You don't make it inside.

You stare into the massive opening, heart thumping in your chest, mind scattered.

HONKKKK!!

Nearly jumping out of your skin you turn to see a mini van blaring its horn at you. You had nearly been hit. Jumping to the side the driver gives a small relieved smile. She was a bit older, maybe very early 50s? Didnt look it though. On top of a small rounded face was smart bleached blond hair, her brown roots showing slightly. Her hair parted in both directions so her horn rimmed black and gold glasses could sit uninterupted. The door to the van swung open violently as four boys burst from the mini van, all a little younger than you.

"Now dont you be late for pickup! 7 oclock, you hear!" The futa yelled from the open mini van window. You watch as all four, with no sign of recognition, jog into the mall. The futa sighs to herself before turning to you. "You ok there boy?" Her voice is sweet, southernly and undeniably motherly.

You walk to the open window and get a better look at her. A cream lace shirt with a very deep diving neckline expose two large breasts, a slight bit of untanned areola sloghtly showing. "You seem.. lost you need a ride sweetie?" She glances down slightly and you notice her eyes lock on your erection outline. No longer tucked it had made a, hard to deny, tent. She smiles kindly before looking you up and down.

"No, sorry im here to meet someone." You manage to **** out.

"I bet sugar, but you wont find nothing in there worth your time. Otherwise i wouldnt send my boys in alone. Fraid theyd come out as men." She beams another kind smile at you. "Are you? Already a man?"

You nod slowly, unsure if you understood her questioning.

"Come on and hop in, ill take ya where ya need to go." She reaches over and unlocks the door to her van. The door swings gentle open. You cant seem to come up with a reason not to.. so you gently open the door and step into the van. "Oh my sorry wasnt expecting guests." She tells you as she sweeps goldfish crackers, pta meeting notices, and what you think was a condum wrapper. "Ahem," she says smiling sideways abashed. "Buckle up please sugar."

Click, you buckle in and she accelerates forward.

Her eyes return to the road as you realize, you were nervous about meeting a stranger at the mall.. now you are doing worse, you dont even know her name.

"Im doug by the way."

"Oh my lord, names, im so sorry im being so rude. My name ms. Cummore but you can call me debra. Grab a juice there." She steals a chance to smile at you again before merging onto the highway. "You are 18 you said sweetie?"

You **** on the juice, splattering for a second before you manage to speak, "yes yeah i am." Her hand strokes up your leg while the other steers.

"Well dougie, where can i take you to help with your, situation." Her hand playfully taps your erection.