"Let's go, hon," his mom commanded. She walked quickly towards the mall entrance, her ass swaying in a tight pair of jeans. She also wore a dark blue t-shirt, her light brown hair cascading down the back of it.
Joe sighed and reluctantly followed his mother. He was 18 years old and about to graduate from high school, yet she still treated him like a little kid. Currently she was dragging him along to the mall as a punishment for a bad grade he got on a test. She wouldn't have even found out about it if she had not been cleaning up in his room. Joe could not wait to move away to college, if only to have some privacy.
But for now he had to go to the mall with his mom. It was so humiliating. What if he saw someone from school? A senior in high school, going to the mall with his mother? He knew better than to argue with her, though. That was always a losing battle.
It was a Saturday afternoon so Joe was very worried. He looked around nervously as he followed her into one of the mall's side entrances. At least they weren't going in the front. That's where a lot of kids hung out. God, this was so embarrassing.
"Look," Joe began. They were headed towards Sears at the end of the hallway. "Why don't I go look around and we can meet up later?"
She turned to look back at him but did not stop. The profile of her generous bosom pushed out against her t-shirt. "No. This is supposed to be a punishment, remember babe?" She looked forward again, smiling at her own genius. "You'll remember this next time you decide to blow off an exam."
Joe grimaced. He walked slower, pretending that he wasn't with her. Although, to be honest, most people would probably think they were a couple rather than mother and son. She was smoking hot for a woman of her age, yet surprisingly still a single mom.
He finally had a break from her company once they entered Sears. He convinced his mom that he needed some new clothes, and so they went their separate ways. The break was short-lived, though. As soon as she saw him with a pair of pants, she dragged him over to the men's dressing rooms. He moved inside quickly, only too glad to be free of his mother's company. After spending way too long to try on a single pair there came a knock at the door.
"C'mon Joe, let me see."
Joe almost punched the wall. This was going beyond just a punishment for him now. She always insisted on seeing stuff that he tried on. It was so annoying. "Fine," he said.
Joe opened the door to show his mom the pants. Fortunately, there was no one else around. She stepped inside the stall, further infuriating Joe. "How do they fit, hon?"
"Mom, come on. They fit fine. Trust me."
Of course she didn't. She lifted up his shirt and stuck her fingers into the waistband of his pants, tugging on them. They stood very close together in the cramped stall as she pulled on his waistband. The back of her fingers brushed against his underwear as she slid her hand around from his front to his side. "Alright. Do you want those?" Her hand was still in his pants.
"Yeah, sure. Whatever." He just wanted to get out of there.
"Ok, change back and then come meet me at the women's dressing rooms." She removed her hand and left.
Joe was really getting annoyed now. He was way, way too old to be doing this. Angrily he tore off his pants and changed back, then headed over the women's section. It was more crowded over here. He looked for his mom, didn't see her, and went to the dressing rooms. While waiting, he surveyed the store. There were a lot of hot older women around today. He was totally into older chicks. He saw one lady pushing a baby and started to think about whether she breastfed.
Then he saw her: Michelle Hannigan, a really cute girl from his senior class. And with her was Liz, Amy, Sarah... holy crap! Here came a crowd of six girls, all of whom he recognized from school. If they saw him here with his mom, it would probably be the mot embarrassing moment of his life. Having no other choice, he ducked into the dressing room hallway. Unfortunately, the hallway extended straight from the entrance, so just standing outside the stalls he could still be seen from out in the store. Now he was in a potentially worse predicament: being spotted hanging around in the women's dressing room.
Joe desperately looked around, but all four of the stall doors were closed. Feeling like a total pervert, he tried to look inside to find the one with his mom. But the stalls were totally sealed off, allowing no view inside from any angle. In fact, each one appeared to be a room by itself. He took a total gamble and knocked on one of the doors at the back. "Mom?" he whispered.
She opened the door just as Michelle came into view out in the store. Joe pushed his way into his mom's stall and shut the door behind him, his heart racing. Man, that was close.
He then noticed his surroundings. They were in a pretty large area, which was a totally private separate room. One side was filled with a full wall mirror, the opposite a wooden bench. In the center stood his mother looking pretty surprised. Thankfully she was fully clothed, in a white blouse and short black skirt. Her jeans and t-shirt lay on the bench along with a few other things she had picked up.
Joe smiled. "Uh, I felt bad about how I've been acting. So, um, I know you're always trying to make me give an opinion about stuff you buy... So, here I am."
