A Dream Interrupted
Neighborhood MILFs
chapter 6
by
copier
· original author:
latergator
“Alright, you fat skank! Where – hic! – is he?! I know he came over here, so where the hell – hic! – is he?!”
And like that, his dream-come-true cracked right down the middle as he heard Angie’s door crashing open before being loudly slammed shut, and then it crumbled into dust as he heard the bellowing, intoxicated war-cry of his mother, accompanied by the booms of stomping feet.
The mischievous smile on Angie’s face all but vanished at sound of the drunken intrusion, replaced by a wide-eyed, shrunken irises look of panic as she stared over her shoulder at the bedroom door.
“Shit!” She squeaked. She heard another door get smashed open, then more stomping, then another door get smashed open. Paula must be searching the house for them. If that bitch came in now and discovered Angie alone with James in the hippie’s bedroom, the latter with a tent pitched in his pants, she might never let James come over ever again! Angie wasn’t about to let her favorite little guy be snatched away from her.
She whirled her head around to look at the equally as panicking James. “Quick! Transform into something!”
He nodded, and frantically began to remove his clothes.
Angie looked at him incredulously. “What are you doing?!”
James shot her an apologetic look as he fumbled with his clothing. “I-I can’t transform with my clothes on!”
“Fuckin’…” Angie growled in annoyance as she lashed forth and began to undo his belt. She got it undone at the same time James had manged to wrestle his shirt off over his head, and as he threw his foe to the floor, Angie tugged both his shorts and underwear down to his feet in a single tug, displaying strength the teen didn’t know his neighbor had. His riled-up cock, now free, sprang upwards, hungry for attention, but Angie gave it barely a passing glance as she rose back up. The milf’s only goal at the moment was to keep her buddy out of the hands of his wretch mother, and his needy dick, no matter how delicious it looked, wasn’t about to distract her from that. “There! Go, go, go, go!”
Ripping off his socks and shoes, the stomps of his mother growing louder as she marched towards the bedroom door, James focused as hard as he could…
And like that, his dream-come-true cracked right down the middle as he heard Angie’s door crashing open before being loudly slammed shut, and then it crumbled into dust as he heard the bellowing, intoxicated war-cry of his mother, accompanied by the booms of stomping feet.
The mischievous smile on Angie’s face all but vanished at sound of the drunken intrusion, replaced by a wide-eyed, shrunken irises look of panic as she stared over her shoulder at the bedroom door.
“Shit!” She squeaked. She heard another door get smashed open, then more stomping, then another door get smashed open. Paula must be searching the house for them. If that bitch came in now and discovered Angie alone with James in the hippie’s bedroom, the latter with a tent pitched in his pants, she might never let James come over ever again! Angie wasn’t about to let her favorite little guy be snatched away from her.
She whirled her head around to look at the equally as panicking James. “Quick! Transform into something!”
He nodded, and frantically began to remove his clothes.
Angie looked at him incredulously. “What are you doing?!”
James shot her an apologetic look as he fumbled with his clothing. “I-I can’t transform with my clothes on!”
“Fuckin’…” Angie growled in annoyance as she lashed forth and began to undo his belt. She got it undone at the same time James had manged to wrestle his shirt off over his head, and as he threw his foe to the floor, Angie tugged both his shorts and underwear down to his feet in a single tug, displaying strength the teen didn’t know his neighbor had. His riled-up cock, now free, sprang upwards, hungry for attention, but Angie gave it barely a passing glance as she rose back up. The milf’s only goal at the moment was to keep her buddy out of the hands of his wretch mother, and his needy dick, no matter how delicious it looked, wasn’t about to distract her from that. “There! Go, go, go, go!”
Ripping off his socks and shoes, the stomps of his mother growing louder as she marched towards the bedroom door, James focused as hard as he could…
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