Connie and Ashleigh Ponder perused the menus at the Village Bistro. Ashleigh was in town for the summer after her first year of college at Washington and Lee University, and her mother Connie had taken her to lunch at her favorite restaurant. It was a pleasant Spring day, and the two sat at a table near the window. It was a slow Wednesday afternoon at the bistro, and there were only five other customers. Two couples and a man by himself.

As Ashleigh mentally debated between the lobster salad sandwich and the crab bisque with side salad, her anus started to itch. She shifted in her seat a bit trying to relieve the itch, but it grew worse. She thought about what could be wrong, but came up with nothing. The itch grew worse and deeper. She fidgeted in her seat again.

Her mother noticed the uncomfortable look on her daughter's face and the fidgeting. "Are you OK?"

Ashleigh blushed a bit and stopped fidgeting. "Yeah, I'm...I just have to go adjust something." She got up and headed for the restroom.

Connie watched her go then looked over at the man seated at the table next to them. He smiled at her, and she forced a fake smile and went back to studying the menu.

Ashleigh entered the lady's room and locked the door behind her. She untucked her royal blue, v-neck t-shirt, undid her khaki shorts and belt, and pulled them to her knees. She then pulled down her baby blue, French-cut panties. She took some toilet paper and wiped her ass. That did nothing to relieve the itch which grew worse and deeper. She took another length of toilet paper and wrapped it around her right index finger. She then started to scratch her anus. As she did, she noticed a tingle in her privates. She grew a bit flushed. The itch was still there, so she stuck her finger in deeper. Another tingle. She felt her pulse quicken a bit. She stuck her finger in a bit deeper and started to turn it. She was definitely starting to get turned on. She started moving her finger in and out of her ass. As she did so, she closed her eyes. Her other hand came up, and she started fingering her pussy with it. Before she knew it, she was stroking both her anus and pussy rapidly. She went faster and faster. Her breathing grew heavy, and a few moans escaped her. Suddenly she orgasmed. This snapped her out of her ecstasy. She stood up straight. She yanked her finger out of her ass. The toilet paper was shredded and soiled. She pulled her other hand up. She shook the toilet paper off into the toilet and flushed it. She then vigorously washed her hands. She was nervous and confused. She had never done anything like that. She had never anally satisfied herself, nor had she ever thought about it. She had never had anal sex either, and the thought of it had also repelled her, but she had just gotten herself off by frigging both her pussy and her ass. She pulled up her panties and shorts. She tucked in her shirt and smoothed it over her firm, B-cup breasts. She looked at herself in the mirror. Her blue eyes shown against her red cheeks. She patted her shoulder length blonde hair into place and regained her composure. She was still in a bit of disbelief over what s he had just done. She walked back into the restaurant.

She walked back to the table and looked around to see if anyone was looking at her. Everyone was looking at her. The two couples looked at her and smiled, and the lone man winked at her. She sat back down.

"Ashleigh," said her mother in a whisper.

Ashleigh swallowed. Certainly, no one knew what she had just done, "What is it?"

"Uh, your fly's wide open," said her blushing mother.

"Oh," said Ashleigh a bit embarrassed, but a bit relieved that was all that was wrong. She reached down and zipped up her fly. She looked over at the man at the next table, but he was looking at his menu. The waitress came by, and Ashleigh ordered the lobster salad sandwich. She did not want anything hot.

Without looking at the waitress, Connie ordered the shrimp and mushroom pasta salad and handed over her menu. The waitress took the menus and brought the order to the kitchen. Connie talked to her daughter about various happenings at the country club, the neighborhood, and friends of the family. As she spoke, she noticed her bra started to itch and feel tight. She subtly tried to adjust the straps under her sleeveless green top, but it did not help. She grew more and more uncomfortable. Finally, she could not take it any more. She grabbed her purse and headed for the ladies room. She locked the door behind her, and pulled her shirt off over her head. She folded the shirt and laid it on the paper towel dispenser. She quickly undid her bra. She shoved it in her purse. She massaged her irritated breasts. She looked at them in the mirror and smiled. "Still perfect!" she said to herself. She kept massaging her firm C-cups until her nipples were erect. She patted a loose strand of

her short, platinum blonde hair into place, and walked back into the restaurant. She heard gasps as she headed to the table. She smiled as she just thought people were admiring her perfect breasts underneath her shirt. She thought how it might be somewhat obvious that she was not wearing a bra. She sat down at the table, and Ashleigh, who was looking at the window looked over at her and choked on her iced-tea.

"Mom!" she finally spurted out.

"What, dear?"

Ashleigh pointed at her mother's chest. Connie looked down and saw her bare breasts. "Oh shit!" she got up and ran back into the restroom.

Ashleigh leaned forward and propped her head in her hand, shielding her eyes. She looked over at the man next to her. He was smiling broadly. "You're mother has a great body for a woman her age."

Ashleigh straightened and sneered at the man. She looked out the window.

Connie leaned on the sink. She was nearly panting. She wondered how on earth she could have walked out bare chested. She looked at herself in the mirror. She was blushing deeply. She then noticed she was aroused sexually. She had become turned on by the fact she had publicly shown her breasts. Her shame became mingled with arousal. She picked up her shirt and pulled it over her head. She fixed her hair and applied a new coat of her lipstick. She licked her lips as she waited for her arousal to die down. She then left the rest room and headed for her table, careful not to look anyone in the eye.

As the two women at their lunch, both were quiet as they mulled over what had just happened. Each was wondering why she had become aroused by her actions. Connie was still getting slightly aroused at the thought of showing her magnificent breasts off in public to complete strangers, and Ashleigh would feel a tingle when she thought about finger fucking her anus and pussy simultaneously.

As they waited for the check, Connie re-checked her makeup in he compact mirror. "How would you like to shop for some new clothes. I know I could use some," she said to Ashleigh without looking up from the mirror.

"Yeah, sure. I need some new summer stuff. Where do you want to go?" asked Ashleigh, fully expecting her mom to say one of the few boutiques she frequented.

"How about the Riverview Mall?"

"The Mall? since when do you shop there?"

"Oh, for some reason I thought it might be fun. Still, I wish we could get a man's view of our new clothes." Connie turned to the man next to them. He had just received his check from the waitress.

"Excuse me, sir," said Connie.

"Yes?" said the man.

"My daughter and I are going clothing shopping. Would you like to come and give us your opinion on our purchases?"

"Mother, what are you doing?" asked Ashleigh.

"Oh, Ashleigh, lighten up. This will be OK."

Ashleigh thought for a moment. "Yeah, I guess you're right." She had some confusion in her voice.

"Well, I don't have any plans for this afternoon, so I guess I could help you lovely ladies out."

"Good," said Connie as she snatched the check from the man's hand. "Let me take care of this."

Connie paid the bills and left a generous tip. The three then headed for the parking lot. Just as they left the bistro, they spotted two women approaching. "Shit!" Connie muttered under her breath.

"What is it?" asked Ashleigh

"That bitch Susu Crawfield. God I can't stand that pretentious bitch," whispered Connie.

"Con-nieee dar-ling," said Susu as she approached. "Good to see you. And this is little Ashleigh home from school. My Madison hasn't come back from Vassar yet. She got a 4.0 this semester. Oh, you know my cousin Leslie Anders." The other woman smiled politely.

"Well, Susu," said Connie, "we're off to do some shopping."

"Need some new clothes," said Susu, "I understand. Who's your gentlemen friend?"

The man spoke up, "I'm Howard Masters. Pleased to meet you, Susu. I had a dog named Susu once."

Connie let loose a poorly muffled snigger, and Susu frowned at the man. Suddenly her face went white, and her jaw clenched shut. Connie and Ashleigh looked down and saw a wet spot appear in Susu's brown, linen pants. The spot grew in her crotch then made it's way down her thighs. Urine trickled out of her pant legs and onto her shoes. Susu clamped her hands over her crotch. She looked around nervously then ran off towards her car. "Excuse me," said Leslie as she turned and followed Susu.

"Oh, my God!" said Connie.

"I can't believe it!" said a giggling Ashleigh.

The man just smiled. He knew something Connie and Ashleigh did not: Susu was now rather horny because of her humiliating public incontinence, and this would cause her to masturbate when she got home and before she washed herself and then spend the rest of the day wondering why she had wet herself and why it had turned her on so much to do it in public even though she had been completely humiliated.

The three walked to Connie's Cadillac Escalade. "Mom, I going to get in the back seat. Will you join me, Howard?"

"How can I refuse such a lovely young lady?" he said. Connie just shrugged and got in the driver's seat.

As they left the parking lot, Ashleigh could not help but stare at Howard. Howard looked at her and smiled. She became a bit embarrassed at her staring. "What is it?" asked Howard.

"Oh, it's just that I'd love...I mean...oh, it's nothing."

"Ashleigh, tell me what's on your mind. You can be forthright and honest with me."

Ashleigh smiled demurely. She lowered her voice, "Well, it's just that I..." she leaned over to Howard in order to whisper in his ear, "I want to suck your cock right here, right now!" She then kissed his ear.

Howard leaned over, "Go right ahead," he whispered, "I'm rather flattered."

Ashleigh leaned over and unzipped Howard's pants. He lifted himself up so she could pull his pants down. His mother looked at them in the rear-view mirror "Eyes on the road, Connie," said Howard, "Ashleigh's a big girl. She knows what she's doing." Connie concentrated on her driving.

Ashleigh started to expertly suck, lick, and kiss Howard's cock. She wiggled her ass a bit as she knelt in her seat with her head in Howard's lap. She squirmed a bit more. He massaged her scalp through her thick blonde hair and pressed her head down a bit. "What's wrong, Ashleigh?" asked Howard.

Ashleigh lifted her head up, "It's...I just feel this weird need too..."

"Yes?"

"To finger my...ass," she said sheepishly.

"Well, do what you have to do," said Howard.

Ashleigh got up and undid her shorts. She would not look at Howard as she slid her hand down the back of her panties. She put her head down and her mouth back on Howard's cock as she tickled her anus. She kept it up until they pulled into the mall parking lot. Howard shot his load, and Ashleigh sucked it all up and swallowed every drop. She gave him one more kiss on the tip of his cock and sat up. Howard pulled up his pants and boxers and zipped up. Connie found a parking spot, and the three of them went into the mall. They walked through the food court. "Let's get a drink and have a chat first," said Howard.

"Sounds good," said Connie, "I'll buy." As Ashleigh went to the restroom to wash her hands, Connie bought two Diet Cokes and a root beer at a pizza stand, and the three took a seat when Ashleigh returned.

"You ever just people watch?" asked Howard.

"What do you mean?" asked Ashleigh.

"Oh, you know, watch people. Try to figure them out by the way the dress, walk, and talk. Try to guess what they're thinking. I'm very good at it, especially telling what people's sexual fetishes are."

"Well, I sometimes try to figure people out," said Ashleigh, "but I don't often try to guess their sexual fetishes. How can you do that?"

"Oh, I have my ways. I'm very good at it," said Howard forcefully. "Like these two young ladies at the table next to us," said Howard. He motioned with his thumb at the table nearest them. There were two women, both in their early twenties, seated there. One had long red hair in a pony tail, and the other had thick, soft blonde hair to her shoulders. Her bangs were perfect and hung just to her eyebrows above her green eyes. Both were slender and neatly dressed. They wore name tags of a department store in the mall. They were talking about a party they had went to over the weekend.

"What do you think they're thinking?" asked Connie.

"Well," said Howard concentrating. "The blonde is looking at that group of boys at that table over there." Connie and Ashleigh followed her line of sight. She was staring at a group of five teenage boys sitting at a table eating lunch. "She's thinking how much she'd love to have those boys or any group of males jack off all over her hair. She'd just love to rinse her hair in male semen."

Connie and Ashleigh were shocked, but they saw the blonde pat and stroke her hair as she looked at the boys with a worried, yet wistful expression. "Really?" asked Ashleigh. "You think so?"

"Oh, trust me," said Howard, "the thought of a cum shampoo gets her aroused. She finds it highly erotic, and if she's just sucking off one guy, she likes to use her bangs as cum catchers."

"What about her friend?" asked Connie.

"Oh, her? Look at the way she's looking at her chicken soft taco."

Ashleigh and Connie watched the redhead put down the taco and open it. She proceeded to pour three packets of sauce on it. She then stared at it and licked her lips. She ran a finger through the sauce then closed her eyes and sucked the sauce from her finger.

"She's a food fetish gal," said Howard, "She loves cover her body in food: chocolate sauce, mayonnaise, jelly, ice-cream, anything gooey or slimy. It really turns her on."

"Some people," said Connie as she took a sip of her soda.

Howard raised and eyebrow and looked at Connie. She turned her attention to the group of boys the blonde was staring at. "What's on your mind, Connie?"

"Oh, nothing," said Connie a bit defensively.

"Oh, come now," said Howard, "we're all friends now. You can be honest."

Connie's breathing grew noticeably more pronounced. She lowered her voice, "Well, I just got the strange sudden desire to go flash my..."

"Your what?"

"Flash my breasts at those boys over there," she said blushing.

"Hmmm," mused Howard, "Don't know how you'd do it without others noticing it. You don't want to get arrested for indecent exposure now, do you?"

"Mom, have you always been this kinky?" asked a smirking Ashleigh.

"I don't know, Ashleigh, maybe as long as you've enjoyed fingering your rectum," shot back her mom. They both looked down at the table and blushed again.

"Well, if I may say so, Connie," said Howard, "You have magnificent breasts. They could be good for so much more than flashing." He watched Connie look again at the boys, she ran her hand absent mindedly over her chest. "Tell you what," Ashleigh and I will go shopping, and you can...well, you can do what you want. We'll meet you back here in say forty minutes or so." Howard got up and took Ashleigh's hand. She got up and they left a blushing Connie at the table looking at the group of boys.

Connie turned to watch Howard and Ashleigh, hand in hand, turn a corner and head off down the mall. She turned her attention back to the group of boys. "If only there weren't five of them," she thought as she sipped her soda. She glanced around the food court. She spied a young man by himself at the burger stand. He had just received his order and was taking his tray to a table. He was probably in his late teens or early twenties. He was average height with an average build, with short dark brown hair and brown eyes. He wore jeans and a blue, knit Polo shirt. He had a name tag on, but was too far away for Connie to read it. As she watched the young man take his seat, she felt her breasts start to tingle a bit. She swallowed hard and stood up. She walked over to the young man. She read his name tag "Paul." He worked at a software store in the mall. "Hello, Paul," said Connie, "May I sit down?"

Paul looked up from his meal, "Yeah, sure," he said, "Do I know you?"

"No, I'm Connie," she said as she took her seat. She glanced around nervously. "Paul, this will seem very odd, but could you do me a big favor?"

Paul looked around then back at Connie, "If I can."

"If I pay you forty dollars, will you come out to my car and...titty fuck me?"

Paul almost choked on his fries. After he cleared his throat he gawked at Connie. "Are you serious?"

"Yes, Paul, I'm very serious." Connie pulled two twenty dollar bills out of her purse and laid them on the table. She looked around to make sure no one was looking. "Wouldn't you love to have your cock between these?" She lifted up her shirt just long enough for Paul to get a good look. "Well?"

Paul looked around again. "You sure this isn't some kind of joke? No hidden camera stuff or something like that?"

"I'm very serious, Paul, my titties are tingling for your cock. We can go to my Escalade. I'll park somewhere private and put the back seats down." She reached over and placed her hand on his. "Please, Paul."

Paul grabbed his drink, "OK, let's go, but I'll be keeping an eye out for something fishy."

Connie put the forty dollars in her purse and led Paul to her vehicle. They got in after Paul surveyed the scene. She drove to the far end of the parking lot, parked the car, made sure the doors were locked, and left it running with the A/C on full. They lowered the back seats. Connie yanked off her top and propped herself the front seat. Paul took off his jeans and boxers. He straddled Connie who started rubbing his erection with her hands. She pulled him in between her breasts and started massaging his cock with her tits. Paul shifted forward and back as she did. This was his first titty fuck, so both of them were new at it.

Connie moaned and licked her lips. She felt wonderful. Her breasts tingled in a sensation she had never felt before. She felt herself getting wet down below. She wanted to rub herself but could not reach. Paul kept at it. With each passing moment, Connie's ecstasy grew. After several minutes, Paul ejaculated all over Connie's upper chest and neck. As she felt the hot, sticky cum land on her, she felt her body shiver with an orgasm. Paul finished up and turned over to sit next to her. Connie rubbed his cum onto her breasts. It felt wonderful. "Paul, I'll throw in an extra twenty if you clean me up down there. You made me orgasm!"

Paul earned sixty dollars during his lunch break.

Connie parked back closer to the entrance, and she and Paul went back into the mall. She had wiped her chest off and fixed her hair and makeup. Paul asked for her number, but she declined, and he went his own way. Connie bought another soft drink and waited for Ashleigh and Howard.

Several minutes later, they showed up. Ashleigh was wearing a rather short leather miniskirt and a white blouse with its shirttails tied just above her belly button. She had on a pair of spike heeled black leather boots as well. "That's kind of slutty," thought Connie. Ashleigh and Howard sat down.

"What do you think?" Ashleigh asked her mom.

"A bit racy don't you think?"

"Oh, mom, lighten up."

"Well, it's my turn to shop," said Connie.

"You didn't just wait here the whole time, did you?" asked Ashleigh.

"Well, of course not. I...I found something to amuse myself." Connie straightened her shirt. She looked at Howard who just smiled knowingly.

Howard turned to Ashleigh, "How are you going to amuse yourself?"

Ashleigh thought for a moment. She felt a slight itch and tingle in her rectum. "Oh, I'll find something to fill my tingle, I mean time!" she said with a blush. "Mom, can I have the keys to the Caddy?"

"Sure, dear, but it's in a different spot. It's a row over."

"OK," Ashleigh wondered why she had moved the car, but not much. She watched Connie and Howard walk off. Ashleigh looked around the food court. There were a few more people here now. The group of boys were gone. She saw a man filling out a form at a table close by. He wore a white, long sleeve button down shirt, a tie, and a pair of khaki slacks. He looked to be in his mid-twenties with dirty blonde hair. He was tall and skinny. Ashleigh walked up to his table. "Hi, my name is Ashleigh."

The man looked up, "Hello, I'm Scott." He smiled at her.

"You don't mind, do you?" she asked as she sat down.

"Not at all. Is there something I can help you with?"

"I hope so, Scott. Are you busy?"

"Just filling out a job application for Toller's. They have an opening in the audio/visual department."

"Oh, so you're busy then?"

"No, I dropped off my resume, and the manager told me to come back tomorrow. I just decided to fill this out now." He smiled and looked into her eyes.

Ashleigh leaned forward and licked her lips. "Scott, this may sound very forward, but I've never been fucked up the ass. How would you like to be the first?"

Scott's mouth fell open. He swallowed and blinked a few times. "Are you serious?"

"Ab-so-lute-ly," said Ashleigh as she beamed at him.

"Well, yeah, I'd love to do that, but I don't have any condoms on me."

"There's a drugstore across the street I believe. Let's go. I'm getting antsy."

Paul folded his application and put it in his pocket. He followed Ashleigh to the Cadillac. Ashleigh drove him to the drugstore across from the mall and handed him a twenty. "Buy something that adds to a woman's pleasure," she cooed.

Paul came out a couple of minutes later with a small plastic sack. Ashleigh pulled around to the back of the store and parked behind a dumpster. The backseats were still down. She quickly pulled off her shorts and panties while Paul disrobed from the waist down. She got on her hands and knees facing the rear window. Paul moved in behind her and put on the condom. It was ribbed and lubricated. He forced his way into Ashleigh.

Ashleigh moaned in a painful ecstasy as Paul entered her. He started to rock back and forth as he held on to her hips. As much as she loved this new feeling, something was wrong. She reached up under her and started tickling her pussy. Suddenly her ecstasy doubled. She thought of how from now on, she had to have something going on with at least two holes, one of them being her anus to get off. The two kept this up for about five minutes when Paul finally came. It coincided with Ashleigh's orgasm. She fell forward, and Paul fell on top of her. Both were sweaty and breathing heavily.

While Ashleigh was having her new sexual experience, Howard and Connie walked down the mall. "You can really read people, can't you?" asked Connie.

"Oh, yeah, it's as if I can tell what's in their minds," answered Howard with an air of confidence. "Try me out."

"OK," said Connie, "This girl approaching us." A girl of about eighteen or nineteen was approaching. She wore hip hugger pants and a yellow baby-doll t-shirt with a pink pig on it.

"See that pig on her shirt?" asked Howard, "She loves to be hogtied. She loves bondage. Being bound and gagged gets her off."

The girl approached and exchanged polite smiles with Connie and Howard. As she walked on, she suddenly wondered what it would be like to be bound and gagged during foreplay and sex. The idea gave her a sensual tingling.

Outside a toy store, a mother in her early thirties was scolding her child. She was complaining that the child whining because they had been shopping all day. She gave the young girl a swat on the butt.

"See that woman?" asked Howard motioning to the mother.

"Yeah, what's her story?"

"She loves a good, hard spanking. It's the only way she can get off: a good, hard spanking before sex. She begs her husband to spank her. If he won't, he doesn't get any." They passed the woman who seemed to be deep in thought and a bit confused.

Connie and Howard entered a clothing store that catered to teens. "What are we doing in here?" asked Connie.

"Oh, just browsing. See anything you like?"

"Not really. Wow, these are gaudy," said Connie as she pointed to a pair of knees socks with horizontal rainbow stripes.

Howard smiled, "Hmmm, they're not so bad."

Ashleigh waited in the food court. She was nervous and still a bit flustered. She had just had anal sex with a complete stranger in a parking lot. She sipped her drink and tried to calm down. Then she saw her mother and spit out her sip of drink.

Connie was wearing a pair of leather hot pants, rainbow striped knee-socks, a pair of white platform shoes, and a ridiculously tight t-shirt that showed her midriff. The t-shrit was bright pink with the word "Flirt!" in gold letters across the chest. It was obvious her mother was not wearing a bra. "Mother! What on earth are you wearing?" she gasped as Connie approached the table.

"You like it?" asked Connie, "I wanted to you know try something young and free spirited," she spread her arms out and bent one knee.

"Mom, you look ridiculous."

"Oh, come now, Ashleigh," said Howard, "You like how your mom looks."

Ashleigh looked at her mom in a new light. Her mother still looked ridiculous, but Ashleigh found this funny, not embarrassing. If her mom wanted to make a fool of herself, that was her business. "I guess if you like it, it's OK," said Ashleigh trying not to giggle.

"There you go," said Howard, "I think you should wear your new outfits out to eat tonight. Maybe at the country club. You could bring me. I'm sure you'd love to know what fetishes your fellow country clubbers are hiding."

"What a splendid idea," said Connie, "and tonight is their annual summer barbecue!"

"Sounds good to me," agreed Ashleigh.

"I'm absolutely positive the other women there will be very envious of your outfits, and the men will all be salivating over you," said a confident Howard, "no one will no what him them."

"Then we're set. We'll kill time at our house," said Connie. "I can think of ways to kill time." Connie ran her hand between her breasts.

"Me too," said Ashleigh as she took Howard's hand.

On there way to the parking lot, a teenage girl ran into Connie. "Watch it!" she barked at Connie. The girl had spiky black dyed hair, nose, lip, and eyebrow piercings, a black tank top, and baggy jeans.

"You should be more lady like," said Howard.

"What's it to you, fucker?" said the girl. As she walked into the mall, she flicked a cigarette she had been smoking into a potted plant. As she entered the mall, she suddenly wondered what it would be like to dress like a "sissy." She thought of how neat it might be to wear frilly, lacy dresses, lace top or knee socks, and bright bows in her hair. She thought about how pink was such a cool color. She would grow her hair out and wear it in ringlets and take out her facial piercings. She wanted to be all girly and sweet.

Howard smiled and walked arm-in-arm with Connie and Ashleigh as they headed into the parking lot.