A Shower With Karen
Neighborhood MILFs
chapter 12
by
copier
· original author:
latergator
James spent the entirety of Karen’s walk home wrecked by an entourage of feelings at his bouncy fate, the sounds of her footsteps and her happy, intoxicated hum blending into background noise. Slight horror that he had ended up as breasts, even such soft, supple ones, gripped him – as tight as the bra that hugged his new homes around the milf’s chest. Despair that this could very well be his eternal resting place assaulted him – harsher than the slight jiggles he now experienced with every step the milf took. And guilt that his transformation, meant to help Angie with her pain, had instead been stolen to give Karen nothing more than a temporary high weighed heavily upon him – unbearably so, as he imagined Angie back at her house, searching frantically for her little lost pill, her back aching all the while.
He internally bemoaned how it had all gone wrong. It was Angie who’s throat he was supposed to have slid down, Angie who’s stomach he was supposed to have digested in, and Angie who’s breasts he should’ve been an indistinguishable part of now, while she enjoyed a reprieve from her discomfort. He was supposed to be Angie’s hero, and, at least for a time, an inhabitant of her gorgeous temple of a body. Just like in a number of his fantasies. Then he’d get out… somehow. He’s sure a way would reveal itself. But it was Angie he was meant to be inside of; not his mother or Karen.
Still, he figured he should probably count it a small blessing that it was Karen who had taken him and not his mother. He hadn’t had many encounters with Karen, but she at least seemed nicer than Paula, recalling the time she went out of her way to cook him supper after his mother had fallen into a drunken early sleep. All he had to do was wait until he presumably – and begrudgingly hopefully – exited her via the “water-shoot” or the “backdoor.”
He heard the sound of metal chinking together as Karen came to stop. Through the fabric in front of him, he could see her pulling out a small ring of keys, followed by her inserting one into the keyhole and turning it. A click came as the lock unlocked, and then she grabbed the handle and pushed the door open. Karen was home, and the light leaking through the fabric around him dimmed somewhat as she entered and shut the door behind her.
There was a loud clanging of metal as he saw her place her keys on a nearby cabinet. “Damn, am I feelin’ gooooood.” James heard her drawl. Seems that devouring him had proved quite rewarding for the milf.
Without warning, his fabric-obscured view was cleared as Karen lifted off her shirt in one clean, quick motion, while at the same time kicking off her shoes. She threw her shirt haphazardly to the ground, before she unbuckled her jeans and allowed them to fall to the floor too, after which she stepped out of them. Now in nothing but her undergarments, the milf sauntered forwards with purpose. With unrestricted vision, James looked up at her attractive face, and saw the elated smile her beautiful lips were curled into. Not a bad view at all.
Karen pushed open a door and entered what James guessed could only be her bathroom. It was a small, white, relatively-clean room with a sink, a toilet, a shower, a towel rack with a few towels hanging, and a few drawers with some hair and body care products poking out of them.
He wasn’t afforded any more time to survey the room, however. There was soft click behind him, and suddenly he flopped downwards and spilled out. Karen had unclipped her bra, before quickly taking it off entirely and casting it aside, leaving her heaving breasts at the mercy of gravity. The hitchhiking boy gasped, the cool air of the bathroom feeling incredible on his unprotected form.
Karen’s panties were next, and as she bent forward and crouched down to tug them off, James was left dangling, both giving him a good look at the gray-tiled floor below as well as further enhancing his stirring pleasure. Finally, her panties were off and shoved to join her bra in a small pile on the floor.
The woman was now standing naked in the bathroom, and James, in a sense, was too, being naught but a part of her bosom. Egged on by his growing bliss and his teenage hormones, he glanced down. Karen’s slightly chubby belly, not fat like Paula’s or Angie’s, was just beneath him, rising and falling alongside him with every breath the milf took. Beneath that was bushy tuft of blond hair surrounding the entrance to her fleshy cavern. James absorbed the sight, and felt himself blush. He almost felt guilty, but, seeing as Karen had eaten him, even unknowingly, he figured it was only a little fair.
So lost in the sight of Karen’s exposed body was James that he somehow missed the milf moving. It was only when a hiss erupted ahead of him that he snapped back to reality. Karen had turned on her shower, and stood with one hand in the oncoming water, waiting for it to warm up to her liking. A few stray droplets hit James, causing the boy to gasp again. It was less the chilliness of the drops that got to him, but more the overwhelming pleasure that shot through him when they made contact with the skin. He had to wonder: would his mind overload and melt when she stepped into the shower and he was hit full-force?
Sooner than he hoped, it was time to find out. With the stream now radiating enough heat to steam up the shower glass, Karen stepped directly into it, and smiled merrily at the refreshing warmth.
Just below her smiling face, the pleasing bombardment shook James to his very soul. He didn’t gasp this time, however.
No; he moaned. Louder than he had ever done. Than he even thought himself possible of. For longer than he had ever thought himself possible of. It was a moan of sheer bliss and absolute delight. Of a man who was experiencing paradise. It permeated his entire being. And in the moment, in the instant, James could only think about how he wouldn’t mind being Karen’s tits forever.
He internally bemoaned how it had all gone wrong. It was Angie who’s throat he was supposed to have slid down, Angie who’s stomach he was supposed to have digested in, and Angie who’s breasts he should’ve been an indistinguishable part of now, while she enjoyed a reprieve from her discomfort. He was supposed to be Angie’s hero, and, at least for a time, an inhabitant of her gorgeous temple of a body. Just like in a number of his fantasies. Then he’d get out… somehow. He’s sure a way would reveal itself. But it was Angie he was meant to be inside of; not his mother or Karen.
Still, he figured he should probably count it a small blessing that it was Karen who had taken him and not his mother. He hadn’t had many encounters with Karen, but she at least seemed nicer than Paula, recalling the time she went out of her way to cook him supper after his mother had fallen into a drunken early sleep. All he had to do was wait until he presumably – and begrudgingly hopefully – exited her via the “water-shoot” or the “backdoor.”
He heard the sound of metal chinking together as Karen came to stop. Through the fabric in front of him, he could see her pulling out a small ring of keys, followed by her inserting one into the keyhole and turning it. A click came as the lock unlocked, and then she grabbed the handle and pushed the door open. Karen was home, and the light leaking through the fabric around him dimmed somewhat as she entered and shut the door behind her.
There was a loud clanging of metal as he saw her place her keys on a nearby cabinet. “Damn, am I feelin’ gooooood.” James heard her drawl. Seems that devouring him had proved quite rewarding for the milf.
Without warning, his fabric-obscured view was cleared as Karen lifted off her shirt in one clean, quick motion, while at the same time kicking off her shoes. She threw her shirt haphazardly to the ground, before she unbuckled her jeans and allowed them to fall to the floor too, after which she stepped out of them. Now in nothing but her undergarments, the milf sauntered forwards with purpose. With unrestricted vision, James looked up at her attractive face, and saw the elated smile her beautiful lips were curled into. Not a bad view at all.
Karen pushed open a door and entered what James guessed could only be her bathroom. It was a small, white, relatively-clean room with a sink, a toilet, a shower, a towel rack with a few towels hanging, and a few drawers with some hair and body care products poking out of them.
He wasn’t afforded any more time to survey the room, however. There was soft click behind him, and suddenly he flopped downwards and spilled out. Karen had unclipped her bra, before quickly taking it off entirely and casting it aside, leaving her heaving breasts at the mercy of gravity. The hitchhiking boy gasped, the cool air of the bathroom feeling incredible on his unprotected form.
Karen’s panties were next, and as she bent forward and crouched down to tug them off, James was left dangling, both giving him a good look at the gray-tiled floor below as well as further enhancing his stirring pleasure. Finally, her panties were off and shoved to join her bra in a small pile on the floor.
The woman was now standing naked in the bathroom, and James, in a sense, was too, being naught but a part of her bosom. Egged on by his growing bliss and his teenage hormones, he glanced down. Karen’s slightly chubby belly, not fat like Paula’s or Angie’s, was just beneath him, rising and falling alongside him with every breath the milf took. Beneath that was bushy tuft of blond hair surrounding the entrance to her fleshy cavern. James absorbed the sight, and felt himself blush. He almost felt guilty, but, seeing as Karen had eaten him, even unknowingly, he figured it was only a little fair.
So lost in the sight of Karen’s exposed body was James that he somehow missed the milf moving. It was only when a hiss erupted ahead of him that he snapped back to reality. Karen had turned on her shower, and stood with one hand in the oncoming water, waiting for it to warm up to her liking. A few stray droplets hit James, causing the boy to gasp again. It was less the chilliness of the drops that got to him, but more the overwhelming pleasure that shot through him when they made contact with the skin. He had to wonder: would his mind overload and melt when she stepped into the shower and he was hit full-force?
Sooner than he hoped, it was time to find out. With the stream now radiating enough heat to steam up the shower glass, Karen stepped directly into it, and smiled merrily at the refreshing warmth.
Just below her smiling face, the pleasing bombardment shook James to his very soul. He didn’t gasp this time, however.
No; he moaned. Louder than he had ever done. Than he even thought himself possible of. For longer than he had ever thought himself possible of. It was a moan of sheer bliss and absolute delight. Of a man who was experiencing paradise. It permeated his entire being. And in the moment, in the instant, James could only think about how he wouldn’t mind being Karen’s tits forever.
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