someone else.
Neighborhood MILFs
chapter 6
by
copier
· original author:
wangjohnson
Since James had seen his mother Paula leave to get groceries not ten minutes ago, there's no chance it could be his cock-afflicted mother who prodded him in the back... and there was only one other person who had a key to the house and a penis.
And just like his mother's, it was a package she'd ended up with thanks to James.
"...Rebecca," James said, his shock over the lewd and unexpected greeting from inside his own house having faded in the face of reflexive relief that her being here likely meant she forgave him, "I know something... pretty sketchy happened to you, before - but I'm sure we can..."
James trailed off as he turned around, the weighted front door swung shut behind him, neatly enclosing him within his home with a panting, ragingly erect and frantic looking Rebecca.
As he laid eyes on his ex - and hopefully soon to be ex-ex - girlfriend who he'd genitally corrupted, James couldn't help but think of everything about her that made him want her to be his first. Her patient ability to be quiet and still, and enjoy the moment or avoid making a scene. The puffy turtlenecks and thick scarves she liked to wear and duck her chin into when she was embarrassed or thoughtful. Her playful embarrassment over her modest breasts, and how well she took teasing about them. The extreme sensitivity of her expansively puffy pink areola and her large, ever-protruding nipples. Her waspishly slender waist above flared, breeding hips, meaty-curvy legs and juicy bubble butt from years of hobby hiking. The way she seemed to be just as into the things he liked as James was - and just as into him as he was into her and her legs that wouldn't quit.
That was the girl next door, childhood friend and constant classmate that he started dating, and now that he looked at her properly and in the light of day for the first time since the dong-bestowing incident, James saw that Rebecca:
And just like his mother's, it was a package she'd ended up with thanks to James.
"...Rebecca," James said, his shock over the lewd and unexpected greeting from inside his own house having faded in the face of reflexive relief that her being here likely meant she forgave him, "I know something... pretty sketchy happened to you, before - but I'm sure we can..."
James trailed off as he turned around, the weighted front door swung shut behind him, neatly enclosing him within his home with a panting, ragingly erect and frantic looking Rebecca.
As he laid eyes on his ex - and hopefully soon to be ex-ex - girlfriend who he'd genitally corrupted, James couldn't help but think of everything about her that made him want her to be his first. Her patient ability to be quiet and still, and enjoy the moment or avoid making a scene. The puffy turtlenecks and thick scarves she liked to wear and duck her chin into when she was embarrassed or thoughtful. Her playful embarrassment over her modest breasts, and how well she took teasing about them. The extreme sensitivity of her expansively puffy pink areola and her large, ever-protruding nipples. Her waspishly slender waist above flared, breeding hips, meaty-curvy legs and juicy bubble butt from years of hobby hiking. The way she seemed to be just as into the things he liked as James was - and just as into him as he was into her and her legs that wouldn't quit.
That was the girl next door, childhood friend and constant classmate that he started dating, and now that he looked at her properly and in the light of day for the first time since the dong-bestowing incident, James saw that Rebecca:
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