0 comments/ 18715 views/ 4 favorites Chaperon By: Ashson I'm Ron. I'm forty, an average sort of person, I suppose, although I have been accused of being arrogant at times. I'm divorced, long divorced, with two children. Cathy is currently living with her mother while Rick shifted in with me a year ago, as it's more convenient for him while he's at university. I arrived home early from work one afternoon. There was a young lady sitting in the front room, watching TV. She was quite an attractive young lady, too. I silently congratulated Rick on his taste. I assumed that this was the wonderful Jessie Rick had raved about and she was waiting for him while he was getting changed or something. Unusual, these days. I wouldn't have been surprised to find Rick's girlfriend sitting on his bed watching while he changed. I tapped on Rick's door and stuck my head in to let him know I was home. It turned out that he was preoccupied and didn't notice the tap on the door or me sticking my head around it. Neither did his preoccupation. Rick's preoccupation was female, and very attractive. I'd still give the young lady in the front room the prize, but Rick's young lady was nice. Very nice. And I could see just what he saw in her because it wasn't hidden by a lot of clothes. Or any clothes, for that matter. I suppose that was fair enough. If Rick was getting changed, he'd stopped at the undressed stage, and hadn't got around to the dressing stage. From the way Rick and his friend were familiarising themselves with each other's body I assumed that it would be a while before either of them showed any interest in getting dressed. The question that immediately came to mind was, if that was Rick's girlfriend, who was the young lady in the front room? A spare? Curiosity dictated that I find out. I tossed my briefcase, tie and jacket onto my bed and headed back to the front room. "Good afternoon," I said, walking into the front room. "I'm Ron, Rick's father. And you are?" The young lady jumped, looking startled and embarrassed. Probably because she suspected what was taking place in Rick's bedroom. "Um, I'm Melanie. I'm a friend of Rick's. He's, uh, getting changed. I'm just waiting for him." "Ah. Well, I'll just go and hurry him up for you," I offered, turning towards the door. "No! Ah, that is, there's no need. He'll be out shortly." "I don't mind. You know how boys are. He'll drag on forever if not prompted. Quite frankly, they can be worse than girls at times." "No, no. Don't disturb him," Melanie said quickly, looking slightly worried. "I don't think I could disturb him right now," I said smiling. "I glanced in when I first came past. Care to tell me what's going on?" Melanie blushed. She didn't exactly know what was going on but she would probably have been able to make a wildly accurate guess. "Um, I'm Jessie's sister," she mumbled. "I'm supposed to keep an eye on her while she's out on a date." "Ah. You're the chaperon, there to make sure they don't do anything you wouldn't do," I suggested. "How old is your Jessie and how old are you, for that matter?" "Jessie's eighteen, so she's an adult. I'm twenty. It's just that my mother is a little over-protective at times and wants us to go out together to watch out for each other." "In this case, by steering fathers away so there won't be an unwanted case of coitus interruptus. Somehow, I don't think that's what your mother intended." Melanie had a nice blush now. She looked away and didn't say anything. "So, you sit out here not knowing what takes place in the bedroom, and the TV being on loudly means that you won't hear anything. Of course, it would also drown out any cries, of 'no, stop' and 'oh, how could you do this to me'." Melanie looked indignant. "Rick wouldn't hurt her. He's nice. If she told him to stop, he would. Not," she added carefully, "that I can see Jessie telling him to stop. I think she's more likely say 'again, please'." "I'll go along with your assessment of Rick," I agreed, "and I don't know Jessie so it would be rude of me to comment. Actually, I wasn't wondering if the TV would drown out Jessie's noise, as such, as wondering if it's loud enough to drown out yours." "Mine?" "Yes. Seeing Rick and Jessie preparing for action had got me highly aroused, and you're the only person available to help me out. I thought it might be fun to demonstrate to you what I think your mother wanted to prevent happening." Melanie blinked as she digested this. Then she sat up a little straighter. "Are you saying that you're going to try to have sex with me?" she asked, sounding shocked. "I do like a girl who's quick on the uptake," I murmured. "Really? And am I also to infer from your comments that if I say no you'll try to force me?" "You could infer that," I said thoughtfully, "But, unfortunately, I think not." "Unfortunately?" Melanie sounded slightly shocked. "Mmm. I'd love to pin you down, strip your clothes off, and ravish you, while you struggled helplessly beneath me, but Rick and Jessie might come out before I've finished and I'm supposed to set Rick a good example. Raping his girlfriend's sister may not be considered quite the thing to do." Melanie was looking slightly stunned now. "Do you mean you'd actually try to rape me if Rick and Jessie weren't here?" "Do or do not. There is no try." I grinned at her. "An interesting question which I'm very much afraid will remain unresolved. A question that can be resolved is whether you're going to stroll down to my bedroom with me so I can entertain you in comfort or if you're going to be happy with a quickie here and now?" "I don't even know you. Why would you think that I'd go to your bedroom?" Melanie demanded, looking indignant that I'd even suggest such a thing. "Well, if I don't ask I won't get an answer, now will I?" I strolled over to where she was sitting. She was, I'd noticed, wearing yoga pants or tights. I'm not sure which as I'm damned if I can tell the difference. Before Melanie quite caught onto what I intended, I bent down, took hold of the tights at the waist band and tugged them firmly down, lifting her slightly so that they slid around her bottom and down. By the time she caught on I had them, and her panties, down to her knees. Melanie gave a squeal of horror. "No, stop," she protested, following up with, "Oh, how could you do that?" when the tights and panties came right off. I tossed the tights and panties onto the couch next to her. She was glaring at me, hands cupped protectively over her lap. "You know, those are almost the exact words that I forecast being uttered," I said. "It was actually quite easy. Move your hands and move your legs apart. I want to see you." "You're mad. No way am I doing that." "Why not?" "Why not? Why do you think why not? I'm not flashing my pussy for anyone. Give me my clothes back." "Um, you've already got them back," I pointed out, indicating that they were on the couch next to her. "May I suggest that instead of putting them on, you stand up and bend over the end of the couch?" "So you can take advantage of me? You can't be serious." If Melanie had been standing she would probably have been jumping up and down in rage. "Of course I'm serious," I said. "Why would I ask if I'm not serious? You know you want to. It's just that you're worried because this is the first time we've met and you think I'm going too fast. But I say why waste time when we know what we want?" "Huh. You may want it but that makes one of us. Move away. I want to get dressed." "I'll make you a bet," I offered. "You're wet, and probably have been since you realised that Rick was getting lucky. I lay you fifty that if I check I'll find you hot and wet and ready." "Take your bet and stick it," Melanie growled. "There's only one way to resolve it and it ain't happening." Melanie picked up her tights and panties and turned them the right way around. "Do you mind turning your back so that I can get dressed again?" she demanded. "Yes, I mind. Why should I miss the scenery?" Pointedly not looking at me, Melanie slipped her panties back on. For someone in a hurry to get dressed she certainly made a production of it. She reached for her tights, but I interrupted before she started to draw them on. "We're running out of time," I told her. "By the time you put those on and then have to wait for me to remove then again so that I can properly seduce you Rick and Jessie will have finished their playing and be coming this way. I won't have time to properly service you before they're here and we wouldn't want to set a bad example. Perhaps you'd better come up to my room now. I can at least lock the door." "Huh. That's what you think. They'll be in there for most of the afternoon," Melanie scoffed, still fiddling with her tights. "Oh, dear. You shouldn't have told me that. The only reason I don't already have you transfixed on my cock is because I thought they'd be out shortly. If they're going to be a while we might as well have our fun now." "Do you mean you've just been teasing me and had no intention of having sex with me?" demanded Melanie in a very indignant voice. "By no means. If you'd come up to my bedroom like I suggested you would have found out just how serious I am. I just had no intention of taking you here with company expected." I smiled at her, reached over and plucked the tights from her hand, tossing them to the side again. "With no company expected, things are a little different. Stand up." My voice was no longer teasing but telling her. OK. So sometimes I can be a little arrogant and expect people to jump when I use a certain tone of voice. Melanie stood up, looking a trifle nervous. I turned her to face the couch and had her bend over it. Her panties went down for the second time and my hand slipped between her legs and cupped her. "Oh, now, come on," she said in a half laugh, half groan. "You're not really going to have sex with me right here and now, are you?" I was rubbing her pussy, and I could feel the heat within it. "Yes, I am, unless you do something to stop me, like saying no." Melanie groaned again when my fingers dipped into her, easing past her lips and probing further, hinting at untold delights to follow. "You can't be doing this," she protested. "I don't know you, damn it." "But what a fun way to get to know me." She was hot and wet and my hand was teasing her unmercifully. She squirmed under my touch and I could feel her pushing against my hand, seeking a more solid contact. I unzipped, slowly and noisily, giving her a chance to say stop, but she stood mute, just rubbing herself against my hand, breathing deeply. I slipped my erection between her legs, letting it rub backwards and forwards against her, pressing against her lips, persuading her lips to spread and flower, the cleft in her flesh widenimg to encourage my access. I pressed my cock up between her lips where her cleft glistened with moisture, using her body oils to help me slide into her, listening for that word that did not come. When I was firmly in Melanie I paused, holding myself hard against her. She seemed to give this odd little shudder, pushing back against me. "I cannot believe that I'm doing this," she grumbled. "This is insane. You're insane. Or I am. How did this happen, anyway?" "Like this," I said, pushing firmly but slowly against her and then starting to withdraw. "And like this," I added, pushing slowly in again." Melanie gave a small groan and pushed back, meeting my slow drive into her, upping the speed a little. We moved against each other, parting and reconnecting, each movement a little faster, a little harder than the one before. My hand darted up under her top to unhook her bra with my arms going around her as I claimed my new prize. Holding her breasts I started to really drive home, pumping hard, with Melanie gasping and making eager little squealing noises as we ground together. Things were going well. We came together again and again, our arousal and excitement increasing with every stroke. I don't know about Melanie but I was burning with need. Every movement I made was telling me to do more, to dominate this woman, to take her, brand myself upon her so she would never forget. I'd be climaxing soon, I knew it. I disengaged. Ignoring Melanie's frantic protests I pushed her down onto the couch, laying her on her back. Then I was driving down onto her, her arms and legs raised to wrap around me and draw me closer. As I plunged back into Melanie, her desperate little pleas of need changed to gasps of satisfaction as I proceeded to ravish her body, showing her who her master was, dictating the terms of her surrender, unconditional. She yielded sweetly, letting me have my moment of dominance. Then I was moving faster, need surging through me, my need heightening her need, both of us racing towards our individual but mutual climaxes, our bodies in desperate need of that final satisfaction. I ejaculated into her, crashing hard into her, feeling her clinging to me as she climaxed. My mouth frantically covered hers; swallowing her screams so that only a muffled echo remained. I lay on her, crushing her against the couch, until she stirred and pushed at me, telling me to move. Reluctantly I did so and she sat up, and gave me a look. Patented feminine look number three, I think it was. You'll know it if you ever see it. Designed to make you feel like a naughty boy who has got away with something, but only because she has chosen to let you get away with it. I smiled back at her, a picture of masculine innocence, if such a thing exists. "Mad," she muttered. "I must have been mad." She grabbed her tights and panties and headed for the bathroom. I tidied myself and sat on the couch, changing the TV to a game show. A few minutes later Melanie returned, looking immaculate again. She picked up the remote and switched back to her soap opera, quietly daring me to protest. I watched the soap opera. It was quite a while before Rick and Jessie came wandering out. "Oh, dad," said Rick. "I didn't know you were home." "Well, you do now. You've been neglecting one of your guests, haven't you?" I said, indicating Melanie. "Ah, Jessie and I got to talking while Melanie was watching TV and I guess the time sort of slipped away." "Mmm," I grunted. "Should have had Melanie with you. People may get the wrong idea if you're in the bedroom alone." Chaperone I told my husband I was escorting my little sister to meet her date at a bar across town. What I didn't tell him was that the bar was a popular place for interracial couples to meet and have a good time. Another thing I didn't tell my husband was I had wet panties just from thinking about being at the bar. I've never been with a black man yet I've had a naughty fascination with all I've heard about their prowess. When June told me she didn't want to go alone to meet Jake, I volunteered in a heartbeat. The club was loud and smelled of cheap booze and stale smoke. Didn't they know it was against the law to smoke in bars now, was all I could think as we walked in. We sat at the bar waiting for Jake and I could see why June didn't want to be here alone. I felt intimidated but still a surge of excitement ran right to my groin as I watch the crowd grow. When Jake showed up I tried to leave but he insisted I have a drink with them so we went to a booth in the back near the dance floor. I tossed my martini down so I could leave but another one magically appeared in front of me. I looked up to see a beautiful black man standing at our table. He introduced himself as Wayne and I told him my name and thanked him for the drink. Jake invited him to join us and he sat down next to me with his arm around the booth behind me. I looked over to June to see her and Jake making out. It was so hot to see her pale white skin next to Jake's ebony and his black hands tangled into her golden blond hair. I knew I was staring but I couldn't stop, it was an erotic fantasy being played out right in front of me. Wayne grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the booth to the dance floor. We danced to a slow number, he held me close, and I put my arms around his neck and just gave myself up to his lead. "I guess your sis really likes Jake, the way they were kissing was turning me on I had to get out of that booth." "Oh, me too I couldn't keep my eyes off them..." I suddenly realized what I was saying and to a total stranger. I tried to make a joke out of it, "I mean yeah get a room or something." "You know they call those back booths the play ground because just about anything goes back there." I started to tell him I knew nothing about this bar but the music stopped just then, he led me back to our booth. When we got there, I didn't see my sister right away and then to my shock I saw her under the table with her head in Jake's lap. Wayne guided me back into my seat and as I sat there, too stunned to speak, I listened to Jake and Wayne talk basketball as my sister was sucking off her boyfriend. All of a sudden, Jake stopped talking and his eyes went glassy, I saw him put his hand under the table and then he grunted as he obviously orgasmed in my sister's mouth. June crawled out from under the table and sat meekly next to Jake. He told her to go clean up and she asked me to go with her. When we got to the ladies room, I saw what a mess she was, from the sperm in her face and hair to her wrinkles dress. Her knees were filthy from kneeling on god knew what on the barroom floor and yet she was not embarrassed at all, in fact almost proud of pleasing her man. I watched as she looked at herself in the mirror. She began to wipe the sperm off her chin with her finger and she would suck her finger clean. She saw me watching her and shrugged, "I can't help it Donna I just love his cock, I swear I can cum just when he lets me hold it and kiss the tip. He knows I'll suck him off anywhere anytime and I don't care what you think." I wondered if I could ever be turned on enough to give a man oral in a public place, the thought made a shudder go down my spine. I helped June get cleaned up as she talked nonstop about Jakes member. We left the ladies room to see Jake and Wayne waiting for us. They walked us out the backdoor, I knew I should resist that I should just go home but I kept silent as Wayne put his arm around me and walked me to his car. It was only after he closed the door that I realized my sister and Jake weren't with us. Now I had to say something but when he got in on his side, he pulled me to him and kissed me. His kiss had me on fire and I knew right then I had gone too far to turn back and I was now his to do with as he pleased. I think he knew it too as he stopped kissing me and sat up to move his seat back. He leaned back in his seat, "Go ahead take it out you know you want to." Oh and I did want to I wanted to hold it, see it, I wanted the passion that June had. There was just enough light in the parking lot that when I started at him I could see he was staring back at me. Inside his car, it was silent except for a noise that I realized was my heavy breathing. I reached for his zipper and pulled it down with a trembling hand. I know knew there was nothing I wanted more than just to hold this man's cock in my hand. I reached into his boxers to free him and then there it was right where I wanted it. I looked up to him and giggled like a school girl, "Oh he's so big; I have to hold it with two hands." I looked at my white hands around his black cock and the contrast just made my panties flood. I knew right then that my sister was right and that I would do anything to get more of Wayne's cock. I put him in my mouth and I felt the saliva run down his shaft and onto my hand. I had never liked giving oral and hadn't sucked my husband off to orgasm since our wedding night. Yet now I was craving this stranger's sperm and as I sucked him, faster I rubbed him with my hand. Wayne put his hand on my head to stop me, I thought I had bit him or somehow done something wrong. I looked up to see and he said I had better stop or I'd made him cum soon. "Oh please I want it, please give it to me." He smiled and I renewed my efforts to please him. Still when he came, it was so much and it came out so fast I couldn't keep it all down. After he was through, I found myself just like my sis as I wiped off the spilled sperm and sucked my fingers clean. It was when I leaned back in my seat that I realized I had orgasmed when he did, untouched, and in fact still fully dressed. He said he had to go and like a total slut, I asked him if I could see him again. He said he didn't think so, that he was a married man. I got out of the car feeling rejected, knowing I had lost a feeling that I would never get back. With my head down, I started walking back to my car and I almost bumped into the black man standing there. I looked up startled and saw a smile as if he knew what I wanted. He put his hand on my shoulder and gently pushed me downward. I dropped to my knees in front of him and put my hands to his zipper. Chaperone for Beach Week Dammit. We were having cocktails when we noticed that 3 of the girls we were chaperoning were not around. I knew where to go look. There was a group of college boys renting a house 2 up from us. It was "beach week." We had offered to give out our beach house for the group who were graduating from high school. So we were there with 2 other couples in our 12 bedroom house. I was probably the most sober of the moms, so I grabbed my margarita and threw on a cover up over my bikini and headed out the front door and down the street. The door at house number 3245 was unlocked and I went in. It was quiet on the main floor so I went upstairs where I knew the bedrooms and game room was. That was when I did hear the giggling and the music. I walked to a door and tapped twice and walked in. There were our 3 missing high schoolers and several college boys. They were all doing what I guess is called "body shots." All clothes were on. Nothing bad was going on but I had to get them back to our house before things did. They all looked at me and got the message immediately. They grabbed up their belongings and headed out the door. A look was all it took. The boys scattered as well. One lingered. He looked at me and assured me that it was all just fun and hanging out was all that was going on. Then he surprised me when he asked, "Are you the woman living at 3238.?" "Yes, but how would you know?" "We see you on the beach. You're pretty hot." "HOT? I'm 51!" "Well, I don't care. You have a great figure. You are a MILF" I did not quite know how to reply but I was drunk enough to totally appreciate the comments from this 23 year old who had a fabulous body. He was in swimming trunks and his chest and shoulders were sculpted and he was absolutely gorgeous with his long dark hair and dark eyes. I had to remind myself he was probably a couple years older than our oldest son. "We have margarita fixings if you want to reload" he said. Against my better judgment I took him up on the offer and topped off my drink. "Have you ever done body shots?" "WHAT! I exclaimed. I don't even know but barely what they even are!" "Do you want to know what it involves?" My slightly drunk and slightly horny self responded with a "Yes." "May I get your name before I start the educational process?" "Tana." "Ok, Tana. Lie on your back across the bed. Open your mouth for the lime." Then he poured a bit of tequila on my tummy and spread salt on to the wet area. "Are you ready for me to do one, he asked?" "Sure, I'm ready." Good gosh, I thought. Am I crazy? He poured a shot glass of tequila and placed it on my flat stomach. Then he licked the salt from my tummy, threw back the shot and then took the lime from my lips. He lingered on my lips a bit more than he should have but I was totally into it by now. "I'd like a shot too. How about returning the favor?" So I spread some tequila around his nipple, poured a shot, put salt on his chest and licked him before knocking back a shot and then sucking the lime in his lips. I leaned back on to the bed and got ready for a 2nd round. "You have some great tan lines." "Want to lick the salt from where the white skin is?" And with not another word, I hiked up my hips to allow me to slide my bikini bottom down to just above where I stopped shaving. So he once again spread tequila over my loins and salted me up. But this time he placed his hand on my inner thigh as he licked the salt. I grabbed his hand and pulled it up a bit closer to my pussy and squeezed my thighs together. He got the hint. His index finger rubbed outside my bikini bottom but over my pussy. OMG, it felt wonderful. Then I grabbed the back of his head and pulled him down to my cleavage. Pulling aside my bikini cup, I exposed a nipple. He knew what to do and took me into his mouth. I was thrusting my hips into the air as he sucked on me. Then I grabbed his hand and shoved it into my bikini bottom. I had lost all self-control. I wanted to be fingered. And that is when my heart went into my throat. I heard the click of a shutter on a camera. It was David who had come looking for me and walked into our room. "Before you ask, I've been here for a couple of minutes." Then he looked at the young man who was absolutely ready to freak out with fear. "Would you like a piece of her?" "Oh. No sir nothing like that was in my mind." "Oh bullshit. I'll ask again. Do you want to fuck my wife?" "Heck, all of my buddies and me would, sir." "Bend her over that pool table and pull that bikini bottom down" "David, I shouted. What are you saying? (Although having done this before I knew exactly where this was going) "Darling, he said, unless you want the kids and your mother to see the photos I now have, you'll do what I ask." There was no way that could happen and I was very interested in having sex with this young man, so I said nothing in return. Plus, David knew that I loved to be watched. We had done this before And with that he bent me over the pool table. His hands moved up to my bikini top and he massaged them vigorously. I felt his hardness lying between my ass cheeks as he dry humped my bottom. I reached down to my clit and with my index finger started to rub it. He was pumping me harder now and rubbing my tits harder as well. "Unhook her top," demanded my husband. And with one quick motion, my tits sprung out and then I felt the tip of his cock start to press against my pussy and with one quick thrust, he was in. "Wait! I shouted. You need a condom." "Do you have a condom young man?" asked David. "Yes, Sir. I can get one." Son, you find that condom and show up at our house at 11. We'll be waiting. And if you have a friend you would like to bring, please do." Chaperone Makes Three Penny was missing her fuck friend, Gavin, who hadn't been around to please her for over a week. She was not in an exclusive relationship with him, so she could have gone in search of someone else for release, but she'd been so busy with classes and her job that there was little time left for any serious boy-hunting. And Gavin wouldn't be back for another couple days. Even now, with the hands on her watch crawling past seven-o-clock on a surprisingly slow Saturday evening, Penny was at work in a lingerie shop in the mall. The customers had been coming through steadily throughout her shift, but not in the numbers she was used to. It probably had something to do with the near-blizzard conditions outside that had been coming and going since before the weekend. Penny had just finished helping a customer when Sharon, the bitch assistant manager, snuck up behind her. Sharon was only 42, but she seemed much older. Not because she looked old, but because she tried so hard to succeed at the impossible task of looking 20. Collagen, a little plastic surgery, and a bad taste in clothes and make-up did help make her look attractive, but only attractive for someone who appeared to be in her late fifties, and anorexic. The one thing that was undoubtedly immature about Sharon was her attitude. She yielded power like a reckless teenager, and held grudges as badly as any junior high school girl. Quite opposite of the bitch was Penny, who was no size two, or even a four, but carried the little extra weight she did have as good as anyone could. Her natural Ds looked prime to burst from the low-cut top she wore, and, this being a lingerie store, having the lacy trim of her crimson bra showing from beneath her top and framing her generous cleavage was by all means acceptable. There wasn't a client who met Penny that didn't steal a glance at her expertly displayed chest, man or woman. Her very plump, round ass would also get high marks, for it was consistently wrapped up in tight slacks or, as was the case today, a black mini-skirt. Penny was a little shorter than average, but nobody seemed to have trouble meeting her deep blue eyes. She had an adorable smile that was rarely missing, and her long, blonde hair was thick and lustrous. It was probably this natural beauty that made Sharon hate Penny from day one, and Penny wasn't the only person who suspected that. "Penelope," Sharon spat, using her full name like always, in some failed attempt to make Penny feel small. "There are two children in dressing room 7. Go take care of it." The command was generic and concise because Sharon, in order to say as little as possible to those she loathed, which was most employees, spoke in code. "Children" meant that two people, whether they were sixteen or sixty, had entered a dressing room. One of these "children" was a male, and one was a female (and in the case that two females went in, they were referred to as "little girls"). "Go take care of it," meant that Sharon believed there was some hanky-panky going on, or that there soon would be, and someone was going to have to ask one or both customers to leave the store. And today, Penny was that someone. Sharon was too full of herself to believe Penny would not do as instructed, so once the command was given, she went back to the sales floor. Penny headed to dressing room 7. Dressing room number 7 was notorious for "children" and "go take care of it" orders because of its distance from the other dressing rooms. There were seven in all, and while the first six lined a hall with three on each side, seven was at the back of the hall, alone, and around a little corner. It was also larger than the other rooms, and because of the position of the overhead speakers, the music that played, even when at lower volumes, helped drown out sounds from room 7 more than from any of the other six. Rumor was that it had once been a storage closet. Other rumors were that Sharon was pushing for it to return to a storage closet. Until that happened, there would likely always be couples going in room 7 together, utilizing it's seclusion and size to help them fulfill a fantasy of doing something naughty in a public place while wearing lingerie they didn't even own. Penny had considered buying some of the undergarments that were often left in room 7 and selling them over the Internet to horny teenagers and single loners desperate for a sniff of pussy. Penny stood outside the curtain and listened, hearing whispers and nervous giggles. One of the whispers was definitely male. "Do you need help with anything?" she asked politely. Dead silence was her response, and then a young girl's voice replied, "No. Uh, thank you." Yeah right, Penny thought. Did they really think she was that stupid? "Okay," she said, trying to hold back her smile so she sounded more professional and serious. "I just thought you should know we have a policy against couples being in the dressing rooms unsupervised. Can you open the curtain please?" Penny thought she'd get an "Okay, just a minute," as they hurried to compose themselves, but instead the curtain swung open right away, and a beautiful young woman was instantly in her face. The poor girl looked terrified. "Okay, okay, please," the girl whispered, grabbing Penny's arm and pulling her closer, drawing her into the room. The girl's eyes shifted nervously from Penny to down the hall at the entrance to the dressing room area. "We're not doing anything. I mean, we haven't done anything yet." Before she knew what was going on, Penny found herself fully in room 7 with the couple, and the girl was closing the curtain. "Did you see my mom out there?" the girl asked, frightened nearly to tears. "She has a black sweater on and a bag from Macy's." Penny didn't know how to react. "Um...no. I don't think so..." "So she didn't send you?" "No, miss. The manager—" "Oh, thank God," the girl sighed, and she collapsed onto a chair in the corner of the five by six room. There was a moment of silence, and Penny took the time to study the couple. She recognized them at once. Both had purchased things here before. The girl was actually a once a month regular, while the guy had just stopped in a few minutes ago for some perfume. Having rung up credit card purchases from both of them, she knew they were both 18, so at least they weren't actually children. Still, Penny herself was 18, though these two looked much younger. Apparently life experience really does make a difference. The guy hadn't said anything yet, but looked guilty as hell standing in the corner, hands crossed over his crotch, obviously hiding an erection. He was fully dressed—even his heavy winter coat was still on, but that didn't mean his zipper hadn't come down yet. He was thin and tall, probably average height for a guy his age, and he avoided all eye contact. He was clean-cut and cute, but evidentially very shy. This was not a troublemaker, but a kid who found himself a little in over his head. The girl had that same vibe. She didn't look like a horny slut looking to score in the dressing room for the twentieth time. She seemed like she would be a very sweet person, and her conservative clothes, all of which were still on, helped punctuate that image. She was an inch or two taller than Penny, and very thin, but not sickly like the bitch Sharon. Not that such things were indications of bad people, but neither of them had any visible tattoos or piercings. Penny didn't feel that they were here for some grand sexual adventure, and she was right. "We really didn't do anything," the girl said, almost in tears again. "We were just going to...we've been dating for a really long time, but our parents have always been with us. I mean, we've only kissed with tongues like ten times. It's awful. And then he went away to college, and this is the first time we've seen each other in over a month..." Penny felt terrible for them. She knew what it was like to be a victim of such sexual repression. Her parent's had been the same way. Fortunately, Penny had a big sister to help her learn to sneak around and have fun anyway, but apparently these two didn't have that kind of assistance. And the resulting problem with suffocating your kids was evident here: all three of them were eighteen, but Penny was the only mature adult. "And your parents are with you now?" Penny asked. "Our moms are," the girl said. "That's what makes it all so hard. Our parents are best friends. If we're together, then they come along. But we managed to get permission to walk around together, and so we came here to...well..." Penny nodded. "I understand." "Penelope?" It was bitch Sharon's voice, and she was right outside. "What's going on in there?" Penny had a very sinister thought, then gave a friendly smile to the couple. "Give me one second. Just bear with me." She then threw open the curtain. Sharon was startled, perhaps more so by the fact that everyone had their clothes on, and there was no indication of any wrong-doing. "Everything is fine here, Sharon," Penny grinned, putting the emphasis on 'Sharon'. She knew Sharon demanded to be called by her last name and title. But if Penny were too nice, Sharon would think something was up. "These two clients are very interested in a few of our newer lines, and they asked me to help them find what they needed." Sharon pulled Penny aside and whispered in her ear, though she made sure her voice was still loud enough for the couple to hear. "They look a little young, don't they?" "They're both 18," Penny confirmed. "And they have money to spend." This time Penny put the emphasis on money, indicating to Sharon that these two "children" had loaded parents who gave generous allowances. "Obviously their parents wouldn't want to be using that money on lingerie," Penny continued, "so they came back here so they won't be seen. So we can do business without having to worry about being exposed on the sales floor." It was a genius move. Though a bitch, Sharon was not a prude. She didn't care if these two had sex—she just didn't want it in her store. So selling them lingerie was by all means acceptable. And the fact that Sharon was a greedy cunt who would sell air to homeless people if she could find an assistant to do the dirty work didn't hurt, either. If helping these kids sneak lingerie past their parents meant money in the register, she was all for it. And Penny knew this. And Sharon knew that Penny knew this. There was no need for further debate. "Take your time," Sharon said, then gave a fake smile to the couple and walked away. Once the bitch was out of sight, Penny walked back into the room and closed the curtain "All right," she said, smiling. "I bought you maybe fifteen minutes. But whatever you do, you're going to have to be quiet, and...well...I'll have to be in here with you. I can turn around and face the corner so I don't see anything, but I can't plug my ears because I have to listen in case the manager comes back." Penny knew it wasn't the best opportunity, but is was all she could manage. This couple obviously wanted to be alone for some real exploration, but they wouldn't do it with a stranger in the room with them. Penny figured, since even kissing would be a big deal, that they would just make out for a couple minutes and maybe a little groping. She sensed their initial disappointment and hesitation, but she also saw how grateful they were for her help. Since the initial plan didn't actually include trying anything on, the girl had simply grabbed a pair of panties and a bra and brought them in, not even checking the size. But for the charade to work, they would need more garments—and more expensive garments—than those two pieces. She explained this, then grabbed the guys' hand and led him out of the room. From this point on, the two could never be fully alone, or Sharon would notice. Penny took the kid quickly through the store, picking up several garments along the way. She asked the guy, who told her his name was Kevin, what he liked and didn't like, what colors his girlfriend liked, etc. etc. She also grabbed a catalogue, which, if Sharon believed they were looking through it, would buy them a little extra time. When Penny and Kevin returned to room 7, she gave the pile of lingerie to the girl, who introduced herself as Beth. Though Penny could have gotten away with chaperoning Kevin and Beth as she changed in front of him, she decided to keep Kevin outside at first. She figured that he'd never seen Beth naked, and it would be sexier if the first time he saw her like that, she was wearing something special and taking it off for him. So she had him wait outside, but went in herself to help Beth with the first lingerie she'd probably ever worn. With a little prodding, Penny helped Beth decide to go all out: a sexy but playful blue miracle bra for Beth's already full, C-cup breasts, and a matching blue garter belt and stockings. The color went great with Beth's blue eyes, which were almost the exact shade as Penny's, and it provided a nice contrast with her long, dark brown hair. Anyone would look good in this getup, but Beth would be a knockout. Penny was not a lesbian, but she found herself very excited to this pretty young thing trying the outfit on. Beth removed her coat, shoes, and socks, then pulled off her sweater, revealing those lush breasts already looking wonderful in a generic beige bra. She had a flat tummy and beautiful, ivory skin; things most girls would envy, even someone as comfortable with themselves as Penny was. Next, Beth wriggled out of her jeans, and Penny was impressed by how good her hips and ass looked, even in a bland pair of panties. It was going to be simply incredible when she was wearing no panties at all, just the blue garter belt. This was not sexual lust Penny was experiencing, but merely feminine admiration. Beth was girl who could be as sexy as the models whose pictures were plastered all over the store, but she didn't need the make-up, the airbrushing, or the expensive underwear to do it. As she undressed, Penny gave her a few helpful tips on love-making, and among them was this gem: "If a guy gets you excited, he better be prepared to get you off." Beth laughed nervously. Standing there half naked, Beth hesitated when she reached behind to unclasp her bra, and Penny suddenly realized why. She turned around and faced the corner, allowing her client to fully disrobe. It would only take Beth a few seconds to put on the bra and stockings, and then Penny could help her with the garter belt. Outside, Kevin paced impatiently, always checking over his shoulder to see if his mom was poking her head in. So far, so good. On the other side of the curtain, things had been quiet, and then... "Kevin, you can come in," came Beth's voice. The curtain opened, Kevin stepped in, and the curtain closed again behind him. His jaw about hit the floor. His innocent little Beth had never looked sexier. Her cleavage was deep and exaggerated by her bra, which only seemed to hold about half of her large breasts. Her excited nipples were apparent as they poked from under the fabric. Her stockings made her legs seem like they went on forever, and the garter belt added a particularly exciting sexuality to the moment. The blue drew his eyes to the garments, but the white of her skin drew it back to her. It was a sensual overload. Kevin had seen Beth in a two-piece swimsuit once before, but this was different. First, his parent's weren't at the pool with them, and second, he knew he could, and would, touch her this time. His penis felt hot as it grew hard and massive. And this was before he even registered that she wasn't wearing any panties. His eyes had been so busy taking everything in at once, that he unintentionally skipped over the little dark patch of hair between her legs. Once he identified it, though, Kevin just about lost his mind, and his load. "Holy shit!" he whispered excitedly. Penny was beside Beth, happily watching his reaction. She was amazed that this shy girl was being so cool about being half naked with a stranger in the room, but apparently that's what happens when someone gets horny enough. Nothing else matters. But something did matter, because neither Kevin nor Beth had yet to make the next move. They didn't know what to do, and just stood there, smiling like dope heads at each other. Both of them were visibly shaking, and Beth must have been dizzy, because she grabbed the wall for support. "You can kiss, now," Penny whispered, hoping they hadn't fallen into respective comas. "You look so beautiful," Kevin stammered. Beth blushed. Then Kevin stepped to her, placed his trembling hands just above her hips, and held her gently against him. They kissed, lightly on the lips at first, but it quickly grew into a fierce wrestling of tongues until soon they were practically mauling each other. Like any inexperienced kissers, they were not quite in sync, and bumped noses often, but their tongues never stopped touching. Their animal lust was finally being released. Penny found herself in a trance as she watched them, remembering what it was like to kiss like that for the first time. Her own nipples were hardening, and she felt moistness between her legs. It never occurred to her to look away to the corner, and her new friends were too busy to ask her—If they even remembered she was there. Penny watched as the couple's hands explored each other excitedly, finally settling on each other's asses. Kevin squeezed Beth's sexy cheeks, spreading them, and she ground her hips against him in response. As promised, they were being quiet, but they were also breathing heavily, bordering on hyperventilating, when Kevin finally broke the silence. "Can I lick you down there?" Beth couldn't find the words to answer, so she just smiled and nodded. Penny was still too engrossed to look away. She couldn't believe they were doing this with her right there. They paid her no attention, as if she didn't even exist, and yet they were only a foot and a half away. Forget moist. Penny was dripping with excitement. Beth sat down in the chair and gingerly spread her legs, granting access to her furry pussy. Kevin kneeled at the foot of the chair and put his hands on her thighs, curling his fingers under the edge of the stockings. Penny watched, unblinking, as he then leaned forward and gave Beth's muff a tender kiss. Beth reacted instantly, her body jerking and stiffening. Penny did the same, and she discovered that her hand was inadvertently touching her own chest. Next, Kevin slipped a hand in beside his face and, as his tongue grew bolder and began licking Beth's wet lips, one of his fingers began gently probing between them. Beth began gasping for breath as she writhed in the chair, finding it impossible to keep from moving her legs, her arms, her hips. She gripped the arms of the chair so tightly the wood could have splintered, and her teeth threatened to do the same thing to each other as they mashed together. Penny knew she shouldn't be watching, but they hadn't asked her to stop, and she had no intention of doing so until they did. Her own breathing was more than irregular, and she undid the top two buttons of her blouse to try and cool herself down. Her breasts, though still contained in the bra, were pushing further through her blouse and into view. Needless to say, undoing a couple buttons didn't help, as it only made her hotter knowing that more of herself was revealed to the strangers, had they cared to look. Back at the chair, Kevin was licking Beth even more eagerly, though he had seemed top have given up using his finger. His other hand, meanwhile, was cupping Beth's right breasts and squeezing. Penny, aware of the time that had passed and the little that would be left before Sharon became suspicious, decide to help him along. Chaperone Makes Three She tapped Beth lightly on the shoulder, getting the attention from her glossed-over eyes. "Do you want me to help you take off your bra?" Beth nodded, sat up and Penny unhooked it, then slid it off the girl and dropped it aside. A surge of sexual lust rolled through Penny's body as she saw Kevin grasp Beth's naked tit for the first time. The nipples were red and fat and hard, and with Kevin's hand already on one, Beth herself, grabbed the other and started playing with it. Next, Penny bent down to whisper in Kevin's ear. "Do you want me to help you find her clitoris?" Kevin gave Beth's pussy a long, wet lick, then looked up at Penny, his eyes wide and his face smeared with Beth's juices. He nodded a silent 'yes'. Penny took Kevin's free hand and guided his finger to Beth's erect little bud. "Be gentle," Penny warned, then she let him go and backed away. Whether or not he was gently, Penny couldn't be sure, but he was definitely working it. If Beth was going crazy before, she was a maniac now, thrashing and bucking in the chair as Kevin rubbed her clit with his finger and licked it with his tongue. Beth's chest grew flush, and with the heat radiating off her own body, Penny knew she was probably just as red. Unable to help herself, Penny reached under her skirt and began massaging her own clit through her soaking panties. Suddenly, Beth sat erect in the chair and opened her mouth to scream. Penny knew this was her orgasm and it was going to be big. She'd never expected these two to go this far, so she hadn't prepared a way to stifle the sound of an uncontrollable climax. She could tell Beth was resisting as best she could, but it was a losing battle. With no time to think, Penny simply react with instinct, stepping over to Beth and pushing her chest into the girl's face. This was not a sexual technique, but just a mindless tactic to stifle the scream that would doom them all. Penny had even forgotten her blouse was undone and her breasts were somewhat exposed, as it had been her intention to have the girl shout into the fabric of said blouse. Instead, Beth found herself with a face full of cleavage formed by a silky red bra, and though she didn't expect it, she was glad it was there to muffle her screams. What Penny's bust didn't muffle, the music and Beth's own shred of control did, so that the only non-involved person who could have heard the orgasm would have had to have been listening for it. Once she calmed down, Beth lifted her head and Penny backed away, both realizing it was a mistake, but a helpful one. Kevin was apparently too engrossed to have even noticed, for he was still licking the inside of Beth's thighs and slurping on her lips. Standing against the wall, Penny found that Beth had inadvertently drooled in her cleavage, but she didn't have enough control of herself to wipe it off. She had to keep one hand on the wall to keep her from falling, and another hand on her pussy so she could cum before she went nuts. It took a couple minutes before she finally calmed down enough to be coherent again. Even Kevin had taken a break, and they both watched Penny, who was oblivious that she was now the one with an audience. She had closed her eyes as she tried fingering herself without causing too much of a scene, but a scene she definitely was. "You can take you skirt off," Beth said, alerting Penny to the prying eyes. Penny froze and quickly ceased her masturbation. "What?' "If it makes it easier for you," Beth said. "You should take your skirt off. We don't mind. We know how it feels." There were a million reasons for Penny to ignore that suggestion, but she was far too horny to listen to any of them. Instead her skirt came off, showing her sopping wet panties, and the remaining buttons on her blouse were undone. Her breasts, clad in bra, spilled into view, and both Kevin and Beth widened their eyes at the size and perfection of them. Penny tried to ignore their stares as she slipped her hand down her panties and melted as she finally inserted a finger into herself. "Oh, fuck..." she gasped. "Now let me see you," came Beth's voice. Penny looked at her, seeing that she had already moved on, and was now eyeing the noticeable bulge in Kevin's pants. Kevin unzipped himself. "Are you kidding?" Penny asked, bewildered. "We have time, right?" Kevin asked, sounding desperate and hopeful. No, Penny thought, but she said, "You've never sucked a cock, have you? And you've never been sucked?" Both of them answered with shakes of their heads. "Oh, fuck," Penny panted, slipping in a second finger and fucking herself faster. "Just be quick." On cue, Kevin's full erection made its debut at that instant, springing from his pants and pointing toward Beth, still in the chair. Penny was impressed with his size, considering his body wasn't very big to begin with. But she also noticed that his cock was purple and absolutely throbbing. She didn't have to worry about speed. This poor guy was going to explode if so much as a stiff wind touched him. It was a good thing, too, because Beth looked at the cock with a mix of lust and fear, but mostly fear. Kevin had taken a step closer to her, but Beth hadn't moved. "Aren't you going to suck it?" Penny demanded through gritted teeth. They really were pushing their luck on the time limit. "Penelope? How are things coming along?" It was Sharon's voice. She wasn't close, probably at the entrance to the dressing room area, but this development definitely put a wrench in things. If Kevin were going to cum, it'd have to be now. "Yeah, we're almost finished," Penny answered, hoping that would buy her another couple minutes. Penny pulled her fingers from herself, dropped to her knees and spoke gently to Beth. "You scared?" Beth nodded, red with embarrassment. "Don't worry. Everyone is at first. And this isn't the most ideal situation. But Kevin understands, right Kevin?" Kevin nodded, but he looked like he was in pain. Penny understood. "You don't need a blowjob, do you Kevin? You just want to cum." "I need to cum..." he groaned. "That's it." "You can do the rest later when you have more time, right?" Penny asked Beth. Beth nodded, still looking frightened and embarrassed. Then, "But it's not fair to him...he tasted me." "And do you want to taste him?" Another nod, this one quick and firm. "Then lean forward and open your mouth," Penny instructed. Beth did as she was told, until her open mouth was around the very tip of Kevin's cock, but no part of him touched her. "Now grab his testicles." Beth did, gently. "You feel how warm and big and heavy they are?" Beth nodded. "Now grab his dick." Beth carefully wrapped her fingers around the base of Kevin's shaft. "Hold it firmly," Penny said, leaning closer. "And then stick out your tongue....and lick Kevin's cock." Beth did just as she was instructed, bathing the sensitive underside of Kevin's engorged hard-on with her saliva-coated tongue. But Kevin was bucking and grunting and orgasming before she even touched him. Penny's words and the anticipation of what he knew was coming were too much to bear. Penny stood up, standing shoulder to shoulder with Kevin to give Beth some space. "Now jerk him, Beth. Jerk his cock fast." Beth did. "Oh God, oh God!" Kevin growled, managing to keep his voice quiet. And then he bucked hard, and though Beth's mouth was not on him, and her tongue touched only the tip of his dick, she wanted him to cum in her mouth. And because Beth's mouth was open, both Kevin and Penny could see every thick squirt of the hot semen spill onto Beth's tongue and shoot down her throat. Tentative as she was, Beth didn't miss a drop, but gulped the jizz down noisily. Suddenly Penny felt a hand on her own, and when she realized it was Kevin that had grabbed her, she feared that he might be trying to turn this into a threesome, now. Before she could pull away, though, Kevin directed her hand to her own pussy, and then he let go. Penny got the message, and she was thankful he remembered her during this crucial moment. He wanted Penny to remember her own needs, and she watched string after string of hot cum blast into Beth's hungry mouth, Penny realized just how close she really was. Her legs started to buckle as she pushed her panties aside and shoved in two fingers, then rubbed at her clit with her thumb. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head, and she collapsed against the wall, then slid to the floor, keeping her legs spread and her fingers inside herself. She was climaxing, and she didn't care that Kevin and Beth were there to witness it. In fact, Penny was still on the floor, shuddering from orgasm even as the couple began redressing and composing themselves. She didn't come back to reality until Kevin began talking to her. "I heard your tips when I was waiting out there," he said. "You said, 'If a guy gets you excited, he better be prepared to get you off'. And, well, I thought that was the best I could do for you without getting, you know, carried away and..." He trailed off, looking lovingly to Beth. "Thank you," Penny said, slowly rising to her feet. Amazingly, by the time Penny stood, Beth had already changed back into her clothes. These two weren't about to wait around and get caught. "So when my manager asks why you didn't purchase anything, what are you going to say?" Penny asked. "Oh, we'll purchase everything," Beth smiled. "You were right. We actually do have rich parents who give big allowances." Beth then said she would purchase the lingerie, but would leave it here and hopefully find a way to pick it up without her mom knowing. Penny offered to take it to Beth's house, which is how the girls came to exchange phone numbers. A sale was a sale, Penny thought, and this one would end up being almost a thousand dollars. The couple grabbed their clothes, and rushed off to the register, thanking Penny profusely. Penny, meanwhile, still needed to get her bearings. She was still without her skirt, and her blouse remained open. Her hair was disheveled, and she was sweating. Worst of all, she was still incredibly horny. The orgasm had been a helpful release, but she was far too turned on to concentrate on anything else but sexual satisfaction. She worried about what she would do. Then came Sharon's voice. "You're actually getting something accomplished," she said from the dressing room area entrance. That was her congratulations for a thousand dollar receipt. The bitch. Then, "I have a gentleman out here who wants help picking out a bath robe for his mother. I thought you might want to help him find something in the catalogue." Penny, her half-exposed chest still heaving, her panties soaked and bringing to the room the powerful smell of sex, smiled devilishly. "Send him in." * FOR MORE STORIES featuring Penny, check out Watch and Learn, Meeting the Sister, and The Party Crash Girls. Chaperone Mom I work at an accounting firm where there are mostly male employees. I get more than my fare share of men flirting with me even though they know I am married. My name is Tiffany and I am 23, and I keep in very good shape due to working out regularly and good genetics. I am 5 ft. 6 with auburn hair, long legs, and a natural 36 D chest. I love to show off by wearing skirts and tight tops or tops that reveal a fair amount of cleavage, much to my husband, Jeff's dismay. He argues that I should dress more professionally at work but I tell him not to worry about it. Jeff tries to play the authoritative male, but we both know I am the one in charge. I get a lot of what I want from my husband using my pussy. Some women might say it's wrong to use sex to get what you want. My argument is I get everything I want from my husband using sex, or rather the threat of withholding it so why stop? He must have pussy and I know this so the threat of him not getting any makes Jeff do anything I ask. Even though I dress sexy at work, my husband knows I've always been faithful to him and it's just fun to show off and flirt occasionally. He doesn't know how much I flirt or how much fun it is for me turning on my male co-workers, but some things are better left unsaid. Recently a new guy started working at my firm and that had me worried. See, I have this weakness for macho, cocky guys that know how to take charge and this new guy, Mack was just that type. From the day he started, he began hitting on me, trying to seduce me. The fact that I was married didn't deter him at all. As a matter of fact, I think it turned him on more to know that I was married. I can see that. The slut wife fantasy is big for a lot of men. It turns out I was right because soon after he started I began hearing stories about how he had fucked Susan Troyer. She is a woman I don't know very well, but I know she is married and has never seemed the type to do anything crazy. She always struck me as the conservative, prim housewife. That was how she portrayed herself at work anyway. I also overheard other female co-workers talking about what a stud he is. He just started working here and already there's rumors floating around. One morning I was in the coffee room getting something to help me wake up for the work day when Mack walks in. I was facing away from the door, where the coffee was, and I could feel his presence even before he said a word. I could imagine his view of my ass in a short skirt that went down to about mid-thigh and my perky ass staring right back at him. "Morning Mack," I said with only a quick glance behind me. I wanted him to know he didn't have an affect on this married co-worker. "I came in here to get something to wake me up. I sure found what I was looking for." he said walking up really close behind me. He was so close, I could feel his breath on the back of my neck, but otherwise, he hadn't touched me. I was use to this sort of behavior from him. The truth is that it turns me on because he is so sexy. His cocky attitude makes him think he turns me on and I was trying hard to not let him know he was right. "Pour me a cup of coffee." he said. Normally I don't like being ordered around, but with Mack, I just started pouring. This was when I felt something touch my ass very gently. I turned around quickly to stop the contact, but under the pretext of handing him his coffee. It was then I noticed what was touching my ass had now moved to just above my pussy. It was his erection pushing out the front of his slacks. It looked huge, but I remained calm and took it in stride. "Why do you keep pushing me Mack? I told you I'm not interested, so you should try someone else." I said while standing my ground. "I've had others, but I still want you. You're the hottest woman here and all I want is what's between your legs." I was use to this kind of talk from him. "I already told you I'm married and I won't cheat on Jeff." "I can tell you are interested in me by the way you haven't moved away from my dick poking you." He was right. I was trying to play it cool, but I liked the feel of his hardness there. Knowing that I turned him on this much made me wet. I could feel my panties start to get wet the second I turned around and faced that dick from the front. "Fine Mack. So it feels nice, but I'm not going to bend over for you because of it." I can't believe I had said that, but I was turned on and decided to have fun with it. "Just go out with me once Tiffany. I can't promise you I won't try anything, but nothing has to happen that you don't want." I was worried because I wanted a lot to happen, but I didn't remain faithful to Jeff for 3 years by putting myself in bad situations. "There's no point in going out with you. Nothing could come of it because I am married." "That's never stopped me before. I'll tell you what. We'll make it a double date. You bring a friend and I'll bring a friend if it'll make you feel more comfortable. Just once and I'll leave you alone after that." "Just one double date and you'll leave me alone? No more asking me out or trying to feel me up at the office?" "I promise. This Saturday, we go out and that'll be the end of it." I thought about it for a second and then thought of the perfect to beat him at his own game. "You've got a deal." I said, thinking I had the perfect idea for a double-date partner. Before going home that evening, I called my mother Maggie to tell her I needed her to go on a date with me. My mother is 43 but looks like she is in her mid thirties. She is a sexy woman because she gets just as many stares from men as I do. Despite her being hot, she always dresses classy, usually in a knee-length skirt and snug fitting, but non-revealing tops. She would be the perfect person to go on my double-date because with her there, there's no way things could get out of hand. How could I possibly do something wrong with my own mother there? I stopped by her place on the way home to talk to her more about my situation. After explaining what's been going on at work (leaving out a lot of details) I told mom how I wanted her to go out with me on the double-date. "So you see mom, if you do this for me then he'll leave me alone and I won't have to deal with him anymore." "Okay dear. If you think this is the best way to keep him off of you, then I'll do it." "That's great mom. Thank you so much. I don't know what I'm going to tell Jeff though. What will you tell dad?" "I won't tell him anything. I'll say I'm going out with you. He's going out with friends this Saturday so he won't even notice I'm gone. Tell Jeff you and I are having a night out, just the two of us." The next day I told Mack that we could go out that Saturday and I gave him the address to my mother's house where he could pick us up. Mom said it would be alright since dad wasn't going to be home anyway. The rest of the week went by uneventfully. I think Mack left me well enough alone because I had agreed to go out with him that weekend. When I showed up at mom's place I had on a black mini-skirt that went a little above the knees and a white blouse that was semi-transparent with black satin panties and a matching bra on underneath. You could clearly see the bra beneath the shirt and it was all the better for me. I thought I would dress sexy to tease Mack, showing him what he is never going to get. I was getting excited driving to mother's just with the thought of all the fun I was going to have teasing him. Even though I knew I was dressing to show off my assets, I wasn't wearing anything I wouldn't wear to work. It was nothing too daring. Of course, ask my husband and he thinks I shouldn't wear transparent tops or skirts that don't reach the knees. When I reached my mom's house, I was in for a surprise. "Mom, what are you wearing? You're supposed to be here to make sure I don't get out of hand. It looks like I'm going to have to watch out for you!" I said with a smile. She was wearing a mid-thigh plaid skirt with a tight checkered sweater and black Mary-Jane shoes. My own mother dressed up in a school girl outfit. "Mom likes to dress up and have a good time every once in a while too." She said. "Does dad know you're going out dressed like that?" "What fun is it if I can't do things behind his back occasionally?" she said with a sly smile. Just then, Mack pulled up and mom and I got in. Mack's friend is named Andrew and he looked every bit as sexy as Mack did. I was lucky I brought mom along, I thought, otherwise I might be in serious trouble. Up until now I hadn't told Mack the friend I would bring along on our double date would be my mother. I thought I would let him in on this now as a way of letting him know not to expect to get lucky with me tonight. "Mack, Andrew, this is my mother, Maggie." They both smiled from ear to ear. Apparently they didn't care she was my mother and I'm sure the way she was dressed helped put them at ease also. Andrew said, "You can join me in the backseat Maggie. I love the way you look. Very hot!" I was surprised by his boldness since they'd just met but even more surprised when mom was getting in. Andrew held the door open for her and as she slid in, because her skirt is so short, a shot of her white panties was difficult to miss. I got in the passenger seat with Mack and off we went to a club. I couldn't hear what was being said in the back because of the music playing on the radio and talking to Mack on the ride there, but I could here occasional laughter so it sounded like mom was fine. I let Mack put his hand on my leg part of the way on the drive, thinking I would be a little naughty. I could occasionally hear giggling coming from the backseat, and only participated in there conversation when they spoke to me. The rest of the time, I have to admit I was having fun flirting with Mack. At the club, Mack was very touchy and I must admit I didn't do much to slow him down. I was enjoying the attention and I also saw mom being very open to Andrew. I saw them dancing and at one point while all four of us were out there, I was sure I saw Andrew with his hand rubbing one of her tits. It was difficult to tell because it was a slow song and they were close together. Afterwards, I was sure I didn't see what I thought I did. After only a few hours, we all decided to leave the club. "Let's take these ladies out to the lookout spot. It's always a nice view out there." said Andrew. I wasn't sure, but everyone seemed to like the idea of a lookout, including mom, so I said okay. When we got in the car, Mack put his hand on my knee again while we drove. I let him do this since he had done it on the ride up. After a bit I felt his hand casually slide up my soft thigh. "You can stop your hand right there Mack." I said out loud to sway him. I had a smile so he knew I wasn't mad, but wanted him to know his limits. "Where can he stop his hand, honey? Is he being inappropriate with you Tiffany?" mom asked. "He's moving his hand up my thigh mother. He shouldn't do things like that with a lady, especially with her mother nearby." I said still smiling. Mack was glancing through the rearview mirror when he said, "You're not going to get mad at me, are you Maggie? Can you blame me sitting in a car with a babe like this?" Mom said, "Every guy has to try and get some pussy on a date, honey. I thought you would know that by now." Followed by a giggle. I was surprised she was talking like this. I glanced back and saw her cuddled up next to Andrew and he had his hand in her half under her sweatshirt where I could see he was fondling my mom's boob while she had her hand in his lap. I couldn't see what she was doing because it was dark, but Andrew was smirking at me in a way I didn't like. "Listen to Maggie" Mack said. "I think she knows more about dating than you would. Besides, she is your mom." I turned my attention back to Mack and said, "She said you could try. That didn't mean I had to let you." But he knew I was already turned on at this point. My panties were definitely wet by this point. They were wet since we were in the club when I saw Andrew and my mom making out while he was openly feeling her up in a crowded club. "You don't have to let them, but at least show him a little panty. Maybe a peek, couldn't hurt. There's no better way to keep a stud interested than a panty-flash." Said Maggie from the back. I could definitely hear rustling in the back, but I didn't want to turn around so I could keep attention on Mack and what he was doing with his hand. I wondered if mom was giving Andrew a good panty show at that time though. "I told you. Mother knows best. What do you say Andy?" Mack said with a smile into the rearview mirror. "Mmmhh! Uuuhhh!" was Andrew's only reply from the back. I thought I would play along at this point. Besides I was having a lot of fun teasing so I said "Fine. I'll show you, but your hand still stays where it is. Look, but don't touch!" I warned. I lifted my skirt slowly showing him my bikini panties hoping he couldn't see the wetness that seeped into them. "Black panties. And they're so small. I could rip through those with the hard-on you just gave me." He said in a deep voice. "Ooohhhh!" Andy moaned from the back. He must be able to see my bikini panties as well I thought even though I wasn't going to turn around now. I had noticed Mack's erection before. It was difficult to miss and he was showing it off anyway, but to draw attention to it myself would show how hot I was. Since he had pointed it out, there was no point in not looking now. "You probably could. These are thin panties and your dick looks really hard, but that won't happen. That's one reason why mom is here. To make sure that will never happen" I said with my skirt still hiked up to my hips. "I think I should get a little feel at least. Besides, I don't think Maggie would really mind anyway, would you Maggie?" "Mmmmmmm." I heard some strange sound. "You could loosen up a little honey. Besides, look at the hard-on you gave him. The least you can do is help him out with that monster. A little feel wouldn't be too bad." "You can't be serious mother!" I said while turning back just in time to see her sink her mouth down Andrew's very large cock. "MOM! What the hell are you doing?" With that, she gave one hard suck coming off, making that popping sound again. She glanced over and we locked eyes. She gave a naughty 'just got caught' smirk and said, "What's wrong honey? Are you surprised your mother knows how to suck cock?" while keeping a constant stroking with one hand on the shiny, wet cock. To be continued...