End Of The Day
Neighborhood MILFs
chapter 14
by
copier
· original author:
latergator
Whatever James was about to say fell off into silence as he noticed the sun setting outside through the window. His mood dropped almost immediately, and a short, low sigh escaped him.
“Sorry, Angie. I didn’t know it was so late already. I better get home, or my mom will be pissed.”
Angie’s smile deflated at his words, but only by a barely noticeable amount, leaving a smile that was still warm and friendly. “That’s alright, sweetie.” She said softly. She held out her arms to him, beckoning him into a hug. “Come here.” James was quick to accept the grateful embrace, feeling her supple body mold around his own once more as their arms wrapped around each other, and he held her too with equal gratefulness.
“Remember not to tell your mother about what we did today. About the whole “pill” thing.” Angie whispered into his ear. “And James… sweetie, you don’t have to be medicine for little old me. Just you coming over and helping out around the house is more than enough.”
“I… know, Angie.” James whispered back. “It’s just I can’t stand to see you like this. You don’t deserve it. You don’t deserve to be in such pain, even for a day, let alone a whole week. I’m more than willing to come over every day this week to help you out physically, but…”
As the pair’s hug slowly broke apart and they discounted from each other, James glanced down at the flabby potbelly of his beloved neighbor. The globe of fat he had entered into as a pill, struggled against as a growing human boy, and had been ejected from as a cherry all in one day. The globe that, if his body hadn’t reversed this transformation in a bid to save him, would’ve digested him, and sent him on deeper, either through Angie’s intestines or into her veins. The globe he had almost been crushed to death inside of.
Yet, the sight of it now only hardened his resolve.
“But… if I can get rid of that pain with my powers, by becoming medicine for you, I’ll do it. Even if that means me... digesting in there. I’ll do anything I can to help you, Angie. You mean so much to me.”
For a moment, Angie’s expression was that of shock, her eyes wide, her lips slightly a gap. When that moment passed, her features softened. Her lips closed into a small, then a wide smile, and her eyes, back to their regular size, glistened, as if tears of joy could leak from them at any time.
“Oh, my hero.” She cooed with utmost admiration as reached out to took James’ face in her hands, her overflowing feeling of gratitude towards the teen smothering down the pain emitting her back. He offered up no resistance at all as she gently pulled him closer and closer… until their lips met.
James felt his heart nearly rocket from his chest at the sensation of Angie’s warm, luscious lips pressing firmly against his own. His eyes, briefly wide, fluttered shut as he allowed this heavenly experience to dominate his mind, pushing everything else from his cranium out with utter ease. It reminded him, in a way, of the two hugs they had shared today; how her supple flesh had molded itself around him as they had embraced one another. This kiss wasn’t that different, with the supple flesh of his beautiful neighbor’s lips molding themselves over his own, and with the redness it brought flooding into his cheeks. He wished he knew what he could do to make it just as good for Angie, but being more inexperienced in the realm of lip-locking than he’d like to be, he was uncertain, and a little scared that he’d only end up ruining this wonderful moment all together. So he let Angie take the lead, and simply focused on enjoying this moment to the fullest.
Sadly, the kiss came to an end far, far, far too soon for James’ liking. He felt Angie slowly pull back, breaking the contact shared between them, and leaving the boy suddenly feeling so lost and cold. His eyes crawled open to see Angie staring back at him, her lonely lips curled in a warm smile.
“What did I do to deserve such an amazing pal like you, James?” She asked, her question sounding just as much for herself than for him.
“I take it you’ll be coming back around tomorrow?” She asked him, yet already knew the answer.
Her neighbor buddy took a little bit to gather his response, his mind quite clearly still recovering from the kiss. When it finally came, it manifested in the form of multiple, weak nods of his head.
Angie giggled, finding his daze adorable. “Then we’ll get the chores done first. After that, if you’re still up for it, we’ll get back to your ‘training.’ And when – and if, sweetie, – you’re ready…”
Looking him dead in the eyes, she slowly licked her lips in a teasing manner. “I’ll swallow you, my little hero. Like a big, fat dragon swallowing up a cute, valiant knight. Gulp!” For extra measure, she took a roll of her belly fat in hand and shook it up and down. “And I’ll slosh you around extra thoroughly, until your aaaaalll settled into me. Sound good?”
“Sounds… great, Angie…” Said James in a breathless whisper, still red and rocked by the smooch, but also flustered by the teasing. It earned another happy giggle from Angie.
There schedule for the next day settled, James took the time to help Angie get ready for the night before he made his leave: he gathered up her finished laundry in it’s basket and delivered it to her bedroom, he washed the dishes that had accumulated in the sink throughout the day, and finally he closed the curtains in each room. He had also wanted to help Angie get to her bedroom, but the milf had forced herself to her feet and assured him that she could manage – a not-so reassuring grimace on her face. James didn’t like it, but he could sense that Angie was one-hundred-and-ten percent set in this, and no amount of pleading would change that, so he let her have it. She watched from the hall as he opened her front door and stepped into the darkening world outside, and after exchanging gentle waves goodbye and courtesy wishes of a goodnight, he closed the door behind him.
The summer night air brought with it a bittersweet coolness. It was definitely pleasant on his skin, but part of him missed the warmth. Of Angie’s hug, her house, her mouth… or her stomach? He couldn’t quite tell…
When he arrived home, the first thing that struck him, besides the familiar, putrid reek of alcohol he could never seem to get used to, was the loud snoring emanating from the living room. Seems Paula had drunken herself to slumber… once again.
Good, James thought as he shut the door carefully behind him, treating it like a bomb that could go off at the slightest wrong move – because waking his mother was absolutely akin to an explosion for the teen. Thankfully, the faint click of the door was drowned beneath her thunderous snores, as were his delicate steps as he made his way up the stairs, and as was the tactful opening and closing of his bedroom door. He didn’t take any chances once the door was shut either, removing his clothes and slipping into his bed as silently as possible.
His last thought before he drifted off into sleep was how he couldn’t wait to get back to Angie tomorrow…
---
The next morning, after the brief wake-up haze had worn itself off, James moved with vigor and a sense of purpose. He flung off the covers, hopped out of bed, marched across to his clothes, got himself dressed, and gave his body a quick spray-down with his favorite deodorant – all in record time. For he had a job of great importance to get to, and he wasn’t about to let such simple things delay him from it.
Closing his bedroom door behind him, the teen spared not a moment to listen for any signs of his mother. Figuring he could leave before she could stop him if he moved fast enough, he blitzed down the stairs, jumped the final step to land right at the front door, seized the handle with lightning speed, tugged the door open, and…
“Sorry, Angie. I didn’t know it was so late already. I better get home, or my mom will be pissed.”
Angie’s smile deflated at his words, but only by a barely noticeable amount, leaving a smile that was still warm and friendly. “That’s alright, sweetie.” She said softly. She held out her arms to him, beckoning him into a hug. “Come here.” James was quick to accept the grateful embrace, feeling her supple body mold around his own once more as their arms wrapped around each other, and he held her too with equal gratefulness.
“Remember not to tell your mother about what we did today. About the whole “pill” thing.” Angie whispered into his ear. “And James… sweetie, you don’t have to be medicine for little old me. Just you coming over and helping out around the house is more than enough.”
“I… know, Angie.” James whispered back. “It’s just I can’t stand to see you like this. You don’t deserve it. You don’t deserve to be in such pain, even for a day, let alone a whole week. I’m more than willing to come over every day this week to help you out physically, but…”
As the pair’s hug slowly broke apart and they discounted from each other, James glanced down at the flabby potbelly of his beloved neighbor. The globe of fat he had entered into as a pill, struggled against as a growing human boy, and had been ejected from as a cherry all in one day. The globe that, if his body hadn’t reversed this transformation in a bid to save him, would’ve digested him, and sent him on deeper, either through Angie’s intestines or into her veins. The globe he had almost been crushed to death inside of.
Yet, the sight of it now only hardened his resolve.
“But… if I can get rid of that pain with my powers, by becoming medicine for you, I’ll do it. Even if that means me... digesting in there. I’ll do anything I can to help you, Angie. You mean so much to me.”
For a moment, Angie’s expression was that of shock, her eyes wide, her lips slightly a gap. When that moment passed, her features softened. Her lips closed into a small, then a wide smile, and her eyes, back to their regular size, glistened, as if tears of joy could leak from them at any time.
“Oh, my hero.” She cooed with utmost admiration as reached out to took James’ face in her hands, her overflowing feeling of gratitude towards the teen smothering down the pain emitting her back. He offered up no resistance at all as she gently pulled him closer and closer… until their lips met.
James felt his heart nearly rocket from his chest at the sensation of Angie’s warm, luscious lips pressing firmly against his own. His eyes, briefly wide, fluttered shut as he allowed this heavenly experience to dominate his mind, pushing everything else from his cranium out with utter ease. It reminded him, in a way, of the two hugs they had shared today; how her supple flesh had molded itself around him as they had embraced one another. This kiss wasn’t that different, with the supple flesh of his beautiful neighbor’s lips molding themselves over his own, and with the redness it brought flooding into his cheeks. He wished he knew what he could do to make it just as good for Angie, but being more inexperienced in the realm of lip-locking than he’d like to be, he was uncertain, and a little scared that he’d only end up ruining this wonderful moment all together. So he let Angie take the lead, and simply focused on enjoying this moment to the fullest.
Sadly, the kiss came to an end far, far, far too soon for James’ liking. He felt Angie slowly pull back, breaking the contact shared between them, and leaving the boy suddenly feeling so lost and cold. His eyes crawled open to see Angie staring back at him, her lonely lips curled in a warm smile.
“What did I do to deserve such an amazing pal like you, James?” She asked, her question sounding just as much for herself than for him.
“I take it you’ll be coming back around tomorrow?” She asked him, yet already knew the answer.
Her neighbor buddy took a little bit to gather his response, his mind quite clearly still recovering from the kiss. When it finally came, it manifested in the form of multiple, weak nods of his head.
Angie giggled, finding his daze adorable. “Then we’ll get the chores done first. After that, if you’re still up for it, we’ll get back to your ‘training.’ And when – and if, sweetie, – you’re ready…”
Looking him dead in the eyes, she slowly licked her lips in a teasing manner. “I’ll swallow you, my little hero. Like a big, fat dragon swallowing up a cute, valiant knight. Gulp!” For extra measure, she took a roll of her belly fat in hand and shook it up and down. “And I’ll slosh you around extra thoroughly, until your aaaaalll settled into me. Sound good?”
“Sounds… great, Angie…” Said James in a breathless whisper, still red and rocked by the smooch, but also flustered by the teasing. It earned another happy giggle from Angie.
There schedule for the next day settled, James took the time to help Angie get ready for the night before he made his leave: he gathered up her finished laundry in it’s basket and delivered it to her bedroom, he washed the dishes that had accumulated in the sink throughout the day, and finally he closed the curtains in each room. He had also wanted to help Angie get to her bedroom, but the milf had forced herself to her feet and assured him that she could manage – a not-so reassuring grimace on her face. James didn’t like it, but he could sense that Angie was one-hundred-and-ten percent set in this, and no amount of pleading would change that, so he let her have it. She watched from the hall as he opened her front door and stepped into the darkening world outside, and after exchanging gentle waves goodbye and courtesy wishes of a goodnight, he closed the door behind him.
The summer night air brought with it a bittersweet coolness. It was definitely pleasant on his skin, but part of him missed the warmth. Of Angie’s hug, her house, her mouth… or her stomach? He couldn’t quite tell…
When he arrived home, the first thing that struck him, besides the familiar, putrid reek of alcohol he could never seem to get used to, was the loud snoring emanating from the living room. Seems Paula had drunken herself to slumber… once again.
Good, James thought as he shut the door carefully behind him, treating it like a bomb that could go off at the slightest wrong move – because waking his mother was absolutely akin to an explosion for the teen. Thankfully, the faint click of the door was drowned beneath her thunderous snores, as were his delicate steps as he made his way up the stairs, and as was the tactful opening and closing of his bedroom door. He didn’t take any chances once the door was shut either, removing his clothes and slipping into his bed as silently as possible.
His last thought before he drifted off into sleep was how he couldn’t wait to get back to Angie tomorrow…
---
The next morning, after the brief wake-up haze had worn itself off, James moved with vigor and a sense of purpose. He flung off the covers, hopped out of bed, marched across to his clothes, got himself dressed, and gave his body a quick spray-down with his favorite deodorant – all in record time. For he had a job of great importance to get to, and he wasn’t about to let such simple things delay him from it.
Closing his bedroom door behind him, the teen spared not a moment to listen for any signs of his mother. Figuring he could leave before she could stop him if he moved fast enough, he blitzed down the stairs, jumped the final step to land right at the front door, seized the handle with lightning speed, tugged the door open, and…
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