The mall was crowded, as always.
Sharon wore her clinging miniskirt and her boats. She had on the garter belt and her nylons, a flesh-tinted pair. Her tits were naked and free beneath her blouse, her nipples pressing outward with boldness. The big difference was that she was also naked under the miniskirt. She could feel the coolness of the wrought-iron chair against her naked ass, the lips of her cunt. She wasn't feeling in the least embarrassed. What she was feeling was excitement, intense excitement.
She grinned often at her son, who was watching the parade of lovely women and girls. There weren't many men or boys, since it was midweek.
To Sharon, it seemed the women and girls were revealing more than ever. Perhaps it was because she was, herself. Whatever it was, Sharon preferred to think she was seeing more flesh than ever before. Like her son, she enjoyed looking at a beautiful body, and most of those in the mall were beautiful. She enjoyed looking at a beautiful body whether it belonged to a man or woman. Not that she had any desire to caress, to feel, or even kiss a woman's body; she simply appreciated the beauty of one.
"How do you feel, Mom?" Bobby asked. "Lovely," she whispered. "And naked." He grinned, and turned to look at a lovely blonde girl about twenty years old. Sharon watched her son's pleasure, knowing he would love to get his hands on the beauty, to suck her cunt and fuck her. It didn't bother her that her son wanted to fuck another woman. In a way, it excited her. She would like to watch that, she felt. See his hard cock penetrating a wet pussy, fucking into it while the girl squirmed and thrashed beneath him. She would, she decided, touch the girl, too. Perhaps play with the girl's tits, feel her hairy cunt and cute ass. Maybe, just maybe, if she became aroused enough, she would suck the girl's tits, and if the girl wanted to lick her pussy, Sharon would let it happen, but she didn't particularly care to suck a pussy, herself.
"Do you have a hard-on?" Sharon whispered.
Bobby nodded, his eyes following the ass of a young girl wearing very tight jeans.
"Want a piece of ass now?" Sharon asked, looking around without a twinge of shyness.
"Where?" he asked, his voice trembling with eagerness.
Sharon stood up. "We'll find a place," she said, taking his hand and leading him into the crowd. She saw his cock straining against his pants, and Bobby walked proudly, unconcerned. She noticed he took the opportunity in the crowd to brush his hand over some succulent young ass, pretending it was the crush of bodies that caused it. Not once did a woman or girl shoot an indignant glance at him. On the contrary, they didn't seem to notice they were being felt up, or else didn't care.
Holding her son's hand tightly, Sharon searched for a place that would give them some privacy. Her cunt was swelling and throbbing, her clit intensely inflamed. She wanted to fuck her son badly, and she wanted to fuck him now. She didn't want to take time to rush home; her cunt was boiling and the need to come drove her recklessly.
They came to a telephone booth, an old fashioned booth. There was glass halfway up, but the lower half was paneled. It was a vanishing breed, but a few were still around.
"Here," she hissed, pulling her son into the booth with her and closing the door.
"It's too crowded, Mom," he complained. "How are we gonna fuck in here?"
She turned her back to him.
"Lift my dress and shove it to me!" she urged.
She felt her son's, hands behind her, lifting her short skirt to her waist. She heard him open his pants, and then his hard cock was sliding into the crack of her ass. She looked out at the milling crowd of people, lifting the phone from the hook and pretending to use it. She arched her ass back, feeling the swollen head of her son's cock poking at her hairy cunt. She gave a cry of delight as his cock fucked up her pussy. Her eyes glazed with ecstasy. Bobby began fucking her, hunching back and forth while she pretended to use the phone. Once or twice someone came close to the booth, and if they had turned and looked, Sharon was sure they would have seen her son fucking her.
"Oooo, sweet!" she murmured. "Fuck it good, Bobby! Oooo, fuck mother's cunt good!"
Both Sharon and Bobby kept looking around at the people, but their passions were so intense, neither could have stopped if someone had opened the folding door and looked in.
"Look at that girl!" Sharon hissed, nodding her head in the direction of a lovely auburn haired girl. The girl had on very tight, short shorts, half her luscious ass showing. When the girl turned, Sharon gasped. There was visible cunt hair showing at the crotch. "Oh, the fucking hussy! Look at her showing that cunt off!"
"Yeah, Mom!" Bobby grunted, banging his cock back and forth swiftly, fucking it into his mother's cunt relentlessly. "She's a fucking cunt!"
"Ohh, baby, I'm a fucking cunt!" she sobbed.
"My cunt!"
"Yes!" she groaned, arching her ass to her son. "Your cunt! Your cock-sucker! Your everything! Oooo, fuck me, Bobby? Fuck me hard and fast and make me come!"
Sharon wiggled and thrust her ass, leaning on the small shelf beneath the phone. She knew her face was showing the ecstasy she felt, but there was nothing she could do about it. If someone saw her being fucked in the phone booth, she didn't care. She was sure there were a few of those women who would happily take her place, even line up for her son's hard cock.
"Ooo, I'm going to come, Bobby!" she squealed, striving to hold the sound of her voice down. "You're abut to make me come! Harder faster!"
She twirled her ass wildly, no longer caring if they were shaking the telephone booth, no longer caring if they were seen. Her eyes misted over as she tried to keep watching the strolling shoppers. Her cunt was grabbing at her son's cock desperately.
She was biting at her lip to hold the sound back, her cunt convulsing in fiery orgasm.
"Now!" she groaned.
Bobby grunted and spewed cock cream into her cunt. Sharon whipped her arching ass about with feverish ecstasy, feeling his come juice spraying the greedy walls of her cunt, the lips of her pussy sucking him dry. She held his cock inside her cunt as Bobby leaned against the wall of the booth, gasping loudly.
"Take it out," she hissed, looking directly into the face of the auburn-haired girl with her cunt almost exposed. A deep burn started on her cheeks, and the girl winked at her.
"Oh, God!" Sharon whimpered. "She saw!" Bobby turned to see the pretty girl swinging her tightly clad, half-revealed ass down the mall, her shining hair bouncing gaily.
"Fuck her," he said, dragging his cock out and zipping up his pants.
Sharon smoothed her skirt down, but there was nothing she could do about the fuck juice dripping out of her cunt, running along her inner thighs. All she could do was hope it stopped at her nylon tops. Sliding the door open, they joined the crowd of shoppers again.
Sharon was flushed, but not with embarrassment. It was the glow of satisfaction, of fucking her son in such a public place, knowing that pretty, exhibitionistic girl had seen them fucking.
"We've got to go," she said, gripping her son's hand hard. "Come juice is running down my legs."
Bobby laughed. "Wanna show me?"
"Fuck you," she whispered, leaning close to him. "Getting fucked in a phone booth is about my limit. No way will I flash my naked pussy in this crowd."
"Why not?" Bobby teased. "There's hardly any men. You won't get raped, Mom."
"I'm not so sure about that," Sharon giggled. "Some of these women don't look particular about who – what – they'd grab, cock or cunt."
They walked swiftly out the huge doors, and into the parking lot. They found the car, but near it were a woman and boy. The woman was squatting down, and the boy had his cock out, pissing. The woman held the boy's cock at the base, as if the boy couldn't hold it, himself.
Sharon gasped, stopping quickly, unable to take her eyes away.
The woman glanced up, then smiled, her eyes twinkling.
"My son couldn't wait," she said. "He has this problem."
Sharon didn't see any problem. The boy looked as if he was enjoying the hold his mother had on his cock, enjoying pissing right there in the parking lot, in full view of anyone passing by.
The boy, she noticed, was almost as old as Bobby, perhaps a year or two younger. The woman glanced at her son's cock, then back at Sharon, and finally let her eyes raked over Bobby, settling at the front of his pants.
"Your son?" the woman asked, her voice husky.
Sharon managed to nod, but her eyes burned on the head of the boy's cock, seeing the golden piss spewing onto the parking lot, the boy's mother holding it at the base. Then Sharon sucked in her breath. The woman wasn't just holding her son's cock; she was moving her thumb and finger slightly, as if jacking him.
A strange feeling came over Sharon, and on a mindless impulse, she jerked the front of her miniskirt up, flashing her cunt.
"Lovely," the squatting woman said, gazing at Sharon's bushy pussy. "You've just been fucked. That's jizz on your legs, isn't it?"
Again Sharon nodded, wondering what was coming over her.
"Your son fucks you?" the woman asked. Sharon blushed, but she nodded her head again.
The boy finished pissing, and Sharon watched his mother fondle his cock a moment, then stuff it into his pants, puffing the zipper. When the woman stood, she was as tall as Sharon, a very lovely slim woman.
"I don't suppose you'd be interested in…" The woman let it trail off, her eyes gazing at the front of Bobby's pants. "He's a lovely boy."
The woman fished into her purse, and handed Sharon a small slip of paper.
"My phone number," the woman said. "In case you'd like to…"
Sharon took the paper. "Maybe," she said, and she climbed into the car as Bobby slid in beside her. She turned and watched the woman holding her son's hand, the lovely sway of her compact ass.
"You want to fuck her?" Sharon asked her son.
"Yeah!" Bobby agreed.
"She has a lovely son," Sharon murmured, starting into a fantasy consisting of herself, the woman, and both boys.
By the time they arrived home, her fantasy had developed into some impossible combination of tangled flesh. She was boiling again, her cunt so juicy, she didn't know if it was her son's come juice or simply her own pussy juices that now dripped along her inner thighs.
Inside the house, she stripped her blouse off quickly, wanting her tits naked and exposed.
"Take your cock out!" she hissed at her son, dropping to her knees before him. "Take that sweet cock out and shove it in my mouth!"
Bobby opened his pants and shoved them to his knees. Sharon pressed her face into his cock and balls, inhaling the exciting odor of her cunt on his prick. She licked at his balls and cock, tasting herself there. She pulled his prick into her mouth, sucking quickly, feeling it swell and harden between her lips. She made hungry, growling sounds as she devoured his cock, her lips darting onto the base, then back to the cockhead, her tongue swirling with wet heat. She sucked feverishly, twisting her face as her son held her head, arching and grinding into her face.
"Your ass!" she moaned, turning him around, shoving her face into the crack of his ass, licking her tongue at his asshole frantically. Her cunt boiled and bubbled, seeping copiously. She smashed her inner thighs together, whimpering with cock-sucking, asshole-licking hunger. As she licked at his asshole, she reached a hand around and clutched his cock, pumping back and forth with a feverish fist. The taste of her cunt on him drove her out of her mind.
"Eat my ass, Mom!" Bobby yelped as her tongue stabbed past the fiery ring. "Eat my fucking asshole!"
"Mmmm, sweet and hot!" she gurgled into her son's ass.
She fucked her tongue in and out a few more times, then turned him toward her again, gobbling his cock into her throat with a wild hunger. The hard cockmeat between her lips sent wild tremors of wanton ecstasy down to her cunt. Despite the many times she had sucked him off before, this seemed the best of all. She knew it was because there was the taste of her cunt on his cock.
As she devoured his throbbing cock, pounding her mouth back and forth, smashing her lips at the base, she closed her eyes and let her earlier fantasy take over again.
The boy was pissing, his mother holding his cock. The woman had her knees apart, and Bobby was beneath her, his cock stuffed into her pussy, fucking vigorously. The woman had her face buried into Sharon's cunt, lapping with fiery hunger. But then Sharon groaned. The image that flared into her mind was strong.
The woman was holding her son's cock, and Sharon was taking the boy's piss into her face.
A loud sob escaped her cock-stuffed mouth, and Bobby began to spurt his creamy come juice down her throat. Sharon cried out in a muffled sound. Her cunt was so tight, she couldn't believe it, and she was coming in mindless waves of liquid heat. She came so intensely, all her senses tuned to her cunt, that she hardly tasted her son's thick jism as his cock filled her mouth.
"Oh, God!" Sharon cried as Bobby slipped his cock out of her mouth. "I can't believe I won't do."
She sat on the floor, drawing her knees up, then fell to her side. She jerked her short skirt to her waist, flinging one leg up. She began to clutch at her cunt, her fingers digging, into it, and she wailed into another orgasm.
"Come here!" she sobbed. "Hurry, Bobby! Lie down with me!"
Bobby, puzzled, lay on his side facing his mother. Again Sharon made a pillow, for his head, holding her leg up and wide so he could see her hairy cunt. She stared at his cock, her eyes wet with perverse ecstasy. She took hold of his cock, a thumb and forefinger at the base.
"Piss!" she cried, out.
"Really, Mom?"
"Piss on me, Goddamn it!" she shrieked. "Piss in my cock-sucking face, Bobby!"
Bobby giggled, a lewd sound.
"Okay, if you want me to," he said.
"Hurry! Oh God, hurry and piss in my fucking face!" Sharon wailed, her hips twisting, eyes smoldering.
Bobby let loose a strong stream of golden piss.
Sharon screamed as his piss splashed into her face, her cunt blowing apart instantly with orgasm. The piss was hot in her face, and she angled his cock to spray her chin, her neck, her naked tim. Then she lifted his cock to her face again. She sobbed with perverse rapture, her face quickly soaked in her son's hot piss. She felt her hair becoming drenched, then matted to her skull. She aimed his cock so he pissed over every inch of her face, and all the time her cunt was rippling with the most intense orgasm ever.
With a cry, she opened her lips and closed them to the head of her son's cock. She tasted the hot piss on her tongue, and pressed her tongue at his piss hole. Her orgasms became tighter yet.
"Ooooo, yes!" she wailed.
She pulled the head of her son's cock between her lips, drinking at his piss thirstily, swallowing it. She hunched her hips back and forth, and Bobby saw her cunt rippling and clenching with orgasm.
She moaned as she felt the force of his hot piss slowing. She released it from her mouth, but caught the final dribbles over her lips.
"Ohhh, that was crazy!" she moaned, rolling onto her back. "It was insane, but I don't care! God, Bobby, it was so good!"
She lifted on her elbows, looking down at his face. Her eyes looked feverish, a wicked grin on her mouth. Her hair was plastered to her skull, piss dripping from her face and tits.
"Now I'm your toilet," she said, half giggling. "My mouth is your toilet from now on."
"You liked that, Mom?" he asked, hardly surprised.
"Honey, you've not only helped me get over being so fucking bashful and embarrassed, you've taught me a lot about myself. You're fucking right, I like having your piss in my face, my mouth. You're delicious!"
Bobby laughed.
"Now, how would you like to fuck that woman in the parking lot?"
"Just, fine, Mom," her said.
Sharon got to her feet and fished into her purse. "She gave me her number. Want me to call her?"
Bobby nodded, fingering his cock and balls. Sharon, watching him, pulled her short skirt to her waist and perched on the arm of the couch, her cunt showing, legs wide. Her tits, glistening with his piss, swelled outward, the nipples very hard.
She dialed.