0 comments/ 194884 views/ 11 favorites The Ladies of the Mall By: mangrove jack Tom was bored. His mother had asked him to help the ladies auxiliary of the schools parents and citizens committee conduct their fashion parade. He had agreed and then found that he was the only male student to do so. Mrs Turnbull from the local franchise of Victoria’s Secret was supplying the clothes. The schools younger mothers were acting as models. A sprinkling of older mature women was added to help swell the crowd. Tom was upset because the parade was to be on a Saturday night with rehearsals after school. “Another fucking weekend shot to pieces,” he grumbled as he rode his old Harley Davidson down to local 5 star Hotel where the parade was to be held. The bike was his pride and joy. His father had been a top rider and ran the local auto accessory shop. Tom who had for years helped out at the shop on Saturday mornings was given the restored Harley for his eighteenth birthday. Being the only available male made Tom virtually indispensable to Mrs Turnbull and her team. Mrs Turnbull was a striking woman. Her thirty eight years had not harmed her appearance. She dressed meticulously, not a hair out of place. Her make up and colour drew Tom’s attention to her high cheekbones, her blue eyes and her full lips. Tom, who thought twenty was old, studied her as they worked together. She was tall and slim with what appeared to be a good sized pair of tits. “She would have been a top bird a few years ago” he though. After that assessment he forgot about her as he studied one or two of the other ladies. His final assessment left him panting to get back to Mrs Turnbull’s daughter Sherrie. Sherrie would snog for hours before finally letting him kiss her tits. Last weekend his hand had finally reached Sherries cunt. His fingers had stroked her clit before being brushed away. He couldn’t wait to get her alone again. Listening to talk about dresses and make up, while he shifted and carried what ever the ladies wanted, bored Tom out of his brain. But his ears started to prick up and listen when a few of the younger ladies in their thirties started to gossip about the love life of their neighbours and other mothers. He noted the names of a few women who were apparently keen to play. He thought it might be interesting to see what they looked like. He had been hanging around for a couple of hours when the final rehearsal started in earnest. The older ladies dominated the early parade. Gradually as the evening and day wear items were completed and summer swim wear and under wear came out the younger ones played a more prominent part. Tom’s prick took a greater interest as the clothes grew more daring. Mrs Turnbull worked hard showing the young mothers how to walk seductively and show off her items to advantage. She finally decided that she would show them by doing it herself. “You have to feel sexy and think sexy when you model my honeymoon selection,” she told the young mothers. That’s when Tom found himself developing a colossal horn. He couldn’t hide it, it was standing up and out, making it obvious to all what he was thinking. Mrs Turnbull was the cause of his frustration. Tom couldn’t believe the way Mrs Turnbull`s body moved as she strutted down the catwalk in hight stiletto heels. Her body moved seductively as the tiny nightie showed more and more tantalising glimpses of the cheeks of her arse and her hard tits. Her eyes shone as she licked her lips. “Ladies these clothes are designed to make you feel sexy.” “They are designed to make you look sexy, wear them with seduction in mind as you strut down the aisle, think sex and exude sex. “Shit” Tom thought as he heard her, “she’s fucking hot she knows it and it shows.” Within minutes other mothers followed her lead. None turned him on like Mrs Turnbull but Tom decided that a combination of high heels, sexy music, mood lighting and the parade’s nightwear made them all look “fucking horny.” “Down boy, down” Sarah Smith’s mother whispered as she drifted past and gave his prick a flick with some hard object. Tom watched her wiggle her backside as he grunted and his prick deflated. Late that Saturday night Sherrie struggled to sit up on their front veranda. “My god Tom what’s got into you, you’re all hands,” she moaned as she tried to rescue her bra and panties. “Mum and dad will hear us, if they come out they’ll see us, stop it right now, or I’ll go inside.” Tom was horny. He had left the hotel after the parade as horny as hell. Kissing Sherrie had added to the fire in his loins. Even now after her warning his mind was on sex. His hands reached again to pull her back into his arms where he proceeded to kiss her until she relaxed. Feeling her relax Tom slipped his hand up until his fingers could again enter her now sopping wet pussy. “Oh Tom” Sherrie moaned “we must stop. You promised you wouldn’t do anything I didn’t want to do.” When Tom’s fingers stroked her clit and his head dropped down to suck on her nipple she groaned, “You promised you wouldn’t try to fuck me if I let you touch me.” Tom knew she was right, he had promised. He had been more insistent, more sexually aggressive tonight than he normally would have been. He couldn’t tell her it was her mother whose mature body had made him so fucking hot. At school his mates teased him about the fashion parade. “What were you doing down there with all the oldies,” his mate Charlie said when they were walking home. Tom swore him to secrecy. “Don’t tell anyone mate, I had a fat most of the time. I reckon there’d be some hot fucks amongst those mothers. You should have seen some of them in bikinis. I’ve never seen tits like it and mate their undies and sleeping gear was awesome.” Tom became busy when his dad’s brother had a heart attack. Tom’s family were forced to help out in his pizza shop in the mall. Each afternoon Tom reported to the shop after school. He hung around to fill in if additional deliveries were needed. The only saving grace was most deliveries required him to ride his Harley. He worked until eight each evening. Then he generally took Sherrie or Sarah Smith out on his bike. Sherrie was now allowing him every liberty except fucking. Within minutes her small hard tits filled his mouth. It took longer before his hand reached her cunt, but once there she would let him finger fuck her but not touch her clit. Despite the fact that she allowed him every liberty with her body, he had not succeeded in getting Sherrie to touch him. Each night he was forced to resort to what Charlie called Mrs Palm and her five daughters. Sarah had no such inhibitions and found the bike a powerful aphrodisiac. A ride makes me horny she told him as they laid naked in the cool summer breeze on a picnic table at lakeside. “I love your bike” she whispered as she played with his now limp dick. “What do you love about it” he asked. “I love it when I’m sitting behind you with my legs wide apart.” “When I wrap my arms around you and the engine throbs, I wish we could fuck up there on the bike.” They tried it, but ended up using the picnic table so he could lay her face down on its surface and fuck her doggy style while standing. While Tom waited for pizza orders he strolled the mall studying “the form.” “The form” was Charlie and his words for the ladies of the mall. At every turn there were girls and women in all types of outfits, from the shortest of shorts to Arabian ladies with only their eyes to be seen. Women and girls of all sizes, shapes, colours, and ages frequented the mall; it was like a giant smorgasbord for the boys. Tom and Charlie rated their finds on a scale of one to ten. Ten was drop dead gorgeous and horny as hell. They had spied a few eights and nines but no tens. Tom quickly realised that women in their thirties had great bodies and most had time to spare. Delivering pizzas had introduced him to a few who rated high on his form guide. On the night of the fashion parade he had heard the ladies gossip about Mrs Johnstone from the Post Office. They were laughing as they whispered; “now her husband’s away overseas she won’t stay lonely for long. When he delivered a pizza to Mrs Johnstone she had told him to call her Mary and invited him for a cool drink while she found her purse. Dave liked tall women but short bubbly Mrs Johnstone had big tits and a round arse that excited him. While he sipped his drink he studied her. She was dressed in a tight top that was cut low displaying what looked like hard fat nipples. “What are you staring at?” she asked with a grin. “You don’t need me to answer,” he said “you know.” She raised her eyebrows when Tom asked “did I hear the other night that your husbands overseas?” “Yes he will be away for over a month,” she replied as she watched him lick his lips suggestively. “Well I `m available if you need a man around the house,” he said as he noticed her shift to stand with her legs apart. “What do you mean?” she asked. “Oh if there’s any thing you can’t handle or anything that your husband used to do, give me a ring and I’ll slip over,” he said. She blushed, “Thank you, but there’s nothing I can’t handle.” Lexie Johnstone was enjoying herself. “A little flirting and byplay wouldn’t hurt” she thought She had been missing her husband Robert’s sexual attention. Sex was fairly routine but it was regular. He had been away two weeks and she surprised how much she was missing him. She told herself that she had flirted with this young lad because of his cheeky approach but she wasn’t ready to cheat. Tom’s heart was beating fast as he stood up and moved over to put his glass on the counter.” That’s good” he whispered as he moved to kiss her. He heard her gasp as his hand reached her firm round butt and pulled her to him. She was taken by surprise by the excitement his kiss generated. She felt her cunt grow wet within seconds of his arms encircling her. His hand stroking her butt moved quickly around between her legs to rub her mound. She pushed him away “that’s enough” she whispered “my kids are in the next room.” There was finality about her stance and words that made him realise that nothing would happen now. Sensing his disappointment she took his arm and led him to the door. She looked around pulled him close then kissed him vigorously. When he moved to kiss her again, Mrs Johnstone smiled at him and said “give me a ring at the Post Office tomorrow.” Tom made his way back to the mall, his horn gradually subsiding as he worked his way through the traffic. “The sooner I knock off tonight the better,” he groaned as he thought of ringing Sarah. “Bloody hell look at that” Tom whispered to himself as he strolled past Victoria’s secret. “What a fucking magnificent arse,” he mused as he stopped to stare at the rear of a tall blonde in a tight skirt. “Turn around” he whispered, “turn around; if you’re as beautiful from the front as you are from behind you’re a world beater, you could be a ten.” To his surprise she turned around looking at a paper in her hands. “Shit its Mrs Turnbull, Sherries mum. Christ,” he thought as she stood with the light from the shop display behind her. Tom `s mind was awash with conflicting thoughts. Mrs Turnbull had filled his wanking dreams since the fashion parade. He lay on his bed at night recalling the sheer animal magnetism of her performance. He licked his lips as he remembered the movement of the cheeks of her arse and her tits. He couldn’t find words to describe how they jiggled in a number of flimsy, sheer black silk and satin outfits. Every night he headed for the bathroom to clean up the mess caused by his recollection of her long legs strutting down the catwalk. Even after finger fucking Sherrie most nights, it was her mother’s arse moving under that sheer black outfit that filled his mind as he played with himself in bed. As he stood and stared, Mrs Turnbull looked up and for a moment caught him staring. Then in an off hand way she seemed to dismiss him and move on. Tom went home that afternoon thinking of Mrs Turnbull. “I wonder if she plays he thought.” He shook his head “it’s not for you.” “She’s old” he thought “she’s married; and you’re trying to fuck her daughter Sherrie.” In the bathroom he grinned “Just the same, what I wouldn’t give to have her squirming in my arms,” he said to himself as he looked at his rock hard prick. Tom was checking out the ladies in the Mall when he spied Mrs Turnbull at the open air café and bar. He bought a malted milk and moved over to the table where she was seated. “Hullo” he said acting surprised “what are you doing here.” “Oh it’s......” she was stuck trying to remember him. “Tom” he said “I worked on the fashion parade.” “Oh yes that’s it Tom,” she said, virtually dismissing him as she took a sip from her drink and went back to her book. Tom did not leave. Having built up his courage, to speak He was determined, to make her talk. Can I join you? He asked. “If you want to,” she replied pushing her book aside. “Mrs Turnbull, I’ve wanted to speak to you ever since the fashion parade. I’ve wanted to tell you how beautiful you were that night.” “Why thank you, that’s nice,” she replied. “I can’t get the vision of you parading in that little black silk nightie out of my mind.” She looked up quickly, “are you trying to be funny?” She asked. “No oh no! I found you so beautiful that I just can’t forget you, you fill my dreams you’re fantastic.” Angela Turnbull studied Tom as he spoke. She remembered him now. He had been helpful and she remembered Mary Johnstone and the other mothers remarking that he was good looking. A little thin she thought as she studied him now at close quarters. “I’ve got an admirer,” she thought, “a cheeky one and a very young one but he obviously wants something.” “Do you usually accost ladies and tell them of your dreams” she said quietly. “Only you” he whispered. “I’ve never done anything like this before. “You’re so beautiful I had to tell you.” Angela Turnbull didn’t know whether to be amused or angry. The cheek of the young bugger to just come up and tell her, that after seeing her parade he spent the night dreaming about her. Not even her husband in their courting days had ever confessed to dreaming about her. “He’s so bloody busy now he never even pays me a compliment or remembers my birthday” she thought. She was shaken out of her thoughts and startled when he reached across and took her hand. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,” he whispered “I just want to buy you a drink.” “Will I let the young bugger buy me a drink?” she thought. She looked at him sitting there staring at her, “oh hell! Why not! I’ll have a scotch and soda,” she replied. At the bar the barman asked Tom “is this for Mrs Turnbull?” “She drinks doubles,” he explained. “Well give her a double” Tom replied wondering if he had enough money. While she drank Angela Turnbull questioned Tom about his Harley. “I’ve always wanted to ride a bike,” she said as she seemed to relax. Tom seized the opportunity and spoke quietly “I’d love to take you for a spin, my bikes out the back we can go now if you like.” Taken by surprise by his offer she replied, “Oh no, not now, not this afternoon.” A feeling of elation swept over Tom. “She didn’t say no,” he thought “only not today.” “Well I’m down the mall every afternoon I’ll take you tomorrow, or any afternoon or evening you like.” “We’ll see,” she replied and signalled the barman for another drink. “Get one for Tom” she called. “At least she remembered my name” Tom recalled as he was called away to deliver a pizza. Mrs Turnbull liked a drink. She had started to drink when her husband started coming home later and later. She wasn’t a drunk, but she liked to have a few drinks before she went home to what was becoming a lonely house. The housemaid and cook made sure meals were always available so she could concentrate on her business. Sherrie was old enough to look after herself and went out with her friends most evenings, leaving her mother alone. Tom made a habit of joining Mrs Turnbull most afternoons at the mall. He started to bring her a single rose or whatever flower caught his fancy in his mother’s extensive garden. ”What’s this for? She asked when he presented the first rose. He leant over and whispered “For you, I want you.” “Behave yourself” she scolded. Even though she treated him coldly for the next few days she felt herself responding to his constant attention. He in turn was cheekier each time they met. When she wore a blouse that displayed some cleavage he clapped his hands. “It’s about time you displayed some cleavage,” he told her when she asked what he was clapping about. “I still dream over those boobs every night. I remember there was no bra under that little satin top. Don’t wear a bra you don’t need one.” “Stop talking like that” she growled as she looked around to see if anyone could hear. When she ignored him, the next afternoon he kissed her cheek in front of the barman. Whispering so he could not hear, “I bet he pervs on your tits.” He was more and more certain that they would fuck. He took more and more liberties, getting cheekier and cheekier. She laughed when he told her she should always stiletto heels “because they make your bum wobble sexily.” He bought her perfume, “wear it” he said “it makes me hot.” Mrs Turnbull was responding, she tried not to let him see it but she loved the attention he was showering on her. Each afternoon he asked her to come for a ride on his Harley. To his surprise one afternoon she agreed. In the car park he handed her a helmet and watched as she hitched up her skirt showing plenty of leg as she sat side saddle on the bike. “Hang on” he said as they took off. She slipped her arms around him and held him tight. He could feel his horn rising. She leant forward with her face against his ear to talk to him as he whipped down some suburban streets and out into the countryside. Where are we going she asked? “When a boy gets a girl on his bike he generally takes her out to lakeside,” Tom replied Isn’t that the local lover’s lane?” she laughed “Yes that’s it,” he agreed as he swung the bike over to turn down a secluded lane. “You’re a bikies girl now.” He grinned as he took her hand and helped her off. “Great legs! Legs to dream over! He whispered in her ear as she showed a full leg dismounting. “I’ll wear slacks next time,” she said with a laugh. “Next time I will take you to lover’s lane and take them off,” he laughed as he sat her up on a picnic table. “Now you must pay for the ride,” he whispered as he stood next to her legs and slipped his arms around her. She let his lips brush hers and turned her head “What are you up to Tom?” she asked. “Meeting me for a drink while you wait to deliver pizza is one thing, but what do you think your doing?” “You know what I’m doing, you know what I want,” he groaned. “I’m going to kiss you, I’m going to make love to you, I want you to be my lover,” Tom whispered. “Oh Tom be sensible, I’m married, I’m old enough to be your mother. Anyway what makes you think I want a lover?” Tom ignored her. He held her and kissed her lightly on the lips, “I want to make love to you.” “I lay in bed each night as horny as hell dreaming of you. I want you. This has got nothing to do with our ages or your marriage.” “This is just two people, where the man wants the woman, and I think the woman wants the man.” “Let me make it very very plain I am going to fuck you.” I want to feel your body responding to mine.” “I want to kiss you all over. I want to lick your clit.” “I want to hear you moan and feel you come.” The Ladies of the Mall Ch. 02 Tom had opened a Pandora’s Box when he finally got Mrs Angela Turnbull to fuck. She had made him realise that young school girls with their tiny bodies and little experience could never lay a finger on a wild mum when it came to inventive ball blowing sex. He was amazed at the way she kept his prick alive. Using her cunt muscles and her hands on his balls, she would stop him from coming time and time again. She used her body to work him higher and higher until they both reached a situation where they were losing control. She seemed to know instinctively when he had reached a plateau where his brain was telling him this was torture. Then and then alone she would relax those marvellous muscles. Within seconds they both would be moaning and screaming as their bottled up sexual frustration caused fantastic mind blowing orgasms. He had never experience sex like it. It was as if he was a virgin. Every minute with her was new. He described it in his mind as he revisited their love making in his bed at night, “as a series of first times.” She rang him at school just as a class finished. “My bodies still sore from yesterday,” she groaned as he answered. “Oh shit I’m sorry” he whispered moving away from his mates so he could talk. “Did I hurt you?” “Your bodies partly to blame,” she laughed. “My bodies certainly no longer used to sex for hours. She licked her lips. “I think the real reason is my bodies not used to sex on a hard hall floor, or on the hall table and some of the other places you took me yesterday.” “I’ve decided I’d like a little more comfort. My business owns a lot of property around the mall. Some time ago we bought some shares in that boutique hotel not far from your school. When they restructured, they gave us strata title ownership of three suites. I keep one available at all times for business purposes.” “Suite 28, it’s at the end of the building on the second floor. You can come in from the back so no one will recognise you. Leave your bike in the mall car park” she instructed. Ten minutes later she rang again. “I’ll be there at twelve, can you come during your lunch break?” she whispered in that breathless voice that made his prick jump. Tom’s first visit to the hotel found him nervous but horny. The more he worried the bigger his prick seemed to grow. He felt as though everyone was watching him as he made his way up to the room. Angela was waiting. She wore the tiny black satin outfit that turned him on in the fashion parade. Thirty Eight year old Angela had spent the morning preparing her body for her eighteen year old lover. She stood in four inch stilettos, her firm milky white tits peeping out from behind the tiniest piece of shiny black satin. The few inches of satin barely reached to the round underside of her tits. Her trim hard stomach shone from the oils and perfumes she had lovingly applied as she recalled Tom’s ever hard prick. Tom’s eyes dropped to her milky white thighs and her cunt covered by a black string covered with shiny jewels. He stared as he realised the string was so thin that the jewels disappeared into her cunt in the front and her arse in the back. “You’re magnificent; you have the most magnificent sexy body.” Tom growled as he stood amazed. “I told you I dreamed of you each night after the fashion parade. Well I couldn’t sleep last night after holding you nude in my arms. “When I was coming here this morning I planned to strip you and just look at you. I’ve been so fucking horny all morning in class just remembering what we did yesterday.” “Stop talking and come here” she moaned as she fell back on the bed and held her legs out wide. “When you rang you asked can I come during the lunch hour” Tom said later as he rolled over off the bed on to the floor. You should have asked me “can I keep coming during my lunch hour. You’ve drained me dry” he groaned. Tom had never seen a body like Angela’s. He inspected it at every opportunity. “Your fucking fantastic” he whispered as he lay on his side lazily stroking her cunt marvelling at the perfection of her body. His tongue was wallowing in her cunts juices when Angela’s watch buzzed. “Time to get you back to school” she whispered as she kissed him. “My lunch hour is not enough Tom complained. “I’ll skip class, I can learn more here with you. I don’t want to go back to school.” Angela would have none of that. “Come on” she urged leading him by his ever hard prick, “we’ll shower together.” As they showered she convinced him of the need to be careful. “No one must know. If you don’t care for yourself, care for me,” she added as she checked to see no one was in the hall and pushed him out the door. Tom drifted around the BBQ; He had been invited by his mate Charlie. As soon as they arrived Charlie wrapped himself around a sexy blonde and led her out under a tree in the back yard. Left to himself Tom took his time studying the crowd. As he pushed his way along the corridor that joined the pool area to the house, some one switched off the lights. “Turn on the lights” some one called. “No leave them off, it’s more fun in the dark” another called. People were enjoying the freedom the pitch black night provided. There were whistles and shouts, some girls singing out, others started to scream as boys took advantage of the sudden darkness. He heard a girl laugh and then found himself being touched up. He bought his hand up to hold the person touching, but she broke away with a giggle. Two or three more groups of laughing and giggling girls pushed past giving him a touch up as they went. He stood waiting for the lights to return when he felt another person bump him. She wore a strong heady perfume. “I’ll be first this time” he thought as he grabbed her by the shoulders and kissed her hard, his tongue entering her mouth. She struggled for a minute then relaxed and kissed him back. “That’s nice” she said “but what was that for.” Feeling around in the dark his hand rubbed a large boob, “just for fun” he whispered, “I’d like to have more fun with you.” “Would you now, what would you do?” she laughed “Come up to one of the bedrooms and I’ll show you,” he responded. Just then the lights came back on and for a moment they both were blinded by the quick change from total darkness to bright light. When Tom `s vision returned he found himself holding a woman of probably thirty five to forty years. “Oh shit” he thought “now I’ve done it.” He started to stutter “I thought you were a girl I know, your perfume seemed familiar.” She laughed. “That’s a goodie, I think you’re just a cheeky young bugger who took advantage of the dark. I wouldn’t be surprised if it was you who turned the lights off.” He was relieved when she laughed “If I’d known I’d snare you, I would have not only turned them off but made sure they stayed off,” he responded as he slipped his arm around her waist and pulled her to him. She accepted his tongue as they kissed and for a moment responded. Then she pushed him away, “behave” she said, “my husbands here.” Tom was starting to feel horny so he pulled her back, “let’s go some where, where he can’t find us,” he whispered. He kissed along her cheek and ran his hands up to her boobs. “You’re fucking beautiful, I can’t wait to get your gear off,” he groaned. ”Don’t even think of it sonny boy you’ve got no chance.” she said as she pushed him away and straightened her clothes. “Some one will see us.” Tom leant back as a door opened behind him and a couple came out. He held her tight and backed inside, pushing the door closed behind her. “I can’t” she whispered, “stop it,” as his hand once again moved down from her waist and his mouth closed over hers. “Oh my god what am I doing” she thought as she responded to his kisses. “This is stupid; I’m married, happily married.” She started to worry, “some one will find us here in the laundry closet.” Her panic was building, her mind full of conflicting thoughts as she kissed him back. “I don’t even know who he is. I haven’t seen him before. I’m old enough to be his mother dam it, he’s only a boy.” “Why am I letting him take control?” Her mind was in a whirl when Tom’s hands stopped seeking her pussy through her jeans. She heard herself groan as his lips sucked on hers. He was distracting her with his biting and nibbling whilst his hands worked hard to get down the back of her jeans. She gasped out loud when his hand succeeded in slipping down inside her jeans to massage the bare skin of her arse. She stopped worrying to take note of what he was doing. “No wonder I’m getting horny,” she thought when she realised her pussy was being held hard against what seemed to be a rather large cock. Suddenly she felt his other hand on her back trying to open her bra. “Oh hell this has got to stop,” she cried. “What the hell do you think you’re doing,” she said as she pushed him away and opened the door. When she stopped to see if anyone was outside, she felt him move up behind her. I’m sorry” he whispered in her ear. “Your so beautiful so horny I got carried away.” “That’s ok, no harm done,” she said. “Now let’s get out of here before anyone spies us.” Tom returned to the BBQ area where Charlie grabbed him. “Where have you been, you missed the fun.” “Someone took the fuse out of the lights and it was all tit and bum as we touched a few of the girls up in the dark.” Charlie introduced Tom around, “you haven’t met Mark Walsh, this is his parents place. His mother Mary runs the bookstore down the mall.” “His parents put the BBQ on for his birthday, he’s eighteen on Saturday.” “Join the club,” Tom said. “I was eighteen last week.” “Let’s go get a beer and toast to eighteen,” Charlie said “it was the best 12 months of my life.” They were ratting round in the cooler for a cold beer when a voice asked “what are you boys doing.” “Oh mum,” Mark answered quickly, “some of this beer hot, there’s nothing worse than hot beer,” he moaned. “At eighteen you’d be an expert” she laughed, “any way if there’s a problem get out of the way and I’ll sort it out.” When he turned around Tom’s eyes nearly popped out of his head when he spied Mark`s mum. It was the woman he had kissed in the dark. “Who’s your friends,” she asked as she looked at Tom. “Sorry mum this is Charlie and Tom they go to my school.” She smiled as she said, “Pleased to meet you. “Now get out of here Mark and entertain your friends, while I rearrange the drinks.” She took Mark and Charlie by the arms and steered them towards the door. She looked at Tom and winked. Outside Tom was on pins and needles. He’d been kissing Marks mum. He could still smell her perfume and taste her lipstick. His prick started to grow as he recalled her big boobs. “Would she tell her son or worse still her husband?” Tom shook his head in amazement as he realised that the time with Marks mum had been more exciting than any similar experience with girls from class. He couldn’t get her out of his mind. “Shit she’s Marks mum” he reasoned. “She’s as old as my mum, but Christ I’d love to fuck her,” he groaned as he straightened his prick in his pants. As he settled down, he recalled that she had kissed him back more than once. “I wonder whether she’d let me go further. Would it be possible to fuck her?” He made up his mind to try, “I’ll go get another drink,” he explained after the rounds of toasts to year eighteen were completed. As quickly as possible he returned to the kitchen where Marks mum was standing at the sink sorting bottles and cans. He stood and studied her. She was tall, a little heavy but in proportion. Her waist nipped in nicely to meet her wide hips. Her arse filled her jeans showing two perfectly rounded cheeks. Long wavy brown hair fell down to her shoulders, moving as she worked. “Hi” he whispered, “I was really pleased to meet you Mary Walsh.” She opened her mouth to speak, but he cut her off. “Someone might come in so I’ll be quick, I’d really like to spend some more time with you,” he said as she studied him closely. Mary was pleased, but didn’t show it. She had to admit to herself that she had hoped he’d come back. When she stood looking at him and did not answer he thought “well she doesn’t look angry. She didn’t say anything when Mark introduced us; maybe she is waiting to see if I’ll try again.” “Can I help?” he whispered as he leant over to pick up some cans, his body touching hers. He stumbled over a can on the floor and placed his hand on her thigh to steady himself. The touch of his hip and then his hand on her thigh made her flinch, “no I’m OK I can do it myself,” she replied quickly. To hide her confusion she busied herself putting the cold cans aside. “I’ll put the hot ones away,” he whispered his mouth now near her ear. She straightened up and turned her head only to find she was now looking directly at him. His eyes were devouring her; his face close enough she could feel his hot breath on her cheek “Where would you like the hot ones to go,” he grinned suggestively. He looked directly into her eyes and quite deliberately pursed his lips showing his tongue. Then as she watched, his tongue licked his lips erotically. “What did he say? Where I would like him to put a hot one, “my god even his questions are upsetting me,” she thought, becoming more confused every minute. This has gone far enough she told him as she snapped out of her confused state. “Look you’re a nice young man but I’m married, so get out of here and leave me alone.” “You’re even sexier when you’re angry” he whispered as his head closed on hers. Before she knew it he was kissing her and she was responding, or at least opening her mouth to lets his tongue invade. “No!” she cried, “no leave me please, some one will come in, we’ll get caught, I can’t……..” “I think you can, I think you want to,” he whispered as his hand tweaked her nipple. “I’ll go but I’ll be back, I want you,” he groaned as he heard some one coming. Mary Walsh’s heart was beating at a hundred miles an hour. “Thank god for the interruption,” she mused “I was really starting to enjoy myself.” “Having someone so young infatuated with you, especially when your bodies starting to go to seed and your husband has lost his sex drive is exciting.” “Of course I wouldn’t have let him do anything,” she rationalised as she stacked the fridges. She smiled “a bit of teasing is alright.” “Alright,” she thought “it was more than bloody alright it was fantastic. He wanted me and he turned me on. Thank god for the interruption or I might have done something crazy.” Tom was horny, Marty’s mum had lit his fire and a few kisses hadn’t put it out. The crowd was starting to thin. His mates had all paired off with girls from school. Where ever he turned he saw them making out. The few older men present had adjourned to the Walsh’s rumpus room to play billiards and drink.The older mums were helping gather gear together and combining to supervise the younger pairs. Tom watched Marty’s mum as she moved around. “Bloody hell she’s hot, I wonder if I can get her alone again.” She in turn could feel him watching her, his eyes seemed to be always on her, when ever she looked up. Tom was dreaming of the possibilities as he watched her work. She was fully clothed but he mentally undressed her at every opportunity. It wasn’t all mental, on many occasions he glimpsed her ample bosom. At one stage she moved past where Charlie and his girl were half a sleep. His prick moved when she bent over and her tits hung down to show their fullness. Tom couldn’t help it; he moaned out loud, “what a great pair of tits.” “Which ones, where?” Charley sat up to ask. “Oh she’s gone now” Tom said. He realised that he had been talking aloud. Tom went looking for Mrs Walsh and found her farewelling some guests as they climbed in their cars and pulled away from her front gate. Waving the last car away she came inside and made her way back to the house. Tom kept to the shadow until she was near, and then joined her as she walked along the path. “Oh its you,” she said as her heart skipped a beat, “what do you want now.” “You know what I want” he growled “come here and give me a kiss before you go back inside.” He kissed her vigorously until she couldn’t resist any longer, her arms came up around his neck “gently” she whispered, “gently.” Tom responded by kissing her lips softly whilst his hands unbuttoned her shirt. Marks mum enjoyed Toms kisses. When she was young kisses were a turn on for her. As they kissed she realised how she missed the long kissing sessions of her youth. Tom could kiss, his kisses were hot and steamy, she moaned as she felt them melting her resistance. She felt his hand as it opened her shirt. It stopped for a minute then started to push her bra up over her tit until he could rub her nipple. She could feel her nipple harden and at the same time felt her pussy become moist. “We shouldn’t,” she whispered as he led her back into the trees. “I can’t be missing for long,” she moaned. Then just as Tom was leaning down to kiss her nipple, she made up her mind that risking everything like this was crazy. She pulled her bra back down and tucked her shirt back in her jeans, “behave! This has gone far enough, my husband and family are here, please leave me alone.” Tom felt guilty; He had been carried away by their kisses. The element of danger in trying to get off with a school mates mother, in a house full of people had been an added turn on. He looked at her as she buttoned up her shirt, “I’m sorry” he said “it was dumb to think a lady like you would have anything to do with me.” “I won’t embarrass you any more. Let’s get you back without being seen,” he said as he took her arm. Mary Walsh saw his disappointment and although she didn’t want to admit it shared that disappointment. She would love to keep their kisses going, but she knew where that was leading. Her nipples even now as they walked into the kitchen were still hard and her pussy was leaking. At the kitchen door she gave him a kiss on the cheek thank you, you are a young gentleman”. “What’s he done to make him a gentleman” her husband Jim asked from inside the door. “He escorted me back from seeing off some of your drunken friends,” Mary replied her eyes flashing. Tom drifted back to find Charlie. “Let’s go” he said. “Mate I’m going to score,” Charlie whispered, “see you later.” “Charlies going to score and nothing for you tonight” Tom said as he looked down at his rock hard prick. “Tomorrow’s another day, maybe Angela will want another lunch time session.” He spied Angela as he strolled into the Mall the next afternoon. She smiled as he joined her. “I can’t get you out of my mind,” he whispered when they finished ordering. She smiled and looked around to see who was watching. “Be careful,” she whispered as she took a mouthful of scotch. Tom sat drinking his milkshake when he spied Mary Walsh walk past. “I went to a BBQ at her place to celebrate her sons 18th birthday,” he said making small talk. Angela was a fund of information. “Mary’s bookshops a good business, very profitable but she works strange hours.” “Her girl opens up in the morning.” “Mary stays till ten at night; she has a reading room and an internet café upstairs above the bookshop.” Mary had noticed Tom and Angela talking with their heads close together. “I wonder what they’re talking about” she thought, and then a thought struck her “don’t tell me he’s trying to get off with her.” Tom sat dreaming after Angela left for home. “I’d like to fuck that Mary Walsh,” he thought. “With those thick thighs wrapped around me and my head in her big boobs she`d be so different to Angela Turnbull.” He smiled as he compared them both. About the same age and both with successful business they were the type of women he would never have thought of trying to kiss, let alone fuck. “A couple of weeks ago” I’d have said “too fucking old.” he thought. The Ladies of the Mall Ch. 02 Then he grinned, Mrs Turnbull had taught him that he had a lot to learn about women and sex. He smiled “what a teacher.” “Sarah Smith was his only conquest. No! Conquest wasn’t the right word;” he thought. “Sarah was the only girl who wanted to fuck him as much as he wanted to fuck her. She was the only one he had met who was prepared to go all the way.” He smiled to himself as he remembered how satisfied he was when he first got to fuck Sarah. They had done it hurriedly on the picnic table down the lane. He grew horny as he remembered how he had slipped his fingers up between her legs and rubbed her clit. Then with her help he had quickly pulled her underclothes aside and pushed in roughly. They hadn’t lasted long. After a lot more kissing they did it again quickly, before they kissed and went home. “No oral sex just kissing and fucking,” he recalled. Angela Turnbull had held his head in her hands as she guided his mouth and tongue around her sweet tasting cunt. The first time on her hall room floor, he had responded to her lead and used his tongue with vigour, but little finesse. She had talked to him, whispering instructions. Many minutes later he was proud when he felt her body start to move. He heard her moaning and groaning as his mouth closed around her clit. Angela had found him an enthusiastic lover, she enjoyed his enthusiasm. Married women of her age weren’t used to such enthusiasm from their husbands she decided, as she lay prostrate under his vigorous pounding body. Gradually she had taught him to be gentle, to spend more and more time in foreplay before what she called the final act of mating. She had laughed as she told him he would have to accept some on the job training. It was his turn to laugh when he felt her come in response to his mouth and tongue. “My god Sarah’s going to be surprised when we go out again” he thought. It was four thirty and he was completely relaxed still recovering from one of many lunch hours when Mary Walsh strolled past; she obviously hadn’t noticed him sitting there. “Hi!” he said, “remember me?” “Oh yes” she said when she recognised him, “how could I forget you, your the young devil from the Party.” “Look” he cried as he stood up close to her, “I am sorry for the way I upset your night, it was a dumb thing to do. I hope you’ve forgiven me.” As he spoke he could see down into her cleavage. My god he thought “if I didn’t have Angela I’d chase you.” He licked his lips remembering the large brown nipple, and the way it had straightened and stood firm when he fingered it. Mary Walsh watched as he licked his lips, she too remembered his hands on her arse and his fingers on her nipple. “The young bastard’s teasing me” she decided as she watched his tongue lick along his lower lip. “Angela told me you stay open till ten,” Tom said resorting to small talk to stop his erection from growing any further. “Yes we open the reading room upstairs and close the bookstore at eight. We use the side stairs for the internet café. It’s mostly tourists and a few exchange students; they read the papers and drink coffee. There’s no money in it but it provides a service to our visiting customers.” He stood up, “would you like a drink” he asked as he pulled a chair out for her. She ordered a coffee as he looked her over. “Why are you staring?” she asked as he looked her over. Tom smiled” Would you really like to know?” “I suppose I shouldn’t ask, but tell me anyway” Mary replied. “Looking at your horny body reminded me of your kisses and the fleeting seconds when I kissed your nipple, I was wondering when we were going to do it again.” “I shouldn’t have let you” she said her voice so low he had to lean over to hear. “I think you want me as much as I want you” he whispered. “I am going to work late tomorrow night. I’ll call in to the bookstore and help you close up shop.” They were so wrapped in their conversation that they had not noticed Lexie Johnstone approaching. “So this is what you get up to when you’re not delivering pizzas” she cried when she spotted Tom and Mary with their heads together. Tom jumped up and offered her a seat. “Nice to see you” he said. “You’re always so busy in the post office that I give up trying to see you when I do the mail.” Tom sat watching as the two ladies discussed business. He had been so busy with school, pizza deliveries and Angela that he had forgotten to ring Mrs Johnstone. As they broke up she told Tom to call her Lexie, “I’ve ordered a pizza so I’ll see you later” she whispered after Mary had left. Bloody hell its ten o’clock Tom said as he powered his Harley through the suburban streets. He had delivered Lexie Johnstone’s pizza at six thirty leaving enough time to get back to Mary Walsh’s bookstore before closing. He had not counted on Lexie Johnstone `s plans. She had been waiting. The pizza lay unopened when he left three and a half hours later. Lexie Johnstone had been hungry but not for pizza. He grinned as he recalled her urgency. “Just put the pizza on the kitchen table” she said as she shut and locked the front door. When he turned round she was inches away, her hands reaching for his belt and zip. No words were exchanged. She just leant in and kissed him while her hands worked his trousers down around his knees. As soon as his prick sprung free, she dropped to her knees. Her tongue circled the head of his throbbing prick before she opened her mouth and sucked it deep. He remembered how her lips hit his stomach as she took every inch down in one swift motion. “I don’t know how long she spent with her mouth working my prick, but I do know I came twice,” Tom recalled. Two long mirrors on the wall of her bedroom and the doors of her wardrobe gave Tom a great view of Lexie. He recalled his mouth going dry as she sat on her haunches and lowered her cunt down to take his prick deep inside her warm wet cunt. “Are you watching lover?” she cried when she saw his reflection in the mirror. “Oh yes Tom” replied “those tits bouncing and the muscles of your thighs rippling, everything moving is just fantastic.” He licked his lips as he recalled how he had pushed his hands up to grab her swinging tits and pulled the nipples out and down until he could lift his head to suck them. She’d cried out loud “oh hell. Oh my god. That’s wonderful, bite them lover, hurt me.” Angela had told him that lovers should never hurt each other, so he didn’t do as she demanded. Instead he raised his hand and struck her noisily on her bouncing bottom. She squealed, and he felt her cunt spasm. He hit her again and she moaned and bucked as he again felt her cunt muscles respond to his slaps. It only took one more slap to bring Lexie Johnstone to a noisy wild orgasm. “Oh shit she screamed that’s fucking wonderful.” Her body collapsed down heavily allowing him to run his hands around and ring her arse with his fingers. Even though she had slumped down as her orgasm subsided, claiming she’d “had it,” he could feel her respond quickly to his probing fingers. He had never even touched a woman there before but her response made him continue. He had found her arsehole dry and tight. He recalled running his fingers down to her sloppy wet cunt to cover them in cum. When he returned them to her arse she moaned and raised her hips slightly, helping him to gradually insert his finger. As his finger pushed into her arse she moaned and bit him on his shoulder. Her moans and her teeth had the desired effect his prick fully restored, filled her cunt. Still coupled together they rolled over and fucked. He nearly fell of his bike as he recalled how they fucked. Mrs Johnstone was noisy; she squealed and moaned out loud. So loud he had put her hand over her mouth to silence her. Her response was to bite him so hard that her teeth marks were still showing on his hand an hour later. “I think we would still be at it” he thought as he turned into his drive way, if she didn’t remember that her kids would be home soon. His cock grew hard again when he remembered how she had stuck her come smeared fingers in his mouth and whispered “remember me I’ll need a lot of pizzas while my husbands away.” as she shut the door. The Ladies of the Mall Mrs Turnbull could feel her nipples grow and harden. She was wet. “My god” she thought “what’s happening to me, this is wrong.” She was determined not to give in; “I must remain in control” she thought. She felt her legs tremble and thought she could smell the musky smell of her wet cunt. “Oh my god, he’ll smell me he’ll know.” She leant over and kissed him on the mouth “take me home Tom your being silly, please take me home.” It was seven forty five when Tom was given the last delivery order. He was half way there before he realised it was Sherries house. He rang the bell expecting Sherrie or the housekeeper. Mrs Turnbull opened the door in her dressing gown. “Bring it in the kitchen while I get the money,” she told him as she staggered slightly. “Shit” Tom thought “she’s been drinking.” In the kitchen he put the pizza on the bench as Mrs Turnbull sat on a stool at the bench and opened her purse. Tom stood beside her and looked down at the money when he saw her firm breasts stand out against the white silk of her dressing gown. “I can’t help it” he whispered. “I’ve got to say you have the most magnificent tits.” “Oh Tom” she whispered, “I don’t know what I’m going to do with you.” Tom saw her eyes soften, “I know what I’d like to do with you,” he said as he lowered his head down to her breast. He slipped his hand in to hold a tit, while he sucked and ran his teeth lightly around the nipple. Tom heard her breath expelled and felt her pull back, then her head fell down until it was resting on his and her warm breath filled his ear. As he continued massaging and kissing her magnificent breast she started to kiss his ear, her tongue working his ear like it would his mouth. Her hot breath in his ear was a massive turn on. For the first time she was responding to him positively. Grabbing the opportunity Tom slipped his other hand down to where she now stood beside the stool. His hand found no opposition as it reached her pussy and his finger stroked her clit. Tom could tell from the kisses on his ear and neck that she was responding with a climax building. He slipped his finger lower until it entered her cunt and started to finger fuck her gently. Within seconds he felt her move her body in sync with his fingers. Her hot tongue filled his ear, her hot breath came in gasps and her hand stroked his face. Her body bucked against his hand and he felt her cum “oh shit” she said “we can’t do this, you’ll make me too horny.” “Not here, not in this house, not where we could be seen, not where we could be caught.” While she was saying this she had pulled away and wrapped her gown tight around her body. “Go Tom go, you must go,” she cried tears in her eyes. Tom was a bundle of nerves all through school next day. “What will she do, what will she say,” he thought as he worked out every worst case scenario. Finally he made it to the mall and the bar, but she was no where to be seen. “I haven’t seen her today,” the barman said. “She didn’t come in today the shop manager” replied to his query. He rang her home no one answered. “Shit what’s happened” he worried. Finally he jumped on his bike and sped out to the house. Angela stood in front of the mirror. She had not gone to work today she had not had a drink. When Tom left last night she had cursed herself for a fool. She couldn’t believe how much she wanted his hard young tool inside her, how much she wanted to feel his body on hers. When she had came home from their bike ride she had had to shower to clean up her leaking body. As the warm water poured over her she admitted to herself that while she was telling Tom “no,” her body had been screaming “yes.” She stood in the shower dreaming of Tom as she fingered her pussy and washed away the heat he had generated. After the shower she couldn’t settle down. Finally she admitted that she was ready to give in to the desires he had created in her body. She ordered the pizza to get him to come out to her; While she waited she poured herself a few stiff scotches. Then in the kitchen when his fingers entered her she responded. Her orgasm from his fingers shocked her and she got cold feet. This morning she had wandered her rooms sending the Housekeeper home. She wanted Tom to come to her again as he had last night, but knew he was at school. Last night as she lay on her bed she had succumbed to the need for satisfaction. Last night after Tom left, for the first time she used her fingers. But her fingers could not satisfy the urge. Even now she was wet and there was a terrible urge in her pussy. She could smell her hot musky sex. “Bloody hell woman” she thought as she inspected her reflection in the mirror “do it, dam you, do it.” She sprayed her most expensive perfume so she would smell good for Tom. She was dressing for Tom. No bra because he had said she didn’t need one. She had chosen her shortest summer frock to show off her legs in their stiletto heels. She knew that she and Tom would fuck. It didn’t matter that he was so young and it didn’t matter that she was married. They would fuck. She heard a noise outside and through the window saw Tom ride up on his bike. She heard the door bell and her mouth went dry in anticipation. Tom was worried, but the worry disappeared when Mrs Turnbull opened the door. “Kiss me,” she said as the door slammed shut. Kiss her he did. They were still kissing and exploring each others body no more than six feet from the front door, when her dress hit the floor. “No bra,” he groaned as he sank down removing her silken panties and burying his head between her legs. “For god’s sake call me Angela,” she whispered when he groaned and said “I love the smell of your hot wet cunt Mrs Turnbull.”