Hanging Around With Angie
Neighborhood MILFs
chapter 8
by
copier
· original author:
latergator
“Ya know, James…” Cooed the milf down to her soft, silky neighbor. “This is such a special occasion: the first time I’ve ever worn you. So why don’t we keep this special little evening between the two of us, hm?”
Of course, there was no replay from the bra, but Angie, feeling playful, gently jiggled her breasts up and down, mimicking an agreeing nod. “Glad you agree!” Giggled Angie, not unlike a schoolgirl. While her pain was far from gone, it was much easier to bear now that these fat tits of hers were supported by a proper, sturdy, and perhaps the comfiest bra she had ever worn. Plus, she felt a strange euphoria knowing that said comfy bra was actually her cute, neighborhood buddy, helping her out once again. Her little hero. She sighed almost whimsically. What would she ever do without him?
Now, what would they do? Turning her attention away from her bosom for the moment, Angie glanced around her bedroom. She pondered simply relaxing on her bed, intermittently switching between lying down and fondling her wonderful bra and sitting up to take deep puffs from her bong, which currently sat toppled over on the shag carpet floor. She liked that idea, but then a small beam of sunlight peaking through the drapes caught her attention. She grinned before turning to exit the room.
Jostling gently with every step the milf took, James was very happy that she had decided to stay in. Not just because it meant he’d get to enjoy Angie’s massive, glorious breasts without distraction or interruption – Sure, that was undeniably a part of it for the hormonal, teenage boy. It would be bald-faced lie to say he’d never fantasized of this scenario, alongside many, many others of a similar kind.
More than that, however, was because he knew her pain was still there. His ongoing efforts as her silky Atlas, bearing the weight of a supple, jiggly heaven that wobbled and wiggled atop and into him, were clearly helping her feel better, and he was overjoyed to grant his amazing neighbor relief from her suffering. But what would it take for her pain to strike back with a vengeance and render his assistance null and void? One miss-step? One trip? He remembered her wincing as she stood from her flowerbed, her yelping when she had reached for the remote, her watery eyes and quivering lips as she failed to get up off the coach, and how he hated seeing her like that. At least here, in the privacy of her home, he could turn back without issue and help her out as a human if need be. In public and buried beneath a layer of clothing, he feared he would only cause her more trouble if he had to change back. Or worse: that he would be unable to transform and help her at all.
Thankfully, the agonizing scenarios he imagined would remain just that, and James was snapped back to reality by the feeling of a finger pressing gently into his left cup and tracing slow, teasing circles around the outline of Angie’s semi-hard nipple. He moaned in silent pleasure at the sensation, let his imagined woes slip away, and happily relaxed around the milf’s tenderly bouncing chest.
Smiling serenely as she traced small rings on the surface of her wonderful bra, Angie stepped out of her stuffy house and into the glowing world of her backyard. She stopped for a moment to fill her lungs with the wonderful fresh air and to enjoy the feeling of the warm summer sun on her needy skin, before she turned her gaze towards the plastic deck chair she had laid out a few days ago and waltzed towards it, massaging her bra the entire short trek. Beneath her right arm was her trusty old, battery-powered CD player, complete with a disc containing all her favorite songs already inside, and in her right hand was a six pack of cool, cheap beer she had grabbed from the fridge. She felt a little bit bad making her right side do all the work while her left got to play with her transformed neighbor, but soon enough, it would be rewarded handsomely for it’s efforts.
James felt the vibrations all around him as Angie sat her plump rump down on the chair. As she leaned forward to place what she had brought along onto the ground beside her, her left hand leaving him to assist in doing so, he was squished not only against her knees, but also her plump potbelly. The fat, squashed orb was pressed up into him, giving him a much longer, fuller experience with it’s jiggly suppleness than any of their prior meetings with him as a bra. He could even hear a few muffled gurgles emanate from inside. This really is heaven… The boy thought.
Then there was bittersweet reprieve as Angie leaned back and swung her legs up onto the deck chair. He heard the loud “chsk!” of a can being opened from above, and from below, a somewhat familiar song was beginning to play. He had heard it playing on a few different occasion when he had visited Angie before, but had never really paid it much attention. And he wasn’t going to be paying it much attention now, as her right hand seized her right breast, and his right cup with it, and began a ravenous assault of rough, but very pleasurable squeezing and squishing.
As her right hand claimed it’s reward, Angie lifted her beer can to her lips with her left and glugged down half of it in one go, before pulling the beverage away with a smack of her lips. “Ahhh! This is the life! Beautiful day, good music, alright beer…” The milf mused as she glanced down with a smile. Her stretched-out, sunlit body was quite something, even in her plumped-up state; in fact, her belly might very well have been it’s most captivating feature, standing tall and majestic like a golden, flabby mountain. But her eyes gave it only a passing glance and fell downwards still, until they landed upon her meaty breasts – and the black, lacy bra that dutifully clung to them, even as her hand hungrily groped and played with them. Her eyes sparkled with the utmost joy and admiration as they absorbed the sight. “And my cute, amazing buddy to keep me company. Isn’t it grand, James?”
Of course, there was no response, but Angie didn’t let that bother her. She relaxed into chair, at complete peace, and enjoyed the warm sunlight on her skin, the fresh air her lungs took in, her favorite songs playing and the cheep beer she drank – and most of all, spending this wonderful day with her amazing, brilliant, and silky best-buddy.
Of course, there was no replay from the bra, but Angie, feeling playful, gently jiggled her breasts up and down, mimicking an agreeing nod. “Glad you agree!” Giggled Angie, not unlike a schoolgirl. While her pain was far from gone, it was much easier to bear now that these fat tits of hers were supported by a proper, sturdy, and perhaps the comfiest bra she had ever worn. Plus, she felt a strange euphoria knowing that said comfy bra was actually her cute, neighborhood buddy, helping her out once again. Her little hero. She sighed almost whimsically. What would she ever do without him?
Now, what would they do? Turning her attention away from her bosom for the moment, Angie glanced around her bedroom. She pondered simply relaxing on her bed, intermittently switching between lying down and fondling her wonderful bra and sitting up to take deep puffs from her bong, which currently sat toppled over on the shag carpet floor. She liked that idea, but then a small beam of sunlight peaking through the drapes caught her attention. She grinned before turning to exit the room.
Jostling gently with every step the milf took, James was very happy that she had decided to stay in. Not just because it meant he’d get to enjoy Angie’s massive, glorious breasts without distraction or interruption – Sure, that was undeniably a part of it for the hormonal, teenage boy. It would be bald-faced lie to say he’d never fantasized of this scenario, alongside many, many others of a similar kind.
More than that, however, was because he knew her pain was still there. His ongoing efforts as her silky Atlas, bearing the weight of a supple, jiggly heaven that wobbled and wiggled atop and into him, were clearly helping her feel better, and he was overjoyed to grant his amazing neighbor relief from her suffering. But what would it take for her pain to strike back with a vengeance and render his assistance null and void? One miss-step? One trip? He remembered her wincing as she stood from her flowerbed, her yelping when she had reached for the remote, her watery eyes and quivering lips as she failed to get up off the coach, and how he hated seeing her like that. At least here, in the privacy of her home, he could turn back without issue and help her out as a human if need be. In public and buried beneath a layer of clothing, he feared he would only cause her more trouble if he had to change back. Or worse: that he would be unable to transform and help her at all.
Thankfully, the agonizing scenarios he imagined would remain just that, and James was snapped back to reality by the feeling of a finger pressing gently into his left cup and tracing slow, teasing circles around the outline of Angie’s semi-hard nipple. He moaned in silent pleasure at the sensation, let his imagined woes slip away, and happily relaxed around the milf’s tenderly bouncing chest.
Smiling serenely as she traced small rings on the surface of her wonderful bra, Angie stepped out of her stuffy house and into the glowing world of her backyard. She stopped for a moment to fill her lungs with the wonderful fresh air and to enjoy the feeling of the warm summer sun on her needy skin, before she turned her gaze towards the plastic deck chair she had laid out a few days ago and waltzed towards it, massaging her bra the entire short trek. Beneath her right arm was her trusty old, battery-powered CD player, complete with a disc containing all her favorite songs already inside, and in her right hand was a six pack of cool, cheap beer she had grabbed from the fridge. She felt a little bit bad making her right side do all the work while her left got to play with her transformed neighbor, but soon enough, it would be rewarded handsomely for it’s efforts.
James felt the vibrations all around him as Angie sat her plump rump down on the chair. As she leaned forward to place what she had brought along onto the ground beside her, her left hand leaving him to assist in doing so, he was squished not only against her knees, but also her plump potbelly. The fat, squashed orb was pressed up into him, giving him a much longer, fuller experience with it’s jiggly suppleness than any of their prior meetings with him as a bra. He could even hear a few muffled gurgles emanate from inside. This really is heaven… The boy thought.
Then there was bittersweet reprieve as Angie leaned back and swung her legs up onto the deck chair. He heard the loud “chsk!” of a can being opened from above, and from below, a somewhat familiar song was beginning to play. He had heard it playing on a few different occasion when he had visited Angie before, but had never really paid it much attention. And he wasn’t going to be paying it much attention now, as her right hand seized her right breast, and his right cup with it, and began a ravenous assault of rough, but very pleasurable squeezing and squishing.
As her right hand claimed it’s reward, Angie lifted her beer can to her lips with her left and glugged down half of it in one go, before pulling the beverage away with a smack of her lips. “Ahhh! This is the life! Beautiful day, good music, alright beer…” The milf mused as she glanced down with a smile. Her stretched-out, sunlit body was quite something, even in her plumped-up state; in fact, her belly might very well have been it’s most captivating feature, standing tall and majestic like a golden, flabby mountain. But her eyes gave it only a passing glance and fell downwards still, until they landed upon her meaty breasts – and the black, lacy bra that dutifully clung to them, even as her hand hungrily groped and played with them. Her eyes sparkled with the utmost joy and admiration as they absorbed the sight. “And my cute, amazing buddy to keep me company. Isn’t it grand, James?”
Of course, there was no response, but Angie didn’t let that bother her. She relaxed into chair, at complete peace, and enjoyed the warm sunlight on her skin, the fresh air her lungs took in, her favorite songs playing and the cheep beer she drank – and most of all, spending this wonderful day with her amazing, brilliant, and silky best-buddy.
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