Maddy is revealed

Your busy fingers haven't been enough to satisfy the incredible fucklust that has built up watching the haughty matron being humiliated by her unknowing son and his oblivious friend. Not caring about the consequences, merely interested in having her handsome son Michael for yourself, you pluck the designer sunglasses from their perch on the middle-aged woman's face.

"Let me clean these up for you, Madeline!" you chirp from your position on the floor below the half-dressed woman, emphasizing her proper name as you look to the young stud using her tongue as a washcloth for his deflating penis.

You watch as Michael catches his mother's name in your words. His eyes go wide as he recognizes the woman from whose loins he sprang, even through the extensive makeover (and the cum facial) she has recently received.

Your tongue against the cum-smeared lens of the sunglasses, you pause mid-lick and prepare to put on what you hope will be an award-winning performance.

"M-Mom!?!" is all that the hunky college student is able to mutter as he backs away from the half-dressed woman on her hands and knees before him.

You see his mother ready herself to speak, trying to find the words to explain how she was **** into this incestuous public restroom liaison. You step between them, brushing your thick flaxen mane back away from your sun-kissed features before you take one of his strong arms in your hands in an attempt to comfort him.

"Oh my God! You mean this woman who sucked and fucked you and your friend is your mo-ther!?!" you ask, exasperatedly. "Oh, Michael, I'm sooo sorry!" you lie, casting a horrified glance Madeline's way. "She just told me she wanted my help to sex herself up to get younger guys!" You make a face like you're ready to retch right there in the middle of the men's room.

Caressing Michael's washboard abdomen through his open shirt with one free hand, you turn to face Madeline with an evil grin.

"How could you involve me in such a thing, you horrid woman?!" you ask the flabbergasted mother. You bury your face in Michael's nice-smelling chest, pretending to fight back tears.

You grin to yourself as you see your plan has worked. You feel her son's hand smooth the bare skin of your upper back, stroke your blonde mane. He is trying to console you as if you are the wounded party in this tawdry mess.

"Let's get out of here," he softly tells you, his voice slightly cracking. You glance up through the long bangs across your brow to see him give a withering glance at the woman who bore him.

"Mike! What's going on?" his friend asks from behind the upthrust posterior of Michael's mother. He is still wiping the cumdregs from his satiated cock on the skimpy hem of the woman's vintaged miniskirt. "Did you say this fuckbunny was your mother?"

"Never mind, Mark. Miss.." he stops, realizing he doesn't know your name.

"Lacey"

"Miss Lacey and I are going to talk things out," he tells his college buddy somberly as he wraps an arm around your bare shoulders.

You look to Mark as his friend talks to him and see the recent news has had a different effect on him. His thick cock seems to be lengthening in his hand. You look down and see Michael has forgotten to take care of his not-so-little buddy.

"Uh, not that I mind, Michael, but you might want to put the big guy away before we hit the mall esplanade. You never know what cock-hungry women might try to jump you with that hanging out," you tell him, giving a last pointed glance at Madeline.

"Oh shit," he mutters, seeing his now-flaccid cock still hanging from his cargo shorts' fly.

Out of the corner of your eye, you see Madeline manage to get to her feet as you both head for the mall restoom exit.

"Michael! Don't listen to her! She's trouble! She blackmailed me into doing this! Please listen.." she pleads to both your backs.

Her son just holds an open hand up to her as he hugs you tight to him with the other hand.

"Don't worry, Ms. P!" you hear Mark cooly assure her. "I'll take care of you, baby!"

You try to suppress a giggle as you exit the doors on the arm of this dreamy young guy.