A switcheroo

"I think my friend would enjoy it immensely if you young gentlemen would switch places," you smile sweetly at the college students. "Michael, you replace this handsome man here," you flirt playfully with the brushcut blond, linking your bare tan arm through his strong one and ushering him around Madeline after he has pulled his swollen cock from her lips.

"She's got you nice and wet now, Mark, so it should be no problem giving it to her up the ass now, sexy!" You cock your head to the side and give him a wink as Michael steps out of the way, pre-cum drooling to the little pink tilettes of the rest room floor.

"Nooo problem at all!" he smiles back cockily, his blue eyes nearly making you goosh yourself. But on to other delights.

You similarly escort the darkly handsome Michael into position before the kneeling middle-aged woman.

"I think nothing will turn my friend on more than the taste of her juices on this big cock of yours as she licks it clean," you inform Madeline's son as you bend your knees and squat between the duo, underhanding the still-swollen dick. You want a ring-side seat for the fun to come. You glance to Madeline. Even though the large-lensed tinted glasses help to disguise her features from her son, you can still see the pleading eyes through the chocolate tint. You're not done with the woman though. You still want to make her feel the humiliation you did in that other mall rest room, seemingly so long ago.

"Alright, guys, time's a-wasting!" you tell the young studs as they seem to await your next instructions. "Fuck my friend silly! Make her cum, and cum again!"

Snapped out of their stupor, the college chums find their respective holes and proceed to fill them.

Madeline's lips, freshly coated with whorish daubs of gloss, reluctantly part to accept the beauty of a prick possessed by her son. Knowing you're watching, she begins to suck the cuntslimed length, gleaning her juices from the smooth skin of the fratboy fucker, making him moan.

"And how 'bout you, Mark? Packing that ass full for her?" you call over the woman's shoulder.

"Fuck, she's tight as shit, hehe!" he laughs. "But, yeah, I'm in now! Time to go for a ride, baby!" Mark says, slapping Maddy's fleshy right moon as he pistons his hips forward.

"Yeah! Let's fill the birthday girl with as much cock as she can handle, Mark!" Mike laughs to his friend. You watch as he gets into the spirit of the threesome, grabbing a fistful of the raven hair and using it as a handle to guide the mystery woman up and down his eighteen-year-old cock.

Michael soon gets into a syncopated rhythm with Mark. When he pushes deeper into the woman's mouth, his friend backs off. And when his friend piledrives deeper into the ass of the wanton woman kneeling before them, he eases off and lets Mark drive her forward onto his cock.

You now stand back up, your knees a little weak from your extended squatted stance. The hot action before you is just too much for you to stand idly by. You raise your buckskin miniskirt with the diagonally cut hem and dig a few fingers deep into the pulpy-lipped slit between your long tan legs.

The grunts and groans from the two college guys tell you their release is imminent. To ensure Mike's attention is where you want it, you slide into the small space between Maddy and the cold tiled floor she kneels on all fours. You lie facing her, your face just below the top of the denim corset you picked out for her.

"Here, Maddy," you say quietly to the woman above you, "Let these puppies breathe!" You reach up to undo the zip just enough to extract the large mams of the brunette. The near bowling ball-sized jugs hang down enough over the top of the corset for you to suckle at the titties.

You see Mike's eyes widen as he stares towards his mother's hidden face and watches as you suckle like a babe.

"Ohhh.. fuck me!" Mike groans as he watches you go to town on the titmeat, a smile on your face.

"Wh-what's wrong, Mike?" his friend asks, red-faced, ready to blast a load of cum into the bowels of the miniskirted mother kneeling before him.

"Nothing. Blondie's just down there, sucking on this slut's big titties!"

You giggle at the banter. Then you feel a hot drop of liquid spatter your forehead. You look up. A tear is running off of one of Maddy's cheeks. You can't help but wonder.. is it from shame or lust?

"Oh, fuck, that's just too hot to think about!" responds. "I'm gonna.."

"NO! Don't cum inside her, guys! She wants to feel it splattered all over her! Pull out and get it allll over her!" you interrupt, **** to see the woman soiled.

You are not disappointed. You see cum fly from Michael's cockhead after he pulls it from the brunette's puckered lips. The stuff splatters across Maddy's nose, speckling her new sunglasses. It hits her forehead as well as her son jacks wildly to finish off, specks getting into her raven hair. She's just a mess. Some drips off her chin and you happily catch that on your own tongue.

"Hope you got a good drycleaner, miss!" the blond says with a gasp. You know he must have shot all over her ass and probably up her back, on her vintaged skirt and corset.

You smile wickedly as you reach up to remove the soiled specs and reveal Maddy's identity. Then you have a crisis of conscience and stop your hand's forward progress. It was Maddy you had the problem with. Do you really want to scar the poor guy for life?