Two weeks had dragged by in a blur of restless nights and lingering aches, Liza’s body a map of faded bruises and phantom throbs that haunted her every step. The mall, that cursed place, loomed in her dreams, the boys’ rough hands and thrusting cocks replaying like a filthy loop she couldn’t escape.

‘I won’t go back,’ she’d sworn to herself after that parking lot nightmare, scrubbing the cum from her skin until it stung, vowing to avoid the place forever.

But Julie, her so-called friend, had cornered her, teary-eyed and pleading about her ‘emergency’ dry cleaning, guilting Liza into the errand with emotional blackmail that hit too close to home. “You’re the only one I can trust with this,” Julie had whined, and Liza, ever the pushover, caved.

Now, clutching the clothes bag like a shield, she stepped into the mall on a quiet weekday morning, the early hour her fragile armor against the horrors of the last time she was here. School should be in session. Those nasty, horny teens with their throbbing cocks and balls full of jizz should be locked away. ‘No boys calling me a slut, no more violations,’ Liza thought, heart pounding fast as her heels clicked on the polished floor.

The air smelled of fresh pretzels and coffee, shoppers sparse: a few elderly folks browsing, a mom with a stroller. Liza kept her head down, blonde hair tucked behind her ears, her curvy frame hugged by a simple blouse and knee-length skirt, modest, safe, nothing to invite trouble. Her big DD tits strained slightly against the fabric, a reminder of how they’d been mauled, but she ignored the flush creeping up her neck.

She dropped off Julie’s ‘emergency’ dry cleaning with trembling fingers, the attendant’s polite smile twisting her gut with paranoia. ‘Just get out,’ Liza thought, the urgency clawed at her, but as she turned toward the exit, her eyes snagged on that damned corridor. The one the redheaded teen boy fucked her in.

The dim, hidden offshoot where the redhead had pinned her, fucked her raw in both holes while mall chatter mocked her shame. She hesitated, feet rooted, curiosity battling the fear churning in her belly. ‘What was it about that place? Why did I let it happen?’ Liza wondered, staring into that dim corridor. A reckless pull tugged her closer, as she edged toward the shadowed mouth, peering in like it held secrets she needed to confront.

The corridor swallowed her steps, cooler and quieter, the distant hum of the mall fading to a murmur. Liza’s breath hitched, memories flooding back: the redhead’s fingers plunging into her dripping pussy, his cock slamming into her sore asshole, the public risk making her submit despite the terror.

“Stupid, so stupid,” Liza whispered, turning to flee, but a sudden shove from behind propelled her deeper into the dimness.

She stumbled. Strong hands grabbed her shoulders, spinning her roughly, and Liza’s gasp echoed off the concrete as a blond teen boy, tall for his age, maybe 16, with tousled hair and a predatory gleam in his blue eyes, pinned her against the cold wall.

‘Not again ... Oh God, another one,’ Liza thought as shock froze her, her 40-year-old body tensing under his invasive touch, the age gap hitting like a slap, this kid bold enough to claim a woman more than twice his age.

“Where you think you’re going, mall slut?” he growled low, his voice rough with teen lust, one hand shooting up to grope her big DD tits through the blouse, squeezing the heavy flesh hard enough to make her nipples pebble against her will.

Liza shivered, a whimper escaping as his other palm slid down her skirt, bunching the fabric before shoving between her thighs. Fingers probed her shaved pussy roughly, finding the tight slit already dampening from the shock and unwanted thrill, rubbing her slick pussy lips with aggressive strokes.

“Fuck, you’re wet already ... We knew you’d be back for more after we broke you in,” the teen pressed on, his growing erection grinding against her hip, the hard bulge of his cock straining his jeans, hot and insistent through the layers.

“Please ... Don’t do this ... I’m old enough to be your mother...” Liza begged.

“Shut the fuck up, bitch,” the kid growled. “Your holes belong to us now, and you’ll let every one of us use them as much as we want.”

“No...”

“They do. Say it. Say you’re our fuck mommy ... Our mall slut,” the boy demanded.

Her face turned bright red.

“SAY IT!”

Liza swallowed hard. “I’m your fuck mommy. I’m your mall slut,” she whispered.

“Good. Now shut up and let me use you,” the kid said with a sneer. “I gotta nice big load for you.”

The public edge of it all sharpened everything. The corridor’s seclusion was a thin veil, as mall voices drifted closer and footsteps echoed from the main hall, heightening her fear of exposure.

Liza’s mind reeled, frozen by the touching, her curvy frame quivering as shame burned through her. ‘He’s just a boy, get out of here before it goes too far,’ Liza thought, but her body betrayed her, submission rising like a tide, the slut in her crumbling under his dominance.

His hand kneaded her tit harder, pinching the nipple through the bra until it throbbed, while his fingers delved deeper into her pussy, two digits thrusting in knuckle-deep, curling to hit that spot that made her knees buckle. Liza bit her lip to stifle a moan, the soreness from weeks ago flaring anew in her tight channel, but arousal slicked his invading hand. The blond boy’s breath was hot on her neck, his cock now fully erect, pressing insistently against her thigh as if demanding entry, the outline thick and veined even through denim.

‘Why me? Why can’t I fight this?’ Liza wondered.

She felt fear knotting her gut, humiliation flushing her cheeks crimson, and that reluctant heat pooling low, her body remembering the brutal pleasure of being used in public, submitted to these teens like a helpless toy.

He yanked her blouse open with a rip of buttons, exposing her lacy bra, and shoved the cup down to free one heavy tit, his mouth latching on to suck the nipple hard, teeth grazing the sensitive peak. Liza gasped, hands fluttering uselessly against his shoulders, the pull of submission dragging her under as his fingers pumped faster in her dripping pussy, juices coating his palm. The corridor’s shadows barely hid them, a distant laugh from the mall spiking her pulse.

‘Anyone could walk by, see this boy groping me. I could go to jail for this,’ Liza thought.

His free hand gripped her ass through the skirt, squeezing the curve possessively, pulling her closer so his cock rutted against her core, the friction sending sparks through her trembling limbs. Shame twisted with the building ache, her hips twitching involuntarily, caught in the raw dominance of this unknown blond teen, the cycle starting all over in the very place she’d sworn to forget.

The blond teen’s mouth released her nipple with a wet pop, the abused peak throbbing in the cool air of the corridor, sending jolts straight to Liza’s core. She panted, her big DD tits heaving, one still spilling from the torn bra, the other half-exposed under his rough palm.

‘This can’t be happening again, not here, not again,’ her mind screamed, but her body, sore and traitorous, clenched around his invading fingers, the shaved pussy slick with unwanted arousal.

The age gap yawned between them like a chasm, him a fresh-faced kid with predatory blue eyes, her a 40-year-old woman reduced to trembling submission under his hands. Public sex’s thrill edged her fear, the mall’s distant chatter a mocking reminder that anyone could stumble upon this violation, see her curves splayed for a teen’s lust.

He shoved her harder against the cold wall, the concrete biting into her back through the ripped blouse, his body pinning hers with surprising strength. “Stay still, fuck mommy,” he snarled, voice low and commanding, his hands roaming her sore body as if he owned it.

One palm slid up to squeeze her free tit, fingers digging into the soft, heavy flesh, twisting the nipple until tears pricked her eyes. The pain mingled with heat, her sore muscles from past assaults flaring under his touch, the bruises on her hips, the phantom ache in her ass, all reignited.

His other hand trailed down, over the curve of her belly, to her thigh, hiking the skirt higher, exposing the lace panties soaked through. Liza whimpered, legs shaking, the submission flooding her like a drug, her mind a whirlwind of shame and that reluctant spark of pleasure.

‘Fight him ... Scream,’ Liza thought, but the words died in her throat, choked by the raw dominance of this boy groping her in broad daylight’s shadow.

“Fucking soaked for it,” he muttered, yanking her panties aside with a rip, the fabric tearing easily. “Fuck mommy can’t wait to feel my cock inside her.”

His fingers delved back into her dripping pussy, three now, stretching the tight walls that still remembered the brutal stretchings from before. She gasped, hips bucking involuntarily, the wet sounds obscene in the quiet corridor. Liza felt humiliation burning her cheeks, fear knotting her gut at the footsteps echoing closer from the mall, and beneath it, a twisted intimacy, her body yielding to the invasion like it craved the control.

He ground his palm against her clit, circling roughly, making her shaved pussy lips swell and pulse, juices coating his hand as he finger-fucked her deeper, curling to hit that spot that made stars burst behind her eyelids.

Liza’s hands clutched at his shoulders, not pushing away but holding on, her curvy frame quivering against the wall. The blond boy’s breath was ragged, his erection straining painfully against his jeans, the thick outline pressing into her thigh. He pulled his fingers free with a slick pop, bringing them to her lips, smearing her own wetness across her mouth.

“Taste yourself, whore ... Know how bad you want this teen cock.”

She turned her head, but he gripped her jaw, forcing the digits inside, making her suck the tangy/fishy essence off them. Shame twisted deeper, her tongue swirling despite herself, the act sealing her submission. Public risk heightened it all. The voices now clearer, a shopper’s laugh piercing the air, inches from discovery, her heart hammering as his free hand fumbled with his zipper.

His cock sprang free, thick and veined, the teen shaft rock-hard and leaking pre-cum from the tip, bobbing aggressively toward her. He grabbed her hips, spinning her roughly to face the wall, her cheek pressed to the cold surface, her big tits squishing against it.

“Bend over, ass out,” he ordered, voice thick with lust, yanking her skirt up to bunch at her waist, exposing her round ass cheeks, the skin still tender from old grips.

Fingers dug into the tight flesh, spreading her wide, the cool air hitting her sore holes, pussy dripping, asshole puckered and abused from weeks of raw poundings. Liza trembled, a sob escaping, but her body arched back, submission winning over resistance, the slut in her aching for the dominance even as fear clawed her insides.

He pressed his cock hard into her dripping pussy first, the fat head nudging her slick pussy lips, grinding deep against her aching core. The friction made her moan, low and broken, her walls fluttering around the intrusion, juices easing the way.

“Feel that? Your cunt’s begging for it. You want this more than me,” he growled, sliding the length along her slit, coating himself in her wetness, the head bumping her clit with each teasing thrust.

Liza’s knees buckled. She felt reluctant pleasure building despite the non-consent, her mind flashing to the other boys, the cycle of violation that left her raw and wanting more in twisted ways. The corridor’s shadows danced with passing lights from the mall, heightening the exposure, her breath fogging the wall as his hips rocked, cock sliding back and forth, pressing harder, deeper, until she was grinding back on him, lost in the mix of shame and heat.

But he wasn’t done teasing. With a cruel chuckle, he pulled back, the head of his cock now slick and aimed higher. “Time for that tight ass ... I’m told it feels great to fuck.”

Liza’s eyes widened, panic surging. “No, it’s still sore, please,” she begged, but he ignored her whimper, spitting on her puckered asshole for crude lube.

Then, with a violent slam, he drove his cock deep into her raw, abused, tight asshole, the thick girth stretching her brutally, inch after burning inch, burying to the hilt. She cried out, the pain sharp and overwhelming, her bowels clenching around the invasion, the soreness from past anal fucks flaring like fire.

“Too big, too rough,” Liza groaned, tears streaming down her face, but he didn’t stop, gripping her hips with bruising force, commanding her trembling submission.

“Fuck, so tight ... Take it all, fuck mommy,” he grunted, pulling back only to thrust in again, relentless and brutal, his balls slapping against her dripping pussy with each pounding drive.

Liza’s body shook, ass quivering around his pistoning cock, the raw sensation mixing pain with a dark, building pleasure that made her moan despite the tears. His hands roamed back to her tits, reaching around to squeeze the heavy globes, pinching nipples as he fucked her harder, the corridor echoing with wet slaps and her choked gasps.

Liza felt humiliation at being ass-fucked by this 16-year-old teen in public, fear of the growing mall noise, voices now just beyond the corner, and that intimate pull of submission, her hips pushing back to meet his thrusts, body surrendering to the dominance. He yanked her hair, arching her back, slamming deeper, the brutal rhythm making her asshole burn and pulse, juices from her pussy dripping down to ease the way, her whole form trembling under his control.

The blond boy groaned, pace quickening, his cock twitching inside her stretched asshole, but he held back, drawing out her torment, one hand sliding down to rub her clit roughly, forcing waves of reluctant ecstasy through the pain. Liza bit her lip, moans escaping in rhythm with his thrusts, the mix of emotions leaving her dizzy with shame, fear, and pleasure coiling tight, her submission complete as the public world pressed in, threatening to shatter the fragile veil of their filthy encounter.

The blond boy’s fingers dug into Liza’s clit with ruthless circles, the rough pressure sending electric shocks through her core, forcing her body to betray her further. Her asshole clenched around his pistoning cock, the brutal thrusts stretching her raw walls to their limit, each slam igniting fresh waves of pain-laced pleasure. ‘God, why does it feel like this?’ Liza thought, tears mixing with sweat on her flushed cheeks, the age gap between them a filthy undercurrent to her submission.