All Brian could do was stand in silence as his mother walked out the door of the sex shop. OMG, what is happening he thought as he heard the customer say to no one particular, "That is some sexy cougar, I'd love to get her in the back room and give her a bit of this." the middle aged man boasted as he grabbed what little of his crotch he could reach below this beer belly.
Brian nodded, but quietly thought, no fucking way you moron, as he watched his mother leave the store and sashay cross the sidewalk. Stepping off the curb between two parked cars, traffic on the seedy urban street came to a halt. All the male drivers agreed her bouncing breasts and short skirt were definitely worth stopping for. Her long strides caused her already short skirt to climb higher on her thighs, the ruffles fluttering in the wind exposing more lace and as one driver swore to his co-worker the next morning "I could see her naked thighs above her stockings. In fact, I am pretty sure she was not wearing any panties."
Of course Brian could not hear the remark, but as she made her way between the stopped cars, he did notice the lack of panty lines on the smooth part of the skirt covering her ass. At the hem of the skirt, below the well-shaped bum, came a row of ruffles which allowed a lot of leg to show. He was surprised to feel his cock twitch, but had to admit, even to himself, his mother was a very sexy sight.
Christine found the larger food court full of competing aromas but not full of people. Perhaps the unusually warm weather kept them away or people had pickup up take-away to watch the game at home. It didn't really matter, it was empty. Empty except for a group of noisy teenagers in the back corner. Ever the exhibitionist, she minced among the vendors, bending over to look at their presentations and intentionally letting the servers look down her gaping blouse. Employees were, for the most part, seniors or teens. The teens ogled openly while the seniors usually were more cautious. Whoever was looking, Christine was more than happy to let them. At VERY COLD CREAMERY the cold stone slab radiated coolness. Although she was not interested in the product, she spent more than few minutes chatting with the young teenage server who offered free samples to encourage her to stay and perhaps even buy. Her ripe nipples could not get any harder and the peaks created on her chest seemed impossibly pointed. When she raised the small sampling cup and the wood tasting spoon to her mouth, her elbows squeezed her breasts together, deepening the cleavage and forcing the nipples almost into contact with each other. Christine stood facing the youngster pretending to savor the taste and texture while letting him feast on what she had on display.
"Excuse me ma'am. I think you got some on your cheek." he said with a quavering voice.
"Oh, why thank you, but that is not ice cream."
It was not the first time for her to do a cum walk, but certainly one of the first times she stood still long enough for someone to really notice and comment.
"Would you like a napkin?"
"Thanks for the offer, but no. I want to remember who left it there." she said as she tantalizing tried to lick a dollop of ice cream off the stick, but instead causing it to fall into her cleavage.
"Guess I could use a napkin after all." she said with a giggle as she shivered from the cold droplet. "I have my hands full" she said with the dixie cup in one hand and the small spoon in the other.
"Do you think you could wipe it up before it ruins my blouse?"
"Me, you mean you want me to wipe it off you?
"Yes, use a napkin or even your finger but hurry, its melting down my chest." she urged as she leaned forward over the counter offering her breasts to the teenager.
Using the little fingers of each hand she pulled the lapels of the blouse apart away from the sliding drip. She continued pulling until the next two buttons popped. The blouse unfolded until half of each brown areola was revealed and the half inch long nipples were visible.
"Quickly!" she urged the boy.
After the initial hesitation, he grabbed a thin napkin with his right hand, pressed it into her cleavage and felt the taut skin. She gasped at his cold hands. He gasped as he realized this is what real breasts feel like. He had seen breasts in magazines, he had seen hints of them on some of the girls at his school and he had fantasized about his mother's as he had secretly watched through her partially opened bedroom door, but he had never touched one. Soft yet firm, full yet........he thought as he captured the wayward cream. Two of his fingers and the edge of his thumb actually touched skin. His little finger brushing the wrinkled bumpy areola but missing the erect nipple.
Christine let the lad enjoy himself and twisted and turned to make sure he not only caught the spill but cop a good feel.
"Would you hold these?"
For a split second the young teenage thought she meant her tits, but was immediately jolted back to reality as she held out the empty dixie cup and the spoon. She then slowly adjusted the blouse and redid the two lower buttons that had popped open to expose her breasts. One button below and one button just at the bust line. There was still a large expanse of tantalizing cleavage to enjoy.
"Thank you so much for doing that, the blouse was a gift and I did not want it ruined. However, I better press on since I need to find a main course before dessert."
While a smile and a little wave she moved away to the satay vendor to consider what they had to offer. She was not tempted and she did not tempt them. The older women serving looked bored and tired, neither of which appealed to Christine's sense of wantonness. She continued along the various display frontages but could not make her mind up but she did come up with an idea. An idea that was both bold and exciting. One that involved the group of boys seated around the wire mesh table in the corner of the eating area.
Trying to be nonchalant, she ambled her way toward the group and had a sense that the one boy facing her was familiar. She was not good with faces, but there was not a cock she could not remember. As she approached the table, the clack of her kitten heels on the hard tile floor announced her arrival and the boy smiled. The others turned around in their seats to look in amazement at a cougar on the prowl.
The boy remembered her only too well. He widened his smile, hoping to awaken in her memories from last year when he had been dared by his now frat brothers, as the price of admission, to go get a blowjob at the adult book store across the street. He knew what she wanted and happy to play her game.
