the garage?I can't let my neighbors see me like this.Mom said.

Then you have to hurry up, mom.I said, I want to park my car here.You have to get out of the car and walk to the door in this outfit.

Randy!She shouted at me, they might see me!If it is a stranger who doesn't know me, that's one thing.If it's someone who knows me, that's another matter.I can't do that.

This is the risk you have to take, mom.I said, look around, there is no one on the street.If you get out quickly, no one will see you.But you have to take this risk.You know it will make you excited, mom.I know you, you like others to see you like this, they may not, but there are still risks.

I opened the car door and walked out.

I'm going to go to the front door to open it.Come with me.If you don't want others to see you, move quickly.

Before she could say anything, I closed the car door and walked towards the house.

I opened the door and saw my mother sitting in the passenger seat of the car in the driveway, motionless.

I made a gesture to the car door.

Finally, my mother opened the car door.

She got out of the car and walked to the door with fast and short steps.

I guess she feels that she is small and it is not easy to be exposed when wearing a short skirt.

This is the first time I saw her wearing a student outfit in the sun.

The sunlight exposed the thinness of the white fabric of the top.

Her nipples were visible at a glance.

Her legs looked particularly slender under the wrapping of a plaid skirt.

She must be very nervous, afraid of being seen by her neighbors, but I looked at both sides of the street and didn't see anyone.

I opened the front door for her and she hurried in.

I closed the door behind me.

That day, I was alone with my hot-shaped and exposed-clothed mother for the first time.

You are awesome, mom.I said.

Thanks, Randy.She said, I think so.I can't believe what happened just now.I can't believe what you asked me to do in that store.

It's Ah, it's very strange.I said, but you did it.You are incredible.

Well, thanks again.She said, So, what should I do now?Mom stood at the entrance in front of the door.

Her breasts were exposed from the thin white top fabric, and the small skirt covered her pussy, revealing less than half an inch.

I'm glad you asked, mom.I said, I have something for you.When you go to buy clothes, I bought it in the store.Wait here.I raised my hand and said to her in the most domineering tone I could, but it didn't make her laugh.

Mom was waiting and looking at me.

I ran to the kitchen with my shopping bag and took out a transparent plastic packaging.

Inside is a dildo, flesh-colored, eight inches long and a suction cup at the bottom.

I tore the packaging open.

I turned on the faucet and rinsed it with warm water to make sure the bottom was moist.

I ran back to the entrance, and my mother waited for me in the same position.

You don't let me fuck you, mom, I said, so I want you to do something else.I put my dildo in front of her and swayed back and forth at the top.

I knelt down and slapped the bottom of the suction cup against the floor, making a loud bang.

Fuck it, mom, I said, go fuck it now, fuck it in front of me, for me.

Mom didn't do anything right away.

She opened her eyes wide and looked at the big dildo that was fixed to the floor in front of her.

Then she looked up at me.

Her eyes searched for me.

Her eyes revealed many emotions: desire, uncertainty, fear.

Primitive, animal-like demand.

I nodded to her and looked down at the dildo in front of her.

I raised my phone and let her know that I would take pictures no matter what she did.

I saw her uncertainty melt and gave way to something else.

Her chin was clenched and her eyes were staring at me.

I saw her hands reaching toward her skirt, toward her hips.

She opened her skirt and the Velcro on both sides made a tearing sound.

The skirt passed over her buttocks and fell along her legs to the floor. The part below her waist suddenly became naked.

Her pussy was exposed in front of me again.

Then she took a step forward and stepped directly over the dildo.

She looked down again, and she squatted on her dildo, down, and down until the top of the erect rubber dildo was less than an inch from the opening between her legs.

She squatted on her dildo, spreading her legs backwards, then spreading them again, and spreading them to the maximum.

She pushed her pelvis forward until the top of her dildo touched her clitoris.

She shook up and down, back and forth, and the dildo never left the original pink skin folds between her legs.

Mom was still wearing the ridiculously tall heels she wore in the store, and I was amazed at her ability to maintain balance while squatting on her dildo.

She held her hands in the air.

She swung up and down, her clitoris moving back and forth on the dildo.

I saw it in and out of my sight.

Then she reached out and grabbed the dildo and pressed it against her dark pink vaginal folds.

Her pussy was wet; I could see this from the light reflection at the entrance.

She was lubricating her dildo with wet fluid from her vagina.

I barely noticed, my hand reached to my cock and pinched it.

I began to caress myself through my pants.

Seeing my mother's appearance, I immediately became hard, and my penis unconsciously pressed against the cloth strip of my pants, trying hard to break free.

The glans of the big dildo was pressed against her mother's labia, and as she shook up and down, the labia opened backwards.

She paused every time she lifted her body up, and as she moved down, the dildo would slide upwards and almost enter her body.

Every time she moved down, the dildo's head would push deeper into her until I thought it would eventually enter her.

But it's a little bit worse every time.

I was fascinated and I saw the dildo's head slippery with her wetness.

She shook her dildo slowly, waved her arms and pulled her small top up, covering her chest and shoulders.

She threw the small wrinkled white cloth aside.

Now, except for the female student stripping high heels, white high stockings and two green plaid hairbands, the mother is naked.

She reached her hands on her breasts and looked at me while pinching her nipples.

She shook like this for another minute, while the tent in my pants became bigger and bigger.Oh my God, I can't stand it anymore.

Take it out, she said in a hoarse voice.

This was a good suggestion for me, so I pulled down the zipper and took out my hard cock.

I walked closer to her.

I stroked myself as she undulates her dildo on the floor.

I want to see it enter her body and stretch her body.

I can't wait.

Obviously, my mother couldn't stand it anymore because she reached out to hold the fake dick and inserted her body into the pale rubber shaft.

She moved up and down several times on it, getting lower each time she went down.

Her body couldn't be completely down due to the shoes on her feet, but her body was at least five inches inserted.

Now, she was jumping up and down on it, getting faster and faster.

She screamed faintly every time it inserted.

She changed her posture.

Instead of leaving her penis completely, she kneeled on the ground.

She lifted her body from her dildo until only the top was still inside her.

The liquid flowed down her penis, and the entire area between my mother's legs was covered with her juice.

Then, my mother quickly thrust downwards and inserted her entire penis into it.

Her vagina tightly pressed against the thick roots, and I could see the wet lip touching the floor.

Mom moaned and leaned her head back.

She put her hands on the floor behind her and leaned back until I felt her torso could no longer bend.

With every thrust, her golden braids jumped in the air.

She was completely immersed in the pleasure brought to her by her big cock.

She will come again, I think.

I'm right.

I saw her body twisting up and down and left and right in the accelerating cycle of primitive animal sexual pleasure.

She shook violently as she pressed her body against her big dildo and stuffed herself up, and the liquid ejected from her and landed on the ground.

But my mother didn't stop.

She continued.

She looked at me and instructed me to get closer to her with her hands.

I walked over without any persuasion.

As I approached, my mother stretched out her hands and held my cock for the first time.

She held my cock tightly with her hands and wrapped it up.

Even though she had just orgasm, she kept shaking up and down the dildo on the ground.

I was surprised by her endurance.

She took one hand away from my cock, opened her mouth, and spat hard into the palm of her hand.

Then she grabbed me again, her hands lubricated and began to stroke me faster and harder.

I moaned happily.

I have never felt anything so magical in my life.

My cock was only a few inches away from her face as my mother touched me.

Her eyes were browsing back and forth between my cock head and my face.

Her expression as she looked at me was full of desire, her eyes widened and her mouth widened.

Her tongue was slightly stretched out, and for a moment, I thought she would stick her tongue to my penis.

But she didn't put her tongue close to me.

However, her face was only a few inches away from me, and the top of my cock was facing her open mouth.

I was ecstatic when I thought of spraying my semen into my mother's open mouth.

I pushed forward with my hips, pulled back, and then forward.

Time and again.

With the heavy breathing, my mother began to talk to me.By the way, baby, she said, give your penis to mom.Come for mom.Fuck my face with your little cock.

My mother's words made me even more excited. I felt my cock harder. I arched my back and closed my eyes for a while. When I opened my eyes, I saw my mother, her naked body was reflected by the light from the door and window.

She looks like an angel; a slutty angel, of course, but still an angel.

Her body twisted on the thick floor-to-ground dildo, she grabbed me, stroked me, and tried harder.

My hot mom is the embodiment of pure sexual desire.

I couldn't help it, I knew it was coming.

My penis is stiff and my body is trembling.

Deep inside me, I felt the need for release and satisfaction.

Something inside me contracted, causing me to tremble all over and spew out.

I lowered my head and caught the first thick stream of semen that was ejected from my penis in time.

My mother obviously knew she was going to ejaculate because she held my penis tightly and pointed it at her face.

My cum splashed onto her skin and she turned my erupted cock around and let the cum dip onto her face as much as possible.

I can't stop.

My semen gushed out, and my mother grabbed me and pointed it at her, and my semen gushed out again.

I couldn't help but moan.

I can't control what's ejaculated from my cock.

Ah, Ah, Ah… I said, Mom.

When the semen from my body was sprayed onto my mother's beautiful face, I closed my eyes briefly again.Before the last sperm of cum left me, I opened my eyes to see what my cum did to her.

My mother's beautiful face was covered with my thick semen.

It covered her forehead, cheeks and chin.

The semen dripped from her nose, irregular patches sandwiched into her golden hair.

There was a ball of sticky semen on her upper lips. My mother licked it with her tongue and the semen disappeared.

My legs were trembling.

I saw my mother looking at my trembling body, and then I saw her body trembling too.

I looked to the floor in time and saw more liquid flowing out of her pussy, through her latex dick, and onto the floor.

She let out a loud gasp.

I know she had an orgasm again.

None of us spoke when our trembling subsided.

My mother stopped shaking her dildo and also stopped stroking my penis.

But she didn't let go.

She looked at the glans a few inches away from her cum-filled face.

Then, her eyes shifted and she looked up at me.

She didn't say anything right away, but her mouth opened and I could tell she was trying to muster up the courage and she would say something once her body allowed.

So, Randy, as my semen dripped off her face, my mother finally stuttered to me, do you think I'm slutty now?

I stretched out two fingers to put them on her cheek, scooped up a large handful of my cum, and put my fingers on her lips.

She quickly sucked the semen on my fingers, making a tsk sound, her green eyes always staring at me.

Of course you are, mom, I said, I won't give you any other choice.