"I love them, Tracy," I said, leaning forward and biting her nipple hard, enough to truly hurt, and firm enough to make her gasp and arch her back.

"Ahh!" Tracy cried out sharply, the sound escaping before she could stop it.

It was loud enough that someone outside might have heard if the boutique hadn’t been filled with the low hum of background music and other customers.

"Shh... you’re so loud," I whispered, my hand quickly covering her mouth for a second while I listened carefully for any footsteps or voices outside. "Aria might hear you."

But no one came. No one paid any attention. Her cry seemed to have been muffled by the general noise of the boutique, the soft chatter of customers, the rustle of clothes, and the distant hum of conversation.

"But sir... you bit it so roughly," she said, her voice shaky and needy, her nipple now visibly reddened and throbbing from my teeth.

I didn’t apologize. Instead, I leaned in again and took the other nipple into my mouth, sucking hard while my hand squeezed the heavy, saggy breast it belonged to.

Tracy’s tits were full and mature, with that natural softness and slight hang that came from age and life, and I found them incredibly sexy. I bit down again, gently tugging the nipple between my teeth, making her whimper and press her chest forward into my mouth.

Tracy’s hand stayed wrapped around my cock, stroking me slowly as I played with her breasts. Her breathing was ragged, her thighs pressing together as fresh arousal leaked from her pussy, soaking into her panties.

Tracy looked down at me with wide, lust-filled eyes, her mature face flushed. "Sir... this is so wrong... but it feels so good..."

Suddenly my phone buzzed in the pocket of my pants that were hanging on the hook.

"Wait a sec," I said, pulling away from Tracy’s breasts and reaching for my phone.

It was Aria calling, probably trying to find out where I had gone.

"Sir, are you going to pick it up?" Tracy asked, her voice shaky, still flushed and breathing heavily.

"Nah, Aria can wait," I said, slipping the phone back into my pocket without answering and immediately returning my attention to her breasts. I squeezed them again, rolling her stiff nipples between my fingers, making her moan softly.

"Turn around, Tracy," I ordered, turning her around and making her bend forward against the wall of the fitting room.

I opened her skirt completely, sliding it down her thick thighs and removing her panties, leaving the old woman standing completely naked in front of my hard cock, which was ready to devour her.

"Ahh..." Tracy looked back over her shoulder, realizing her job was going to be far more demanding today than she had expected.

The way her old, mature, thick body looked made me completely lose control. I pressed myself forward against her back, my hard cock resting heavily between her ass cheeks, the thick shaft nestled in the warm, soft cleft as I ground slowly against her.

"Your body is so thick, Tracy," I said, my voice low and rough as my hands roamed over her curves, sliding up her soft belly, cupping her heavy breasts, then moving down to squeeze her wide hips and thick ass.

"Sir... I feel shame," she whispered, her voice trembling as I pressed into her, my cock sliding between her ass cheeks while my hands continued to explore her body.

I reached from behind and took one of her saggy tits in my hand, squeezing it firmly, feeling its full weight and softness overflow my palm.

"Why do you feel shame, Tracy?" I asked, my breath hot against her ear as I kept pressing my hard cock against her warm body, grinding slowly and making myself even harder.

"My son is around your age, sir," she said, her voice carrying a mix of shame and undeniable arousal. Her nipple throbbed under my fingers, hardening instantly as I pinched it.

"Really?" I asked, my tone turning darker and more teasing. "Does he know his mother has such a sinful body?"

"What are you saying, sir?" she replied, sounding like a proud mother trying to maintain some dignity, but the way her nipple throbbed and her breathing quickened under my touch made her sound more wild than ashamed. "I would never let myself be seen like this in front of my son."

I squeezed her breast harder, rolling the stiff nipple between my fingers while my cock continued to grind between her ass cheeks, the head nudging against her wet pussy from behind.

"But here you are," I whispered, my lips brushing her ear. "Bent over in a fitting room, letting a man your son’s age play with your body... and your pussy is dripping for me."

Tracy let out a soft, needy whimper, her hips pushing back against me instinctively even as she tried to protest.

I kept teasing her, my hand moving from her breast down to her pussy, sliding two fingers along her slick folds as I whispered, "Then why are you so wet, Tracy? Why is your pussy leaking for your son’s age-mate?"

"Ahh, sir... please don’t say those things," she moaned, her voice shaky and full of conflicted shame, even as her body betrayed her with another involuntary shiver.

My cock was getting even harder, knowing it was about to claim someone’s thick mother.

I bit her shoulder and made her gasp sharply. Her whole body trembled under my touch, a mix of pain and pleasure making her knees weaken for a second. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

Then I turned her around roughly, grabbing her wrists and pinning them above her head against the wall of the small fitting room. I pressed my body fully against hers, letting my hard cock smear warm precum across her soft belly as I held her captive.

"Tell me you want this young cock, Tracy," I said, looking straight into her eyes, my voice low and commanding. My face was inches from hers, our breaths mingling in the steamy, confined space.