Backscratch Ch. 03

The saleswoman Myrna was eyeing me from behind the counter with a bit of a smirk. I smiled slightly at her and then turned back to watch the dressing room door. I had tried to hide my raging boner from her prying eyes but had obviously failed. I think she was wildly intrigued by Mom's pronouncement that I was her son and was helping her pick out some nice, dainty things. She was a pretty woman in her 50s, I guessed. Curvy in a pin-up kind of way, big breasts, tiny waist, nice round butt, long legs.

We had been to Victoria's Secret, where I "helped" Mom pick out some pretty, tiny, thongs panties and a camisole so sheer that we almost got kicked out. She had come out of the changing room in nothing but the panties and camisole and had paraded them in front of me. The 2 young salesgirls had both tittered a bit and then warned against their boss showing up any moment. I don't think they caught on our true relationship, but though the she was some cougar who had snagged herself a young stud. I did notice that they were, surprised how bold Mom was walking out and standing in front of the three-way mirror, and how gorgeous she looked.

From there we had journeyed to a trashy lingerie store that was little more than a porno shop. Mom tried a few things on, but the manager of the store had ushered me out of the changing area, almost immediately. Mom had persisted, but men were simply not allowed back there. We bought nothing.

Now we were at Naughty