MILF #6: Exciting Photoshoot

One of the more off-the-wall decisions Maria had made when she first bought the building that now houses her struggling adult store, Romancing the Stone, was to have a small theatre built in a storage area connected to the main shop. It was partly prompted by the empty warehousing space - but mostly because Maria spotted a set of theatre seats on eBay that came with a forty-five-foot screen and hit 'bid'. As far as impulse purchases go, this one was far from inspired. But, to her credit, when Daniel and I grilled her about it, she didn't put up much of a defense.

"What can I say? I got swept up in the moment. I thought it might boost DVD sales, bring people into the store. Make it a destination."

We both raised our eyebrows at her. Her business acumen wasn't stellar, but even Maria wasn't that naive.

"Okay, okay. I thought having my own movie-theatre would be so cooool."

We all burst out laughing. It was cool. Just not her smartest financial gamble.

Daniel, his girlfriend Lisa, and I had arrived at the store around lunchtime. Maria promptly locked up behind us - no customers in sight - and we had a full day planned. She hung a homemade sign in the window that read:

Stock-taking

More pleasure tomorrow

Daniel gave a very eager Lisa the grand tour of The Stone, leaving me a few minutes to catch up with Maria.

"I've missed you," I began. I wasn't sure how much time we'd have to talk, and didn't want to waste a second.

"I've missed you too," she said, placing her hand gently over mine. "You look spectacular."

'Spectacular' is our word.

I hadn't had much prep time that morning - blame the whole Joe situation and the, ahem, very relaxing bath that followed - so I'd pulled my blonde hair into a loose half-up style. Wavy strands framed my face while the rest was swept back in an easy, tousled knot. I did go bold on the makeup though: smoky, sultry eyes lined with smudged kohl, accented by fluttery lashes and rich, shadowed lids. My lips were plump and sculpted in a silky nude-pink shade that played off the drama of my eyes. I wore a tight black Rolling Stones T-shirt that hugged my chest, paired with a short, flared red skirt that flaunted my legs, thighs, and - let's be honest -- showed my ass. Finishing the look with modest black heels; nothing sky-high, since I actually needed to function today. I was channeling confidence, effortless rock-goddess, and sexy mama. So yeah, Maria's compliment landed sweetly.

I have ordered a new uniform for Maria, but she still sported the awful pink polo and poorly cut trousers. I hadn't yet revealed the surprise of the new uniform to her.

Despite looking like a supermarket chick, her face was glowing. Her smile, downright magnetic. I could happily get lost in her eyes all day. But instead, I glanced over at Daniel and Lisa, who had their backs to us. I stole a kiss from Maria. Her lips were warm and inviting, her tongue soft but untamed, and she tasted faintly of chili.

"I've got an idea to make this photo-shoot even more fun today. Just be ready when I say so," I whispered with a playful smirk. She squeezed my hand in reply.

"Tease. I can't wait," she giggled.

We wandered over to Daniel and Lisa and ushered them into the movie-theatre. Daniel lugged his camera gear while Lisa carried a tote filled with makeup and hair tools. Maria flicked on the lights as we stepped inside.

The bulbs spluttered and blinked before flooding the room in full brightness, revealing its peculiar charm. To the right, the former warehouse office perched on stilts like some Cold War-era watchtower. Fiberglass windows poked out from behind grimy white paneling, with a slim staircase curling up to its door. If I stretched my imagination to its limits, I could almost see how Maria pictured it as a projection booth.

Now, it housed an actual projector - blasting a terribly costumed film called 'Count Dickula' onto the opposite wall, where a modest screen hung. Below it, a raised platform draped in black fabric barely qualified as a stage, but at least it pretended to be one.

Between the screen and the projector sat exactly one hundred seats, just as described on the website. Classic red, velvet-upholstered theatre chairs, each seat with its own cup holder, bolted in five precise rows. The seats ascended in shallow tiers, with narrow steps lining either side. Under the bright overhead lights, the space had all the ambiance of a dental waiting room. But in the dark? I imagined no one would care - assuming anyone ever shows up.

To the left of the screen, a discreet door led to a storage room, something I only learned later. It was crammed with merchandise, a chaotic maze of boxes and supplies, with a wide delivery door that opened to the outside world for shipments.

"Let me kill the movie, and we can get rolling," Maria said, already making her way toward the projector steps.

"This is so dope," Lisa exclaimed, clinging to Daniel's arm.

"Yeah, it's bussin," Daniel added.

I didn't bother interpreting. Safe to assume they were impressed.

There's a loud, cackling laugh from the screen and we all turned as, presumably, Count Dickula, emerged from a coffin stark naked except for a black and red cloak, the worst prosthetic fangs you have ever seen, and a very impressive cock. Three maidens, who have somehow come across the coffin scantily dressed in see-through, white night dresses, scream, but surprisingly don't run away. Before any truly X-rated action could commence, Maria switched it off, and the screen turned bright blue.

"Leave the projector running," Daniel called. He'd already clocked the potential. The screen could work as a blue screen, letting him add digital backdrops - beaches, cat-walks, cityscapes, bedrooms, dungeons, you name it.

He began setting up his equipment while Lisa kicked off her sandals and began strutting dramatically in front of the screen. It was over-the-top and theatrical in the best way. Her energy was infectious, playful, and full of spark - though I did start wondering whether she had the maturity to be anything seriously long-term for Daniel. But that was a concern for another day.

Maria was back with us, pointing toward a nearby clothes rack and a carton near the platform. She'd hand-picked an incredible assortment from The Stone - bodysuits, lingerie sets, statement accessories, elaborate roleplay outfits, and fetish-wear like the halter-neck bra I'd snagged on my first visit. Hoods, gags - the whole curated collection. Perfect to show off the store's personality and hopefully get some online sales.

"What should I try first?" Lisa asked brightly.

"Let me get some test shots of you just as you are," Daniel replied, adjusting the camera and posing her where the light hit best, and the shadows vanished.

Meanwhile, Maria and I agreed that a Gothic corset with lace sleeves, paired with a short leather skirt, would be a strong opener. I grabbed the outfit and handed it to Lisa.

"The changing rooms are back in the store. We'll wait here."

"Nah. We're all besties!" She chirped, peeling her tank top over her head without hesitation, revealing her bare, pert little breasts. I blushed. No idea why. Maria was standing right beside me, and I've had my mouth on her breasts; I've caressed and kissed her boobs, but Lisa's sudden display caught me completely off guard. She wriggled her slender hips out of her denim shorts too.

"Should I keep these on?" she asked, tugging at the waistband of her skimpy white panties.

"Yes," I answered quickly. Shocked again - why was I suddenly so prudish?

"It's just... the white might show through," she said, before deciding for herself and sliding them down her legs.

Lisa was now naked in front of us. She looked truly sensational. Her small breasts perfectly round. Her nipples perfectly centered. Her areola perfectly symmetrical. There was not an ounce of fat on her. A manicured line of pubic hair pointed down to her pussy lips, that were closed and tight. The V of her pussy mound magnificently defined between her toned, athletic thighs. My mouth was open. Maria's mouth was open. Daniel was behind us, he got to pleasure this perfect, athletic specimen whenever he wanted, but I'm sure his mouth was open too.

"Fuck me!" I murmured under my breath.

"Someone will have to help me with the corset," Lisa exclaimed, pushing her arm through one of the lace sleeves.

I was the first to react and walked over to her.

There were shiny, black lace ties at the back, which were already done up. I pulled the front around her, unavoidably closing the gap between us but disappointingly covering her tits, and started to buckle up the bone-colored eyelet fasteners on the front as she slipped her other arm through the lace sleeve. My fingers brushed against her skin, and I maybe lingered a little longer than necessary to savor the feelings that are now running straight through to my pussy. Eventually, I stood back and admired her top half. The corset squeezed Lisa's waist in tight and forced her boobs up, even giving her a great-looking rack.

She comically tried to pick up the skirt but couldn't bend over. I dropped down in front of her, my face inches from her pussy. I unzipped the back of the skirt and opened it wide for her to access. As one foot stepped forward, I saw her pussy lips open. Her light pink labia shone like a beacon. I'm sure I smelt her. Maybe. Sweet. Rose. Coconut. My mind goes blank. My mouth is wide open. I'm staring at her pussy. I wanted to bury my face in it.

She put a hand on my shoulder to steady herself as she brought her other leg forward. I felt her fingers tighten on me; my temperature rising a hundred degrees; my arms shaking. My face was so close to her pussy. I wanted to lick it, but my mouth was dry as sand.

I somehow remembered that I needed to pull the skirt up to her waist, and she took it from my hands halfway up as I stood before her. She spun energetically and elegantly.

"Can you zip it up?"

The tops of her bare ass cheeks were visible through the gap at the back. They were as firm and pert as her breasts. I had the sudden urge to press my fingers between them and stroke down to her pussy. Instead, I zipped her up and gently tapped her behind.

"All set," I stuttered. She flipped back around. I don't know if she was oblivious to the sexual tension, whether it was just me that felt it, but she didn't show any sign of it.

"Where do you want me?" she asked Daniel.

"Where you were before," he responded.

The outfit was a good choice. The leather skirt was powerful, sexy, dominating, but the long, flowing sleeves and intricate lace detailing created a contrast against the corset's firm, structured silhouette. Somehow Lisa looked ethereal. Should be a good seller.

"I think I should pull my hair around my neck and forward across me on one side like this," Lisa said, arranging her hair in a more gothic style.

I stumbled back to Maria.

"Is it just me, or was that hot?" I whispered.

"You better tell me what your plan is, or I'm going to rip your clothes off right here, right now," she responded.

I had my answer; it wasn't just me.

"Okay, gorgeous. As soon as I can."

Daniel's camera clicked Lisa in numerous positions. Arms out, behind her back, under her chest. Legs spread. Legs crouched. She turned; She twisted; She stretched; She smiled; She scowled; She grimaced. We may not use her face, but it got her in the mood.

Maria and I watched on getting more and more turned on, enjoying the show. Also, I could tell Maria was starting to believe in the transformation we had planned for The Stone.

"Alright, Lisa, all done with that one," Daniel called, adjusting the camera. "Maybe try the red dress now," he gestured to the rack. "Mom, you're on dressing duty."

With the change in outfit, I took my chance to get Maria ready for me. "I'll meet you at the projector," I whispered to her.

"Yes, sir," I said to Daniel, walking back over to the rack.

Before Maria could do anything about what I had said to her, Daniel interrupted.

"It's going to take ages with just one person modeling; why don't you join in too, Maria?"

Maria hesitated. I looked over my shoulder. I think it's a great idea.

"I'm not a model," she protested, tugging self-consciously at her pink polo shirt and plain black trousers.

"No one's asking you to be," I said gently. "Have some fun. You are the heart of this shop, Maria. Why don't you try one at least. See how it goes."

Her cheeks flushed, but she nodded. I knew she wanted to please me. Slipping past, she disappeared behind the rack of outfits, snatching a couple free.

I helped Lisa out of the corset, marveling at her perfect young body as it sprang free. A little sweaty, she glistened. Her breasts redder and softer. Her body pulsing in front of me. She slipped the leather skirt off herself this time and took the red dress from me. Her legs parted once more as she slipped her feet through the opening. I tried not to breathe in case I gave away how horny I was, scared that my heart was beating so loudly that she would know. But not able to keep my eyes off of her.

The dress is a strikingly elegant red lace chemise. The gauzy material is, once again, adorned with delicate floral embroidery, creating a play of translucence and texture. The neckline plunges gracefully, framed by fine spaghetti straps resting on her sculpted shoulders. Its body-hugging cut defines her figure beautifully, giving Lisa the illusion of curves where there were none before on her athletic torso. The scalloped hem teases the shape of her breasts without revealing them. As I scan her from head to toe, the outline of her mound is visible through the thin fabric. We aim for sexy - not graphic.

"Let me grab some underwear for this one," I say, heading into the store.

I find a pair of red panties that strike the right balance - enough to preserve Lisa's modesty while still showcasing the look for the camera. I also sneak a little something for my moment with Maria, slipping it discreetly into my panties.

"Try these," I prompt as I return. With the chemise restricting her movement, I kneel to help her step into the underwear. As I crouch before her, I notice a hint of moisture between her legs. Maybe she's starting to feel it too.

"Are you ready yet?" I call out to Maria.

"Two ticks."

When she reemerges, the air changes. I forget to breathe. So does Lisa. So does Daniel. The woman who owns the store, dressed in an unflattering pink polo, is gone - replaced by a fantasy.

The best way to describe what she has on is a sexy little wild cat. A daring little two-piece in vivid leopard print. The bra, underwired and supportive, features thick straps curving above and below her cleavage. High-waisted panties, with cutout sides joined by metal rings, echo the boldness of the top. Around her wrists are fluffy cuffs; a black faux-fur choker graces her neck, and atop her head sit playful cat ears. She's a blend of bunny girl, feline temptress, and untamed vixen.

Lisa breaks the silence with a grin. "Maria, you look incredible! Come on, let's do this together."

"Wait a second." Maria pulls a pair of high-heeled ankle boots from the container.

"Could you help me with these?" she asks, eyes meeting mine.

Without hesitation, I drop to my knees and take the boots from her hands.

"Do you like it?" Maria whispers, her fingers resting gently on my back.

"I'm speechless. You look incredible. I want to taste you right here, right now," I whispered, playing on what Maria had said to me moments earlier. "I want you," I breathed as I stood and brushed her side with my fingers. It felt electric.

As Daniel guided them through a series of poses, I saw Maria's confidence blossom with each snap of the shutter. She moved like liquid - graceful, magnetic. Simply stunning. Lisa, meanwhile, spun and laughed with carefree energy. Playful. Alluring, Sexy. Flirtatious.

"Next outfit," Daniel called.

Maria said something about needing to sort a few things and slipped away toward the back. She shot me a wink as she passed.

"Why don't you two keep going," I suggested. "I'll check out some other outfits for when you finish this rack - and I've got a couple things to do in the store, okay?"

"Sure, Mom," Daniel replied, already focused on Lisa as he stepped across to the clothing rail.

I turned toward the door, kicking off my shoes as I go. Once I was sure they were absorbed in their work, I veered off to climb the steps to the projection room. I crouched low, careful to stay hidden in case someone glanced up.

Maria was perched on a chair, still in her feline ensemble. When she saw me crawling toward her, she let out a quiet giggle.

"I'm the one dressed as a cat," she laughed.

I pressed a finger to my lips to shush her, but I couldn't help chuckling myself.

When I reached her, I settled onto the floor beside her and looked up into her face.

"How fucking hot was that? Wow," I said.

"I know, right. She's so sexy. So hot."

"Not as hot as you though," I smiled. "Did you enjoy modeling?"

"It was better than I thought. It turned me on watching you watch me." She reached out and touched my cheek. I kissed her finger.

"I thought we could have a little fun - without them knowing. Add a bit of risk. Are you in?"

"Do you have to even ask?"

"Lean forward just enough so they can tell you're here, but keep the rest of you out of sight. That way, I can play."

Maria shifted in her seat, edging forward with a hint of hesitation. She was clearly a little nervous - but she trusted me.

I admired her beautiful, Latin, tanned body - only partially covered by the sexy feline bra and panties, framed through the choker and bracelets. I can't believe she is there for me. She makes me instantly wet.

I lifted my T-shirt over my head. No bra. I'm a MILF. My boobs stretched up and bounced as I brought my arms back down. Maria instantly reached down to touch them. Her fingers soft and delicate, a contrast in flesh tone from my whiter skin, I instantly gave a little moan.

"What are they doing?" I ask, my hand trailing softly up her leg. Maria glanced down at the scene below.

"Lisa... she's so self-assured. Daniel can't stop watching her. He's supposed to be shooting, but he keeps pausing, just looking at her. She's leaning forward now - you can see right down the front of that dress." Maria's voice is low, breathy, obviously enjoying the view.

"Do you think her nipples are hard?" I moved my hands up Maria's side and felt her soft skin under my fingers. She shivered and let out a short yelp.

"Sorry guys," she calls. They must have looked up at her. "Just getting a different angle. Don't mind me."

I slid my hands up to Maria's breasts. I felt the softness of the padded leopard skin print bra. I ran my fingers along the edge of the fabric, feeling her shiver again under my touch.

"Do you think her nipples are hard?" I repeated.

"I think so. They must be. She can't be a robot."

I reached round the back of Maria as she was talking, unclipping her bra. The thick leather straps kept it attached to her neck, but the bottom floated away from her skin.

"Keep talking. What are they doing?"

"He's walked up to her now. He is adjusting the dress, but he keeps touching her. It's like he can't help himself. Every time she moves, he..."

She trailed off, her breath catching as I cupped her breast, my thumb brushing over her nipple.

"Go on," I urged, moving around in front of her. A broad, mischievous smile on my face.

"He's er going back to the camera." I heard clicks again. I'm squeezing her nipples. "He's taking more er, uhm, uhm, mmm, photos."

I levered myself up and took her nipple in my mouth, my other hand sliding around to her lower back, pressing her closer. Maria gasped, her hips arching into me involuntarily. "Mmm," she said softly. Her hands closed on my breasts, squeezing them together. She struggled to hold them as they filled her petite hands. The flesh squishing between her fingers.

More clicks downstairs.

"Keep talking," I say, swirling my tongue around her breasts.

"How? If you are doing that?" She looked down at me, smiling. I raised my eyebrows in return but didn't take my lips from her nipples.

"Daniel is going back to the carton. Selecting another outfit. Lisa is undressing." Maria gave it in short, sharp statements as her mind went elsewhere.

My fingers traced the edge of her panties, teasing her as I licked her breasts.

"Is she as naked as you?"

"More," Maria breathes. "She's removed the red panties too."

"We had better fix that then," I said.

I knelt before her, my hands spreading her thighs apart as I hooked my fingers into her panties and pulled them down. Her scent hit me immediately, heady and sweet, and I couldn't resist pressing a kiss to her inner thigh. She exhaled, wriggling her hips.

"How does she look?"

"Umm. What? Umm. Yes. Lisa, right... Umm. Radiant. Confident. Sexy."

I blew over her pussy as I kissed her inner thigh again. She was so wet already, her pussy pulsing with anticipation. I'm not surprised, I'm also so wet already. My pussy pulsing with anticipation.

"What is he choosing next?"

"It's a Cynthia Halter Lingerie set..." Maria paused as my kisses got closer to her pussy lips. "... It's vintage. A white body corset. Lace panels." Her breathing got more difficult as my tongue flicked across her. Her sentences are even shorter. "The dress. Runs over her. Tight. From above her boobs to below her ass." She breathes out deeply, slowly. A slight whistle through her lips.

"Make sure you get three sixty degrees," she had the composure to call down.

"Okay," Daniel shouts back.

That was my cue to slip my tongue inside her pussy. Maria's body jumped on the seat, and she yelped. One hand went to her mouth to smother the sound, the other hand gripped my shoulder.

I giggled, which vibrated on her pussy. She trembled. "Did they see?"

I felt her shaking her head. "Daniel's too busy lusting after Lisa to notice anything else now."

"Has she got the lingerie on yet?"

"No. They are taking their time. He is touching her again. More."

I dragged my tongue through her, savoring the taste of her arousal as she groaned softly above me. I teased her with lazy strokes, drawing out her pleasure until her hips bucked against my mouth, desperate for more. I sped up. Maria's body thrust into me more frantically. Below us, I heard Lisa laughing, her voice carried up to the booth. "Daniel, your hands are freezing," she chided him, her tone playful but edged with heat.

Maria gasped as I sucked her clit, her thighs clamping around my head as I worked her relentlessly. "Oh god," she whimpered, her voice a whisper. "You're gonna make me cum!"

I reached behind me to the small, smooth dildo tucked in my panties, and traced it along her thigh, up to my lips. I slowly slipped it inside her. She gasped again, clamping her legs tighter, moaning. Gripping my tits tightly, squeezing my nipples.

"Maggie, you're awful. Shit. I can't... I'm so close."

"Shhhhh," I murmured against her. I'm so turned on by Maria's breath coming in shallow gasps, her body writhing against me, as my fingers pushed the toy through her slick folds. But I slowed down, wanting to extend the pleasure as long as possible.

"Is Lisa dressed again?" I ask, trying to take her mind off what I am doing to her.

"Yes."

"Describe her to me. Make me wetter."

"Are you wet?" Maria glances down to me.

"Do you even need to ask?"

"She loooooks great. Aghhhh. Fuck." She grabs hold of me, digging her nails into my breast and shoulder. As she started speaking, I sucked hard on her clit.

"That's unfair," but she's smiling. Her chest rises and falls.

"It's... ohhhh, fuck.... satin fabric. Delicate. The white corset dress hugs her figure. It's lightweight, though. Mmmmm. Smooth. Mmm. See-through panels. Not firm. Sweetheart neckline. Shows her amazing little tits.... oh, God.... oh, God.... Bodice drops and hugs her thighs. She's not wearing knickers. Whoo, Whooo, Whoo, I can see her pussy. It's gorgeous." Maria paused at intervals to enjoy my tongue, enjoy the sensation between her legs.

The sound of Daniel's camera clicking below seemed to echo louder in our ears, a rhythmic accompaniment to the tension building between us.

"She's lying down. On her front. Facing him. Head on her palms. He's dropped to the floor too. Taking shots. Mmmmm. Fuck. Don't stop. Fuck that's so good."

I'm sucking her clit as I slide the dildo in and out of her. Sucking in rhythm with my hand.

"She's turned over. On her back. She looks great. Fuck, fuck fuck."

I sped up with my tongue. Sliding the dildo in and out. I reached for her breast again and squeezed her nipple. Maria was squirming on the seat. Her pussy dripped onto my fingers.

"Daniel's stopping," Maria mumbles. "He's er, mmmm, mmmmm, fuck, walking over to her. He's shhhhhhh, shhhhhh, fuck, oh god, taking photos as he walks. Now, bending down and kissing her. Long kisses. It's hot. So hot. Fuck, maggie, fuck."

I resisted the temptation to look. It was so tempting. I kept sucking. Maria kept bouncing and squirming.

"His hands are on her tits now. Mmmmmm. Shhhh. Whooooo. Her hands are on his mmmmm thighs. He's reaching down for the hem of the bodice. He's lifting it. Right there, oh god, right there, fuck, yes, fuck. Oh God. Shhhh. He must know I can see. They must know. It's so sexy."

Somehow, I still resisted the temptation to look. It was even more tempting to see my son making out with his girlfriend. I kept sucking. Maria kept bouncing and squirming.

"Hey, Maria," it's Daniel calling up. I slowed down to a stop so Maria could respond, but my mouth stayed on her clit, and the dildo pushed inside her pussy.

"Hey," Maria responded, keeping herself as composed as she could.

"We're just going to take a break. Grab a drink."

"Sure. No problem, you know where the kitchen is," Maria shouted down.

"They're going to go and fuck," I whispered.

"So are we," Maria whispered back. She pushed back on my arm, which slid the dildo out of her; she grabbed my hand, pulling me down to the floor on top of her. Our mouths met in passionate kisses, tongues frantically fighting. She wrestled the rest of her strappy bra over her head, our breasts smashed together. Before I knew it, my skirt and knickers were on the floor next to me. Maria also naked, except for sexy cat ears, fluffy choker and bracelets.

I could feel the heat from her pussy against me. Feel her pubic bone and mound as I ground mine against her. She slid against me, the wetness pouring from her. We were frenetic, our hands grabbing, squeezing, pulling, pinching. Our mouths slipping over each other, tongues holding on. We wanted each other completely; we were ready to burst, but Maria pulled her head away.

"Let's scissor," her breath shallow and gasping.

I've no idea how. "Teach me," I say.

Maria smiled, her lips brushing against mine as she whispered, "Let me show you."

We adjusted our positions, her legs spreading and closing around me as she lay back. Maria's ass cheeks pressed firmly against my thigh, I mirrored her, my own leg slipping between hers, and we began to move, aligning in a way that felt intimate and electric. It was my turn to gasp as the friction of her pussy on mine sent a sharp wave of pleasure through me. My eyes bulged as my mind triggered more sensations through me.

At first, it was messy, our bodies clumsy with eagerness and my inexperience. We moved against each other, our hips rocking in an unsteady rhythm. She raised herself up and her hands found my breasts, her thumbs brushed over my nipples, her touch sent sparks through me. My own hands roamed over her body, tracing the curve of her waist, the swell of her hips, the delicate skin of her inner thighs. But my legs aren't under control; they don't quite fit with hers.

Maria leaned back, "Like this," her voice soft and guiding. She slowed her movements, her hips rolling against mine with a deliberate, sensual rhythm. I followed her lead, watching her, my body responding instinctively. We arced our bodies in time, rippling our pussys against one another.

The pleasure built back slowly, a steady ache that grew with every movement. The friction between us was intoxicating, our wetness mingling as we pressed together. Maria's breath is back in short, sharp gasps. Mine coming in short, sharp gasps. Our heads fell back as we let out low moans. Short, sharp moans. I felt a thrill of pride at the sounds she was making, my own body trembling with the intensity of the sensation.

"I'm doing this. I'm doing this. Fuck, fuck, fuck, it's good."

She bent back up toward me, her hands moving to my face, her fingers tangled in my hair as she pulled me into a deep, hungry kiss. Our tongues interweaved; our moans mingled as we moved together. The world outside the booth faded away, the sounds of our bodies took over everything in our minds.

Maria broke the kiss, her eyes locked with mine. "You're incredible," she whispered, her voice trembling. "So beautiful."

I felt a swell of emotion, my chest tightened as I looked at her.

God, look at her.

I don't even know what it is exactly - it's not just her face, though that alone knocks the wind out of me. It's 'Her'. Something about 'Her'. Relaxed, like she doesn't know how beautiful she is. She doesn't know that she doesn't even need to try to be noticed. She doesn't see herself. Yet... here I am, completely spellbound. Our bodies don't stop.

Even through this passion, this sex, this powerful eruption between us, her hair falls in those soft, inky waves that beg to be touched, falling in a way that makes her look like she just walked out of some impossibly stylish morning after. And her skin - smooth, golden, glowing like she's been kissed by the sun itself. I could stare at the way the light catches her cheekbones, her neck, her shoulders, her breasts, her stomach, her legs... her pussy... for hours. Our bodies don't stop.

And that mouth... That slight tilt of her lips, not quite a smile, more like a secret she's keeping. One I am in on.

Her body is wet, sweaty, gleaming. It's supple and flexible but taut and alive. She's not just beautiful - she's captivating. A walking question I want to spend days trying to answer. And I'm going to make the most of getting lost in the process. Our bodies don't stop.

But it's her eyes that undo me. Every time. Dark. Intense. Windows to her beautiful soul. They don't just look at me - they idolize me. They dare me. Like she knows what I want, what I'm capable of, and she's letting me - just enough to drive me mad. I want her. I want to be with her. I want to be her. Our bodies don't stop.

There was something more than lust in her eyes - something tender, something real. "I love you," I blurted out, the words slipping from my mouth before I could stop them. I'm not sure it's true, but I feel something I've never felt before with this woman. I don't have words for it. 'Love' doesn't sound right, but it's all I have.

Maria's eyes widened, and for a moment, I feared I'd ruined everything. But then she smiled, those incredible lips curved into a soft grin. "I love you too," her voice barely audible.

The words sent a surge of warmth through me, and I pressed myself against her more firmly. The sudden admission to each other caused our movements to grow more urgent once again. Our pussys pound against each other with yet more meaning. Her legs wrapped around mine, our heat aligned perfectly as we moved as one.

"You feel so good." Maria's breathless voice. I moaned in response, my hands gripping her hips as we rocked together. The sound of our skin meeting, the subtle squelch of our pussies sliding against each other, filling the booth. Each movement brought us closer to the edge, our bodies moving in perfect harmony.

My clit rubbed against hers, the adhesion sending jolts of pleasure through both our bodies. Her breath desperate. The intensity of the moment was overwhelming, the pleasure built with every thrust, a tightness in my belly that threatened to snap. Maria's nails dig into my hips, her body crashing against mine.

"Maria," I gasped, my voice trembling. "I'm so close."

"Me too," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. "Don't stop. Please. Don't stop."

We moved faster. Our hips rocked. Our tits bounced. Our stomachs were clenched. Our pussys got wetter and wetter. The pleasure monopolizing us, each thrust bringing us closer to the precipice. I somehow felt her pussy clenching around mine as we moved together, her wetness coating my skin as we moved.

Our heads were thrashing around; we bucked and writhed on the floor. My clit is hers, her clit is mine, it grinds against her pussy, then her thigh, then her clit. Each strike powerful, each strike orgasmic.

I felt her body tense and spasm, and she let out a howl like a banshee. It was too much for me, too. The orgasm hit me like a tidal wave, crashing over me with a force that left me in tatters. My body trembled through shock and shock and aftershock and aftershock, my pussy throbbed against hers as I came.

"Fuuuurrrk, Fuuuuurrrk, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck." I scream. Her body trembling against me, sending another wave through my pussy. I grab her legs to stop her moving but can't control my own legs from writhing against her. My second orgasm crashed over me in waves of bliss. Our bodies shuddered together as we clung to each other. Maria's cries of ecstasy combined with mine, her body shaking as she experienced climax after climax. An intimate connection, a united connection, one that sent rapturous waves coursing through both of us.

"Oh God, Maggie, Oh God!" she gasped. "You're the best. You're the best."

The sensation was electric. Our wetness together, the slickness of our pussies sliding against each other with every shift of our bodies. I could feel her warmth, her softness, the way her pussy lips clung to mine with every motion. I was in heaven and simultaneously grounded to the earth in sheer contentment.

We lay there for a moment, our bodies still entwined, our breathing slowly returning to normal. Maria's fingers traced lazy patterns on my thigh, her touch gentle and soothing. "That was... amazing," she murmured, "I've never felt that before. Spectacular," her voice soft and assured.

I nodded, a satisfied smile spreading across my face. "Me too. It really was spectacular." I leaned in, brushing a kiss against her lips. "Thank you for showing me."

Maria grinned, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Anytime."

We lay there for a while longer, our bodies cooling as the afterglow settled over us. Eventually, Maria sat up, her cat ears slightly askew, and she reached for the bra and panties. "We should probably get dressed before one of them comes looking for us."

I nodded, reluctantly disentangling myself from her. As I pulled my clothes back on, I couldn't help but glance at the door to the store, the thought of Daniel and Lisa together stirring a pang of jealousy in my chest. But then I looked at Maria, her eyes soft and affectionate, her body bronzed and shining, and the feeling faded.

We crept out of the booth, our steps quiet as we made our way back down to the front. Maria grabbed her work clothes, and we walked back into the store. The kitchen was just ahead, and the sounds were impossible to ignore. Daniel's voice, his words urgent with desire, and Lisa's breathless moans echoed through the store.

"God, you're incredible," he growled - another pang of jealousy. We could only hear them, but my mind could practically see the way he would be moving inside her.

"Mmmm, Mmmmm, Mmmmm, Mmmmm," a rhythmic, monotonous sound from Lisa as I imagined his cock sliding into her.

Maria and I exchanged a glance, and a sly smile spread across her face. She gestured toward the door, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Shall we?"

I hesitated for a moment, the jealousy flaring inside me. Maria saw my uncertainty, and laced her fingers through mine.

"I mean, we don't have to," doubt in her eyes. "It's your son, sorry. We should probably go somewhere else."

She'd mistakenly seen a motherly embarrassment, not jealousy, not lust. I took a deep breath.

"It's okay. Let's do it."

Together, we moved closer, peering through the crack in the kitchen door.

Inside, Daniel and Lisa are a tangle of limbs, their bodies moving together with a fierce intensity. Lisa's athletic form twisted and turned, her hips rolling in ways that I can only dream of at my age. She's on her back but also on her side. Squirming and shaking. Her face buried into his shoulder. Eyes closed, locked tightly shut, bracing each time he moves. Her legs are spread, wide and high. And Daniel... his massive cock thrusting into her with a rhythm that makes my body ache with need for him. He is between her legs, rampantly fucking her. He slides in and out, piercing the tight pussy that was in front of my eyes earlier.

Maria's hand tightened on mine, holding her breath as she watched. She leans in, her lips brushing against my ear. "He's big. Wow. She takes it well."

I can't speak. I can only watch as my son, my Daniel, fucks another woman.

"Do you want to take her place?" Maria whispers, her voice teasing.

She doesn't know that I have tasted his cock. It has filled me, stretched me, ruined me. I can't wait to have it again. I need it.

I shake my head, a small smile tugging at my lips. "No. I have you."

Maria's eyes soften, and she presses a kiss to my cheek. "And you always will."

"Do you want to take her place?" I ask, a little mischievously.

She hesitated, only for a millisecond, but I saw it. The sight excited her.

"No, No."

We stayed there for a moment longer, watching as Daniel and Lisa's passion reached its peak. He slammed into her body. She yelped and screamed and jumped and moaned. But before they finished, Maria tugged on my hand, pulling me away.

"Come on, before they see us," she whispered, her voice low and sultry. "And I want to taste you."

I followed her, my heart racing with lust for Daniel and anticipation for what was ahead. We headed to the restroom, our bodies already on the precipice of another orgasm. Maria dropped to her knees, lifting my skirt and pulling my wet panties to one side. Her mouth found me, and within minutes, she had my cum dripping from her chin as I squirted uncontrollably over her face. My body a mess of emotion, sex, and pure bliss. The compassion, the lust, the desire burnt through us with abandon.

***

I stepped from the restroom alone, leaving Maria inside, Daniel and Lisa were stepping out of the kitchen. Their activity written broad across their faces.

"Back to work," I said, smiling, willing my legs to work properly.

"Sure," Lisa said, smoothing down the outfit. "What's next?"

I saw a pvc maids outfit hanging up near my side and selected it. Passing it to Lisa.

"How about this?"

"Perfect! I love it," Lisa's enthusiasm had not diminished, but she moved a little more tentatively. I know that feeling after being fucked hard by Daniel. It takes a while to recover.

"I'm going to work on photographing the smaller items with my iPhone. Scarves, jewelry, and handbags. That sort of thing."

"Okay. Is Maria around?" Daniel asked.

"Somewhere," I replied. Knowing full well that she was in the restroom, recovering from me fucking her with the dildo just moments after she made me cum. They wandered back to the theatre.

I created a makeshift lightbox using an old cardboard box and parchment paper. It wasn't glamorous, but it worked. I started shooting accessories.

Maria appeared and stole a kiss before joining the others for more shots.

By the end of the day, we had dozens of photos ready for editing - Lisa's pert body showing off the outfits, Maria's elegance bringing class. I took countless product shots that captured the boutique's unique charm. Daniel was already planning how to categorize everything on the site, and Maria seemed more hopeful than I'd ever seen her.

"I've loved today, Maggie," she said as I helped her put clothes and items back on the racks for the evening. "As well as, you know, Us! I just loved the day. Everything. Your support is amazing. It's like you've always been here. Thank you."

"You don't have to thank me..." I replied, smiling. "... this is where I want to be, with you. It's exciting, and it's just the beginning."

Lisa and Daniel were the first to leave, they were going to get something to eat and then Lisa would drop Daniel home.

"I'll be home when you get back," I called to Daniel as they left. Hoping he understood what I meant.

Maria and I embraced as I prepared to follow them out.

"Did you mean what you said earlier? Upstairs, when we were..." Maria asked tentatively.

"I think so. Yes."

It wasn't the endorsing confirmation she had hoped for. She looked a little deflated, so I took her hands in mine.

"It's difficult to know what I feel. I want to be honest with you, always. It's different than with my husband; I don't know what I feel because it's completely new to me. But what I do know is that I want to be with you, I can't imagine my life without you, and I want you to be as happy as I am, so I think that's 'love'. If it isn't, then it's what love should be."

"I agree. It's what love should be."

"Did you?"

"Did I what?"

"Mean what you said too?"

"Yes. Completely. Absolutely."

"But you know, a husband, a son, my life is not simple, right? I'll never be able to be... I can't make promises... I have to think about... There's other..."

She stopped me with a kiss.

"I know," she said gently. "It's okay. Even part of you is better than everything of anybody else. I can deal with whatever you can give."

I look into her beautiful eyes. It feels unfair. I think of my husband; I think of my son. I think of Nathan. I know I am playing with fire. Playing with people's emotions. But what is right? Obeying the norms and restrictions that society places on me, and being unfulfilled and unhappy, or succumbing to desire and being truly engaged in life. Truly happy. Truly alive. Can I be the best of me for them all? Can everyone win? Including me?

I kissed her back, and we held each other tightly. I didn't want to leave. But I wanted cock. Who am I kidding? I needed cock. I was so turned on. I didn't want the exhilaration to ever end.