Go in for the kill, of course. Or at least try.

As they left the shop, Addie was wearing the yellow sweater she'd liked so much and a pair of jeans with flowers embroidered on the outer sides of the legs. Seeing her, the tallest of the bunch stepped away from his friends and closed in on Addie and her mother. He was moderately buff, wearing a muscle shirt and shorts to show off his gains, hair slicked back with just a pinch too much product. The self-assured grin on his face accentuated his dimples and showed off his whitened teeth - all in all, he looked like the kind of guy that was used to score. As he closed in on Addie and her mother, the younger woman stopped walking and looked at him with interest. She'd never been hit on out of the blue and was kind of interested in how it would feel. Monica's face fell; ignoring or brushing off these kind of people was usually the way to go. With Addie's lack of experience, this situation was likely a recipe for disaster.

"Hey babe, really digging your fashion sense," the guy said as he reached the pair and shoved his hands in his pockets, grin replaced by a friendly smile.

"Thanks, I got it this morning!" Addie answered in a bubbly voice.

"Haha! Nice one. I'm Mike, by the way," the wannabe casanova introduced himself, nodding at Monica as if to acknowledge her presence.

"No, really. My name's Ad.. die, and that's my mom Monica."

Said mom touched her daughter's upper arm and asked: "Yes, nice to meet you, but shouldn't we be somewhere?"

"Aww, mom, we're just talking," Addie answered, turning towards Monica and giving her a playful wink. Her mother raised an eyebrow. What was Addie...?

"No, really, if you're busy, I'm not gonna keep you," Mike said, raising his hands palms forward.

"Nah, it's fine," Addie smiled, batting her eyes at him, "We have a bit of time."

"Good to hear that," Mike exclaimed, "By the way, I've seen you buy half the store; did something happen?"

"Yep, my luggage got lost and I actually had nothing to wear!"

"Damn, that sucks... Glad you got that sorted. Hey, listen: How about we go to the food court? My treat."

"Sure, why not? I'm a bit... peckish," Addie replied, putting a bit extra sexiness in the last word. As they left towards the eating establishments, Mike gave his buddies a thumbs-up. On the way, Addie and Mike talked a bit about their favorite places in the city and movie's they'd watched while Monica followed them a bit bewildered. Addie didn't actually plan to indulge this little prick's fantasies, right? She was Monica's... daughter? Lover? Both? Probably the latter. But she'd show him. And have a serious talk with Addie about boundaries and faithfulness.

At the food court, they picked up two fresh salads with grilled chicken - or 'something light for the ladies' as Mike put it - plus a burger and sat down in a booth after Mike had paid. After they had stacked up their shopping bags in front of the bench, Monica sat next to the wall and pulled Addie in behind her. Time to show this wannabe who was boss! Mike took the place across from Addie and looked at her mirthfully.

"It's not often that you meet a girl who's into the Machine Morphers movies," he took up the conversation and took a bite from his burger.

"Oof, I wouldn't say 'into'," Addie replied, prodding her salad with the fork in her right hand, "I was a huge fan of the animated series, so a silver screen adaption was kinda neat."

"Oh yes, I remember you watching that back whe--hrgh!" Monica tried to wiggle her way back into the conversation, but her thought process derailed when she felt Addie grabbing her cock through her dress, lightly rubbing it through the fabric. Monica felt blood rushing into her lower body, her swelling dick soon lifting up the dress. What was Addie doing?! Monica hands grabbed the edge of the bench hard, her fingers digging into the faux leather upholstery.

"Are you okay, Monica? Are you ****? I know the Heimlich," Mike offered, looking genuinely worried.

Not trusting her voice to not betray the sensations racing through her lower body, Monica frantically shook her head, made some non-committal gestures and drank some of her water. Addie, meanwhile, had continued massaging her mother below the table, Monica's cock now almost fully hard and tenting the fabric of her dress. A small stain of pre was spreading at the tip.

"Mh, mom looks alright. Say, do you work out?" Addie changed the subject.

"Oh, you noticed? Yeah, I'm up to 150 pounds on the bench."

"Wooow, that's impressive," Addie marveled, her hand now wrapping around Monica's stiff pole, just a thin layer of fabric separating their skin - her mother had gone commando! A **** squeak rose from Monica's throat, prompting Mike to worriedly look at her.

"Are you really alright?"

"Ah--I'm fine... nnnh, just a c-cramp," Monica stuttered an excuse.

"Oh damn. Want me to massage you? I'm really good at it, said my gi--uh, mom."

"Don't worry," Addie waved her free right, "I'm already massaging her."

"Aah, I was wondering what you were doing. It looked almost as if you were stroking her, haha!"

"Right, stroking," Addie giggled, "You're funny!"

Monica's only comment was a strangled noise that she was struggling to not let turn into a moan. This was insane! But Addie's hand was so soft... What if Mike noticed?! Or someone else! But it felt sooo good...

"So, do you do any other sports?" Addie asked to distract the clueless guy sitting across from her.

"Yep, I sometimes shoot a few hoops with the guys," Mike was almost too eager to talk with the young sexbomb instead of worrying about her weird-but-hot mother.

"I couldn't do that," Addie sighed, "all that jumping around..."

"Yeah, that would probably... hurt..." Mike stammered, his eyes taking on a slightly vacant expression. Without a doubt, there was a lot of jiggling going on in his imagination. And he wasn't the only one with this mental image, if the twitching schlong in Addie's hand was anything to go by. It was funny, really: In the beginning, her goal had been to get a dick of that size in her hands, but not someone else's! Still, this whole situation was incredibly sexy. All Mike had to do was look beneath the table and he'd see Addie jerking off her mother. A squishy feeling began building inside her new panties and Addie bit her lip a little, making Mike swallow hard.

"Uhm, are you into music?" the hapless man tried to recover, "my uncle owns a record store, maybe I can set you up."

"Ooh, that would be nice," Addie cooed, her fingers dancing across Monica's throbbing rod, "I'm mainly into Electro Swing, but I like pretty much everything. Except maybe polka."

"Does anyone like that stuff?"
"Probably the people that keep making it..."

While the pair kept talking about music, their favorite bands and underappreciated albums, Monica had to fight to keep breathing level. Despite three orgasms in the morning, she was now rock-hard and throbbing again, arousal threatening to overwhelm her. The fear of getting caught was ever-present, but Monica's libido overruled her common sense. She felt the small spurts of pre drench her dress, the soaked fabric clinging to her sensitive head. She began to sub-consciously buck her hips into Addie's hand, but a swift jab from Addie's foot made her realize and she **** herself to stop. Addie moved her hand up to Monica's cock-head and rubbed it with her fingers, coating the digits with the sticky liquid. Then, to her mother's disappointment, she brought her hand back up to the table - and used her cum-slicked hand to pick up a salad leaf. Pushing it in her mouth, Addie slowly licked her fingers clean.

"Mmmmh, the dressing in this salad is sooo salty," she moaned, making Monica's dick give a mighty lurch. Mike seemed to appreciate the show as well, judging by how red his face had gotten.

"Oh, sorry," Addie apologized, her hand moving back under the table, "it's just waaay to tasty."

"N-No problem," Mike stuttered, "uh, you were telling me about that one indie album?"

"Yeah, it was really..."

The conversation became a distant, unimportant hum to Monica as Addie's hand wrapped around her tingling cock. Her face and every breath on her slightly parted lips felt blazingly hot, Monica's dick aflame with pleasure. Addie noticed how close her mother was and grabbed her prick tightly through the fabric, changing her long strokes to slow, quick jerks. Monica gasped, unable to hold back her voice.

"Wow, you must give really good massages," Mike remarked.

"Hm, probably. Or I just hit a bundle of nerves or something," Addie replied, smiling to herself. Her mom was so about to blow her load.

And Addie wasn't far off with her assessment. After five more strokes, Monica exploded inside her dress, the first glob actually shooting through the fabric to splat against the table from below. A deep groan rose from Monica's mouth as she slumped down in her seat, spurt after spurt splattering into the garment, a big stain spreading on the front, although the overall volume was decreased from her earlier orgasms. Addie held her mother's twitching dick all the while, lightly caressing the spasming meat. Mike meanwhile was staring at Monica with both brows raised, stunned into silence.

"Damn, that's one hell of a massage you give, Addie..."

"Oh, you have no idea," Addie replied, turning towards her mother, "Is the cramp gone, mom?"

Monica nodded weakly, dick slowly softening under the table. Every muscle in her body felt like jelly. This had been amazing...

"Hey, do you smell that?" Mike sniffed, "Have they started serving sea food or something?"

"Must be," Addie mused, "by the way, do you have a favorite actress?"

While her daughter kept Mike's attention elsewhere, Monica nibbled on her salad and drank her water to recover her wits and her strength until she could finally sit up straight again. This had been crazy. And amazing. And dangerous. And thrilling. She couldn't wait to try something like this again. Noticing the damp feeling down the front of her legs, she frowned. Okay, so the whole affair did have a downside. But still...

Addie and Mike kept talking and eating for a while until Monica nudged her daughter to let her know she was alright now. Nodding, Addie turned back to Mike and decided to set him straight.

"Okay, listen: It has been a real blast to talk with you, but let's just be friends, alright?"

"Wha-? C'mon, really? I paid for your lunch and everything!" Mike groused, his face falling.

"Right, that wouldn't be fair. Here you go, that should cover you," Addie relented, setting down a fiver, and took her mother's arm to pull her out of the booth.

"Okay, okay..." Mike looked almost crestfallen, "But can you at least give me your number?"

Addie had maneuvered her mother and herself into the aisle, sneakily handing her mother a few big bags so Monica could cover her front to hide the stain.

"Alright, if it makes you happy. But I'll tell you right now, there's already someone I love, so it's gonna stay a friendship," Addie said, rubbing her upper arm against her mother's as she said 'someone I love'. Monica's heart beat faster - her baby had actually said the L-word! Something Adam had always struggled with. A wide, happy smile spread across her face. Why had she been jealous again? Her not-so-little girl was just making friends!

After exchanging numbers and a few pleasantries, Mike with a slightly sour expression but unfaltering in his niceness, mother and daughter departed to head back home.