Speak softly and jerk off.

Caleb tended to his second tendril awkwardly as the woman posed in front of the mirror.

"Uh..." As paralyzed, and distracted, as he was, Caleb still heard himself asking, "Should I... go?"

The woman looked at him before putting on her bra, hooking it across her chest. "Do you have somewhere to be, young man?" She gave him a knowing smile. He'd seen it on his own mom plenty of times.

"Well," Caleb exhaled, his hand still sliding back and forth across his exposed organ as it hardened even further within his cradling palm. "Even if I did, I... sure as hell don't know if this is it."

The woman laughed, snapping on her bra with the help of the mirror. "That's very thoughtful of you."

"Thanks. I was raised a manservant."

She smiled again in amusement, and returned to looking at herself and her reflection. Caleb was no longer trying to hide his erection or arousal, she after all seemed to give little care for it, zilch even. He watched her curvy body as she shifted weight from one leg to the other, cocked a hip sideways, jutted out her bust.

He panted a bit, stroking himself faster in her presence, still not really able to believe he was cramped in a stall with a half-naked, hot MILF and still remaining untackled onto the floor, and trying to enjoy it and the sight of her body for as much as he could. His eyes drifted over her chest, and he groaned.

"Your tits look real good," he blurted out. Whoops.

She gave him a glare, and the spell was nearly broken as she tsk-tsked him. "Now now, is that any way to talk to a woman? Especially one you're in a changing stall with?"

"I -- no, I didn't..!"

It took a couple seconds for Caleb to hear her laughter over his own distraught words. "Relax, kiddo. I'm just messing with you. Anyways," she looked to him mildly detached, as she gestured to her chest, "do you think it looks okay?"

Caleb gulped. A thud could be heard outside as he pushed back onto the stall door and began rocking his pelvis rhythmically with his jerking hand, his head turned upward to look at her through slitted eyes and her brassiere-encased breasts. This was getting unreal. An impossible fantasy. A wildest of wild dreams. "I think it looks," breath, breath, "it looks great on you."

"Hmm..." she arched her back, cupping her breasts and placing a hand on her stomach. "It might be a bit too tight, though..." With a frown, she bent forward, towards the mirror, while she adjusted the straps of the bra, showcasing the deep cleavage through the center as she did. Her meaty butt pointed in Caleb's direction, as her legs brought her ankles and thighs together, showing off her wonderfully toned physique. The sight was utter heaven before the teen, having never really gotten up close with a woman this age, anyway. Violently he continued pumping on his dick using all his might, eating up the unadulterated view she was giving him without shame as she gently squeezed her boobs together to get them more comfortable.

Then, twitching helplessly, his dick pulsed with feverish heat and he felt the clear magma within coming to a head.

"Ohhh crap, I'm..!"

He grunted and shook as jizz flew out of his spear and some of it iced itself across the woman's thighs and ass. He was in his own little cloud of heaven as his eyes ran across the entirety of her body, and then he closed them and let the high feeling pass.

Once he re-opened them, it was as if he was waking from a coma -- but in reality it had only been a few minutes.

Then the sanity kicked in.

"What... the hell have I just done?" he murmured. Looking down, he quickly zipped his pants back up. "My mom is gonna kill me, my dad is gonna piss on my ashes, and my sister's going to bring me back from the dead just to start it all over again! I can't believe this! All my life's work down the drain!"

He frantically looked at his unlikely stall-mate, and potential **** victim, and tried to calm her doubtlessly worried spirit before things spiraled out of control.

"Look, miss, I just want to say, I really messed up there but I was just having a -- "

"Black or pink?"

"Huh?"

Caleb blinked, and just realized the woman was addressing him with regards to her wardrobe. He shuttered the fuzz out of his eyes and really looked at her for the first time since ejaculating. She had actually removed her panties and was holding up two other pairs in front of her, looking at him with a mostly disaffected face.

"What should I try on, the black or pink pair? I kind of like the black one. I've been wearing this series for a long time. But the pink one here has this supposedly new elastic material with the lace that gives it a comfortable feel, even if it has just enough of a dastardly look to it. I'm not quite sure what my husband would like, but you're a young man; you have preferences, don't you? I'm sure your opinion will serve as an adequate preview for his own, the horndog. He still hasn't changed that much even after Gat was born, and I remember those teen years very well," she said with a twinkle in her stare. "You kids go crazy over woman's underwear, I'm sure." Meanwhile, Caleb's eyes drifted down, and he noticed his sperm still trickling down her legs from the mirror, and he nearly got hard just as quickly right there, at the wrongness of it. Of it being there, on an utter stranger. One that was at this very moment, bottomless before him, and letting him watch her sift through her flashy new clothes, with her fuzz of hair nestled uncovered above her vagina looking back at him like ET through the woods.

Caleb stopped and considered his situation. Something really was up. He was no detective and was even worse at chess but whatever was going on, he was set on figuring it out.