“Oh my God, Ty. Do something,” she mouthed.
“Ma’am, please put your clothes on and come out,” a woman said from outside.
“Oh my God,” Jo mouthed again, moving in jerks, finding her clothes.
I rose to my feet, calm, licking her cum off my mouth and fingers, my eyes rolling in bliss. Jo’s eyes bulged as she threw her hands in the air incredulously, blushing deep red.
“Ma’am? Please come out or I’ll have to come in with security,” the woman said.
I rolled my eyes and gestured for Jo to calm down. Then I stuck my head out of the curtain, a shit-eating grin on my face. “Is there a problem, Miss?”
The pixie woman in a black skirt and beige shirt glared at me. “You can’t be in there, sir. Having sex in a public place such as store dressing rooms is a crime in Texas.”
“Thanks for the information. But why are you interrupting my mama while she’s trying on her pretty clothes to share it with us?”
The woman froze for a second, and then she blinked. “Your…mama, sir?”
“Yes. I’m sure you’ve heard me call her Mommy.” I stepped out and shut the curtain behind me so she could see my cut in full. “What, you don’t believe me?”
Her eyes landed on the colors on my cut, and she gulped. “Apologies, sir. Please forgive the misunderstanding.”
“I’ll think about it, but the odds ain’t so high. Shopping time is when my mama unwinds and enjoys a little time for herself, and now you ruined it.”
Her throat bobbed with another gulp. “How about a thirty percent discount on all purchases, sir, to make it up for her?”
“Forty-five.”
The woman winced. “Yes, sir.”
I moved my cut a little so she could see my gun. “For life.”
Tears moistened her eyes. “Anything, sir. I’m so sorry.”
With the two fingers that had been inside Jo, I waved the woman off. “Don’t let anyone interrupt me and my mama again until she has all the fun she wants.”
“Yes, sir,” she sobbed, scampering away.
I went back inside with my Jo and swiped the curtain shut. “Now, where were we, Mommy?”
“Oh my God. Furore taught you well, Rex.” She laughed. God, I missed her laugh. It set my heart dancing. Without thinking, I swooped down on her mouth and kissed her. My hand squeezed her tit, and the other reached down her pussy. I ground my cock against her so she could feel how hard I was for her. I guided her hand on my hardness for emphasis. Then I freed my cock.
Her tongue darted out to lick her swollen lips when she saw my erection, her nipples hardening again. I pinched her, rubbing the tip of my cock in her cum.
“No, Ty, please. I don’t want to dothis.”
“You just came on my mouth. What difference does it make if I make you come one more time on my cock?”
“We shouldn’t have done that either.” Guilt dripped from her voice. “We have to go.”
“No. Not before I make you happy again.” My fingers fluttered inside her while I used my cock to tease her clit. “I don’t want you to feel badly.”
“Oh my God,” she moaned.
“Does it feel good, baby?”
“Oh yes.”
“Did you miss your bad boy, Mommy?”
