"Ma’am, please close the curtain," Tracy moaned, her voice shaky and desperate as I continued my deep, steady thrusts into her ass.

The woman peeking in had such a voluptuous figure that I couldn’t help staring at her.

She was in her late 40s or early 50s, with an exaggerated hourglass shape, massive breasts that strained against the thin red dress, a narrow waist, and wide, fertile hips that made the dress cling to her like a second skin.

Her long black hair cascaded down her back, and her beautiful facial features were frozen in shock, her full lips parted and her dark eyes wide.

I deliberately showed her how massive my cock was and how much the MILF getting ruined by it was lost in pleasure. I gripped Tracy’s hips roughly and slammed myself violently into her ass, showing the woman exactly how a beast takes its prey.

Each powerful thrust made Tracy’s thick ass cheeks ripple and jiggle, her body jolting forward as my cock disappeared completely inside her tight hole.

Tracy’s face turned bright red with embarrassment, but she didn’t pull away, her body was still trembling from the intense stretch, and her pussy was visibly dripping down her thighs, leaving shiny trails on her skin.

The woman in the red dress didn’t scream or run. She just stood there, hand over her mouth, staring at my cock disappearing into Tracy’s ass, her own cheeks flushing as the shock slowly mixed with something else, curiosity, perhaps even arousal.

Her breathing had become noticeably heavier, her massive chest rising and falling as she watched the raw, filthy scene unfold in the small fitting room.

"Ma’am, please..." Tracy begged the woman again, her voice breaking into a moan as I thrust deeper, my hips slapping against her ass with wet, obscene sounds.

Tracy’s ass clenched around my cock as I kept pounding her, while the voluptuous stranger continued to watch, her own body clearly reacting to the taboo display.

The woman’s eyes flicked from Tracy’s face to my cock, then back to Tracy’s dripping pussy.

Then she slowly composed herself and closed the curtain, giving Tracy and me the privacy we desperately needed in that small fitting room.

"Damn, that woman was hot," I said, still buried deep inside Tracy’s ass, my mind already imagining railing that stranger woman while I fucked Tracy’s tight hole.

"Sir, you don’t know who that is?" Tracy asked me, moaning softly as I gave her another slow, deep thrust.

"Should I?" I asked, my hands gripping her wide hips tighter.

"That was Miss Aria’s mother, Lady Emilia," she said, her voice shaky with both pleasure and nervousness.

"That was Aria’s mother?" I repeated, not quite believing it at first.

But now that I thought about it, they did have similar facial features, the same elegant bone structure, the same full lips.

No wonder her mother was a bombshell even at that age. The red dress had hugged her hourglass figure perfectly, her massive cleavage and wide hips making her look every bit as tempting as her daughter, if not more so in that mature, experienced way.

"Ahh, yes sir... and I’m sure she’ll fire me for this indecent behaviour in her own boutique," Tracy said, her voice breaking into another moan as I continued to thrust slowly into her ass.

The realization hit me hard.

I had just been caught balls-deep in a married employee’s ass by the mother of the girl I was supposed to be shopping with, the same girl who wanted me as her official date at a royal banquet tonight.

The risk was insane, but instead of making me soften, it only made my cock throb harder inside Tracy’s tight ring.

"Fuck, she doesn’t know me yet. I have never met her before," I said, my voice rough with lust as I slowly pulled my cock out of Tracy’s ass. The tight ring clung to me until the head popped free with a wet sound.

I wanted to finish in her pussy now.

I lined up my cock against her pussy entrance.

Her saggy, mature pussy lips were swollen and wet, glistening with arousal as they parted slightly around the thick head of my cock.

I pushed forward slowly, feeling her warm, experienced pussy stretch around my thickness. Tracy let out a long, low moan, her hands bracing against the wall as I sank deeper into her, inch by inch, until I was buried to the hilt inside her.

Man, Aria’s mother was hot, and she had seen me in action. Tonight, when Aria would introduce me to her family, her mother would remember me, the young guy who was balls-deep in one of her employees in a fitting room.

She might even tell Aria that I was a playboy who loved fucking older married women in secret.

Just thinking about her mother made my cock swell harder inside Tracy’s pussy. I kept fucking her roughly, grabbing her wide hips with both hands and slamming into her with deep, powerful strokes.

The wet, obscene sound of my cock pounding her soaked pussy filled the small fitting room.

Tracy’s body jolted forward with every brutal thrust, her heavy breasts swaying beneath her as she took me. Her pussy was incredibly wet and greedy, clenching and fluttering around my cock as if it never wanted to let go.

Tracy’s legs shook, her hands slipping on the wall as she struggled to stay upright. "Sir... ahhh... you’re so deep..." she whimpered, her voice a mix of shame and ecstasy.

After a few more powerful thrusts, I came hard.

"Fuck..." I groaned deeply as I released my cum inside her mature pussy, my hands gripping her wide hips tightly to hold her in place.

Thick, heavy ropes of cum shot deep into her, flooding her warm, wet walls and painting her insides white. Spurt after powerful spurt filled her completely, the sheer volume making my load leak out around my cock even while I was still buried inside her.