Pet Store Dinner Date
Neighborhood MILFs
chapter 6
by
copier
· original author:
lacroix
As Paula towered over James, he could not see that her stomach was twitching and shaking subtly. His mother had implied that she’d eaten other mice today (promising the escaped mouse a “family reunion”) and now he saw the proof. Despite having swallowed some amount of mice, her stomach growled angrily, which was accompanied by an angry glower on his mother’s face. Gradually, the angry expression gave way to a thoughtful one, and then her lips spread into a grin. He weren’t sure you liked that grin; there was definitely something menacing – and hungry – lurking behind it.
“You know,” his seemingly giant mother began, “I’ve got a good idea. How’s about you go on a dinner date with me since you just robbed me of my chance to eat for free? What’d you saw we drive over to Pet Potpourri and you help me pick out a replacement or ten? I usually like getting scrounge around the house for my food, but sometimes I go there and treat myself.”
She patted her globular gut; it was a booming sound for James. She then leaned over so her mouth was nearly level with him, “That is, unless you want me to find something that’s about the size of that mouse to munch on?” She licked her spit-splattered lips.
That was clearly a threat, but looking at his massive mother James could tell it wasn’t just meant to scare him. She wanted to eat him. Really wanted to. James worried she might do it whether he agreed to help her or not, so he wanted to give himself the best chances possible.
“Uh, yeah. Sure, mom. Of course.”
“Wonderful. I’ve always wanted to have my little boy help feed me. Me and Mary feed each other every now and then – we first bonded over this kind of thing, you know or maybe don’t know – but ever since you grew into such a deliciously sexy man, I’ve wanted you to join me.” Her stomach gurgled after the word “join.” That made him shiver.
“I – I,” James stuttered. His mother had been making advances on him (and even succeeding sometimes when his will was weak) for a couple years now. That didn’t unsettle him. Her clear desire to eat living things – James included – unsettled him a great deal. “I’d love to, m-mom,” James finally managed to spit out.
“Wonderful!” Paula said, scooping him up. “It’s a date, little man.” She brought James to her lips and he yelled in terror. However, instead of opening her mouth to swallow him, she pursed her lips and kissed him. Her lips were big enough to cover his head and then some, and she snaked her tongue out and ran it in a circle across his face. James’ flavor made her moan in pleasure.
Much to his relief, she pulled him away back from the kiss and dropped him into her cleavage. “You’re lucky I’m in the mood for a date, baby. ‘Cause I’m sure I’d love to slide you down inside me.”
James knew he was far from safe, but he’d clearly dodged the danger for the moment. He rode between his mother’s massive mammaries, which bounced as she walked. James could still faintly hear (seemingly contented) blurbling noises rising up from her fat middle. He were just glad he wasn’t hearing it from the inside.
Paula got in the car and drove to Pet Potpourri. As she drove, she occasionally swallowed saliva, and James could see her throat ripple above him each time. By the time she pulled up at the store, her stomach had begun to faintly call out for food once more, but it was far from roaring with hunger just yet.
Pet Potpourri was a local store, but its size rivaled that of the “big box” pet store chains. The owner carefully curated a variety of pets, and various pet housings took up the majority of the store. The store’s large sign featured a line of larger and larger animals moving toward a human shape that was kneeling down, hand extended, and head slightly bent. Peering out over his mother’s top, James current situation made him think that the sign seemed kind of like a human reaching out to grab the animals that were coming towards it, with its head bent down to shove them straight in.
The glass doors slid open and Paula stepped inside. “Hide down low, baby,” James’ mother whispered to him. “Just let momma’s boobs massage you while we look at the menu and order my food.” She chuckled a little. “Now where do we begin? I’ve had my fill of mice for the moment, though maybe some other rodent will do. But no sense limiting my options when a sweet man is taking me out to eat. Treat me real nice and I just might give you some action once we get back home.”
James had occasionally given in and even enjoyed sex with his mother, but enjoying sex with her was the last thing on his mind now.
What section does Paula go to first?
“You know,” his seemingly giant mother began, “I’ve got a good idea. How’s about you go on a dinner date with me since you just robbed me of my chance to eat for free? What’d you saw we drive over to Pet Potpourri and you help me pick out a replacement or ten? I usually like getting scrounge around the house for my food, but sometimes I go there and treat myself.”
She patted her globular gut; it was a booming sound for James. She then leaned over so her mouth was nearly level with him, “That is, unless you want me to find something that’s about the size of that mouse to munch on?” She licked her spit-splattered lips.
That was clearly a threat, but looking at his massive mother James could tell it wasn’t just meant to scare him. She wanted to eat him. Really wanted to. James worried she might do it whether he agreed to help her or not, so he wanted to give himself the best chances possible.
“Uh, yeah. Sure, mom. Of course.”
“Wonderful. I’ve always wanted to have my little boy help feed me. Me and Mary feed each other every now and then – we first bonded over this kind of thing, you know or maybe don’t know – but ever since you grew into such a deliciously sexy man, I’ve wanted you to join me.” Her stomach gurgled after the word “join.” That made him shiver.
“I – I,” James stuttered. His mother had been making advances on him (and even succeeding sometimes when his will was weak) for a couple years now. That didn’t unsettle him. Her clear desire to eat living things – James included – unsettled him a great deal. “I’d love to, m-mom,” James finally managed to spit out.
“Wonderful!” Paula said, scooping him up. “It’s a date, little man.” She brought James to her lips and he yelled in terror. However, instead of opening her mouth to swallow him, she pursed her lips and kissed him. Her lips were big enough to cover his head and then some, and she snaked her tongue out and ran it in a circle across his face. James’ flavor made her moan in pleasure.
Much to his relief, she pulled him away back from the kiss and dropped him into her cleavage. “You’re lucky I’m in the mood for a date, baby. ‘Cause I’m sure I’d love to slide you down inside me.”
James knew he was far from safe, but he’d clearly dodged the danger for the moment. He rode between his mother’s massive mammaries, which bounced as she walked. James could still faintly hear (seemingly contented) blurbling noises rising up from her fat middle. He were just glad he wasn’t hearing it from the inside.
Paula got in the car and drove to Pet Potpourri. As she drove, she occasionally swallowed saliva, and James could see her throat ripple above him each time. By the time she pulled up at the store, her stomach had begun to faintly call out for food once more, but it was far from roaring with hunger just yet.
Pet Potpourri was a local store, but its size rivaled that of the “big box” pet store chains. The owner carefully curated a variety of pets, and various pet housings took up the majority of the store. The store’s large sign featured a line of larger and larger animals moving toward a human shape that was kneeling down, hand extended, and head slightly bent. Peering out over his mother’s top, James current situation made him think that the sign seemed kind of like a human reaching out to grab the animals that were coming towards it, with its head bent down to shove them straight in.
The glass doors slid open and Paula stepped inside. “Hide down low, baby,” James’ mother whispered to him. “Just let momma’s boobs massage you while we look at the menu and order my food.” She chuckled a little. “Now where do we begin? I’ve had my fill of mice for the moment, though maybe some other rodent will do. But no sense limiting my options when a sweet man is taking me out to eat. Treat me real nice and I just might give you some action once we get back home.”
James had occasionally given in and even enjoyed sex with his mother, but enjoying sex with her was the last thing on his mind now.
What section does Paula go to first?
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