The Girl Outside The Bathroom

“Pardon me?” a young woman stepped up to Francis as he stepped out of the restroom. “But did you see a woman who looks like me in there?” He looked at the woman, studying her form. Yep, he nodded, she did resemble Lynette. Her hair was soft honey-brown rather than Lynette’s dark brown and was bound in a single, long thick braid that hung down between her shoulder blades. Her breasts were rounder and fuller than Lynette’s and her buttocks were rounder as well. The young woman was clad in a white button-down blouse, black pleated skirt, white stockings and Mary Janes.

“Did you hear me?” she said sharply. “Hello? Anyone home?”

Francis looked into her green eyes and grinned.

“Answer my questions and perhaps I will have answer for you,” he said. “And don’t lie.”

“Okay,” the young woman nodded. “Go right ahead.”

“What’s your name?”

“Catherine Esmeralda Pritchards.”

“Have you ever had sex?”

“No!” she exclaimed. “Never! How could you ask me such a thing! Now tell me if my mother is in there or not!”

“I’ve a better idea,” Francis smiled wickedly. “Why don’t you go in and find out?”

“Into a men’s restroom?” Catherine gasped. “That’s scandalous!”

“Then you’ll never find out,” Francis smirked. Turning, he pushed open the door and stepped back inside. The air in the restroom had turned pungent, overflowing from Lynette’s exertions. Grinning, he walked back into the handicapped bathroom stall and saw the brunette sitting on the covered stool, her legs spread apart as one hand frigged her clit and the other pinched and pulled at an uncovered thick nipple. Her blouse was rolled up above her bosom, her panties hung about an ankle and her pants lay in the corner, wadded up into a ball.

“Hello Lynette,” he said.

“Hello again,” the brunette said, licking her lips. “Shall I suck you off again?”

“Maybe later,” Francis shrugged. “Which of your daughters is Catherine?”

“My middle child. Both Catherine and Emily, my youngest, are students at Starling Academy,” she offered. “Why?”

“Catherine’s outside looking for you.”

“Oh. Well, I can’t leave yet.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m fucking myself right now. Your cock made me so horny. I cum and cum, but I can’t stop thinking about it.”

They heard the restroom door squeak open and slam close.

“What is that smell?” they heard Catherine call out. “Mother, are you in here?”

“Back her, Cat,” Lynette moaned, her body shaking with pleasure.

“Mother, what’s-” Catherine gasped, stepping into the stall. “Mother what are you doing?”

“Fucking myself, darling,” her mother smiled. “It’s this young man’s wonderful cock. I can’t stop thinking about it. Ooh.”

“I think I know to end your fucking,” Francis offered.

“How?” Lynette asked. “I’m beginning to feel raw from all this rubbing.”

“Catherine can help,” he smiled.

“I can?” the younger woman said. “How could I possibly help?”

“You have a choice, Cat,” Francis said, thinking quickly. “The only way for you and your mother to leave this restroom is to do one of two things. Either you have sex with your mother and her you while being videotaped, which I get to keep and do with as I wish, or you can eat out your mother while I fuck you. Decide quickly or other requirements may become necessary.”

“I know what I’d choose,” Lynette smiled, her eyes glazing over and both hands working over her cunt.