1 comments/ 21855 views/ 14 favorites Exporoni Goes to the Mall By: Exporoni Yesterday my son, Michael and I were laughing about the time, many years ago; I took him shopping with me to Crossroads Mall, located in south Oklahoma City. I had specifically gone there to buy some crotchless pantyhose at Fredrick's of Hollywood. I know it is not as upscale or as classy as Victoria Secret but I also knew that their dressing rooms were cubicles with curtains and it seemed there was always some hapless and embarrassed husband sitting in front of the dressing rooms waiting for their wife. I dragged Michael, who was 18, into the store and parked him next to a skinny little middle-aged guy waiting for his BBW as she tried on some 'sexy' clothes. Of course, as usual, I did not close the curtains completely, making sure to leave a very revealing 'gap' that allowed both men to watch as I changed clothes. It seems most women trying on clothes at Victoria Secret or Frederick's don't come out and model or look in the three-way mirror, I guess because most of the clothing is so naughty and iway too revealing for public review. Not only did I leave the curtains parted about four or five inches but I also came out and modeled three or four sheer little see-thru negligees and two or three swim suits for my son (and his "friend"). I tried to pick clothes that would slowly build up to a GRAND REVEAL. I first tried on some pretty risqué items, exposing plenty of flesh but no actual nipples or genitalia; but lots of skin, exposing plenty of my cleavage, a lot of my breasts and thighs and buttocks, even a few wisps of pubic hair peeking out from one high-cut negligee. It was SOOOO funny, I thought the poor guys eyes were going to POP out of his skull. The first swimming suit I tried on was not a thong but was definitely cut very high on my hips and the thin material of the bra barely covered the dark circles of my aureolas. I stood directly in front of Michael and asked if he liked it, while smiling at the little man next to him. I stepped in front of the triple mirror and adjusted the bottoms and tops. Pulling and tugging at the suit as I gave them both little peeks. The last swimming suit that I tried on even made me a little hesitant to walk out and model; it was a true thong!! The small string ran snugly between my tight butt cheeks and just at the bottom of my vagina it fanned out reaching almost to the top of my pussy. The thin material was no more than 2 inches at its widest and left the sides of my puffy pussy lips exposed. The brassiere was an unlined off-white material that was OBVIOUSLY not made for swimming! My ultra-hard nipples stood out like beacons and the sheerness allowed for every bump on my aureolas to be clearly seen. I first checked myself out in the dressing room mirror and decidied "WTF" this was why we were here. I pulled the bottoms up tightly between my pussy lips, making the cloth disappear as my fat lips wrapped around it, leaving only the thin waist string emerging from the top of my CUNT, wrapping around my waist then disappearing between my butt cheeks and my completely exposed ass. I pulled open the dressing room curtains with a bit of a flourish, timing it so his wife was still in her dressing room and walked out. Only this time when I walked out, instead of talking to Michael, I strutted" out and stood in front of his new "friend". Smiling at him with my sexiest look, I slowly turned, letting his eyes trail up and down every inch of my body as I posed. I stepped to the 3-way mirror and twirled acting as if I was a Sports Illustrated Swimsuit model as I giggled and flirted with him. I heard his wife bellow something from her dressing room and he sat there, totally unaware that she had even addressed him. She called to him again and he got up and handed her an enormous bright red negligee complete with furry trim, his eyes never once leaving me. As he sat back down I walked over in front of him and while standing only a foot or two from him, I hunched my pelvis forward, pushing my crotch up at him, as if offering my pussy to him and asked if he thought this swim suit shows too much. OMG! I was virtually bottomless, my pussy lips were completely exposed and as I pushed my crotch towards him and pulled the thin cord around my waist even tighter, I saw the thin string slip to one side of my CLITORIS and suddenly it popped out from between my lips. I had become so excited that I swear I could see myself throbbing, I found myself speechless as I stood there thrusting my swollen purple CLITORIS at him. The devil in me took over and I could not resist and pinched my little man, squeezing it like a small penis as I obscenely pretended to jack off. The entire time I stared at him, watching him, watching him reach to his lap and adjust his now HARD cock. I licked my lips and mouthed, "Touch it" as I hunched my CLIT at him. Again, "Touch it." Again, "Touch it." As I stepped closer, my legs were touching his. Blocking his view, I could tell he was nervous, expecting his wife to catch him at any second. I didn't move, only slowly, seductively hunching my CUNT at him as if I was fucking. I continued fondling my pussy with one hand and with the other; I reached to my thin bra and pulled both sides away, exposing my erect nipples. He did not know where to look as I massaged my breast, pinching and pulling on my nipple I asked him if he liked this swimming suit and he nodded his head, seemingly dazed as he watched me, spreading my feet apart as I pulled the string between my legs to the side of my pussy lips and found my hole with my finger. I was wet, sopping wet and I easily slid two fingers inside as I finger-fucked my wet hole. I could easily see his erection, sticking up past the waistband of his jeans only his shirt covering it as I asked him to show it to me. He sat there, his hand covering his cock. I asked him again to let me see it and first leaning to one side and looking at the dressing rooms then furtively looking side to side, he slowly pulled his shirt tail out and let me see his swollen cock head sticking well above his belt. He quickly covered himself but I insisted, again, let me see it. This time he completely pulled his shirt tail out of his jeans and then, to my surprise he unfastened his belt, only to buckle it two or three notches looser. His jeans were now looser as he hooked both thumbs in the waist band and tugged down, exposing another three or four inches of his erection. This time he let me look and I knew why, he had a BIG DICK! Maybe about seven inches and his cock head was beautiful, only a hair smaller than a golf ball, I could see his cloudy pre-cum oozing out as he looked down, admiring himself. Okay! Now we are in a Fredrick's of Hollywood retail store on a Saturday afternoon. Maybe Crossroads Mall was not the most popular place to shop but it was the only major mall on the south side of Oklahoma City. Plus, there were sales clerks, maybe another four of five people shopping, and the dang store was just not that big and I was virtually naked, save for a few "strings" wrapped around me and here I was, MASTURBATING in front of a stranger. Deeply finger-fucking my naked pussy, giving this dude one of the most obscene lap dances while he sat there with his big cock exposed I was in a trance at the possibility of him shooting his WAD. Wait, don't forget about his BBW, wedged inside one of the dressing rooms a mere ten or so feet away!! I kept hearing a little voice, a soft voice, somewhere off in the distance. I was too much into it and was pretty focused on CUMMING for this fucker as I began to breathe deeper and harder as I grinded my fingers deeply inside my fuck-hole. "Mom." "Mom." "Mom." The voice was my son, Michael, trying to keep me out of jail as he kept trying to bring me back to reality. I stepped closer, one foot between his legs and as I straddled him, I felt my pussy juice begin to run down my leg. I stared at his cock. I could make him CUM for me. The pre-cum seeping out of his cock head became cloudier almost like SEMEN as he rubbed up and down on the fabric of his jeans. More and more of his creamy goo oozed out. I was about to lose it, I was having mini-spasms as little waves of my CLIMAX rolled over me..... Then suddenly she bellowed again and again. She wanted Harold's opinion; she wanted him to look at HER. He seemed to come to immediately, springing to his feet like a Jack-in-the-Box, bumping into me and knocking me off balance. I reached out and grabbed his waist to steady myself, just as he reached for my wrists. It took only a split second and I did not have time to think as I bent forward and found the swollen head of his dick, and wrapping my lips around him, I engulfed him with my mouth, forcing the waist band of his jeans even lower as I tried to get as much of him as I could. She called for him again, but he didn't care as I sucked him and made him CUM... Thick and warm, he filled my mouth as I repeatedly swallowed, being careful not to get his goo on his jeans. He tried to pull his jeans lower as he emptied his sac into my mouth. I felt someone behind me, pulling me away as I sucked for every last drop and when I finally released his meat from my lips I realized it was my son pulling me away and pushing me inside the dressing room. Alone in the small cubicle I looked at myself in the full-length mirror. I was naked... My breasts exposed, the strings of the bra hanging loosely around my neck. The thong bottoms were nowhere to be seen, apparently having fallen off sometime during my little exhibition. I heard voices outside and peeking through the now closed curtains, I saw Michael talking to one of the sales clerk while off to the side and behind them were some of the customers that apparently had also witnessed my show. I did not see Harold. Then I heard HER voice. She was still trying on sexy clothes for Harold.