James Refuses Chloe’s Request
Neighborhood MILFs
chapter 7
by
copier
· original author:
latergator
“No, Chloe!” James almost yelled at the woman, angry that after the torture she’d put him through as her bra, she had the gall to try and squeeze him for more. “Our agreement was me being your bra in exchange for a chance to ask Maya out on a date. I’ve done my part! Don’t go adding more on or trying to weasel out of yours!”
He turned sharply and took the door handle tightly in hand. Before he opened it, however, he spared a challenging glare back at the milf. “I’ll be around later to ask out Maya. Tell her whatever you want, but you can forget any chance of me being your bra ever again if you do!”
An annoyed scowl sat on Chloe’s face as she watched the boy almost slam the door behind himself as he left. After a moment, she glanced down at her bosom, now contained in her brand-new bra, and gave it a soft jostle. When her mounds settled, she exhaled in irked disappointment. It wasn’t anywhere near as good as James…
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Having just been stuck and abused thoroughly as a bra for such a harrowing length of time, the free, outdoor air on his once-again-human body was perhaps the most refreshing thing James could ask for, and he was more than happy to fill his lungs with it too, deep breath after deep breath, as he made his way home. There, he planned to shower and “spruce” himself up before he returned to see Maya later.
His bumpy, forced spin in Chloe’s washing machine had, at least, managed to remove the milf sweat that had soaked into him, and as such, as a quick sniff of his clothes told him, had also removed the smell of it from him too.
But that rough tumble, being helplessly swirled around and smashed into the other various garments that he shared it with, had him feeling quite sore now that he was human again – though James knew, as he recalled the long and intensive milf-workout he had endured the day before, that it wasn’t solely to blame for it.
His body ached; not unbearably, but as if it was dangerously close to it’s limit. A nice, relaxing shower, he believed, would help to alleviate that.
As he approached his home, however, he stopped, coming to a halt just before Angie’s front garden. His expression drooped as he eyed up that dreary building. Did he really want to risk being set upon by his (most-likely) drunken mother? Or, worse yet, risk her intruding upon him in the shower?
She had done so in the past: barging in without a care of his protest and pleas, pressing her plump but disgusting body against his before forcing him to transform into a bar of soap and rubbing him thoroughly into her every rancid nook and cranny, and then leaving him on the shower floor as she turned the water off and exited, as if she’d forgotten he even existed. It had only happened once, but it had been so violating that it had burned itself deep into his memory, and he dreaded the thought of it ever happening again.
He pondered if he could, instead, go to another neighbor’s house and borrow their shower. There were milfs who were kind to him. Perhaps if he asked nicely, they’d be willing to let him, and let him do so undisturbed.
Should he give one of them a try? Or should he head home and pray that mother was out, or in too deep of a sleep to intrude upon him?
He turned sharply and took the door handle tightly in hand. Before he opened it, however, he spared a challenging glare back at the milf. “I’ll be around later to ask out Maya. Tell her whatever you want, but you can forget any chance of me being your bra ever again if you do!”
An annoyed scowl sat on Chloe’s face as she watched the boy almost slam the door behind himself as he left. After a moment, she glanced down at her bosom, now contained in her brand-new bra, and gave it a soft jostle. When her mounds settled, she exhaled in irked disappointment. It wasn’t anywhere near as good as James…
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Having just been stuck and abused thoroughly as a bra for such a harrowing length of time, the free, outdoor air on his once-again-human body was perhaps the most refreshing thing James could ask for, and he was more than happy to fill his lungs with it too, deep breath after deep breath, as he made his way home. There, he planned to shower and “spruce” himself up before he returned to see Maya later.
His bumpy, forced spin in Chloe’s washing machine had, at least, managed to remove the milf sweat that had soaked into him, and as such, as a quick sniff of his clothes told him, had also removed the smell of it from him too.
But that rough tumble, being helplessly swirled around and smashed into the other various garments that he shared it with, had him feeling quite sore now that he was human again – though James knew, as he recalled the long and intensive milf-workout he had endured the day before, that it wasn’t solely to blame for it.
His body ached; not unbearably, but as if it was dangerously close to it’s limit. A nice, relaxing shower, he believed, would help to alleviate that.
As he approached his home, however, he stopped, coming to a halt just before Angie’s front garden. His expression drooped as he eyed up that dreary building. Did he really want to risk being set upon by his (most-likely) drunken mother? Or, worse yet, risk her intruding upon him in the shower?
She had done so in the past: barging in without a care of his protest and pleas, pressing her plump but disgusting body against his before forcing him to transform into a bar of soap and rubbing him thoroughly into her every rancid nook and cranny, and then leaving him on the shower floor as she turned the water off and exited, as if she’d forgotten he even existed. It had only happened once, but it had been so violating that it had burned itself deep into his memory, and he dreaded the thought of it ever happening again.
He pondered if he could, instead, go to another neighbor’s house and borrow their shower. There were milfs who were kind to him. Perhaps if he asked nicely, they’d be willing to let him, and let him do so undisturbed.
Should he give one of them a try? Or should he head home and pray that mother was out, or in too deep of a sleep to intrude upon him?
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