Sharon Goes Back to School Ch. 15B

"No sweat, man," Zeke called after him, "Hit the food court too... I'd take a cherry limeade." Scott waved that he had heard, but did not look back. Sharon found herself wishing she had left with the women. Biting her lip, she started for the door. "Now wait for just a minute," Zeke was leering at her again, "You are one fine woman, you know that?" Sharon hesitated, then shrugged. She offered no resistance when he caught her hand, leading her to the side of the store, out of site of most of the mall, though she realized with no small fear that they were still partly visible at the edge of the door nearest the mall exit. Watching, she tried to relax, seeing that the people passing were either intent on leaving or focused on wherever else they were going.

She started, realizing Zeke's hand had slipped easily inside of her waistband. He deftly fingered her aroused clit. She shuddered, pressing against his touch. He chuckled, "Damn, you are fine... I'd almost forgotten. Think your daughter will be as good?" Sharon groaned, shaking her head. "No?" Zeke teased, "Don't know if I believe you."

"Lessss... Less experience," Sharon managed, her hips undulating as she offered herself to this awful young man.

"Well, it ain't just hubby gonna love that tongue piercing," he teased, "Is it?" Sharon shook her head. Zeke laughed, "Gonna have to find out for myself," he smiled, "Course, that'll mean a better before test, won't it." Sharon was so close to cumming she could not answer. And she made no effort to stop him when he spun her, maintaining pressure on her damnably excited clit, and pushing her back with his free hand. The aroused, trained housewife obediently bent at the waist. She shivered, still twitching, needing to cum, when the young man deftly yanked her sweat bottoms down, leaving them in a bunch at her knees. She heard him unzip, felt the shift in his still teasing fingers as he freed himself, shucking his length a couple times to be sure he was ready. Even though she knew it was coming, Sharon nearly cried out as he lanced into her fully finger against her clit anchoring her in place as he filled her from behind. She reached out blindly, knocking shoe boxes to the floor before her hand found the shelf to aid in her balance.

Zeke had released here clit to grab her waist with both hands as he hammered in and out of her aroused sex. Sharon knew she should not be doing it... Someone would see them. But at the same time she was hunching back, welcoming his thrusts.

"Yeah," he panted, "You shit hot... Don't worry, though... I'll tell you... If Cathy's as good... after our date..." Sharon whined, shaking her head no. "What?" he teased, "You don't wanna share?" Sharon managed to shake her head again and Zeke laughed, "Too bad, little Bitch... We gonna have you and your daughter taking cock side by side next year." Sharon felt tears fill her eyes but could not gain enough control of her body to stop herself from getting off on her tormentor's steadily thrusting cock. Sharon was horrified at the mental image of her daughter putting out like a slut beside her. And she was ashamed at how powerfully she came at the same mental image.

"Yeah, you are quite the slut," Zeke taunted, never slowing as she spasmed beneath him, "Gonna get off watching me pole your little girl, aren't you? Want me to call my buddies... couple workin' out here... we can take you in back and..."

The employee only door opened abruptly. Sharon whimpered as a girl no older than her daughter stood just a few feet away watching what Zeke was doing to her... and how she was responding. Swallowing once, the girl's gaze flickered up to the big football player, who jerked his head toward the door.

"Kinda busy here, Judy." The pale, pimple faced girl stepped back, closing the door without a word; as if it happened regularly. Zeke picked up the pace at which he was hammering into Sharon. "She's not bad... if better ain't around," he panted, "An she knows her place... just like you... right little bitch?" Sharon bit her lip, trying not to respond. Chuckling darkly, Zeke pulled out completely, swatter her ass with his bare hand sharply, the sound filling the store.

"Nooo!" Sharon groaned, wishing she was stronger, and wanting to hold out until the young touch was begging her for a break. He thrust forward again, impaling Sharon's ass. She barely stifled the cry of surprise as he did so.

"Guess you still have some learning to do," he said through gritted teeth, "But that's OK... we'll be seeing lots of each other... I'm sure glad... Scott and I... are such good friends." Sharon was nearly to another climax, and any concern about passing shoppers seeing her was long gone. "I'm gonna be sure... to visit the house... over Christmas break," Zeke assured her. "May even bring... my buds to meet his mom." He reached down, curling a thumb up into her sex as he went on punishing her ass, the position leaving the pad against her G-spot, the web of his hand firm against her buzzing clit. Swallowing her scream, Sharon came again strongly on the young man's cock.

"Yes!" she husked as the first wave ebbed, "Don't stop... More... Harder... Don't quit now!" She still was not thinking about anything except their coupling when he pulled out, catching her by the hem of the hoodie and leading her along the aisle farthest from the windows and the entrance. Sharon hobbled after him, dimly aware that it would just take a look for a passing shopper to see her naked from the waist to the knees, being led toward the front of the store by the big black boy like some perverted dog. He lifted the desk top separating the sales desk from the store floor, and led Sharon through the swinging door. A moment later, Sharon found herself on her hands and knees as he lanced into her pussy like the dog she had imagined herself to be.

"Think I'm better than ol' Scotty?" he taunted, when Sharon was close to another orgasm. She shook her head, "No? That mean he's been up inside of you, too? What'll happen if we make him a frat member, too?" he teased her relentlessly, "S'pose he'll just let his brothers use you two, or will he take a turn?" Sharon whimpered, the prospect of being found out by her son too much even for her aroused body to ignore. "Shit," Zeke pulled out, reaching down to spin the confused housewife onto her ass, her head barely under the table where the register sat.

"How are you folks doing, today," he said, and she realized someone had come into the store. "If you see something you need, just shout..." He waited, seemingly unaware as Sharon struggled to get her sweat bottoms back up. "Don't move, bitch," he growled softly, and Sharon dutifully froze, "I ain't done with you yet..." He answered someone's question, and Sharon had almost decided he had forgotten her when his instep kicked at her shin lightly, "Don't just sit there, little slut," he whispered, "Why you think I have the register set up like this..." He twitched his hips, his heavy cock swaying suggestively before Sharon's face, "Told you I'd be getting a before and after testing... Suck me off."

Sharon reached up, guiding his still erect cock into her mouth. She was long used to the mingled fluids and there was no hesitation as she went to work. She heard the register rattle and ring above her, and realized with a forbidden rush of excitement someone was buying shoes just on the other side of the thin plyboard counter, unaware of what she was doing. She picked up the pace, head bobbing, tongue swirling, sucking at him hungrily.

"Oh yeah," he said, hips shifting toward her mouth, "You are a good little cocksucker... I may be to spent to get it up for your daughter." Sharon closed her eyes, working harder, wishing it was true. "You gonna come back before the new year and show me how it feels with that tongue stud?" she shivered, amazed he could know about her gift... or did he? She managed to nod before he got impatient. "I'm not gonna last much longer," he warned, then abruptly spoke more loudly. "How are you doing today? Finding what you're looking for?" Sharon hesitated, but he pressed himself at her face. "Think that's your kids?" he teased, "They gonna come back while you're down there being my little whore?" Sharon had hesitated again, then redoubled her efforts to get him off.

The register chimed again as Zeke closed another sale. And another.

"Yeah," he said, as if to himself, "That could be your daughter and that pretty brunette BZ Bitch... They may be walking in right now. Or maybe I'll just tell Scott what a talented mother he's got..." He laughed, reaching down to pat her head, "Damn you're spirited..." Sharon was bobbing and sucking as hard as she could, a maneuver that invariably broke down the men in the champagne room. Zeke patted her head, "I'd be done if I hadn't already filled little Judy up an hour ago." Sharon's mind reeled at that... the man she was blowing was intent on fucking her daughter, and the Sobel women together still weren't enough for him. She shivered, aware that part of her was trying to work his swollen cock even harder, anxious to prove she could be all that he needed.

"Better hurry," he warned unnecessarily a moment later, "I see them... They're on their way back now... Gonna get me off in time, little Bitch?" Sharon whined, adding a low hum to what she was doing. Zeke arched his back as if she had hit him with a live wire. "Damn!" he groaned, a moment before he began to pulse into her mouth. Sharon wanted to cheer but was kept busy trying to get everything swallowed as he spent himself. She was ashamed to find that she had been fingering herself as she sucked him off... a puddle of her juices had collected beneath the register. After what seemed like minutes he backed away, deftly tucking himself into his open jeans and zipping up. He pointed and Sharon dutifully moved to a low stool away from the register as she hastily finished pulling her sweat up, hoping not to soak through the crotch, as little as her thong would catch her still flowing honey. She wiped self consciously at her face, leaving a pearly smear on one sleeve of her hoodie, and hoped her make up was not too obviously smudged.

"Hey girls," Zeke said, and she knew he was not teasing-- Kelly and Cathy had come back into the store, "Find something I'll like?" Sharon heard a bag rustle, and then the big clerk whistled, "Come to papa, little kitty Cat. I'll make you purr in that." Cathy giggled, and Kelly snorted.

"Where's Sharon?" the older woman asked. Zeke inclined his head toward Sharon as she watched.

"She's back here," he said, "I had her blow me since you had me all hot and bothered."

"Trevor!" Cathy was obviously mortified. He laughed.

"She's sleeping behind the counter here," he shrugged, "I told her lots of times one of the clerks naps when two are working and she said she was tired..."

"Yeah, she slept on the way here," Cathy bought the line, and Sharon hurried to feign sleep. "Mom? Mama?" She sniffed, groaned, then lifted her arms, stretching, and struggled to her feet, doing a credible job of being barely awake, but mostly because her clit was twitching like mad, anxious for more stimulation, making it difficult to balance.

"Get a good nap?" Zeke asked. She nodded.

"Thanks, I needed that." He laughed at her response.

"I could tell... Glad to be of service." Just then Scott returned, plopping an enormous Styrofoam cup on the counter.

"Cherry limeade for my man. Thanks for the gift card!" he held up a Game Stop sack, "Got the new NCAA football."

"Cool!" Trevor nodded his head, "I'll have to come school you on it over the break."

"Anytime, man!" the boys went through another shorter ritualized handshake as Cathy complained that they needed to get outside before the place closed.

"Don't worry 'bout Donnie, yo!" Trevor picked up the phone behind the desk as Sharon managed to exit the sales desk, "I'll call ahead, tell him to expect you." Cathy waved, missing entirely Kelly's concern move to help Sharon as they reached the mall floor. "Hey Scott," Trevor called as he hung up, "I got a break coming, you wanna hang out while they get taken care of?" Scott turned back without even checking with the women. Sharon wondered how one person could have such an attraction to all of her family, and giggled stupidly at the momentary image of Chris servicing the big young black man. That, she knew, would never happen.

"You OK?" Kelly whispered. Sharon managed a nod. "You didn't... he didn't?" Sharon nodded again. "But he likes Cathy... And she likes him," Kelly had obviously been talking to her daughter. Sharon managed another nod.

"Believe me, it wasn't my idea," she assured her younger lover. Kelly nodded, having never considered that seriously.

"Damn," Kelly murmured, and Sharon found she had no better way to describe what had happened, and what threatened to happen in the very near future. As they stepped outside, she leaned over, whispering, "Was it good?" Her lover and dance partner colored but nodded. "Well at least she'll have that going for her," Kelly said, almost to herself, watching as Sharon nodded in agreement momentarily before elbowing the smaller brunette in the ribs. Kelly giggled and kept up as the older woman pursued her eager daughter toward the Donnie's entrance.

"Well well well," the big black man said in the same baritone Sharon remembered from the first day with Dave, "Zeke called, told me to expect some beautiful women, but," he paused and blinked, obviously recognizing Sharon. "Guess it really is my lucky day he said, bringing his hands to the belt of his jeans.

"Donnie?" Sharon said pretending she did not know if he was the store's owner, "I'm Sharon, and this is my DAUGHTER, Cathy." She desperately prayed the big man would not act like Zeke had back in the mall. The big man blinked, rocked back on his heels, and then nodded. Sharon could have hugged him, she was so relieved that he understood. And was going to play the game.

"Well, then, ladies, what can I do for you today?" he began, "Are you 18 yet, young lady?" Cathy blushed, and nodded. "Well then, you don't specifically have to have parental consent, but I've always found it's better to ask first where possibly permanent changes are being considered." Cathy nodded. "Besides," he sat back down on the stool in the cubicle where he had been working, "If you bring mom or dad along, usually mom or dad will pay, right?" Cathy nodded again.

"We have some specials," he said, pointing to the wall. There were several tattoo designs on felt stuck to the '25% off' wall, as well as 'tongue and tit,' 'tit and lip' and 'snake bites.'

"What are snake bites?" Sharon asked without thinking. The artist held up a photo, showing an otherwise attractive young woman with pointed metal barbs jutting out from her lower lip at each side. "Ewww, no thanks," Sharon recoiled.

"I was just going to do my navel," Cathy said, moving to look at one of the display stands with a variety of jewelry. "Kelly? Were you going to get anything?" The young coed nodded.

"I think I'll get my tongue pierced... what do you say, Sharon?" Cathy scoffed.

"Mom may be less square than most of my friends' moms, but please."

"Oh yeah?" Sharon heard herself answer, glad Kelly had given her the opening, "Mr.... er Donnie, how much to do her navel," she pointed at Cathy, "And our tongues?"

"Right mom," Cathy rolled her eyes, "You're too funny. Why don't you get tattooed eyeliner while you're at it?" Sharon glanced at the display stand where her daughter was standing. "Are you daring me to do it?" she asked, arching an eyebrow. Cathy rolled her eyes. Kelly caught the younger Sobel woman's arm.

"Which one are you going to get?" Cathy shrugged, then pointed to something in the case, and Kelly nodded. Donnie stepped up, eyeing what they were talking about.

"That's ok for a starter... I recommend staying away from the treated metals and the plastics until it's healed."

"How long will that take?" Cathy asked. Kelly waved dismissively.

"A few weeks, is all."

"Could be two or three weeks, can be a few months," Donnie shrugged, "Depends on how you take care of it... Clean it but be gentle, nothing to stringent... No hydrogen peroxide." Cathy nodded. He turned back to Sharon, "If you do the eyeliner, too I'll split the two for price, do your sister's navel here,"

"Daughter," Cathy reminded him and he shrugged in mock apology, "Your daughter's navel, your tongue and your tongue," he nodded at Kelly, "Will be like an early Christmas gift." Sharon nodded in agreement, and Kelly laughed at Cathy's expression.

"What will dad say?" she asked. Sharon shrugged, and Kelly laughed.

"If what they say is true, he'll wish she'd done it a long time ago."

"Ewww, TMI, Kel'," Cathy wrinkled her nose, but Sharon worried that by the expression on her daughter's face she was contemplating whether Trevor would want her to get her tongue pierced, too. Sharon was not surprised her daughter had chosen a belly bar with a purple stone dolphin dangling at the bottom. She did not say anything, though, knowing that arguing for Cathy not to see the big football player would be the surest way to push the headstrong young woman into his arms.

The lanky tattoo artist selected the appropriate bauble by the number in the case and beckoned Cathy into the front station as he set out a cellophane wrapped autoclave package and washed his hands. He paused, then,

"I'm sorry, you're just 18?" Cathy nodded. "Tara!" Donnie called and the same woman Sharon remembered from before came out of a back room, "I've got a navel and a tongue for you," the woman nodded, and beckoned. Sharon started to go with her daughter, intent on sharing this experience together, at least. Donnie waved a finger, "Nope, if you're getting the eye ink, too, we'll do that out here... it's better light... that way when they're done, you'll be closer to being done, too." Sharon bit her lip but did not argue, in part because at the possibility that Donnie meant to fuck her she felt her sex beginning to flow, so much she was sure her sweat pants would soon betray her arousal. She pressed her thighs tight and nodded, Cathy mistaking her expression for apprehension.

"Hey, mom," she started, "It's okay if you don't want to..." Sharon waved her off and offered a crooked smile.

"Oh no. No way is my daughter going to say I chickened out and wasn't cool enough." Laughing, Kelly caught Cathy's arm and a moment later Sharon heard the door close to the private cubicle. Abruptly she realized they were barely hidden, the front cubicle half walls not even reaching the height of the barber style chair bolted to the floor.

"I knew you'd be back," Donnie said, smiling at her, "Once they get a taste of how I handle my needle..." Sharon smiled, but could not argue. "Your daughter is beautiful," he continued, "But I confess, I'm surprised you're letting her join you." She shook her head.

"I'm not... I mean, I don't want to," she hesitated, not wanting to offend a BZ member, "I'm sorry, but." Donnie laughed.

"Oh no, little Bitch, you don't have to explain... You know the upside or you wouldn't be here, but you also want to protect her from all the risks you are taking... It's only natural." He paused, eyeing her up and down, "You're thinner... but there's more spirit in you now, too. So how is it you're both here if you don't want her to be a BZ Sister?"

"I think some people have other ideas," she answered, hating how bitter she sounded. Donnie nodded.

"Zeke's a pretty headstrong pup, but he'll mellow... May be he really likes your daughter, did you consider that?" Sharon almost asked if that was so why he had been fucking her ten minutes before, but managed just to shrug. "So I guess we'd better get to work, then... Tara isn't fast, but she won't dawdle... they'll be done in just a few minutes." He moved over, throwing the lock on the front door, and having seen for herself that the mirrored glass fronts did not let enough light out to see exactly what was happening, Sharon relaxed immediately. Donnie laughed.