Not Safe, Just Screwed
Neighborhood MILFs
chapter 6
by
copier
· original author:
fearboy
As the night continued, James remained still inside the suffocating prison of soft flesh. He wasn’t struggling, but was far from giving up. He ignored the conversation going on outside, trying to rack his brain for a way out of his current predicament. He had always been good at getting out of tight spots, his mom had been right about that at least. He couldn’t push the breasts apart to get out and they were pressing too tightly for him to simply slide down between them. He needed a way out fast before his mom left and he was stuck with a very horny and drunk Mary.
It wasn’t until trickle of Mary's sweat ran down him that t it hit him. With a groan of disgust at what he had to do, he started to rub himself into the billowy, damp flesh. Foul, stinking sweat soaked his body quickly, coating him head to toe. He was going to have to throw away his clothes and wash himself for hours after this, but he was greased up enough in Mary’s sweat to squeeze himself out to freedom.
“Naughty boy,” Mary giggled as she finished the last beer. She was wasted, losing count of the number of beers she drank with Paula. She was still coherent enough to remember she had her little lover boy tucked away between her boobs. She could feel him squirming like crazy, probably enjoying the soft, haven she had put him in. Moaning, she rubbed her nipples through her flimsy top.
“You leaving me out again, girl? You’re not the only one that’s horny here,” Paula spoke up, turning her drunken heavy bulk towards her friend and grabbing her. Mary let Paula push her down on the couch, their potbelly’s rubbing together as Paula wriggled clumsily on top of the other woman. Mary stared up at her friend with a seductive smirk, loving how eager she was to get to business. Grabbing the bottom of her shirt, Paula lifted it up over her head, her big, heavy breasts flopping out as she removed her top. She was about to help Mary get her top off and then those skinny jeans when a tiny, red face popped out of her cleavage.
“What the fuck?” Paula stared at her son as he panted and gasped for air as he slowly squirmed his wet body out from between Mary’s breasts. He pried his way out from them, tumbling just below her neck where he laid there until he was roughly grabbed by chubby fingers.
“What are you doing here? I’m the only one that gets to play with Mary’s tit, ya bastard.” James gagged as he was brought inches from Paula’s mouth, her rancid, alcohol reeked breath making his eyes water. Mary just laughed beneath Paula, enjoying the mother/son reunion.
“Your tiny darlin told me that he loves me and wants some of my fine ass. I was just about to rock his little world when you showed up. Hope you don’t mind, him being your son and all.”
“No…Not what happened…” James croaked out, needing to explain this before it went any further. Like the rest of his life, he was ignored by his mom.
“No way! I love you Mary, you’re my best friend in the whole wide world. What’s mine is yours. You want to screw James, go right ahead, time someone made him a man,” Paula laughed, still on top of her friend and clutching her son, giving no heed to the look of horror on his face. He tried to speak up, get her attention, but he was silenced as he was brought back to her mouth, big globs of saliva hitting him as Paula drunkenly spoke to him. “You got good taste kid, Mary is a hellcat in the sack. I should know, I fuck her enough. She’s got a really talented tongue, the way she moves and twists it has made me squeal many a time. You want to show him a demonstration of your oral skills?”
“I’d love to,” Mary panted, turned on so much by how this had gone down. Her best friend and fuck buddy was going to place her own son on her tongue so she could tongue fuck his puny body. She hadn’t done anything this hot since she teamed up with her sister back south to make that movie for her porno film maker she was banging. She wished she had a camera set up right now so she could realize this memory.
James gave a high-pitched squeak as he was dangled in front of Mary’s open mouth. Her fat pink tongue rolled out of her mouth, dangling beneath James as she closed her eyes and waited for the tasty morsel. The one thing he wanted to avoid was happening; he was heading back into Mary’s disgusting, wet mouth. She promised pleasure, but when he stared past her twitching tongue at the drop at the back of her mouth leading to her throat, he just saw death.
It wasn’t until trickle of Mary's sweat ran down him that t it hit him. With a groan of disgust at what he had to do, he started to rub himself into the billowy, damp flesh. Foul, stinking sweat soaked his body quickly, coating him head to toe. He was going to have to throw away his clothes and wash himself for hours after this, but he was greased up enough in Mary’s sweat to squeeze himself out to freedom.
“Naughty boy,” Mary giggled as she finished the last beer. She was wasted, losing count of the number of beers she drank with Paula. She was still coherent enough to remember she had her little lover boy tucked away between her boobs. She could feel him squirming like crazy, probably enjoying the soft, haven she had put him in. Moaning, she rubbed her nipples through her flimsy top.
“You leaving me out again, girl? You’re not the only one that’s horny here,” Paula spoke up, turning her drunken heavy bulk towards her friend and grabbing her. Mary let Paula push her down on the couch, their potbelly’s rubbing together as Paula wriggled clumsily on top of the other woman. Mary stared up at her friend with a seductive smirk, loving how eager she was to get to business. Grabbing the bottom of her shirt, Paula lifted it up over her head, her big, heavy breasts flopping out as she removed her top. She was about to help Mary get her top off and then those skinny jeans when a tiny, red face popped out of her cleavage.
“What the fuck?” Paula stared at her son as he panted and gasped for air as he slowly squirmed his wet body out from between Mary’s breasts. He pried his way out from them, tumbling just below her neck where he laid there until he was roughly grabbed by chubby fingers.
“What are you doing here? I’m the only one that gets to play with Mary’s tit, ya bastard.” James gagged as he was brought inches from Paula’s mouth, her rancid, alcohol reeked breath making his eyes water. Mary just laughed beneath Paula, enjoying the mother/son reunion.
“Your tiny darlin told me that he loves me and wants some of my fine ass. I was just about to rock his little world when you showed up. Hope you don’t mind, him being your son and all.”
“No…Not what happened…” James croaked out, needing to explain this before it went any further. Like the rest of his life, he was ignored by his mom.
“No way! I love you Mary, you’re my best friend in the whole wide world. What’s mine is yours. You want to screw James, go right ahead, time someone made him a man,” Paula laughed, still on top of her friend and clutching her son, giving no heed to the look of horror on his face. He tried to speak up, get her attention, but he was silenced as he was brought back to her mouth, big globs of saliva hitting him as Paula drunkenly spoke to him. “You got good taste kid, Mary is a hellcat in the sack. I should know, I fuck her enough. She’s got a really talented tongue, the way she moves and twists it has made me squeal many a time. You want to show him a demonstration of your oral skills?”
“I’d love to,” Mary panted, turned on so much by how this had gone down. Her best friend and fuck buddy was going to place her own son on her tongue so she could tongue fuck his puny body. She hadn’t done anything this hot since she teamed up with her sister back south to make that movie for her porno film maker she was banging. She wished she had a camera set up right now so she could realize this memory.
James gave a high-pitched squeak as he was dangled in front of Mary’s open mouth. Her fat pink tongue rolled out of her mouth, dangling beneath James as she closed her eyes and waited for the tasty morsel. The one thing he wanted to avoid was happening; he was heading back into Mary’s disgusting, wet mouth. She promised pleasure, but when he stared past her twitching tongue at the drop at the back of her mouth leading to her throat, he just saw death.
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