Mafia Desire (Erotica)

New Story Title: MOM IS BOUND TO PLEASE (Erotica)

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I pulled into parking lot of Exotica with the familiar mix of nervousness and excitement that made my visits here that much more fun. As always, I parked behind the building so my car couldn’t be seen from the street and used the back entrance that I’m sure was put there for people like me. Closet pervs, as Katie the manager referred us, and it was a pretty accurate term. Exotica was located in a strip mall in a fairly well to do area populated by mostly professionals and I’m sure many customers would rather not be seen entering.

There was another advantage to entering through the rear and that was the hallway that led to the main store. The corridor was lined with rooms where people paid to watch the newest videos and got off to them. I’d never gone in one, at least not outside of my fantasies, but had looked inside and saw that the small chairs inside were covered in plastic. The fact that men sat there jerking off was a little disturbing, but the way they would look at me as I made my way past them never failed to excite me.

When I’d first started coming here I would make sure I was dressed as unflattering as possible. Loose slacks and sensible flats coupled with an oversized sweater or a blazer buttoned up tight. I would pull my long dark hair back or pin it up and walk with my head down, not making eye contact. But they would still look. Some subtly, barely turning their heads to get a longer look out of the corner of their eye, others would give me a blatant up and down accompanied by a nasty little smirk.

The first couple of times that happened I blushed and thought about not coming back. Now six months later, and with my mind filled with sexy fantasies, I welcomed it. Now when I knew I was going to stop here I dressed for full effect. Today I was wearing a short black skirt that I wouldn’t say was a mini, but nothing I would never wear to the office. The skirt reached no lower than my mid thigh and showed off my long legs. Those legs were encased in sheer black tights and ended in a pair of three inch heels that strapped around the ankle.

I would not say they were exactly fuck me shoes, but I had just bought them with showing off in mind and they were the sexiest pair I owned by far. From the waist up I was wearing a red blouse that I had unbuttoned halfway to expose the tight red sleeveless shirt beneath it. The shirt had a playful lace trim and did amazing things for my breasts which although more than a mouthful were still a little on the small side. But between the tightness of the shirt and the red and black lace Victoria secret push up bra beneath it, what I had was being proudly displayed.

I had let my long curly hair down so it fell over my shoulders and down my back and had sat in the car in the parking lot at work and added some extra make up around my eyes and a deep shade of red to my lips. The makeup gave me a slightly slutty appearance, especially the lipstick, but I was going home for the weekend from here and no one other than the people in the store would see me.

Even my son Alan wouldn’t see me this way; he was heading to work for six and wouldn’t be home until midnight. I smiled at the thought that when George came over we would have the house to ourselves and we could start downstairs instead of having to hide out in the bedroom. The idea of giving him a sexy little strip tease then dropping to my knees and sucking his cock on the couch sent a pleasant shiver through me. I’d get him nice and hard then hop on and ride him right there in the living room!

No. I caught myself. That was to vanilla; I had a plan for tonight and it was for George to once and for all get into more than just straight sex. Tonight he was going to indulge my fantasies and I was here to pick up something to not only set the mood, but show him exactly what I wanted. I tried to shy away from the thought that hopefully it would work. George was a nice guy who was attractive, had a good job and was good to me, but damn he was a dud!

When we’d first met a few months back that was okay with me. After all I’d been married to a dud for close to twenty years. When Bill had passed away two years ago I’d told myself I would be more adventurous in the bedroom, but hadn’t until I’d found Exotica and started buying toys and discovered what had become my current fantasy; bondage.

I looked up when someone said excuse me, to see I had almost walked directly into a tall man in a black suit.

“Sorry” I gave him a huge smile and batted my eyes at him.

“Don’t be.” He returned the smile, “Nothing like running into a beautiful lady.”

“Even in a place like this?” I asked, giving my hair a toss and loving the fact that his eyes were glued to my chest.

“Especially in a place like this!” he laughed. “Makes me wonder what kind of naughty things you’re here for.”

“A movie.” I winked, “Something to keep me up at night.”

“I think you could keep me up at night.”

I had to admit I wouldn’t mind trying. He had beautiful blue eyes, a neatly trimmed beard and the suit hugged a broad set of shoulders. He had a bright smile and I could feel my nipples hardening just from standing here with him. Damn, Anna, you’ve come a long way from a sheltered wife and mother! I tried to remind myself of George, but here was someone I bet who would give me what I wanted.

I stopped myself there. It was one thing to want to be kinky with a boyfriend, but I didn’t know who this guy was and I did have a son at home. Although Alan was twenty I still felt I owed it to him to be a good mother in every way which meant not out there on the make like the sluts in the movies that I at times longed to be like.

“Speaking of, I don’t suppose you would want some company while watching said movie.” The man in front of me continued, “After a wonderful dinner of course.” He extended his hand, “I’m Richard.”

“I’m… with someone.” I told him, although I did take his hand. “Sorry, I wasn’t trying to…”

“No worries.” He shrugged and grinned. “You spend enough time here and watching porn you start to think life could be that way.”

“It would be a happier place,” I laughed.

“Less stress for sure.” He reached into his pocket and handed me a card. “If you ever want to go grab a coffee or something let me know.”

“Thank you.” I made a show of slipping the card in my bra.

He let his eyes follow the card then with a blatant look at my legs winked and walked away. I started walking down the hallway again and could feel his eyes on me. I put some extra swing in my slender hips and could feel my thong sticking between my legs.

Keeping my head up, I passed three other men who were heading down to the room and watched every one of them stare hungrily at me. When I entered the main store I began to head over to the register to where Katie always was and stopped when I saw a young man there.

I hung back hoping to see her, but when it seemed obvious he was working up there alone, I turned to the wall and began looking at row after row of vibrators and dildos. I was no longer shy about coming in there, but that was mostly because Katie, the manager, had noticed how timid I was my first time there and had come over and asked me what I needed.

I remember becoming flustered and she had put me at ease saying everything here was for fun and there is no shame in fun. She helped me pick out a couple of small vibrators and each time I’d come in after that she had always waited on me and made suggestions.

In fact it was Katie that had turned me on to bondage by telling me that it was her kink and how much fun it was to be helpless and have no control over what your lover did to you. Like me, she had no desire for anything rough, but just loved being tied and teased and totally at the other person’s mercy.

Last time around Katie had talked me into getting a set of bonds for my bed to try with George and what had finally convinced me was her telling me the story of how her boyfriend had her tied with them.

Katie had been spread eagle on the bed and he had tickled and teased her to the point she was almost in tears she wanted to cum so bad. She said when he finally got her off she came so hard she was dizzy and could barely move. That had sounded good to me and I had bought them then and there. Unfortunately…

“Hey hot stuff, what can I do for you?”

I turned and breathed a sigh of relief when I saw Katie behind me.

“I was starting to think you weren’t here.” I told her.

“Honey, I’m always here!” she laughed.

Katie had an infectious laugh that always made me smile. She was a pretty girl, closer to Alan’s age than mine, but a hell of a lot more experienced sexually than a woman who had been in a vanilla marriage most of her adult life.

Katie had short red hair and a pair of big brown eyes that reminded me of my departed husband’s as well as Alan’s. She was a busty little thing, with a chest that looked as if it was going to tip her over at some point and a plump little ass that I noticed every guy in the store turn to look at when she wandered by.

I had no interest in women, but since I had been watching a lot of porn had started noticing them more and several times I’d envisioned Katie tied to her bed while her boyfriend playfully tormented her. Lucky girl!

“So,” Katie, looked around to make sure no one was standing close to us. “How did it go with the tie downs?”

“I haven’t gotten the nerve to show him yet.”

“Why not?” Katie looked me up and down, “Anna you’re nothing short of fucking hot, why would he refuse you anything? You sure this guy isn’t gay?”

“No, we have sex.” I told her. “But I’m lucky if I can get him to do me doggy, never mind anything kinky.”

“You would think there wouldn’t be people like that around anymore.” She spread her arms to indicate the store. “That’s what we’re here for! To keep things fun!” she winked at me, “Added some fun in your life, no?”

“Yeah, but so far it’s just solo fun.” I told her. “Which can be a lot of fun in itself, but I need to get my boyfriend to do something hot with me.”

“Or find someone who will.” Katie said, “You’re not married to the guy if he’s lame go find someone who’s not. You’re an attractive woman Anna.”

“Thank you, but I have a son at home and I don’t want to be spending nights out or jumping from guy to guy. He still has issues with me dating.”

“Well he needs to get over that.” Katie pointed out, “But that’s not my area of expertise. So what do we do about super dud?” She stroked her chin. “Does he use toys on you?”

“No. When I suggested he looked hurt.”

“Not a ‘guess you don’t need me type’?”

“Yup.”