Can't this just be a montage?

The car ride is relatively mundane, mom occasionally taking her eyes of the road to stare at me before going back to the task at hand. I can't help but feel she is looking at me a little lower than I feel she should be looking. What is going on with her today?

Before we know it, we've reached the shopping centre and mom grabs her bag. 'Time to do some shopping! Yay!' In shear excitement, she leans over the centre console and gives a kiss to my cheek. The kiss lasts long enough for a slight moan before she exits the car. I quickly look around to make sure no one saw that.

It is very quick that I suddenly realise why I was hesitant to go shopping. This is AWFUL. It's just a monotonous series of mom picking up new dresses, skirts and blouses to try on, handing them to me to carry, before deciding she has found something better and makes me trek back to the last place we were and return the gift.

This ritual lasted what felt like hours before she was ready to try the choices on. She sat me down on the armchair placed outside the changing rooms (obviously designed for other disinterested men).

'Now I have some cute outfits I want to show you so just let me know what you think,' and she closes the curtain. This entire time she had been pawing at me and giggling at every complaint I had. I look around. There seems to be not a soul in sight.

Before I know it, the curtains draw open. Standing there, my mom is now dressed in a sheer, black, form-fitting dress that hugs her beautiful curves. Her tits are pressed together in a beautiful way, making them pour over the top seam. Black, 9 inch heels adorn her feet, elevating her already magnificent curves to another level.

My jaw has dropped to floor. I have never seen her dress like this ever. Not even for dates with other men (mostly assholes). Frankly, she looks absolutsly stunning and, despite the taboo, I can feel blood pump to my dick.

She grins 'What do you think?' She twirls on the spot, clacking her heels on the tiled floor.

I drag up my jaw and tear eyes away from her ass. 'You look amazing, mom. That's only the first dress?'

She giggles, her tits bouncing along with her body. 'Oh yes, big boy. Perpare to get blown away.' With a final bend over, she once again closes the curtains.

What follows is a series of ever increasingly sexy outfits. She tries on a red latex dress with exposed sides with thigh high boots. A pair of leather pants with a see through blouse, exposing her lacy bra. A mini skirt that exoosed the lower ends of each of her juicy cheeks. With each consecutive outfit, my dick gets more and more hard, eventually becoming a real burden to hide.

'John! Could you come in here? I need help zipping up this outfit,' Mom calls out from behind the curtain. I gulp. If I enter the booth my mom and my hard dick will be in VERY close proximity. I could be discovered.

I enter the booth and the outfit she is wearing floors me. No longer wearing bottoms, a lacy black garter belt is attached to silky stockings. A matching pair of panties and bra enchance her already brilliant assests. I suddenly see what the problem was. She is mid way through putting on a corset, once again matching, and cant't seem to reach the zip.

With her back still to me, she turns her head to meet my eyes. 'Could you just zip me up please.' Her voice is raspy, almost panting. Was she excited I was seeing her like this?

I approach her slowly and grab her waist to steady myself. I slowly zip her up with ease. Did she really need help?

Without warning she bends, reaching out with her ass and resting it against my rock-hard boner. My face flushes. But it feels so good.

She closes her eyes and moans as she begins to work her ass up and down the length of my hidden cock. I can't take my eyes off her. It's as if her ass was made for this it fitted so perfectly.

She stands straight, still keeping contact with my cock, before turning around to face me. I can feel her hot breath, yearning for me, as she slowly approaches, with her ruby, plump lips.