The pressure on my balls woke me up. I opened my eyes to see Mom’s foot, wrapped in a white high heel, pressing into my sack.”Time to get up, baby,” she said, “we have things to do.”I had dozed off in the living room chair.”What time is it?” I asked.”Time to go shopping,” she called from the hallway, “go shower and put on the clothes I put out for you.”I showered and put on the clothes. Black dress pants, socks, and a casual button-up dress shirt. I looked in the mirror. Pretty good, I thought. I dabbed on some aftershave, brushed my hair, and headed up the stairs. Where were we going that we needed to dress up?Mom was waiting at the front door. She was wearing a tight white skirt that ended above the knee and a white blouse with the top three buttons undone. You could see parts of a red bra surrounding her large cleavage. The white high heels were tall, and her hair was down around her shoulders, freshly styled. Instant boner.How can my Mom be this fucking hot? my brain asked again.”You look very handsome,” she purred as her hand ran along my face, undid one of my buttons, and tickled over my chest.”You look stunning, Mom.””Thanks, baby,” she replied, followed by a gentle kiss.As we were about to leave I remembered Karen had Mom’s car.”Is a taxi coming?” I asked.”No, we have wheels,” she giggled.In the driveway was Dad’s Corvette. She had pulled it out of the garage.”We can’t touch Dad’s car!” I exclaimed.She put her finger under my chin and made a pouty face, “Are you going to tell?””Fuck no.””Then let’s go,” she giggled and went to the car.I jumped in just before she gunned it down the driveway and out onto the street. We drove to an area I was not familiar with, there were huge homes and beautiful buildings, and she pulled up in front of a huge boutique mall. A guy in a red jacket took taksim escort the car as Mom headed inside. I followed along, watching her fabulous ass, when she looked back and giggled.”Get up here, you, and hold my arm like a gentleman.”Her heels clicked on the marble floor as we strolled along. I began to notice the place was full of hot women, from teenagers to seniors, all dressed up. They were looking at us, some with noticeable envy, as we walked arm in arm. “Why are we here?” I asked.”I want to show you off. These ladies will love you,” she replied, “you are what they are looking for.””Me?””Yes, you. A handsome young gentleman who knows the value of a mature woman. See those young girls over there?””Yes,” I said as we passed a small group of very hot eighteen to twenty-year-olds.She stopped, turned to me, and adjusted my collar. She leaned in and whispered.”They are looking at us. They don’t understand why a stud like you is with me, and not with them.””Because your my mom.””They don’t know… or think… that,” she said as she kissed me and ran her hand over my ass.One of the girls gave me a little wave and a smile as we continued on. Fuck me. “Here we are,” she announced as we turned into a huge boutique full of lingerie.I stood at the door, stunned and awestruck, and took in the sight in front of me. Dozens of women, a million sexy underwear items, Mom… and me. She took me by the hand and starting browsing, holding my hand, touching my ass, brushing her hand against my crotch. I struggled to hide the giant tent in my pants.”May we help you?”I turned to find two stunning women standing in front of me. One a tall blonde, around thirty, the other a short busty redhead a little older. They both looked me up and down, eyes lingering on the tent in my pants, and then spoke with Mom.”Are beşiktaş escort you looking for anything in particular?” Blondie asked.”We are looking for something…. Special… For him,” Mom replied as her hand squeezed my ass.’Well, for a woman of your looks we have many, many choices,” Red responded, “does he have a favorite?”Blondie put her arm around me and walked me along behind Mom and Red. I felt her hand run down my back and over my ass.”You are a very handsome young man,” she said.”Thank you,” I managed to speak.”It must very… exciting… for you to be here shopping for something special,” she whispered in my ear.Her hot minty breath ran down my neck. Fuck, this is awesome.”Do you have anything in mind?” Red asked me as she stepped up close to me. Her big tits were struggling against the buttons on her top as I looked down at her. She put her hands on my shoulders and pressed into me.”Maybe a favorite color… like red?” she giggled.I blushed and the women giggled. Her belly pushed into my hard cock and she wiggled slightly so that I knew she could feel it.”White. I like white,” I mumbled.Red backed away but Blondie kept running her hand over my ass. Another woman appeared, older than Mom, built the same and very beautiful. She moved Blondie away and took her place. Her arm went around my waist and she pushed her big tits into me as she stood beside me. Soon she was feeling my ass.”I think a dressing room is in order,” she announced.Blondie blew me a kiss as we were led down a hallway to a large room, bigger than our living room, and ushered inside. There were big chairs and a couch, lots of mirrors, and a table full of wines and beverages. Mom accepted a glass of wine and nodded at me when I was handed one. I drank it quickly.”My name is Annette, please have a seat,” she offered.Mom sat on the couch and patted the cushion. I sat next to her and Annette sat next to me. She put one hand on the back of my neck and the other on my thigh. Her huge tits pressed into me and pushed up out of her blouse. Annette began gently rubbing my neck, running her hand across my shoulders and back, while her other hand slowly moved to the top of my thigh. I felt her fingers brush against my cock.”Would you like to model, or shall we?” Annette asked.”I think he would enjoy some models,” Mom giggled.Annette giggled, “I agree. First, we need to check you out.”Mom stood up, facing me, and put her arms out slightly. She smiled and winked as Annette ran her hands over Mom’s body slowly. She started at the shoulders and moved down her sides. Her hands gently but firmly took in the feel as they slid over her hips and cupped her ass. She then moved over and around her thighs, up her stomach and ended with Mom’s tits cupped in her hands. She felt the size and heft, lifting them slightly, before taking her hands away.”The Gentleman’s Choice, we call it. You have a stunning figure, my dear, for any age.”Annette leaned over to me, her huge tits spilling out, and put her right hand on my shoulder. Her left hand went to my thigh. She moved her right hand up and along the side of my face as her left slid over and grabbed my cock. She gave it a gentle squeeze.”Such a handsome young man,” she said to Mom with a wink, “and very well-equipped I might say.” Mom actually blushed a little.She left the room and another door opened. One after another, women of a variety of ages, all shaped like Mom, paraded through the room. They all had different outfits – gowns, garters and stockings, bras and bottoms, corsets, panties only – as they came in and posed in front of me. I was awestruck and ready to blow my load each time a new one came in. Mom had her hand on my thigh, her fingers brushing against my cock, as she watched my reaction to the outfits.