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Shopping with Mom was a bittersweet experience. Fortunately, the torture of keeping-to-myself was always short-lived, as per her insistence that I never restrain my affection. Like today, her attire almost always triggered me in a plethora of ways. The white chiffon shorts I wore might have looked silly, but I didn’t care.
It wasn’t until we reached an escalator that was “out of order”—requiring you to manually walk up it; the one going down worked—that I lost my cool. Though Mom’s vividly pink outfit wasn’t subtle at all, she did wear a dark brown sponge-fleece overcoat. It hung open, unsurprisingly, which made it easier for me to pull it off her left shoulder.
She gasped, punctuating with a giggle, half-turning to face me. We had stopped halfway up the stalled escalator. There were people toward the top, and others going down on the working escalator to our left. A quick glance over my shoulder seconds ago proved that nobody was behind us.
My thinly veiled erection prodded Mom’s full right butt cheek. The pink yoga pants were not sheer, but millimeters thick at best. I indented her butt meat slightly, and my right hand squeezed her right breast. Strands of her long, recently dyed bleach-blonde hair were stuck between my greedy palm and her pink flowery-laced bra.
“I just can’t anymore, Mommy. Fuck, you’re so pretty it hurts.” I prodded her butt again and then gave a yank down on her coat, with my left hand. It freed from her narrow shoulders, and she didn’t resist letting it slide off her scrawny arms.
Despite Mom’s borderline gaunt body, she was curvy where it “mattered”—sure, her assets were surgically enhanced, but Mom wore it well. Like the Barbie doll she had fashioned herself after.
“But sweetie, why do you hurt at all?” She asked, brow furrowed.
I shrugged the coat over my T-shirt, and rubbed the neckline against my face, inhaling Mom’s perfume, shampoo, and natural scent. This alone loosened her disposition.
“Because of you, Mommy!” I insisted, jerking her arms so that she would turn to face me. My cock thrusted between her thighs, brushing her distinct, lean cameltoe. “Because of how…how much I…”
Another thrust, the flimsy white shorts microscopically noticeable. My hands squeezed her pinched waist, the part of her midriff that was left exposed between the high yoga pants and bra. My head lowered, face nuzzling one of her breasts, nose detecting a nipple impression through the flowery lace.
“Aww, sweetie,” she said, petting my head with her left hand, at the end of a tattooed arm. With her left she transferred her phone into one of the coat’s pockets, since clearly her yoga pants weren’t designed for those.
And then she redirected my face to the center of her chest, pulling me against her. Welcoming my mouth and nose between her breasts, above the fabric of the pink bra. I shuddered and drooled. My hands wrapped around her, lowering to squeeze her butt cheeks for added leverage as I continued to pump my hips.
“It’s okay, cupcake,” she whispered, kissing the top of my head.
I imagined people passing down the other elevator, watching or glancing and murmuring disapproval. I could hear the latter, vaguely. When I looked up at Mom’s big brown eyes, in them nothing but compassion, I didn’t care what others might think—
“Kiss me, Mommy?” I said softly. “Kiss me with your perfect lips.”
“Hehe. I’d love to, sweetie-pie.” She looked down and puckered her enhanced lips, planting a moist kiss on my own mouth. She held it for as long as I held her, thrusting beneath her cameltoe still.
“Uhh, excuse me,” someone said in a deep, disgruntled woman’s voice. Followed by a hoarse “ugh.” Mom held me close as she and I inched off to the side, allowing a middle-aged woman to shuffle by, shaking her head.
After she had passed, albeit likely still within earshot, Mom half-turned and reached back, grabbing one of my hands. She began to walk up the stalled escalator, taking her time. I followed, however, the sight of her bubble-butt no longer even remotely veiled by the coat I now wore, distracted me.
I pushed her hand away and bounded up a step, the same one she stood on, and planted my diaphanously clothed erection between her cheeks. Where the pink fabric of her yoga pants had become wedged. In here, I thrusted.
“Fuck, Mommy! I can’t wait, I’m sorry!” I whimpered against her right shoulder, salivating skin and pink bra strap. My right hand snaked under her arm to squeeze her right breast.
“Don’t ever be sorry for loving on Mommy, you hear?” She said, over her shoulder. And then she reached into the coat pocket and withdrew her phone. She operated it, and I watched from around her right arm. Mom opened an audio recorder app and then kept it on as she ambidextrously pinched the base of each butt cheek. This made them appear, and feel, fuller; snugger.
I moaned against her arm. Both hands, now, fondled her breasts.
“Y-You’re hugging me back, Mommy! With your fat little butt-meat!”
“Hehe. You bet I am, angel. Because you deserve the love you give.”
I moaned weakly as I thrusted, the white chiffon enrobing my cock practically nonexistent as it became so saturated with pre-cum.
“B-But why are you…r-recording me?” I asked, brow furrowed.
Just then a young man maybe in his twenties walked by, struggling not to ogle Mom, or my actions for that matter, because of the girlfriend whose hand he held, and pulled along. Her expression was that of disgust.
“Because Mommy wants a reminder.” Mom glanced over her shoulder, down at me, and suddenly clenched her glutes around my cock. “Of how endearing her baby boy can be. No matter where we are.”
“Ahh!” I half-gasped, half-moaned, as my balls began to drain. Then I squealed these words, loud enough for the entire escalator to hear, and then some. “I…I’m gonna endear my c-cum in your fat booty, M-Mommy!”
Mom gasped lightheartedly, joyously, and two seconds later once again, upon feeling the rush of warmth between her cheeks. Which would quickly thereafter drip down her inner thigh.
Unsurprisingly, my shorts didn’t exactly absorb any cum. Mom’s yoga pants barely did, either, however, the crevice between her butt cheeks retained most of the load.
Eventually my cock sprang free, only to thrust up the center of her butt, where the fabric didn’t wedge between her cheeks, and there it pulsed until completely drained.
“That’s my sweetheart,” Mom said, followed by a cute snicker. “Feeling better, darling?”
“So…So much…” I muttered, weakly still.
“Take it easy, angel. Let’s get to the dressing room upstairs so Mommy can change.”
***
For a rich model like Mom, buying anything for temporary’s sake was no nervermind. Today it was a brown bra and a matching pair of yoga pants. The pink bra hadn’t even been tarnished, yet she insisted on matching. I saw no fault in Mom’s vanity, mostly because she prioritized my happiness over anything else, and if I was joyed, she was.
Of course, Mom also swung by the restroom and wiped my residual saliva off her shoulder and back. She claimed this wasn’t because she was grossed out, but because she always wanted to be as clean as possible “for my baby boy.”
I couldn’t argue.
She had already finished shopping when I “lost it” on the escalator. Our car was parked on the upstairs level of the garage, hence our direction. Fortunately the things Mom bought last-minute, and a dressing room, were also en route.
In the red Corvette, its entire roof a skylight with only one crossbeam behind the front seats, Mom drove us home. My seat was leaned back just a little, so that I could easily ogle her and smile softly to myself.
We stopped at a light, behind another car, with one to our left. Mom looked over at me, smiling.
“You’re so cute,” she said, bunching her shoulders. In doing so, her round breasts bobbed together. The seatbelt slid between them. My gaze fell from her gorgeous face to her chest. My cock had gotten hard seconds after we returned to the car, albeit still under the chiffon; it had been wrought dry, but would be damp for a while. Only just now my erection pulsed noticeably. Mom glanced at it, then at me, and giggled again, her nose wrinkling. “Hehe. You like Mommy’s boobs, don’t you, cupcake?”
Suddenly it pulsed again, only this time a large glob of pre-cum beaded at the tip.
She gasped, a hand briefly raising to her mouth.
“Sweetie? You like when Mommy calls you that?”
I rolled toward her, out from under my chest-belt, half-leaning across the center console, and my right hand squeezed her right breast, sinking every finger but my thumb into the exposed sphere of skin.
“Love, Mommy,” I said, my eyes inches from hers. “I love your boobies and I…I love when you call me that.”
I blushed, hard.
“Aww, baby-cakes,” she said, puckering her lips.
“Mommy!” I shivered, and disregarded my seatbelt. I began to lunge for her, but the truck behind us obnoxiously honked his horn. I frowned and withdrew back into my seat.
“It’s okay, sweetheart, hold on,” Mom said, concernedly. She drove ahead, turning through the greenlight. We missed our street and I started to point it out, but then Mom parked along a curb that didn’t have any signage. She didn’t kill the engine but put the car into park and turned her head toward me, beckoning with her arms. “Come to Mommy, angel.”
I squeaked something incoherent, and clambered out of my seat. A knee caught the shorts as I hoisted myself over the narrow center console, and they pulled down my thighs. My left foot planted on the floorboard behind Mom’s seat, my right sliding out of a shoe to position itself between her legs. My exposed, oozing cock mushed against her right breast, smearing the brown bra and underlying nipple impression wet a gleam of pre-cum.
My face nuzzled Mom’s dyed-blonde head as she looked up at me, her left hand caressing my face.
“There’s my baby boy,” she said. “All worked up because you love your Mommy?”
“And…” I murmured, looking down. My right hand squeezed her left breast, then pulled on it, knocking it against the other, sandwiching the seatbelt between them.
Mom puckered her lips, still looking at me. “My wittle cutie.”
“I…I wish I was that seatbelt, Mommy! I…I wish your boobies were hugging me!”
“Aww, cupcake. I’d love to hug my wittle angel. Get down here, cutie.” She reached out of sight, beside her left leg, and reclined her seat with a hum of electronics. I hunkered down above her, sliding into the gap now existing between her torso and the seatbelt. I clutched her headrest with both hands and thrusted between her round breasts. I gasped and pre-cum trailed her sternum beneath my glans. Mom bound her breasts together even tighter by hugging her own arms. “How’s that, sweetie-pie?”
“K-Keep hugging me, Mommy! I…I never wanna stop hugging you! F-From whatever angle you’ll let me!”
“Hehe. So adorable. You can hug Mommy however you’d like, angel.”
“Promise?” I brushed my face with hers, and licked her thick lips before giving her the space to answer.
“I’m a lady of my word, darling. Especially to such a wonderful boy.”
“I trust you, Mommy!” Suddenly I withdrew to my previous stance, as ambivalent as it was to retract from her delightful breasts. Then I playfully slapped one, rocking it in her bra, and making Mom snort-laugh. I pointed at the side of her seat. “Now sit up and look at me with those…god, those big, pretty eyes, Mommy!”
“Aww, you’re so sweet,” she said, while performing as I’d demanded. it was no request.
Once sitting upright again, the seatbelt returned betwixt her breast, I held it from above and shook it. The band swatted her breasts from between them, nearly dislodging one from its brown cup.
“Look at those boobies bounce! My play-doll Mommy!”
“Hehe. I’ll be your little play-doll, sweetie. Cutie.”
I then swatted her platinum blonde hair away from the right side of her face, and thrusted forward, higher than before. My cock grazed her cheek, smearing pre-cum as far as her nose. Mom gasped, followed by a laugh.
“Hugging Mommy’s face, now, are you, silly boy?”
“Lips! I…I wanna hug those big, fat, yummy lips, M-Mommy!”
“They’re all yours, cupcake.” She puckered them, head turned toward me. As I thrusted into their tender, sensational pouch, I noticed a young couple walk by her window. The guy was shirtless in board shorts and his girlfriend in a bikini-top and a billowy skirt. Typical Florida. The girl seemed to gasp and point, nudging her boyfriend. But they kept walking.
“Just like the rest of my play-doll Mommy?” I asked, my eyes re-savoring her. My right hand squeezed her left breast, thumb sinking into the meat.
“You bet, darling.”
“No more messes. Drink my love, Mommy.”
“Aww, so thoughtful.”
“Drink me, Mommy-Doll!” I snarled, thrusting at her mouth. My glans grazed her lips before I withdrew my hips and pushed them forward again. By which point she had puckered them again, only this time protruding her tongue at an angle. My glans caught this trifecta of tender skin and muscle, the moistness heightening the sensation.
I gasped as I clutched her head, thrusting again, hard. My cock slid into her mouth, between molars, and briefly distended her left cheek. I wasn’t big enough to really stretch her mouth, but that was neither here nor there. The feeling was paramount. I moaned and thrusted again.
“Fuck, I, I’m hugging your beautiful whore face, M-Mommy!”
I then felt her tongue flop around beneath my shaft, licking it in passes. I shuddered and felt my thighs cramp. My balls tingled and an unprecedented climax encroached.
Mom was drooling a cascade of her own saliva mixed with my pre-cum, down her chin and onto her breasts.
Alas I pulled out of her mouth, only to yank her head toward me, and redirect my cock toward the back of her throat—
“No muss, no fuss!” I whimpered, shooting into her mouth. Mom swallowed me one rope at a time, her throat and body flinching with each contraction, but not once did she push me away.
A few long seconds passed before I withdrew, trailing semen and saliva down her thick bottom lip, dappling her round breasts. My legs weakened and I sunk a little, my softening cock briefly smacking one breast before I finally crumpled in my own seat. Awkwardly, with my left leg dangling behind the center console, between the seats, and my right foot on her right knee.
She threw her head back, licked her lips in two fervent passes, and then performed a sizeable, audible gulp. When she raked in a fresh breath, Mom batted her eyelids until they stopped watering, and smiled over at me.
“No muss, no fuss, sweetie,” she said, patting my shin. “But in the future, you never have to worry about that. Your messes are a palpable reminder that you love your Mommy.”
Those words, and that sentiment, would follow me into the void as unconsciousness delicately claimed me. Paired with a thought of my own, which I was unable to respond with.
Well, now you get to digest that reminder.