It was close to midnight, and the supermarket deli counter had been closed for hours, but Ashlee's mom wandered to that far back corner of the store anyway. She needed some meat.
She was wearing a short sundress and no panties. She leaned forward to inspect a darkened display case and felt the bag boy step in behind her, close, much like her daughter's boyfriend had in the kitchen two days ago, thinking she was Ashlee.
Her heart beat faster as she heard him unzip. She leaned farther forward, her dress hiking up. Then she felt him enter her from behind. She gasped for air.
"What if one of your neighbors is in the store," he whispered as he thrust his full length into her. "And sees you here, fucking the help?"
"I don't care," she gasped.
Since she first seduced the bag boy in a black cock frenzy, she'd been a regular visitor to the store. He took her to the loading dock yesterday to give her what she so desperately wanted. Two of the other stock boys, both black, stumbled across them, fucking on crates of oranges. Carol sucked their cocks, first one, then the other. She was fascinated by the differences between them. They were all huge, much bigger than her husband. But the thickness, the taste, smell and the force with which they came in her mouth were all different.
It made her think back to Ashlee's boyfriend at the house, and how different he would be.
Bent over the deli counter, Ashlee's mom tried to keep from moaning as the orgasm hit her. She felt the bag boy tense up behind her. He began to grunt and curse, as he released into her.
"Mmm ... mmm ... yeah, take it bitch. Take all of it."
"Give it to me," She whispered back. "Give me that cum."
They finished and she straightened her dress and left the store, his seed running down the insides of her legs.
***
Ashlee's sister Susan was also in a frenzy brought on by J.D.'s stacked body and huge black cock. She hadn't spied on Ashlee and J.D. making love, as her mother did on a nightly basis, but she listened at the air vent every time she heard Ashlee slip downstairs, fingering herself and wondering desperately what it would be like.
Tonight, the routine seemed to be changing. Rather than Ashlee sneaking downstairs, she heard J.D. coming up the steps from his basement guest room.
If he's coming to her room, she thought, that might be my chance. The two sisters shared a wall. He would be right next door.
She pressed her ear to the wall and heard Ashlee's door open. There was faint mumbling from the next room.
Careful, so as not to wake her husband, Harold, sleeping next to her, she slid out of bed and headed for her door.
