“Yes, Mrs Moore.” Pt 2. [FM] MILF, Voyeurism, Mutual Masturbation

Preface: Here is part two, and it’s gotten quite kinky quite fast haha! Thank you if you’re here from part one, and thank you to everyone who asked for this and suggested ideas. Hope you enjoy!*

Part 1 available here: tohttps://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/nu67tb/yes_mrs_moore_fm_mutual_masturbation_milf/?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share

(Note: to blatantly state the obvious, please do not replicate this in real life! This is just a fantasy to be enjoyed amongst consenting adults.)

*YES, MRS MOORE.*

((Four months later))

When I left the house on that windy September morning, the only thing I was anticipating to get out of a visit to the shops was an argument with my mum about what I had forgotten from the list. It was half-term from uni and I had returned home to spend some time with my folks (and hopefully score a few home-cooked meals) before heading off again to visit one of my friends at a college across the country. Things were going pretty good, with the exception of a few alcohol-induced embarrassments and the odd missed assignment.

I parked my car quickly outside the shop, keen to get in and out before the ticket-man came around. Knowing me, I had forgotten the carrier bags. I slid my pound coin into the trolley and began to make my way around the shops, keeping an eye out for any especially agreeable discounts. It was only when I found myself searching for pears for my mum that I ran into Mrs Moore as she turned the corner.

Her face contorted into a shocked expression, which stuck out to me despite the heavy brown sunglasses that took up most of her face. She was still wearing the same style of sleek, understated clothing as she was the last time I met her, but this time her capris were replaced by a sundress and coat. For a cool morning in autumn, I noted that it was an odd choice.

“Mrs Moore!” I called out, my voice cracking a little as my face blushed red with embarrassment. She looked at me like I was an imbecile, but I still saw that little smile play in the corner of her lips.

“Leo, was it?” She said with a wink, before pushing a strand of hair behind her ear. I tried not to look down her blouse as she leaned forward.

“How’s university?”

“It’s been good. My grades are terrible, but that’s to be expected. I had a girlfriend for a little while, but she decided it wasn’t working. Highs and lows.” I grimaced slightly, instantly regretting telling her. Her coolness only highlighted my awkwardness.

She stayed silent for a moment, her eyes scanning my face.

“I can’t imagine anything worse than a relationship,” she said with a smile, her hand pressed to her chest. If anybody embodied vintage glamour, it was Mrs Moore.

“I don’t understand you at all,” I said, my fist gripping the trolley handle. I didn’t mean it to come across so rudely, but my brain seemed to have gone for its own half-term break.

She smirked, and looked up at me through the lenses of her expensive sunglasses.

“And you never will.”

Something began to stir in my boxers just by the way she was looking at me. Fuck, why was this happening now? I shifted uncomfortably, trying to hide my growing erection by facing my hips towards the fresh produce aisle. Despite my best efforts, Mrs Moore’s eyes immediately drew to my trousers and she let out a little triumphant giggle.

“Good lord, it really is that easy for you young men, isn’t it?” She quickly pressed her tongue to the back of her teeth and fluffed up her hair, her golden bangles clinking loudly. I drew my eyes to an especially undistinguished cauliflower, in a futile attempt to distract myself from looking at her breasts.

“I’ll be honest and say I’ve missed that response,” she said with a smile. I didn’t know what she meant, or if this was her strange method of flirting with me.

Her breath quickened as she peered around the shop; there were a few people milling around the meat section, but nobody looked like they were coming into our aisle for a while. My trousers were becoming uncomfortably tight and reaching a point where my erection would be openly visible to passers-by. I made this mistake once already and I couldn’t do it again. What if somebody found out about us? I had to get out of here.

“Somebody should really do something to help you,” she said, as she bit her lip. Her eyes trailed down to my dick and she let out a little chuckle. I felt myself gulp, the tension beginning to rise and become palpable. I wondered if she was planning on taking me back to her place. One of her well-manicured hands began to move towards the produce shelf, her fingers quickly grabbing hold of something. She picked it up and I stared in shock.

“Don’t tell me you don’t like the idea,” she whispered, a cucumber clutched tightly in her hands. My mouth dropped open, but I felt my dick begin to pulse against the tight constraints of my jeans. There was no way she was about to do what I thought she was going to do.

Her eyes still planted firmly on my cock, she grabbed the cucumber in two hands and began to lightly run her tongue across the top. I saw the beads of saliva begin to coat the thick green skin as she sucked the tip between her small painted lips. Fuck. My hand immediately moved to my trousers and I began to gently rub myself as I watched her take the cucumber inside her mouth.

She pulled it in and out of her mouth slowly, a small smile playing around her lips as she watched me trying to subtly stroke myself. Her lipstick began to spread across it in pale red blotches as she slowly took it deeper into her mouth, lubricating it with her spit. I tried not to suppress a deep guttural moan as she stared into my eyes.

My hand began to speed up against my dick, and I could feel it throb and fill with pleasure. Without missing a beat, Mrs Moore pulled the cucumber out of her mouth and a satisfying pop echoed through the aisle. She started to grin at me mischievously and I watched her slowly lift the hem of her dress, exposing the fact that she wasn’t wearing underwear. Did she do this often?

I let out an earthy groan as I looked at her wet vulva; I couldn’t contain this for much longer. With a cheeky lick of her lips, she lifted her leg onto the edge of my trolley and began to rub the wet cucumber against her clit. My cock was about to explode in response, and my legs began to buckle as I tried to steady myself against the shelf.

She moved the cucumber down slowly, relishing the reaction this view was giving me, and began to insert the cucumber into her vagina. I saw her hand move up quickly to cover her mouth as she began to thrust it deeply inside it her, speeding up to meet the rhythm of my rubbing. The aisle became filled with the sounds of her wetness as she thrust her hips passionately. I was so close.

Quickly, a loud moan passed her lips and I knew from last time that she was on the edge. I could hardly see anything except that cucumber pushing inside her, and her little lips pouted in ecstasy. If someone came along right now, I don’t know if I’d be able to stop.

“Are you going to cum?” She said in a hushed whisper, the cucumber thrusting in and out of her. I nodded my head and grabbed the nearest shelf, the orgasm welling up inside me. She quickly began to pound the cucumber inside her and I saw her legs start to shake as the juices slid down her thighs.

With a loud groan, I jerked my cock even harder and began to climax. I felt the first stages of the warm euphoric cum begin to gush into my underwear. For a moment I was blinded by the orgasm, one hand pressed firmly against my dick and the other pushing down on the shelf to steady myself. My boxers were filling with wetness as I shut my eyes and let the cum squirt out of me, my body contorted in pleasure. I let out a sequence of small rapid breaths and slowly began to return to earth from the heavenly affair that was Mrs Moore.

In my own orgasm I had been distracted from witnessing hers, but as I opened my eyes I looked and saw Mrs Moore trembling as six inches of the cucumber were pushed inside her. She let out a sweet little moan, and I watched the cucumber slowly squeeze out of her as her muscles contracted. She quickly grabbed it in between laboured breaths, and pulled out the final few inches.

With a grace reserved only for movie stars, Mrs Moore quickly pulled down the hem of her dress and tossed the wet cucumber into my trolley. A hand moved to her neck as she wiped the sweat away, smiling at me slightly. I had no idea what had just happened.

Without a word, she readjusted her sunglasses and walked past me as though nothing had ever happened. I was left in the aisle, covered in cum and completely bewildered. Mrs Moore had a hold on me like no other; I was utterly desperate to see her again.

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