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I hate shopping, but mom found a selection quickly enough and I soon installed myself in the dressing room. Back-to-college time for me, but mom still insists on outfitting me before I return the two hours to state school. This year we decided on one big trip to a major department store; mom chooses, I try on, and we jointly decide on some clothes (since she's paying). The snag came when deciding on pants.

All characters over 18 and entirely fictional. Mom brought the clothes, I changed and modeled, and we set some aside for possible purchase. Mom is convinced that skinny jeans are the only way sexy old mature women to go. Dear Diary:
It's back-to-school time. I was little trouble in the beginning. "
"It's not that," I replied, still trying to stuff myself into the jeans she picked out.

And I've caught her checking out more than one guy in those tight-assed pants. Hip girls love 'em, she says. "I still know your size, after all. I nearly fell over as the door clicked behind her. Let's find some others," I said, beginning to peel off the pants.

I'm sure they're not that bad," mom said through the slated wooden door of the dressing room. Mom burst into the dressing room, clothes draped over one arm. These jeans are the best; you'll find no better," she said, adding the clothes on her arm to the pile in the corner.

"I have exquisite taste. They care about these sorts of things. "
I stared back dumbly. But they just felt wrong to me. I wasn't wearing a shirt, and the jeans were pulled down below my boxer briefs, revealing the usual cock bulge.

"OK silly," she laughed, walking towards me and wrapping her arms around my waist. I jumped back, bumped into the thin wall before she settled me. "I want you to be happy at college, and successful. "We still need to see if these actually fit, despite your whining. I looked down as her hands ran across my ass cheeks, fingers pulling the pants up with them.

The feel of her against me, mom's hands on my ass, cleavage showing, caused an undeniable growth in the usual bulge occupying the front of my boxer briefs. "Now son," she said, staring down at the pants around my knees. " I could feel mom's breath on my face, warm, clothed breasts against my bare chest as she shimmied the back of the jeans up my thighs.

Mom's thin, summer blouse had become loose from all the clothes sorting, and cleavage and the hint of a white bra stared up to meet my gaze. I closed my eyes for a moment, noticed for the first time her perfume, and tried hopelessly to focus on something other than the sensation of my hardening cock only two thin strips of fabric away from mom's stomach.

"Relax, honey," mom said, reaching her hands below my ass to the top of the jeans. "There," she said as the back of the pants reached my hips. mature women pics Mom must have felt it. " Mom grabbed the two hanging flaps in front, right hand grazing my now fully hard dick as she brought them together.

She gave a tug as they reached the top, which squeezed not uncomfortably on my balls. She looked up, seemingly bemused, smiled back and ran her hands around the edges of my briefs to my front. "Now, to make sure they fit. "Honey," she said, fumbling with the top for a few more seconds. Her free hand grabbed the base of the groin, essentially cupping my balls through the fabric as she tried to wrench the zipper past my erection.

I instinctively rested my hands on her hips. My hands stayed planted on her hips, responding with gentle squeezes to each brush of her hand against my stiff cock. "Baby," she whispered now. Mom was looking at me like she expected me to do something. I looked down in shock now, finally realizing what the issue had been. I blushed, ashamed, but pulled her closer to whisper in her ear.

" she mumbled, straining the material to bring the button into its place. "The stress of shopping, going back to school; the tight pants, it's-"
Mom looked up reassuringly. Flattering, even, but we need to get past this if we ever want to leave here successfully.

"We'll never get these sorted while you. "Mom, I'm so sorry," I began, aware that her hands had traced down to the top of my briefs. And since this is my fault. "Sweetie," she continued, trying now for the zipper. " she glanced around the small changing room, listening more than looking. She ran her hands from the jeans to the groin of my briefs, tracing the outline of my cock to the damp spot of precum.

Her free hand began stroking my cock, rubbing precum around the tip when she reached it. Mom reached a hand underneath, holding the briefs down and cupping my balls. My hands shifted with hers, moving from her thighs down the back of her skirt, resting on the meaty center of her ass cheeks.

"Mom, this is so embarrassing. " She let the two flaps fall open and rested her hands on my bare stomach. The sensation was amazing. "
She moved her face to look into my eyes, inches away. We both looked down as she tugged at the elastic waistband, allowing my cock to spring forward against her.

If you're worried about what I'm seeing. "Baby, I said it's fine. Mom suddenly stopped stroking, let the elastic band slap against my balls and began unbuttoning her blouse. "I'm sorry you nude old ladies have to see me like this. "We'll make it a little more even, OK? I squeezed mom's ass while she stroked and cupped me, pulling her groin up and against mine.

" her voice trailed off. "
I wasn't about to protest. " she asked as I continued staring blankly at her chest. "
I snapped back, reluctantly taking my hands from her plump thighs to the middle of her back. "If you'll release your grip on my ass for a second, maybe you could help with the bra hooks?

"Now we're even, and you don't have to feel bad. As mom went back to rubbing, I noticed her large, pink aureoles. "There," she whispered again, squishing her meaty breasts against my chest as her hand returned inside my briefs. As I squeezed and tugged on her breasts, my mouth instinctively searched for hers.

But soon her tongue was darting into my mouth, returning massaging motions and making wet, smacking sounds. She whimpered into my mouth with each tug at her nipples. After a little fumbling the clasp came free, and mom added her bra to the growing pile in the corner.

She giggled a little with each squeeze; I planted my face by her ear and began to whisper. "
I certainly didn't feel bad. Mom was surprised at the kiss, at first. "Mom," I broke away, devilish thought having just entered my mind. She looked up confused while my hand reached behind her skirt and began to unzip. "We're actually not even. " I moved my hand into her panties now, running over short, soft pubic hair to find her clit.

I watched as she finished unbuttoning the last button and threw her blouse on the pile of clothes. I came closer to cumming with each cock rub. "Son, no, we can't," she protested weakly. Suddenly, we heard a knock on the door. "
We stood in the corner of the dressing room for minutes, stroking and caressing each other.

As her skirt fell to the floor I looked back into her eyes. Whimpers and wet, kissing noises filled the small room. I pulled her tighter against me, into the corner, hoping to hide our intertwined feet from whoever was outside. Mom grew wetter in my hand. " I nodded down at her hand on my dick, then at her skirt. "Everything's fine," mom blurted. Is everything alright in there?

"We've gotten reports of strange noises. " the attendant asked. This isn't normally allowed. I was impressed with mom. "I'm-I'm in here with my son. My hand made its way back into her panties while the attendant waited outside. We're just trying on a few last things.

And still ragingly horny. "
I barely heard anything. Mom was wetter now than ever. We intend to spend a lot of money today, and we would like a little privacy" she added. A quick nudge to the ribs, however, brought me back to the moment. Still the noises—are you sure everything is alright? I couldn't take much more of this.

I grabbed my cock with my free hand, yanked mom's panties to the side and slid my shaft underneath her pussy. " the attendant insisted. "I think everything is great. Two people in the dressing room. And you might hear some noises. " I yanked the panties down and they fell to the floor, visible to anyone who cared to look. I'm sure there are other patrons needing your assistance," I said, fingers never leaving mom's engorged clit.

"But I'm doing just fine. " I tugged at my own briefs and jeans, plopping them on top of the panties to cover. Mom's trimmed, wet pussy now stood spread before me. " I grabbed her leg and placed her foot on a small shelf on the wall.

making changes in here, of course. I positioned my cock head at old nude mature women its entrance as she looked on in disbelief. "But we'll need a little privacy," I continued, bending my knees a little and pressing slightly into mom's soaked folds. Her arms stayed wrapped around my waist, large, squishy breasts topped with hard nipples pressing against my bare chest. Mom bit into my shoulder as I continued pressing.

I wrapped my arms around her head and continued with the worker. "Fits," I bottomed out. The attendant wasn't sold. We're just finishing up here, and really don't appreciate the interruption. Mom gasped at the feeling of our naked organs meeting, then stared wide-eyed back at me.

" She looked back at me, small tear forming in her eye. "To make sure," the head cleared her entrance with a gasp. "Everything," I managed half my shaft into mom, her hips starting to buck against me. "Yes," mom replied, a bit too loudly.

I held her steady as I began thrusting in and out, slowly, creating gentle smacking sounds. "
The wet smacking must have been obvious now. "And," mom continued, catching her breath, "we're making some changes.

"I'm with my son," she said, right as my cock head again pressed against her cervix. She kissed me passionately, as lovers do, thrusting her tongue deep in my mouth as the employee waited. You're really with your son, having him try on some new things? " naked older ladies And if you must know," I said loudly, hoping to cover our other noises, "things are fitting quite well at the moment. With each thrust my balls smacked against mom's drenched pussy.

The employee was undoubtedly pressed against the door, listening. I was growing close, and I could feel mom was too. "Fuck son," mom nearly yelled. So we needed to finally get rid of her. I'm going to cum on your big cock really soon–" she eeked out, moments before her legs almost gave out. I grabbed her firmly against me, thrust hard in and out and felt a wave crash over mom, and a literal wave spill down my cock and onto my balls.

She bucked, shook, and wrapped her arms around my neck to keep from falling. "And we may even be finished soon," mom nodded at that, "IF you will kindly give us a moment's peace! I wouldn't last, and mom could sense it. I held her for a good minute while she came, nude matures trying not to over-stimulate her now hyper-sensitive clit while still continuing my thrusting. " Mom grinned up, as if to say "for you at least," while she continued sliding up and down my shaft.

The experience was too much. "
We heard the attendant pout and scamper off, and not a moment too soon. "I really want you to cum honey," mom continued. She looked more flushed than before, and positively reeked of sex. "I want you to cum now too.

Fill me with your hot baby load. "It's OK baby," mom whispered, kissing me softly on the lips. "
I stared back in disbelief, but the sensation was too good to stop now. When she recovered slightly from the powerful orgasm, she picked back up the rhythm of fucking, smacking sound now louder than ever.

I shuddered at each successive load. A trail of hot cum began running down my cock, down her leg, dropping globs on the floor. This time mom held me up, while I spurt, shook, and spurt some more. We quickly shoved our clothes back on, grabbed the selection we had picked out earlier and headed to the register.

As mom and I held each other, still standing somewhat awkwardly in the corner of the room, we realized the ruckus we must have made. By the time I finished, the equivalent of a normal load of cum was already staining the floor; more was buried deep inside mom; more still smeared on her thighs and down her leg. "You know mom," I said softly, holding her hand as we walked.

While we were hurrying out, a strange thought occurred to me. I gripped mom's hips tightly, slammed them down on my cock a few more times and began pumping ropes of hot semen deep into mom's cunt. "In the future, you might need help fitting into your pants. "Ooo, lots of stuff I see.

Our hands grabbed fleshy tits, ass, tongues ran along soft earlobes in between. "Absolutely," mom answered. "You bet," I replied, smiling. Well, were you completely satisfied with your visit today? As the employee began to speak she looked up, as if now realizing my meaning.

"And I have a feeling we'll be doing this again very, very soon. "
Mom looked mature women pics back blankly as we reached the check-out station. That's it," she murmured with each squirt.