Go for the daughter

He headed toward the young girl who was checking out the sunglasses, slowly unbuttoning his pants and trying to justify what he was about to do. He needed to confirm his theory, he simply couldn't leave without knowing why the two previous women had turned into porn-like sluts ! What if it happened regardless of his clothes ? What if was triggered by proximity ? He needed to know, even if only to keep the repel safe.

His cock was already hardening, which should be concerning given he had already came twice in just an hour, and ought to be at least somewhat sore, but no, his member was growing at full length and maybe even bigger than usual…

— Excuse me miss ? he said, ready to sprint to his car if he was wrong and she started to scream at the pervert showing off his cock.

She turned around and her eyes landed on his cock. Immediately he knew he had been right. Her clothes started to twist and wrap, the shape and even materials transforming. What had been just seconds ago an elegant pullover and a regular jean, were now becoming a loose fitting jacket and a really, really short jean skirt.

The look on her face shifted, going from surprise and fear to lust and… joy ?

She glanced back at his face, looking flustered and overexcited like a kid on Christmas.

— You too ? she squealed with a broad smile.

Now Jon was really confused. He too ? What did she mean ? Could she also alter the shape of people by showing them her pussy ?

But she clarified things by opening her jacket and rising up her skirt, revealing she wasn't wearing anything else.

— I…I've never met another one… I never thought I would… I mean…the odds that two of us…

— You… you are an exhibitionist ?

The girl bit her lip and leaned her head back, as if the mere word was enough to turn her on, and her hands jumped at her nipples to tweak and fondle them, attracting Jon's attention on her body. She was delicious. She had small and perky breasts, a flawlessly smooth skin and her pussy was leaking like a faucet between her legs.

— Say it again…she softly moaned, her eyes closed.

— You're an exhibitionist.

Her moans got deeper, inviting him to keep going.

— You get aroused by being naked in public, you want to show your sexy body. He said more confidently now that he was getting into it.

One of her hands dropped to her crotch and started to passionately rub her pussy, caressing and pressing her clit as small whimpers escaped her mouth.

— Aaah…aaannhh… more… more…

— Everybody see the goody-goody girls, but deep down you're a slut… You're a horny slut and you want everybody to see it

She dropped to her knees, bead of sweat rolling on her body as she was frantically masturbating while trying to keep her body exposed to him.

— Yes ! Yes ! aaaahhhhhh… Your c-cock… rub…rub it !!! she pleaded, her face contorting in pure pleasure.

Jon gladly obeyed and began to rub his cock, his eyes glued to the show she was putting on. Soon he was panting too, the scent of both his cock and her pussy making his head spin, but as horny as he was, there was no question who between them was the enjoying it the most. The girl was crouched on the top of her feet and barely steadying herself with one hand behind her, her pelvis was trashing around and her body spasming, her juices flying everywhere as she madly flicked her cunt.

— Aaaaahhhhhh YES !! YES ! Slut ! So slut-sluttyyyyyyy !!!! mmm-mmm-mmmmMMMMHHHHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH !!!

She let out a throaty scream of bliss as her body shook with the orgasm and she squirted on the floor, her fingers deeply buried inside her pussy.

Jon wasn't even halfway to his own climax…

She straightened up and bean to crawl toward him, her eyes fixated on his member.

— Hmmmmm, yeah… such a tasty looking cock… You don't mind me sucking it do you ?

She wrapped her lips around his tip before he could mutter an answer she had already guessed.

He closed his eyes and moaned, feeling her service his cock with a combination of skills and eagerness. Damn she was good… Very very good… In fact she was even better than the policewoman, or even Chloe, she was-

— Excuse me sir ?

He spun his head around it hurt, looking at the woman standing on the other side of the shelf and looking straight at him. The teen's mom. He was dead.