She Likes It Rough

by Lisa Reid

  In any case, for the time being, he needed to accompany me to the shopping mall. It was a Saturday afternoon, so Anthony was somewhat stressed. He feared that his little disciplinary lesson would get publicized if some of his college friends found him shopping with me. Besides, I had already warned him that on the off chance he bumped into any of his friends, I would disclose the reasons behind him accompanying me at the mall. He glanced around apprehensively as he followed me into one of the shopping center’s side doorways. At any rate, they weren’t going in the front. That is the place a lot of young adults hung out. “God, this is so embarrassing,” he must have thought when he found small packs of college kids chitchatting on the corridor.

  “Look,” Anthony started. We were going towards Sears toward the end of the lobby. “Why don’t I go and have a look around? We can certainly get together later, can’t we?”

  I glanced back at him but didn’t stop. The profile of my curvaceous chest pushed out against my shirt. “No. This should be a punishment, remember darling? I don’t like my men lying on my face or hiding secrets behind my back. That rule applies to both of you,” I glared at him helping him recall the fate of his pathetic father. I looked forward once more, grinning at my very own virtuoso. “You’ll remember this next time you choose to fail in your semesters or hide anything from me.”

  Anthony frowned. He slowed down his strides, pretending as if he wasn’t with me. Although to be completely forthright, the vast majority of the crowd would likely assume that we were a couple rather mother and son. Undoubtedly, I considered myself sizzling for a woman of my age, more so since I cuckolded my dumbass husband; my libido and attraction increased considerably and I could never believe the charming woman I was turning into. Certainly, power and dominance have their own remarkable elegance.

  Anthony, at last, had a break from my company once we entered Sears. He persuaded me that he required some new garments, thus we headed out in our own direction. The break was brief, though. When I saw him with some jeans, I again dragged him over to the men’s changing rooms. He hurried inside, just too happy to be liberated from his desirable dominant mom’s company and the intriguing eyes investigating our recreational shopping. After spending way too long to try out his jeans, there came a knock at his changing room door.

  “Hey now Anthony, let me see,” I yelled somewhat louder attracting more curious eyes.

  Anthony nearly punched the wall. This was going past his disciplinary measures for him now. I always insisted on seeing stuff that he tried every now and then. He got irate and screamed, “Fine.”

  Anthony opened the entryway to show me the jeans. I ventured inside the stall, I was sure the saleswoman managing the rack across must have noticed my feminine audacity. That further enraged Anthony; certainly, he was in no mind to publicize the secret deviant relationship we cherished so deeply. He had always been a lion in his den, but I was the wild cat stalking my prey, now and always. “How do they fit, dear?” I teased.

  “Mom, please. They fit fine. Trust me. Can you not mind the surroundings?” I could sense the fury in his frightened eyes. Oh, I loved to see him shaking at my presence, always keeping him guessing on my next move.

  Obviously, I didn’t see any necessity to mind the surroundings. I lifted up his shirt and stuck my long, lanky, sexy fingers into the waistband of his jeans, pulling on them. We stood extremely close to one another in the confined stall as I pulled on his belt. The rear of my fingers brushed against his briefs as I slid my hand around from his front to his side. I chuckled when I saw him swallow hard and sensed his pulsating erection. “Okay. Do you need those?” My hand was still in his jeans. God, I deserve an Oscar for these teasing games.

  “Yes, sure. Whatever.” He simply wanted to leave the prying eyes and ears of the surroundings.

  “Alright, change back and then come meet me at the ladies’ changing areas.” I grinned seductively as I removed my hand and left.

  Anthony was truly getting aroused as well as irritated by now. He was way too old to even consider doing this. Furiously he removed his jeans and changed back, at that point, headed over the ladies’ section. It was progressively crowded and packed up over here. He must have searched for his mother, surely didn’t found me out that easily, and went to the changing rooms. While eagerly waiting, he scanned the section with his curious eyes. There were a lot of more attractive and sexier older ladies around today, typically MILFs and cougars, he must have surmised. He had already proven how much he adored and appreciated old and matured women. He must have seen that woman pushing an infant and began to consider whether she breastfed.

  At that point, his brilliant eyes found her: Michelle Colt, an extremely adorable young lady from his senior class. Also, with her was Jessica, Amanda, and Janet... holy shit! Here came a horde of six young ladies, every one of whom he recognized from his college. In the event that they saw him here with me, his stepmother, it would presumably be the most embarrassing moment of his life, on the off chance that I spilled the reasons for his presence by my side. Fumbling with his options, he dodged into the changing area corridor. Shockingly, the lobby broadened straight from the passageway, so simply standing outside the stall rooms could, in any case, have revealed his presence in the store. Now, he was in a potentially more terrible predicament: being spotted hanging around the ladies’ changing room in the city mall.

  Anthony frantically glanced around, yet each of the four of the stall doors was shut. Feeling like an unusual deviant a lascivious pervert, he attempted to look inside to locate the one where I was trying my new dresses. Be that as it may, the changing stalls were completely closed, never allowing Anthony the luxury to peek inside from any edge. In fact, the more he loitered on the corridor of the changing stalls, the more uncomfortable and tenser he grew. He took an absolute gamble and knocked at one of the doorways at the back. “Mom?” he murmured.

  Fortunately for him, I was in the same changing stall on which Anthony knocked and I responded by opening the doorway just when his college friend Michelle popped up in the corridor. Anthony pushed his way into my stall and almost slammed the door behind him, I could see the small drops of sweat on his brow, his breathing erratic, certainly, his heart must be pounding a thousand times. “Holy shit, that was close.” He breathed out.

  He then observed his environment. We were in a truly spacious zone, which was absolutely a private separate room. On one side of the wall, there was a full wall mirror; the opposite side had a wooden rack and a wooden seat. I was standing in the center of the room, absolutely amazed and bewildered at the sudden unprecedented, yet bold intrusion. Fortunately, I was completely dressed, in a white blouse and a short blue skirt. My pants and t-shirt lay on the wooden bench alongside a couple of different things that I had gotten. I say fortunately because if Anthony had got an erection, both of us would have landed in a precarious situation where his arousal wouldn’t subside unless his balls were emptied.

  Anthony grinned. “Uh, I felt terrible about how I’ve been acting. So, maybe, I feel you’re always trying to make me give feedback about the stuff you purchase... So, here I am.”

  I tried to give him a hard glare; however, there was humor in my eyes. “Mhmm. Also, I’m certain it had nothing to do with those young ladies from college out there?”

  “Maybe... possibly. I don’t know.” Anthony swallowed hard as he found himself defenseless under my skillful probing.

  “Uh huh. Well, now you are in fact stuck to help me out.” I eyed to the bench for him to grab his seat. “Have your seat, fashion kid. I have a lot of stuff to try on.”

  Anthony hesitantly complied. In any case, here nobody could see us. He pushed my stuff out of the path and plunked down in the seat, facing the mirror on the opposite mirror. I posed in front of the mirror, flaunting my seductive curves and tempting edges of my lush framework in the blouse and skirt a couple of feet from Anthony. After a couple of seconds, I thought to tease him. “Well?”

  “Um, it lo
oks great, mom.” In actuality, he couldn’t be less intrigued. I glared.

  “Babe, either you truly help me or I’ll go have you introduce me to your college mates.”

  Anthony gasped desperately. “Mom! You wouldn’t.”

  I snickered. “Do you want to find out? Now shut your eyes while I change.”

  To my utter surprise, he kept his eyes wide opened. His passion-filled eyes impacted my heart and my heart raced. Perhaps, now it was his turn to become the predator while I became the prey. To be naked in front of my son, in a ladies changing room, in broad daylight in the midst of an almost packed up shopping mall was undoubtedly the kinkiest thing that I was going to do in my life. He was unexpected. I truly didn’t expect him or his effect on me, my heart, my mind, and my feelings. He was the calming sound of the light, pitter-patter of drizzle on Christmas morning in my brutal, destructive hurricane. He found me when I was lost. He didn’t bully me, he treasured me. He didn’t hurt me, he protected me. He didn’t belittle me, he respected me. He didn’t humiliate me, he took care of me. He didn’t try to change me, he guided me. He didn’t demand my submission, yet he owned me completely. He was my man, my Anthony.

  And when he chuckled mischievously, I knew what he really meant. I had just started to unbutton my blouse when I surprisingly found Anthony closing his eyes. Goosebumps shivered my entire body; I stood petrified for a moment to ensure whether he had really closed his eyes.

  But Anthony knew how to tease his woman, his mom; and soon, he shut his eyes and secured them with his hand just to ensure. I knew he was peeking with his closed eyelids.

  After a short time I said to him, he could open them. I was now wearing a loose pink skirt that reached down to just above my knees, and an excessively small tank top. My succulent chest mounds were bursting out of the top, uncovering enormous masses of cleavage and a solid white bra. The dirty look in his sparkling hungry eyes made me look down. Anthony was a dangerous sin, wrapped in angelic eyes; it made my heart pound like bass drums with distrust and my mind was clouded with bewilderment.

  “What? Oh, I get that. I suppose it is too small. Just unrealistic reasoning, I guess.” I expressed my wonderment.

  Anthony gazed straightforwardly as I wistfully adjusted my top. I could see the lump in his crotch developing; I was damn sure he felt a stirring as his youthful testosterone started to boil in his scrotum, something quite unique as he saw me. Our eyes met and I saw his lustful desire.

  But then, I decided to break eye contact and somewhat failed to acknowledge his lascivious gazing. Perhaps, his eyes stole my words. And, I engaged myself with spinning and watching myself in the mirror as the skirt was lifted up and surged down with each spin. On the last one, I spun quick enough to briskly exhibit the ass of my white cotton panties. Anthony was stunned at my deliberate seductive teases; the twitch in his crotch provoked him to turn away his eyes, but the picture remained. I chuckled as I witnessed his cock developing in spite of his earnest attempts to resist.

  “Okay hon, give me that top.” I motioned at him, dragging him out of his perverse fantasies.

  Anthony picked the one I wanted and gave it to me.

  “Alright, eyes shut.” I teased again.

  Anthony shut his eyes, again covering them with his hand. Besides, he knew it was unavoidable at this point. Irrespective of his desperate endeavors, he wasn’t able to resist peeping at his mom, me. He opened the most minor of gaps between his fingers and peeked through.

  I had just removed my tank top. In the mirror, Anthony could see my voluptuous mummy bosoms heaving and squeezing against my white bra. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to ride his youthful potent erection, but doing that in broad daylight, in a mall and that too with half of the city busy shopping, certainly that would be my wildest thoughts. I lifted my arms up as I pulled the shirt over my head, making my bosoms ascend as well. My back was arched and I looked like an alluring temptress, absolutely mind-blowing. My thick, dense hair streamed down my back while my chest pushed forward. I was sure Anthony was enjoying my provocative show, well, certainly, I was enjoying to the fullest. At that point, sadly to Anthony’s excitement, my naked seduction was again shrouded under the shirt. When I asked him to open his eyes and comment on his approval, his widened eyes feasted the fascinating sight of my attracting curves once again. Goosebumps coursed through my entire body when Anthony nodded his approval, anxious to be on to the following item. Perhaps, it was sinful, it was seriously wrong, but how could be so wrong when it stimulated our wildest thoughts so intensely. He couldn’t avoid the enticement. The taboo made it in one way or another much more sizzling.

  This time I was changing my skirt instead of my top. I noticed Anthony peeping as I pushed the short pink skirt down my hips without bowing down. I thought he figured out how to not gasp in absolute wonderment again at what was before him. My panties were not at all like my bra. The bra was a plain boring white number, however, these underwear were silky and attractive. They hardly secured my ample ass cheeks, nearly to the point of being a thong. In the mirror, Anthony could see a pair of swollen mounds, somewhat soaked, between my legs through the sheer fancy fabric. Certainly, when a pair of ardent eyes feasts on your tempting curves and seductive edges, you can’t deny the enticement of getting aroused. The lump in his crotch, the slight throbbing that it displayed and his gaping mouth wheezing explained his uncontrollable excitement more than his words could ever do. He gulped dryly.

  At that point I bent down to put on the next skirt, pushing my sexy ass towards Anthony. I was so close that he could have reached out and spanked me. Then when I lifted each leg to slip into the skirt, my ass cheeks swayed and clenched. I wrapped up that on and advised Anthony to look. I was certain he hadn’t missed this provocative exhibition.

  Obviously, he opened his eyes and acted amazed. “Wow that looks absolutely great, mom.”

  Story 2: Forbidden Temptress – Part 2

  “Aww…Yeah?” I exclaimed.

  He could tell I appreciated the flattering compliment. Regardless of how incredibly ravishing I was, I hardly received any genuine heart-filled commendations from my cheating dumbass husband. Possibly he was interested in my money more than my body and looks. I modeled the short blue skirt for him; however, I refrained from turning around with it. It was somewhat shorter than the pink one and would undoubtedly have exhibited my panties. And already with the testosterone raging through the veins of his potent youthful erection, adrenaline, pumping his heart, I knew how hard it would be for me to calm down his magnetic storm, especially when I got quite vocal with him the last time I rode him. But, I knew he had already noticed my lacy panties.

  Anthony’s heart was pounding like a thousand drums when he stated: “Really, I think I preferred the other one better. Would you mind to put that on?” I knew by the familiar tone of his tremulous voice, he simply needed to see those panties once more.

  I stopped. I was likely wondering whether he was serious or simply wanted to enjoy my hard time slipping into my skirts. When I decided to continue the teasing game, I asked him to close his eyes. I knew he watched me intently between his fingers. This time rather than dropping the skirt to the ground, I bowed down right with it, pushing it gradually down my thighs and calves. My ample rear end was significantly nearer to him now as I bowed down. I watched in the mirror as he licked his lips, eagerly gazing at his step mother’s wonderful buttocks. My fingers chilled down instantaneously, my heart raced as wild thoughts crowded into. I stood up, slipped myself into the first green skirt, and bowed down again to pull it up. He was incredibly frustrated when my panties were concealed. I chuckled as I teased him again.

  “Alright,” I told him.

  Anthony uncovered his eyes and grinned at me. “Amazing, mom, you look extremely hot.”

  “My God,” I quickly wondered. “Did he really say that?”

  I wheezed and afterward my cheeks reddened a bit as I blushed. “Hon!! Perhaps, you shouldn’t forget minding your surr
oundings.”

  I paused to examine myself in the mirror. “But, yeah, I do agree with you.” I did a brisk turn, completely exposing my long, slim, and sexy thighs and provocative panties for a few seconds, my stepson perhaps momentarily overlooked why we were in the changing stall. “Mhmm. Alright, next. Give me that dress.”

  Anthony did as his stepmother mentioned. This time he was given a genuine treat. First I dropped the skirt, and then I pulled off my top too. Now, I was almost naked, wearing only a little, slim pair of panties and a tight bra. His eyes completely feasted and lustfully devoured the tempting exhibition. My protruding nipples could clearly be seen as hard as stones, poking through the soft fabric of my bra, and my trimmed pubic hair and fleshly mounds were as visible as ever. He experienced a tremendous erection now from watching his stepmom teasingly dress and undress. I could see the awe in his face, the faint little gasps proclaiming his passionate and lustful horniness. Sadly for him, I pulled on the dress before his eyes could devour any more. The dress was a red ruffle gown with a long zipper in the back. He watched me as I endeavored for the zipper, give it a quick try and afterward rapidly surrender. I turned to look at him and he nearly mistakenly uncovered his eyes before I had given my permission. I chuckled mischievously as I deduced his fascination while watching his mom dress and undress, his temptation at my flawless seductive teases.

  “Alright,” I said.

  He opened his eyes.

  “I need you to zip me up if you don’t mind, hon.” I ventured back towards him, standing between his legs and giving my unzipped back to him. Anthony inclined forward, delighting in the chance to touch his gorgeous mother. He was ridiculous now. All he thought about was pushing the envelope with his mom. Anxiously, he grabbed the zipper. It was almost halfway down my ample butts. His hungry eyes devoured up the length of the opening, his yearning eyes lingering at my bra straps, I could feel his hot breath on my naked skin, I trembled as goosebumps shivered my entire framework and my legs weakened, I could feel his burning eyes prying seductively every wrinkle and moles on my back. In one way or another, this was hotter than seeing me bare. Licking his lips, he reassembled his attention and pulled up on the zipper. It didn’t move. He gave another desperate try and again it didn’t move. I swayed my ass as he pulled up with power on the zipper. Yet, nothing happened.