Agree
Neighborhood MILFs
chapter 7
by
copier
· original author:
jam27
Okay, fine. But I expect that date!, James said, getting his teeth.
Good. Now I want a-, James cut her off.
Hold on Chloe, I've just got to tell my mom what's going on, I'll be a minute, James said as he quickly rushed out the door. He'd already left by the time Chloe had begun muttering complaints under her breath, before turning back, breasts swinging wildly, to go get dressed.
He walked back to his home as slowly as he could, taking in the crisp, fresh morning air. He waved to a couple neighbors on his way back, finding it strange that he was surrounded by so many well-endowed women.
Before he could ponder on it too long he bumped into his own front door. Still half-dazed, James opened the front door only to be immediately pushed back by a man racing out the door. He only heard a quick Sorry! as the man raced down their path and along the road.
Almost expecting another man to rush past him as if his house was some sort of clowncar, James stepped onto the doorway and shut the door behind him.
Hey mom! I'm home, he shouted.
What followed was a fee seconds of total silence. No responses, no shuffling feet, nothing. James walked into the living room and found it to be empty, save for one of his mom's many stray bras. He didn't lingerie too long, it only served as a reminder of yesterday.
Walking up the stairs he heard sounds of shuffling coming from his mother's room. As he approached the door he noticed a high heel lazily cast to the side of the ajar door.
Slowly opening the door he called out one last time, Mom?, only for James to quickly jump back out of the room and slam the door behind him.
Jesus! James! Don't you ever knock!, he'd found his mother standing by her closet, entirely naked save for a lacy thong wrapped around her ankles.
Sorry! Sorry! I was just coming to tell you that I'll be out for today., he said, averting his eyes even though the door was shut.
You could've said that last night as well. What're you doing?
Good. Now I want a-, James cut her off.
Hold on Chloe, I've just got to tell my mom what's going on, I'll be a minute, James said as he quickly rushed out the door. He'd already left by the time Chloe had begun muttering complaints under her breath, before turning back, breasts swinging wildly, to go get dressed.
He walked back to his home as slowly as he could, taking in the crisp, fresh morning air. He waved to a couple neighbors on his way back, finding it strange that he was surrounded by so many well-endowed women.
Before he could ponder on it too long he bumped into his own front door. Still half-dazed, James opened the front door only to be immediately pushed back by a man racing out the door. He only heard a quick Sorry! as the man raced down their path and along the road.
Almost expecting another man to rush past him as if his house was some sort of clowncar, James stepped onto the doorway and shut the door behind him.
Hey mom! I'm home, he shouted.
What followed was a fee seconds of total silence. No responses, no shuffling feet, nothing. James walked into the living room and found it to be empty, save for one of his mom's many stray bras. He didn't lingerie too long, it only served as a reminder of yesterday.
Walking up the stairs he heard sounds of shuffling coming from his mother's room. As he approached the door he noticed a high heel lazily cast to the side of the ajar door.
Slowly opening the door he called out one last time, Mom?, only for James to quickly jump back out of the room and slam the door behind him.
Jesus! James! Don't you ever knock!, he'd found his mother standing by her closet, entirely naked save for a lacy thong wrapped around her ankles.
Sorry! Sorry! I was just coming to tell you that I'll be out for today., he said, averting his eyes even though the door was shut.
You could've said that last night as well. What're you doing?
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