He would risk it and go to Mary’s house
Neighborhood MILFs
chapter 9
by
copier
· original author:
some_dude_guy
James sprints away from his mom’s house before she sees him and decides to eat him anyway.
His head is spinning and he’s having trouble thinking of options. He can’t just sleep on the streets. He can’t go back home. Where can he go? Maybe there’s Angie down the street, but she’s always looked at him funny and is high more often than not these days. The only other name James can think of is the person whose house he only just now realizes he’s been running towards this hole time is … Mary.
Mary is already sitting on the porch, taking a lazy drag of a cigarette and talking on her phone. She waves to James and beckons him closer, and against his better judgment he obeys.
“Wow, yeah, Paula, that’s rough,” Mary says into her phone, trying to sound sincere but barely suppressing a smile. Her portly body shakes and jiggles with her stifled laughter. Her belly pokes out far beyond the bottom of her crop top. Her sizeable and shapely ass are spilling out the tops and bottoms of her boyfriend shorts. Her smile is genuine and James can’t help but notice how big and white her teeth are today. “Yeah, yeah I know, totally uncalled for. Well, look, I’ll keep an eye out for him, don’t you worry. Bye, babe. Love you too.”
Mary hangs up her phone and pats the arm rest of her deck chair. She extinguishes her cigarette and flicks it into the trash. As James gets closer, Mary addresses him.
“Wowee, Jimmy-boy,” Mary laughs, the sweetness of whatever she’s been drinking gently wafting into James’ nostrils. “You’ve had a day, huh?”
James stops short of her chair, hesitating. Mary just grabs him and brings him closer, ignoring his yelp of protest.
“Ha! Still got it!” she says, grinning ear to ear. “You know, I was so pissed you didn’t want to come over here to spend some time with Aunt Mary, but then you mom called and it sounds like some heavy shit happened to you today, want to talk about it?”
James can’t exactly leave right now, so he answers. He tells Mary about Paula, about the rat, about how his own mom put him in her mouth and almost ate him. He leaves out how he decided not to come over to Mary’s house; he hopes she’ll just assume his mom trying to devour him will “flavor” the story.
Mary laughs again, shakes her head, rolls her eyes a little bit. “Oh, wow, that’s heavy,” she tells him. “Yeah, I guess you had to find out sooner or later what your mom and I like to do with tasty little critters.” She gives him a wink, blows him a little kiss, and licks her lips. James instantly regrets coming here.
“I guess,” James says. “I just didn’t want to find out that way.”
“That’s fair,” Mary says. “But I’m not sure there’s a good way to find out when you’re this size, is there?”
James nods.
“Well you don’t have to worry about me,” Mary says, holding James inadvisably close to her mouth. “You’re safe with Aunt Mary. I’m a lot better at eating little snacks like you than your mom is, anyway.”
James realizes what Mary just said, thinks for a moment, then decides to rise to the bait. “Snacks like me?” he asks.
“Oops,” Mary says in an I-know-what-I-said kind of way. “Well… yes. Just going by size if nothing else. But you also have to admit, it would be fun to try. I know you don’t believe me when I say I can make it safe, but I can make it safe.”
Mary’s stomach rumbles. James is aware of how helpless he is and how able and willing Mary is to eat him now. When she gets up, walks inside, and locks the door behind her, James has a feeling he might not ever leave this house.
“But it’s your call,” Mary says, setting James down on a table. “You’ve had a rough couple of days, and even though you would make a delicious snack for me, you ain’t no mouse. You’ve got rights. Some of them anyway. So right now I’ll give you a choice: either we can see how much you’ll like it when I eat you, or you can help me clean out under the fridge because I actually do need some help with that, or maybe we could even just go to my bedroom and fuck—don’t give me that look, we both know you’ve been wanting a piece of this ass for a few years now. So what do you think?”
James chooses …
His head is spinning and he’s having trouble thinking of options. He can’t just sleep on the streets. He can’t go back home. Where can he go? Maybe there’s Angie down the street, but she’s always looked at him funny and is high more often than not these days. The only other name James can think of is the person whose house he only just now realizes he’s been running towards this hole time is … Mary.
Mary is already sitting on the porch, taking a lazy drag of a cigarette and talking on her phone. She waves to James and beckons him closer, and against his better judgment he obeys.
“Wow, yeah, Paula, that’s rough,” Mary says into her phone, trying to sound sincere but barely suppressing a smile. Her portly body shakes and jiggles with her stifled laughter. Her belly pokes out far beyond the bottom of her crop top. Her sizeable and shapely ass are spilling out the tops and bottoms of her boyfriend shorts. Her smile is genuine and James can’t help but notice how big and white her teeth are today. “Yeah, yeah I know, totally uncalled for. Well, look, I’ll keep an eye out for him, don’t you worry. Bye, babe. Love you too.”
Mary hangs up her phone and pats the arm rest of her deck chair. She extinguishes her cigarette and flicks it into the trash. As James gets closer, Mary addresses him.
“Wowee, Jimmy-boy,” Mary laughs, the sweetness of whatever she’s been drinking gently wafting into James’ nostrils. “You’ve had a day, huh?”
James stops short of her chair, hesitating. Mary just grabs him and brings him closer, ignoring his yelp of protest.
“Ha! Still got it!” she says, grinning ear to ear. “You know, I was so pissed you didn’t want to come over here to spend some time with Aunt Mary, but then you mom called and it sounds like some heavy shit happened to you today, want to talk about it?”
James can’t exactly leave right now, so he answers. He tells Mary about Paula, about the rat, about how his own mom put him in her mouth and almost ate him. He leaves out how he decided not to come over to Mary’s house; he hopes she’ll just assume his mom trying to devour him will “flavor” the story.
Mary laughs again, shakes her head, rolls her eyes a little bit. “Oh, wow, that’s heavy,” she tells him. “Yeah, I guess you had to find out sooner or later what your mom and I like to do with tasty little critters.” She gives him a wink, blows him a little kiss, and licks her lips. James instantly regrets coming here.
“I guess,” James says. “I just didn’t want to find out that way.”
“That’s fair,” Mary says. “But I’m not sure there’s a good way to find out when you’re this size, is there?”
James nods.
“Well you don’t have to worry about me,” Mary says, holding James inadvisably close to her mouth. “You’re safe with Aunt Mary. I’m a lot better at eating little snacks like you than your mom is, anyway.”
James realizes what Mary just said, thinks for a moment, then decides to rise to the bait. “Snacks like me?” he asks.
“Oops,” Mary says in an I-know-what-I-said kind of way. “Well… yes. Just going by size if nothing else. But you also have to admit, it would be fun to try. I know you don’t believe me when I say I can make it safe, but I can make it safe.”
Mary’s stomach rumbles. James is aware of how helpless he is and how able and willing Mary is to eat him now. When she gets up, walks inside, and locks the door behind her, James has a feeling he might not ever leave this house.
“But it’s your call,” Mary says, setting James down on a table. “You’ve had a rough couple of days, and even though you would make a delicious snack for me, you ain’t no mouse. You’ve got rights. Some of them anyway. So right now I’ll give you a choice: either we can see how much you’ll like it when I eat you, or you can help me clean out under the fridge because I actually do need some help with that, or maybe we could even just go to my bedroom and fuck—don’t give me that look, we both know you’ve been wanting a piece of this ass for a few years now. So what do you think?”
James chooses …
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