A concerned mother

Josh daydreamed about the alt chick, thinking of her wonderful milky breasts, when a shout brought him back to the present.

“Hey you skank!” a voice boomed from the next person in the line. It was an older woman, with gray streaks in her hair and wearing rather conservative clothes - a blue bluse and an ankle length skirt. She was holding another woman by the hand - was much younger, dressed in a simple t-shirt and bell bottom jeans. The older woman looked very much pissed off.

“Listen here lady!” She shouted again, pointing her finger right at Josh. “My daughter dragged me here for this signing, and I thought it would be a nice family book but NO! It was… it was… BLASPHEMOUS! It’s full of woke propaganda, unfit to be read by my young lady!” She pointed at the younger woman beside her. She groaned. “Mom, I'm eighteen, it’s normal for me to-” she started whispering but was cut off by another scream of her mother.

“Silence! I don’t care about your age, you will not read a book featuring those… those… transvestites! And so much more… lewd content. All these sexual things in those books, you should feel ashamed for writing about that kind of crap!” Whe woman yelled.

As she continued her yapping, Josh fully zoned out, his eyes glued to the woman’s rather thick thighs. He was so horny because of the massager at his junk, even this conservative woman made him so aroused…

You know this feeling when you are very horny somewhere where you can’t take care of it, like in a car or in a meeting? That moment where you discreetly and gently rub on your genitals through your pants, or rub your legs together?

Josh was in this position, but he had the fortunate case of having a thing stuck up his ass. Subconsciously, without even thinking, he started gently rocking back and forth, slowly inching the plug in and out of his rectum, rubbing on his prostate. His cock was rock hard, fully falling off the skimpy dress, twitching while exposed to the cold air.

As the woman yelled and screamed about christian values, Josh moved faster and faster, fully consumed by the pleasure he was feeling. He oogled the conservative woman before him, imagining pouncing on her and hiking that dress up and going to town on her. Or maybe…

…Her going to town on him?

He locked eyes with her, imagining her with a strap on, yelling homophobic slurs as he bounced on it, his legs shaking as his prostate was massaged.

Meanwhile in reality, the woman realized that the author she came to yell at wasn’t listening - she was just rocking on this chair with a dumb, glazed over expression on her face. She was furious. She reached forward, grabbing the woman by the shoulders - and unknowingly slamming Josh with full **** on his butt plug.

Time slowed to a crawl as the boy felled the plug slamming deep inside him, the true bliss of a prostate orgasm befalling him. In that final moment of clarity, he heard the telltale sound of his watch’s cooldown resetting.

Did he manage to escape?

(please tell me your suggestions or ideas in the comments on what you wanna see next :)