Part 1 - https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/1ck522y/supermarket_milf_f42m26publicteasingslutty/

I’d learned her name was Jane, and we’d exchanged numbers. She’d carried on about ‘not usually doing stuff like that’ and how it ‘wasn’t really her’, but I ignored all of that and remained dedicated to encouraging her “sexual independence”, or “being a wanton whore” as I preferred to call it.

Back at the supermarket the next day, I didn’t expect to see Jane, but couldn’t help but scan the aisles for her, my cock swelling at the memory. Wandering around the produce section again, I nearly bumped into a girl loading pears into a display.

“Shit.. sorry” I muttered. “Daydreaming” I’d seen her before, and occasionally swapped smiles and polite chats. She was thin, dark features, tanned skin, black curly hair, and a nice plump little ass. I’d seen her drive so knew she was at least eighteen, thank god.

“That’s okay, no worries” She smiled sweetly at me. “Oh hey…” She screwed up her face cutely and put a finger to her chin, readying to ask me a question.

“Yeah?”

“Were you here yesterday?”

“I… maybe… why do you ask?” I stopped myself before admitting to anything, raising an eyebrow. The girl seemed to be acting overly innocent, holding her hands behind her back and poking her chest up, her perky little tits begging for my attention. Her name tag read ‘Melissa’.

“Oh, no real reason” she grinned. “It’s just… you saw that blonde woman who was acting a bit… strange?” She asked coyly.

I pretended to think, looking to the bright lights in the ceiling. Where was this going?

“It’s okay, I kinda know her. Well I know her son. I went to school with him.”

“Oh, okay. I hear he’s quite the looker” I tried to joke, but then realising what I was admitting.

“Yeah, he’s alright” The girl grinned coyly once again, looking down at her feet, her cheeks beginning to flush red.

“Although, it’s really more his personality” She admitted. Makes sense, I thought.

“Well… I should let you get back to work” I said. She looked at the pears and rolled her eyes.

“You know… I’ve seen her show off like that before. When she’d pick Jake up from school, she’d wear the skimpiest outfits. All the guys would totally drool over her. But yesterday… that was crazy right?”

One part of me was relishing the imagery of Jane flaunting her body in public. The rest of me didn’t want to help this gossipy teenager get Jane into any hot water. I simply nodded and smiled.

“Maybe she was just in a strange mood, who knows.” I said, shrugging.

“Yeah… a strange mood.” she replied, grinning coyly, again.

I gestured towards my empty basket. “Well, I should get back to this shopping” Her smiled turned overly sweet again.

“Sure thing. Hey, thanks for chatting to me! This job is so fucking boring.” She rolled her eyes and touched my arm.

“Well I’m sure I’ll see you around” I pulled myself away gently, thoughts racing. It did seem like the girl was into me, however the experience with Jane was probably clouding my judgement on interpreting female attention. Walking past the bread section, another girl in the supermarket uniform was putting loaves onto a shelf, very slowly. Another cutie, I thought. She was short and petite, and had straight light brown hair in a plat, beautiful smooth skin, sparkling green eyes and a very pretty face. Realising she was watching me, I looked at her and gave a polite smile. She grinned like Melissa had, then looked over my shoulder. I looked back, and saw her and Melissa were exchanging glances at me. Just gossipy girls, I thought. Gossipy girls I would do debaucherous things to…

With that in mind, I texted Jane when I got back into my truck. Not overthinking it, I just texted the word ‘busy?’. Within a minute, she responded.

‘I’m so sorry to ask. I need your help with something at home, can you please come over? I understand if you can’t.’ I started driving, hoping she wasn’t just going to use me as a handyman. Her house was nearby, as was mine. It was a really nice white weatherboard house, which had had a few extensions and was beautifully maintained. I walked past her SUV in the driveway, and saw Jane through the big bay windows standing in her kitchen barefoot. She was wearing a green sundress that barely covered her tits or ass. Seeing me, she put down her empty glass of wine on the white marble counter and gave me a little wave.

"This is a beautiful house…” I said as I entered the open living area, looking around at the high ceilings and hardwood floors.

“Yes… thank you. And thanks so much for coming, I’m sorry again for bothering you.” I texted you, you crazy bitch, I thought but didn’t say. But I’ll play whatever game you’re trying to play.

“You weren’t in the middle of anything were you?” She seemed nervous and a little fidgety, her hands moving around trying to straighten her dress.

“No, not at all. Just at the supermarket…” I cocked my eyebrow, watching her response.

“Oh…” She smiled in a polite way, as if she was reminiscing about a nice holiday she had years ago, rather than being drilled by yours truly in a supermarket car park the night before.

“So… how can I be of assistance?”

“Are you hungry? Have you eaten today? I can make you something…” she asked, in a motherly way.

“No, I’m okay, thank you…”

“Okay, just let me know though” She looked down awkwardly at her empty glass.

“Anyone else here?” I asked, realising I should have inquired about that much sooner.

“No, just us. Listen, can I show you something? Come this way” Jane suddenly perked up and smiled, gesturing me to follow her. She stopped in the doorway of a bedroom. Looking in, it was clearly her sons, or step son, whatever it was. The walls were covered in surfing posters, there was a desk used for homework. The room was clean for a young man’s, although the whole house was spotless, so I figured either Jane cleaned a lot or they had a cleaner.

“This is a bit silly…” Jane looked down at her bare feet, avoiding eye contact.

“What?” I asked. She looked up at me wide-eyed and bit her lip.

“Can you be a good boy for Mommy…?”

Without further ado, I stripped down to my boxers and got onto the clean bed. She gestured for me to get under the sheets, so I obeyed. She was grinning from ear to ear.

“Don’t say anything… Mommy’s going to make you feel really good…” I felt her hand slide under the sheets and find its way into my boxer shorts. She gripped my semi hard cock and began gently stroking. I moaned gently.

“There we go… doesn’t that feel good?” She cooed, her hand working me to a raging erection. I then felt her hands pulling my shorts down.

“Is this okay?” She asked. I moaned a ‘mmmhmm’ in response, not wanting to interrupt her fantasy. I felt the sheets rise up, then felt her warm breath on my cock and balls.

“Oh baby… Mommy has wanted to this for so long…” I heard from under the thin sheet. I then felt her tongue lapping around my balls, and her hand gently working my shaft. Her tongue ran up and onto the head of my cock, and licked at my tip. The head of cock then was enveloped in the wet warmth of her mouth, working me gently while she played with my balls and shaft. I slowly moved the sheets away to watch her head bob up and down. She was moaning slightly with my dick in her mouth, relishing in the fantasy. In the full length mirror, I could see her free hand was between her thighs, frigging away at her pussy. I sneakily took my phone from my jeans on the bed, and positioned it to start taking video for me to enjoy later.

After a few minutes I felt the cum boiling up. Jane took her mouth away, then mounted up on the bed.

“Don’t move baby… Mommy wants you inside her now…” With her dress hiked up around her waist, she positioned my cock against her pussy. Her eyes closed, she lowered herself down further and let out a moan.

“Good boy… Good boy… Let Mommy make you feel good… Be Mommy’s special little toy…” I’d never been much into submission, but I loved how much Jane was enjoying this. My cum started building up again as Jane bounced up and down on me, using my cock to fulfill her dirty little fantasy.

“Oh Jakey.. good boy… Mommy loves you Jakey… Good boy….” She had started working her clit with one hand an exposed tit with the other, almost instantly began shaking with orgasm.

“Oh Jesus Christ Jane…” I heard an unfamiliar voice from the doorway. Expecting to see a husband with a shotgun, I looked up. A young man who I could only assume to be Jake was standing and watching, with two other young men with their jaws on the floor. Jane turned, but didn’t stop her gyrations on me.

“Ohh….. Jakey! It’s okay…” She said half halfheartedly, still focused on riding me. Jake shook his head and walked away, the other two boys eventually following after snapping a few pictures with their phones. I looked up at Jane, who began riding me harder, grinding her g spot on the head of my cock, holding the headboard for stability as she shook with another orgasm, moaning shamelessly. My orgasm had back off from the interruption, hers clearly had not. She brought herself to a few more orgasms, until eventually sliding off and collapsing next to me.

“Should we…” I gestured towards the doorway, trying to remind her we had just been caught, which she seemed blissfully unaware of.

“Oh… don’t worry… he’ll be fine..” She said, catching her breath.

“Will he tell your husband, or something? Should I be worried…?”

“Hmm? What? No… don’t be worried. Even if he told, my husband wouldn’t care. He’s never here. And he’s gay” Jane said, seeming to almost be falling asleep. I sat in confusion at the situation, still very much erect.

“That was… so incredible. Thank you so much for doing that for me.” Her eyes were open and she was looking up at me sincerely.

“Are you kidding? That was a lot of fun to say the least” I said, naked with a hand on my cock.

“It wasn’t too… creepy or weird?”

“Nope. Very hot.”

“I’m glad. Thank you again… I feel like I really got a monkey off my back…”

“Do you… do this often?” I asked innocently, making conversation.

“What? No, not at all… you’re the only guy I’ve slept with other than my husband” She proclaimed. Yeah right, I thought. It must have been obvious in my face.

“Truly” She said. “It’s just lately I’ve been uncontrollably horny… You saw me in the supermarket. It’s almost dangerous” She laughed.

“Well I’m not complaining. Say, should we get out of your son’s bed?”

“Step son!” She corrected. “Do you need to be somewhere?” She asked, her hand working towards my cock.

“Not really…”

“Good… Thank you so much again. It was driving me insane… now I feel so much better….”

“Well I’m glad. It’s a pretty good deal for me too”

“You really don’t mind that… mommy stuff?”

“No, no way. It’s the same as any daddy daughter role-play stuff, which I’ve enjoyed a lot of in the past”

“Oh really?!” Her eyes lit up. “I’ve been watching so much porn lately, I never have before so I feel like I’m catching up. The step-incest stuff seems all the rage… I can see why” Suddenly the supermarket encounter from earlier popped into my head.

“When I was at the supermarket before… this girl that works there started chatting to me. She mentioned she knew you, and Jake…”

“Oh? There’s a few that work there that Jake went to school with…”

“She said you’d wear skimpy outfits when you came to pick him up, and all the boys drooled over you”

“They weren’t that skimpy…” She protested. “Maybe they were. I guess this ‘super-horniness’ has been building up a while…” She pondered. “What was her name?”

“Melissa, I think” She gripped my cock tighter as I felt it swell.

“I’ve heard the boys talk about her… Apparently she’s crushing on Jake. He acts like he’s not interested, but I think he just wants to play it cool… Speaking of which… I should probably get back to reality…” She said, looking up at me. Then her expression changed to one of shock.

“Oh my god!”

“What’s wrong?” I sat up.

“I didn’t get you off! I’m so sorry!” She clambered towards my cock.

“Relax! No problem. I’ll save it for you, for next time”

“You sure? Here, I’ll suck you…” I stopped her.

“We’ll do it properly next time, okay?” I said. She pouted.

“What are we going to do next time?” She asked excitedly.

“I’ll come up with something. I want to see one of these outfits I’ve heard about.”

I stood up off the bed and began sliding my boxers back on. Jane was on the bed, her disheveled green dress draping her toned body. She was grinning and looking up at me. It took all my willpower not to get back in there and shoot my boiling load into her, however I liked the idea of making her work harder for it next time. She asked me to text her as I left the room and found my way back outside.