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Shopping Trip

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Recently on a shopping trip for boxers I noticed mother and daughter pair shopping nearby. The daughter was say twenty or so years-old. Her mother was about forty years-old. Mom was older and heavier, but there was no doubt they were cut from the same genetic pattern.The daughter's flawlessly elegant legs first caught my attention. My eyes followed her across the store. Then I noticed her identically beautiful mother. Both had shoulder length dark brown, almost black, wavy hair.Each was dressed in a cotton t-shirt and shorts with sandals on their feet. Identical red polish dotted the end of each of their toes. I was supposed to be shopping. Stealth girl-watching is my specialty. I was secretly watched one or both of them move throughout the store. I'm sure they had no idea I was intoxicated by their beauty. It was so easy and necessary to convince myself of this fact.The boxer style men's underwear near the women's underwear. And they were on sale. The clerk recommended that I try them on, because sale items are not returnable. Closing the door of the fitting room, I started undressing and heard women's voices. One of them said she wanted to get a pair of "hot panties" to wear tonight. "Let's try them on, one of them said."I slipped on a pair of boxers, checking for fit and style. On impulse I decided to see if the fly was also correct. Hey, I'm going to buy four of them, after all. A little surprised at myself I eased my cock through the opening. I was standing there with my dick in my hand. Suddenly beneath the raised wall I noticed the sandaled feet and red tipped toes of the mother and daughter pair. They were the same two that I had been secretly eyeing lustfully. I was silent as one of them slipped her shorts down and lifted them off her ankles; followed immediately by a pair of women's panties. There she stood, obviously naked from the wait down.Without hesitation, she quickly slipped her feet into a tiny pair of black panties. She pulled them out of my sight and up her legs. Unintentionally, my hand moved up and then down my now firm cock. The bare feet and red toe nails turned this way and that. She was watching herself prance before the full-length mirror. In the mirror on my side of the wall, I saw myself in the mirror dressed in boxer underwear, and caressing a full erection. I checked the corners and ceiling of the cubicle for security cameras. None! I was alone. One of the voices next door commented on how "sexy" it looked. I couldn't understand everything they said. Then, someone said, "By the time he sees these, he'll be putty in my hands." My own caresses were filling my body with desire and delight, I moved back to the bench and sat down. With my left hand I released my balls. Then the black panties dropped into view around her sexy ankles. A hand replaced them with a tiny red pair, and pulled them upward out of view. The red toe nails danced in circles again.I imagined how the red panties looked stretched over a woman's dark wavy pubic hair.A woman's voice said to get them both. A moment later the red panties came down her bare legs.She was standing there half naked again. Her ass had to be a flawless as their legs! The reality of my wanking was urgent now. If I didn't do something my new underwear and the carpet were going to be speckled with peter-tracks. I removed a handkerchief from the pocket of my jeans lying next to me.Briefly I watched the original pair of panties as they were pulled upward out of sight. It was too much for me. As my legs jerked, I struggled not to moan and groan out loud as I shot cum into my wadded up handkerchief. Then there was more, and then more. I sat on the bench, motionless and breathless. Then I heard both mom and daughter leave the changing room. I buried the wet cum deep in the handkerchief and then deep in my pocket. I felt wobbly as I dressed. I found they were standing in line ahead of me at the check out. I worried that I smelled like sex. My mind was a blur, but I left the store just before them. What if they knew? What if they smelled sex? Will security chase me through the parking lot? I got into my car and drove away.

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