Maria’s Extra Panties
Neighborhood MILFs
chapter 11
by
copier
· original author:
latergator
In an instant, James was gone. The panties the vanished boy had been holding landed softly on the bed.
A moment later, another pair of panties – identical in all except in color, being a strawberry pink – landed softly right beside it. The twin undergarments sat together in silence as the door opened.
As Maria, as beautiful as always, entered into the bedroom, James saw that the milf’s full, plump lips were curled into an accomplished little smile as she wiped the sweat from her brow. Green gardening overalls clung greedily to her form, leaving no mystery about the divine body tucked beneath, about the bountiful bosom and tantalizing hips, while the white shirt coupled with it was, in particular, so drenched that he could see her glistening skin shining through the fabric.
James was glad he lacked a dick at the moment. He was beyond certain it have shot to undeniably attention at the sight.
Maria, unaware of voyeur in the room, drew closer to the transformed boy resting upon her bed, coming to stop in the exact spot where he had once been standing not a minute ago, facing him side-on. She hadn’t noticed the new undergarment yet, having given the bed hardly a passing glance, her focus more on removing the straps on her shoulders that held the soaked overalls to her body. James guessed she must have just been gardening in her backyard. If he hadn’t fallen to his hormonal temptations and instead continued his search, no doubt he would have discovered that.
He watched, incapable of prying his gaze away, as the straps came off and Maria’s overalls dropped to the ground, revealing to the transformed boy her now-unguarded lower half. His eyes snapped near immediately to her exposed legs; plump and tantalizing, just like the rest of Miss Delion: especially now, as small beads of sweat clung to and slithered their way down those pillar’s meaty girths, adding a delicious sheen on top. Lucky globs.
Above them and below where her shirt ended, a pair of blue denim short-shorts guarded her crotch and restrained her butt – or, it would be better to say, attempted to restrain her butt. Her cheeks were simply behemoths that clearly had no wish to be contained, and as such leaked half-way out from the bottom of their prison, so very close to outright spilling free from the fabric. James had never seen her wearing those before. Now that he had, he doubted he’d ever be able to forget.
He was brought back to reality when her heard Maria sigh whimsically, obviously quite relieved at the first sweaty hurdle being overcome. He watched as she seized the bottom of her shirt with both hands and began to gently, delicately, lift it up, peeling the damp article off the flesh it clung to so fervently. James’ (currently non-existent) eyes absorbed the sights with a greedy, enraptured gaze as first her glistening, slightly plump tummy was revealed, followed by her bountiful breasts that put Chloe’s to shame, which jiggled lightly as they fell free from the clingy shirt. A fancy cyan bra was all that kept those orbs under control, a valiant titan that held up those succulent heavens.
Once she had gotten the sweaty shirt over her head and tossed it to the floor, Maria’s hands drifted down again. James’ eyes followed them, watching as they gripped the top of her short-shorts and began to pull down. It took visible effort on Maria’s part to get them over her hips, making James’ aroused mind to imagine what it must have looked like getting them on in the first place, and more effort still to get her ass to release it’s battered and chewed adversary, but she managed, miraculously. She pulled them down to her lower thighs, then let go, allowing gravity to do the rest for her, and they flopped on top of the overalls below.
From his position, with her facing him side-on, James could only see a single deep blue lace of her panties that stretched across her hips from her crotch to her butt. But that tease wasn’t to last; Maria shuffled around to face the bed fully, and James found himself level with the blue undergarment that covered her pussy. Only covered, though. Not guarded. With how drenched it was, he could make out near every detail of the folds underneath.
It was then when a pair of fingers seized one side of him and lifted him up to the milf’s face, where more fingers then seized his other side and straightened him out. Seems that Maria had finally spotted him, the out-of-place, unpaired pair of panties on her bed he was. She looked him with a perplexed expression on her face, her cute lips pursed. “Hmm. I don’t remember you…”
A moment later, another pair of panties – identical in all except in color, being a strawberry pink – landed softly right beside it. The twin undergarments sat together in silence as the door opened.
As Maria, as beautiful as always, entered into the bedroom, James saw that the milf’s full, plump lips were curled into an accomplished little smile as she wiped the sweat from her brow. Green gardening overalls clung greedily to her form, leaving no mystery about the divine body tucked beneath, about the bountiful bosom and tantalizing hips, while the white shirt coupled with it was, in particular, so drenched that he could see her glistening skin shining through the fabric.
James was glad he lacked a dick at the moment. He was beyond certain it have shot to undeniably attention at the sight.
Maria, unaware of voyeur in the room, drew closer to the transformed boy resting upon her bed, coming to stop in the exact spot where he had once been standing not a minute ago, facing him side-on. She hadn’t noticed the new undergarment yet, having given the bed hardly a passing glance, her focus more on removing the straps on her shoulders that held the soaked overalls to her body. James guessed she must have just been gardening in her backyard. If he hadn’t fallen to his hormonal temptations and instead continued his search, no doubt he would have discovered that.
He watched, incapable of prying his gaze away, as the straps came off and Maria’s overalls dropped to the ground, revealing to the transformed boy her now-unguarded lower half. His eyes snapped near immediately to her exposed legs; plump and tantalizing, just like the rest of Miss Delion: especially now, as small beads of sweat clung to and slithered their way down those pillar’s meaty girths, adding a delicious sheen on top. Lucky globs.
Above them and below where her shirt ended, a pair of blue denim short-shorts guarded her crotch and restrained her butt – or, it would be better to say, attempted to restrain her butt. Her cheeks were simply behemoths that clearly had no wish to be contained, and as such leaked half-way out from the bottom of their prison, so very close to outright spilling free from the fabric. James had never seen her wearing those before. Now that he had, he doubted he’d ever be able to forget.
He was brought back to reality when her heard Maria sigh whimsically, obviously quite relieved at the first sweaty hurdle being overcome. He watched as she seized the bottom of her shirt with both hands and began to gently, delicately, lift it up, peeling the damp article off the flesh it clung to so fervently. James’ (currently non-existent) eyes absorbed the sights with a greedy, enraptured gaze as first her glistening, slightly plump tummy was revealed, followed by her bountiful breasts that put Chloe’s to shame, which jiggled lightly as they fell free from the clingy shirt. A fancy cyan bra was all that kept those orbs under control, a valiant titan that held up those succulent heavens.
Once she had gotten the sweaty shirt over her head and tossed it to the floor, Maria’s hands drifted down again. James’ eyes followed them, watching as they gripped the top of her short-shorts and began to pull down. It took visible effort on Maria’s part to get them over her hips, making James’ aroused mind to imagine what it must have looked like getting them on in the first place, and more effort still to get her ass to release it’s battered and chewed adversary, but she managed, miraculously. She pulled them down to her lower thighs, then let go, allowing gravity to do the rest for her, and they flopped on top of the overalls below.
From his position, with her facing him side-on, James could only see a single deep blue lace of her panties that stretched across her hips from her crotch to her butt. But that tease wasn’t to last; Maria shuffled around to face the bed fully, and James found himself level with the blue undergarment that covered her pussy. Only covered, though. Not guarded. With how drenched it was, he could make out near every detail of the folds underneath.
It was then when a pair of fingers seized one side of him and lifted him up to the milf’s face, where more fingers then seized his other side and straightened him out. Seems that Maria had finally spotted him, the out-of-place, unpaired pair of panties on her bed he was. She looked him with a perplexed expression on her face, her cute lips pursed. “Hmm. I don’t remember you…”
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