Mom Cockblocks
Neighborhood MILFs
chapter 5
by
copier
· original author:
fearboy
Mary affectionately stroked her large bust, feeling the tiny boy stuck firmly between the two fleshy mountains. She hadn’t gotten laid in ages, men not interested in women her age with a spare tire. She was a so horny, ready to jump back into her friends with benefits agreement with Paula, but then her favourite little guy confessed his feelings to her. She had wanted to screw the little boy since he reached puberty, but had held back because of her own fear of rejection. It was kind of funny that they both worried about the same thing and it kept them from messing around. But the truth was out and she planned to give James a night he would never forget.
“Hey! Open up! It’s me!”
The loud cry was followed by several knocks on her front door. Recognizing the voice, Mary went to see what her best friend wanted. Swinging the front door open, Mary greeted Paula with a smile. “Hey girl, what are you doing over here?” Mary knew the answer to her question after taking one good look at Paula. She had a case f beer in one hand and was swaying on her feet. She had to be looking for a drinking partner after already downing a couple cans. Well, she’d have to look elsewhere because she had plans with a certain handsome young man between her tits right now.
“Listen, usually I’m all in for a drink, but I got myself some plans tonight.”
“Plans that don’t involve your best friend? Come on girl, you know I make everything more fun. Everything,” Paula giggled, more drunk then Mary thought she was. Her free hand went to Mary’s breast, groping the soft mound through her tank top. Mary bit her lip as she was felt up, Paula’s thumb rubbing against her nipple to incite a pleasant response. She wanted some alone time with James, but she couldn’t turn away her friend, not when she was this drunk or horny. Thinking that James might not mind a little longer motor boating her puppies, she wrapped her arm around Paula’s shoulder and led her in. “I could never turn down a friend that brought her own drinks.”
As the women went to the living room to lie down, drink and chat, James tried to call out for help, but the flesh silenced his pathetic cries. The weight of the breasts pressed together around him, crushing his entire body, but were soft enough that the pressure wasn’t unbearable. He could only hear Mary’s heartbeat and her booming voice above him; everything else was muffled. He could tell what was going on by guessing, Mary could only be talking to one person, the one person that visited her. James had never been so grateful for his mom's constant drinking problem then he did at this moment. No way was Mary going to have her way with him with his mom here, he was safe, for now.
“So did the kid find whatever it was that you lost behind the fridge?” Paula asked as she sat down comfortably beside her best friend, her feet on the coffee table and a beer in her hand. Mary was doing the same, her hand trailing against her chest as she kept thinking about her little lover boy tucked away. “Yeah, sure,” she said absentmindedly, grabbing her own beer and taking several big gulps. She finished it quickly, going onto her second.
“Finding crap in tight places is pretty much all he’s good for. I asked him to do the laundry yesterday and he got tangled up in my panties. I had half a mind to put them on with him stuck inside them, show the kid what lazing about costs you.”
“I don’t know Paula, I can think of ways a boy who can who can fit into tight places can be very useful to a single woman,” Mary suggestively said, her mind focused on that very thing right now. She kept drinking her beer, her inhibition weakening as she got loaded.
“Oh I know what you mean,” Paula nudged Mary’s side with her elbow, chuckling to herself. “When my vibrator dies all I can think about is the small, very adaptable sex toy I have sleeping in the other room.”
“Please tell me you didn’t do anything,” Mary laughed herself, onto beer four already. She had no problem if James had some taboo fun going on with his mom. Who was she to judge? You got to take what you can get, even if it is your kin. The only thing that would upset her was if Paula was keeping this juicy story to herself.
“Nah! No way! I mean I've thought about it a lot, but that’s it. If I did it, what would people think about me?”
“They already think you’re a fat, slob so screw them! Screw what society thinks. Your son’s the size of a tampon; you can do whatever you want. If he was my kid, I’d make this his new home!” Mary gave her potbelly a hard slap, it jiggled around for several seconds before settling down.
“You’re going to send him to your stomach?” Paula cackled, not disturbed at all by that idea. A lot of things had vanished into that huge gut, why not her son? It would be kind of fun to touch Mary’s belly and feel her son squirming around inside, unable to escape from her deadly insides. It would make him appreciate her approach to mothering a lot more.
“I meant my womb! I’d stick him up my pussy so far he’d get to my womb. Why would I eat my own kid, dummy?” Mary was five or six beers in and feeling buzzed. Jason wasn’t squirming around in her cleavage, but she could still feel him lodged between her tits. Right now she wanted to pull him out and start making out with him, but she was so drunk right now she’d probably swallow James if she tried to French kiss the tiny boy. Eating James, that might actually be kind of fun. She loved stuffing her self with unhealthy food and a fully grown three-inch teen had to have a lot of calories. Maybe she’d try it, just for kicks. The night was young and she was feeling wild.
“Hey! Open up! It’s me!”
The loud cry was followed by several knocks on her front door. Recognizing the voice, Mary went to see what her best friend wanted. Swinging the front door open, Mary greeted Paula with a smile. “Hey girl, what are you doing over here?” Mary knew the answer to her question after taking one good look at Paula. She had a case f beer in one hand and was swaying on her feet. She had to be looking for a drinking partner after already downing a couple cans. Well, she’d have to look elsewhere because she had plans with a certain handsome young man between her tits right now.
“Listen, usually I’m all in for a drink, but I got myself some plans tonight.”
“Plans that don’t involve your best friend? Come on girl, you know I make everything more fun. Everything,” Paula giggled, more drunk then Mary thought she was. Her free hand went to Mary’s breast, groping the soft mound through her tank top. Mary bit her lip as she was felt up, Paula’s thumb rubbing against her nipple to incite a pleasant response. She wanted some alone time with James, but she couldn’t turn away her friend, not when she was this drunk or horny. Thinking that James might not mind a little longer motor boating her puppies, she wrapped her arm around Paula’s shoulder and led her in. “I could never turn down a friend that brought her own drinks.”
As the women went to the living room to lie down, drink and chat, James tried to call out for help, but the flesh silenced his pathetic cries. The weight of the breasts pressed together around him, crushing his entire body, but were soft enough that the pressure wasn’t unbearable. He could only hear Mary’s heartbeat and her booming voice above him; everything else was muffled. He could tell what was going on by guessing, Mary could only be talking to one person, the one person that visited her. James had never been so grateful for his mom's constant drinking problem then he did at this moment. No way was Mary going to have her way with him with his mom here, he was safe, for now.
“So did the kid find whatever it was that you lost behind the fridge?” Paula asked as she sat down comfortably beside her best friend, her feet on the coffee table and a beer in her hand. Mary was doing the same, her hand trailing against her chest as she kept thinking about her little lover boy tucked away. “Yeah, sure,” she said absentmindedly, grabbing her own beer and taking several big gulps. She finished it quickly, going onto her second.
“Finding crap in tight places is pretty much all he’s good for. I asked him to do the laundry yesterday and he got tangled up in my panties. I had half a mind to put them on with him stuck inside them, show the kid what lazing about costs you.”
“I don’t know Paula, I can think of ways a boy who can who can fit into tight places can be very useful to a single woman,” Mary suggestively said, her mind focused on that very thing right now. She kept drinking her beer, her inhibition weakening as she got loaded.
“Oh I know what you mean,” Paula nudged Mary’s side with her elbow, chuckling to herself. “When my vibrator dies all I can think about is the small, very adaptable sex toy I have sleeping in the other room.”
“Please tell me you didn’t do anything,” Mary laughed herself, onto beer four already. She had no problem if James had some taboo fun going on with his mom. Who was she to judge? You got to take what you can get, even if it is your kin. The only thing that would upset her was if Paula was keeping this juicy story to herself.
“Nah! No way! I mean I've thought about it a lot, but that’s it. If I did it, what would people think about me?”
“They already think you’re a fat, slob so screw them! Screw what society thinks. Your son’s the size of a tampon; you can do whatever you want. If he was my kid, I’d make this his new home!” Mary gave her potbelly a hard slap, it jiggled around for several seconds before settling down.
“You’re going to send him to your stomach?” Paula cackled, not disturbed at all by that idea. A lot of things had vanished into that huge gut, why not her son? It would be kind of fun to touch Mary’s belly and feel her son squirming around inside, unable to escape from her deadly insides. It would make him appreciate her approach to mothering a lot more.
“I meant my womb! I’d stick him up my pussy so far he’d get to my womb. Why would I eat my own kid, dummy?” Mary was five or six beers in and feeling buzzed. Jason wasn’t squirming around in her cleavage, but she could still feel him lodged between her tits. Right now she wanted to pull him out and start making out with him, but she was so drunk right now she’d probably swallow James if she tried to French kiss the tiny boy. Eating James, that might actually be kind of fun. She loved stuffing her self with unhealthy food and a fully grown three-inch teen had to have a lot of calories. Maybe she’d try it, just for kicks. The night was young and she was feeling wild.
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