I leave the clothes shop, following my sixteen year old stepdaughter as she skips along the concourse. She twirls around and looks at me, then suddenly whips up her hoodie and flashes her exposed breasts at me. I stop dead. The pale skin, the beautiful handfuls of pert teen tits, each adorned with a rock hard marshmallow pink nipple. She sees me start to drool and quickly pulls the top down again before someone notices.
She laughs and smirks. She sidles back up to me and whispers in my ear, “Did you like that, Mummy? I bet you’d like me to do that when we’re alone.” She grins and looks around. “Maybe if you’re a good girl, you’ll get your chance later.”
She reaches down and takes my free hand, the one not carrying her shopping and pulls me into a nearby store. I glance up at the shop name. Ann Summers, emblazoned in pink and white.
“No, Chloe, this is going too far,” but she just ignores me and drags me into what is supposed to be a lingerie store but what everyone knows as a sex shop.
I look around at the mannequins wearing tacky red and black satin lingerie. There are rows of crotchless panties and peek-a-boo bras and I’m just waiting, hoping, that the staff member approaching us is going to tell Chloe she’s too young and she’ll have to leave.
The girl in the tight tee shirt and figure hugging jeans smiles as she stops in front of us.
“Hello, I’m Amy, can I help you with anything in particular?”
Chloe gives her a flirtatious smile and whispers in a faux whisper, “We’re looking for a vibrator for my girlfriend." She squeezes my hand and I realise we are still holding hands and now the shop assistant thinks we are a couple.
I can see the girl looking from me to Chloe and back again. There is quite a contrast between us. After all, I’m old enough to be her mother. I’m the other side of forty and it is starting to show.
“She’s a bit shy but I need her to stop using mine so I’ve dragged her in here.”
She turns and gives me a look and I realise I wasn’t as careful as I thought I was. I’d been tidying her room one day and just opened her bedside drawer and there it was; a sleek pink silicone vibrator. I ran my fingers along its length. Feeling the firmness of the silicone and the shape of it. The sleek curved penile shape and a circular base. I lifted it out and turned it on. I realised both ends vibrated. I held it in one hand and moved it over the other, pressing the buttons to change the speed and sensation of the vibrations.
Almost before I knew it, I’d my jeans unbuttoned and was lying on her bed, sliding her vibrator over my cotton panties. I mashed the circular ball at the base of the vibrator into my clit through the fabric. The pulsing sensations felt so good. Feeling just the slightest bit guilty, I lifted my hips off her bed and pushed jeans and knickers down to my ankles. I alternated using the ball on my clit and the penis shaped end inside me, giving my needy wet cunt a thorough workout. It was only after the remnants of the monster orgasm ebbed away that the realisation that I’d just fucked myself with my step-duaghter’s vibrator dawned on me. I hurriedly put it back in the drawer and pulled the covers back into place, hoping the little damp patch would have dried by the time she got home.
“And you didn’t even clean it.” My step-daughter leans in close to whisper it so no one else hears. “It was pretty hot, tasting your dried cum on my vibe.”
The ever-present flush in my face turns a deeper shade of crimson.
“Sure,” the sales assistant interrupts. “Just follow me through the curtain into the back section.”
We step through the curtain marked with ‘Over 18's only’ signs and are surrounded by vibrators, dildos and god knows what. There are leather harnesses, masks, gags, whips, chains and some things that look almost medical with hinges and clamps.
Chloe points things out as we looks around, squeezing my hand tighter. She walks along the row of dildos. Cocks in every shape, size and colour. There’s a multicoloured one I can’t imagine ever fitting inside me that costs an absolute fortune.
She picks up a sleek purple one and rotates her wrist, looking at it from different angles. It looks good. It doesn’t have the fake cock head or veins, it’s smooth and I watch entranced as she rotates the base and it comes to life. She leans over and touches the back of my hand with the vibrating head.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?”
My mouth is suddenly dry as I watch my sixteen year old step-daughter road-testing vibrators on the back of my hand. I nod and then give an involuntary shudder when she ups the pace.
“Very good,” I whisper.
She turns it off with a flick of the wrist and drops it into a shopping basket that I didn't even notice her picking up. She moves around the store in a manner that makes me suspect this isn’t her first time here. I’d imagined with online delivery, the embarrassment of shopping in a place like this was long gone for teenagers but obviously not.
She gives a satisfied smirk when she stops at a particular shelf. She beckons the sales assistant over and they have a whispered conversation, both of them glancing over at me every so often. I feign disinterest and look at another shelf instead then wish I hadn’t. Vibrating anal plugs? Whatever next? I think to myself.
A click of Chloe’s fingers brings me out of my reverie and I follow obediently to the cash desk.
“Here’s the ATM now,” she giggles to the girl.
I roll my eyes but the humiliation stings. Is that all I am to her now? With a simple tap on the terminal, I’m almost a hundred pounds lighter and wonder what else Chloe had put in the basket. The bag looks like it contains more than just a vibrator. Then the sales assistant is talking to me and leading me to the changing room.
“It’s more private to put it on in here,” she tells me as she leads me into a much smaller changing room than I had been in Chloe in the dress shop earlier.
“If you just lift your dress, I’ll slip it in”
“I beg your pardon?”
My mind whirls in shock but the young woman just smiles.
“I know. Your girlfriend is quite the dominant one. I guess she didn’t tell you she wanted a remote controlled vibrator?”
“My… my girlfriend?” Oh god. I feel sick.
“I must say it’s quite cute the way she calls you Mummy. I suppose young women call older men Daddy so why not, eh?”
She holds out a slim pink object which looks a bit like a sleek computer mouse or something, only smaller.
“You just slip this down the front of your panties and let the flat side rest against your clit,” she instructs. I nod and on auto-pilot, raise my dress. I hear a suppressed giggle and close my eyes in shame as I realise she is looking at the damp patch in my panties.
She hands me the vibrator and I slip it inside, feeling the strange object press against me. She places her hand on my panties and jiggles the vibe until it is nestled in the correct place.
“It’s bluetooth controlled so when we go back out, your girlfriend will pair it to her phone and then she can control it whenever she likes.”
I let the dress drop and follow her back out. Chloe is tapping on her phone. Suddenly I feel a short buzz pressing on my clit. I stop short and glance up at them.
“I think it’s connected,” the woman laughs and Chloe just grins.
“Come on Mummy, let’s grab a quick coffee while we’re here.”
I sit in the cafe on the mezzanine floor of the shopping centre. All around me are people going about their Saturday routine.
“Chloe, this has to stop,” I tell her. “It’s gone too far. I’m not going to have you controlling a vibrator.”
Chloe looks contrite and nods. “Yes Mummy. I’m sorry, Mummy.”
I sigh. “Thank you, Chloe. Now let’s just order then we can get home and I can get this out of my knickers.”
“Hello, what can I get you?”
I look up and realise a waitress is standing at our table. How long has she been there? Did she hear what I said to Chloe?
“I’ll have an oat milk latte with a shot of vanilla syrup,” Chloe orders, then stops. “No, I’m tired of vanilla. I’ll have a shot of salted caramel instead.”
She smiles at me and picks up her phone. I smile up at the waitress who is rather cute. She’s got big brown eyes which match her brunette pageboy haircut and I’m just about to order my usual flat white when I feel a buzzing in my knickers. “Fuck,” I gasp and clutch the table for support. Chloe has turned the vibe on and is increasing the intensity and I’m suddenly finding it hard to breathe, let alone concentrate on ordering a coffee. Just as suddenly, she cuts the connection and the sensations in my pussy eases just enough to swallow and order a flat white.
I turn to ask Chloe if she wants a blueberry muffin to go with it when she flicks her finger on the screen and the vibrations start again. She slides her finger up and down, changing the intensity of the vibrations. I try to cough to cover the moans escaping my mouth. Just as suddenly, they stop.
“We’ll have two blueberry muffins as well, please,” Chloe orders while I bite on the knuckles of my left hand. I can feel the sheen of sweat glistening on my face and shoot Chloe a look. The waitress nods and turns and walks off, giving us both a chance to admire her tight ass in a pair of figure hugging black jeans.
Chloe turns back, smiles then gives one long last vindictive burst of vibrations which cause me to squeeze my thighs together and bury my face in my hands. It’s only once they stop and I see her put her phone face down on the table that I feel able to relax enough to sit back in my seat. The urge to cum is overwhelming but it battles the shame and humiliation of cumming in public under the control of my teenage stepdaughter.
Chloe leans forward and looks from side to side to check we can’t be overheard and orders me to slip off my sandal and put my foot on her chair.
“We’re in the middle of a fucking cafe,” I snarl in a whisper.
“So?” Chloe shrugs then reaches for her phone.
“Ok… OK.” To placate her, I slip my foot out of the sandal and stretch my leg out and place it on her seat. She pulls her chair a little closer and my foot slips between her thighs and under her skirt. Despite myself, the feel of her soft, smooth pussy against my toes feels amazing.
Chloe looks at me with her big innocent eyes and gives a little sigh of contentment. “That feels so good, Mummy, don’t stop.”
I swallow and the last remnants of my pride, my restraint, my whatever evaporate. This girl has control of me and I’m a lost cause. I slide my toe over her clit and through her wet folds, feeling her leak over me. Almost as if I’m having an out of body experience, I feel myself looking down on us. I see a middle aged woman on the wrong side of forty and an attractive teenage girl sitting taking the coffees that the waitress has just delivered to their table. The girl looks so happy, with a smile on her face as she licks her lips, her breathing getting a little ragged as she stares at the older woman.
The older woman is trying to play it cool. She’s stirring a sachet of sugar into her coffee cup as she leans back on her chair, looking almost like she is stretching back. The cafe is busy and no one is paying them any attention.
The girl looks into the older woman’s eyes and grips the table. She tenses and gives a slight shake. She holds eye contact with the woman for a few seconds then slumps back into her seat. Both of them seem to breathe at the same time, as if both had been holding their breath. The girl runs her fingers through her long dark hair and gives a nervous giggle then takes a sip of her coffee.
“Well, I think I needed that,” she giggles a little nervously.
“Can we go home after this?” I ask hopefully. I can feel Chloe's cum sliding down my toe as i let my foot slip down to the ground again.
“Oh yes,” Chloe replies. “I bought a few things in there that I can’t wait to show you.”
