Follow Joana and her huge (and edible?) ass
Neighborhood MILFs
chapter 20
by
copier
· original author:
some_dude_guy
Joanna refreshes her browser window and sighs. Someone’s just uploaded another photoshop of her ass. This one has her lying face down on a picnic table, with her ass bright red and charred from a grill and some young and excited girls licking their lips and holding cutlery. She recognizes the photo as from this last weekend, when she was feeling confident enough to wear a swimsuit at the public pool, so whoever took the photo must have seen her in person.
She turns the computer off. She’s had enough internet for the day. She needs to get out of the house. The pool is off limits, that much is clear now, and she doesn’t quite know where she’d rather go, but getting out is the top priority.
Joanna pushes her chair away from the desk and, with some effort, pries her expansive ass free. She needs to get dressed, which is another ordeal altogether. The only dresses and skirts she owns are getting washed right now, so she’ll have to wear the damn sweatpants again. She forces the sweatpants up around her ass, and notices with dismay that her ass appears to have grown just a little, because they’re too small to completely cover her copious caboose. The best she can do is to get them up to about half an inch below the start of her buttcrack, which is far from ideal but it’ll have to do.
Joanna throws on a shirt and heads out of her room. She hears her mom’s footsteps downstairs in the kitchen and muses to herself that she must have gotten back from her date late last night. Hopefully she’ll be in a good enough mood to leave her alone; Joanna would rather not hear her mom regale her with stories of whatever girls she picked up at club.
No such luck. Just as Joanna gets on the ground floor and heads to the front door, she feels a familiar and unwelcome hand snake down the back of her pants and jumps in surprise.
“Mooom! Cut it out!” she yells. She turns around and sees her mom, smiling and half-dresses, sniffing the hand she just goosed her own daughter with.
“Crack kills, honey,” she says with a coy grin. “But what a way to go, right?”
“Mom! You can’t just grab my butt like that!”
“Awww, but it’s so fun. Mmmm, it’s too bad you’re my daughter sometimes, you know?” She slides her tongue across her lips.
“You are so gross, mom.” Joanna turns around to leave, but gasps again as her mom slips both hands down her pants and starts squeezing and shaking her ass.
“Says the girl with a booty like that, wearing pants like these without any underwear.” She’s whispering right in Joanna’s ear, her breath hot and warm and thick with lust. She licks her daughter’s ear and moans.
Joanna closes her eyes and grits her teeth. She can’t bekieve what’s happening or that she forgot to put on underwear. Her mom’s arms are all the way down her sweats now, pulling the pants down, letting her ass spill out and press against her mom’s own exposed flesh.
Her mom starts to slide down her back, pulling the pants all the way to her ankles and squeezing her ass ever harder. She starts to kiss Joanna’s neck, shoulder blades, back, and finally butt cheeks, continuing her perverted talk. Joanna is trying not to be turned on and failing. “You know, honey, I’ve seen your little booty blogs. Sometimes I can’t help myself and have to, well, help myself. Then I saw the one you made about eating your big ol’ butt, and it makes me really, really Hungry.”
At “Hungry,” Joanna’s mom bites her ass, snapping the girl out of her erotic reverie. She squeals, tears herself free, and runs out of the house, pulling her pants up. She doesn’t see her mom’s smile as she chews and swallows the tiny chunk she managed to tear off her daughter’s ass, or that her ass has already fully healed by the time she’s out the door.
Outside, Joanna starts walking, fuming internally at everything that just transpired. At the creeps posting about her online. At her mom. At herself. Lately, the only person who hasn’t been regularly perving on her has been Mrs. Whitlow, and, well, Joanna has some complicated feelings about her.
Mrs. Whitlow is an SSBBW porn actress, possibly retired. She and her wife moved to the neighborhood about four months ago, and Joanna is apparently the only person who recognizes the 700-pound, 45-year-old ebony giantess. Joanna identifies as straight, despite what she just felt while her mom harassed her, but she has a singular exception for hugely fat women in their 40s. She’s used Mrs. Whitlows videos, and occasionally cam shows, to “help herself” for a couple years now, and she’s torn between how hot she finds her and how human she is.
Josnna acts like a schoolgirl with a crush whenever she’s around Mrs. Whitlow, and on some level she is, but she still feels embarrassed by it. For her part, Mrs. Whitlow is nothing but charming, respectful, and polite around Joanna. She’s the one person who doesn’t fetishize her for her ass.
Joanna realizes she’s been heading towards Mrs. Whitlow’s house, then she hears the chiming of bicycle bells right behind her and feels a loud SMACK right on her ass.
“Wooooooo! Look at that jiggle!” calls out a girl—not a day older than 13–as she zips by.
Another smack announces the presence of another girl riding by. This one calls out, “Got your ass, fatty!”
A third girl rides by and smacks Joanna’s ass with both hands, wolf-whistling all the while. The three girls ride away and exchange laughs and high fives at Joanna’s expense. She stands fuming as she watches them duck into Shelly Rose’s palatial driveway.
Shelly Rose is a short, petite soccer mom with more money than the Vatican. She doesn’t work or have to work, which frees her schedule for her passions: gossip, exercise, and girls under 18. Joanna is pretty sure she recognized Ms. Rose’s daughter among the girls who just goosed her, but she also wouldn’t put it past her to have invited three middle-schoolers over for some morning sex.
Ms. Rose has always been interested in Joanna, and the feeling is not mutual. Like most girls she knows, Joanna has had to spend a lot of uncomfortable one-on-one time with the predatory older woman.
Fuming with rage, Joanna has half a mind to storm over to Shelly Rose’s house and tell her off for, fuck it, everything. But that might not end well, and she alsos wants some time in a quiet, peaceful place to just relax.
She’s at an intersection. If she goes left, she’ll make her way to Mrs. Whitlow’s house. If she goes right, Shelly Rose’s. Which way does Joanna go?
She turns the computer off. She’s had enough internet for the day. She needs to get out of the house. The pool is off limits, that much is clear now, and she doesn’t quite know where she’d rather go, but getting out is the top priority.
Joanna pushes her chair away from the desk and, with some effort, pries her expansive ass free. She needs to get dressed, which is another ordeal altogether. The only dresses and skirts she owns are getting washed right now, so she’ll have to wear the damn sweatpants again. She forces the sweatpants up around her ass, and notices with dismay that her ass appears to have grown just a little, because they’re too small to completely cover her copious caboose. The best she can do is to get them up to about half an inch below the start of her buttcrack, which is far from ideal but it’ll have to do.
Joanna throws on a shirt and heads out of her room. She hears her mom’s footsteps downstairs in the kitchen and muses to herself that she must have gotten back from her date late last night. Hopefully she’ll be in a good enough mood to leave her alone; Joanna would rather not hear her mom regale her with stories of whatever girls she picked up at club.
No such luck. Just as Joanna gets on the ground floor and heads to the front door, she feels a familiar and unwelcome hand snake down the back of her pants and jumps in surprise.
“Mooom! Cut it out!” she yells. She turns around and sees her mom, smiling and half-dresses, sniffing the hand she just goosed her own daughter with.
“Crack kills, honey,” she says with a coy grin. “But what a way to go, right?”
“Mom! You can’t just grab my butt like that!”
“Awww, but it’s so fun. Mmmm, it’s too bad you’re my daughter sometimes, you know?” She slides her tongue across her lips.
“You are so gross, mom.” Joanna turns around to leave, but gasps again as her mom slips both hands down her pants and starts squeezing and shaking her ass.
“Says the girl with a booty like that, wearing pants like these without any underwear.” She’s whispering right in Joanna’s ear, her breath hot and warm and thick with lust. She licks her daughter’s ear and moans.
Joanna closes her eyes and grits her teeth. She can’t bekieve what’s happening or that she forgot to put on underwear. Her mom’s arms are all the way down her sweats now, pulling the pants down, letting her ass spill out and press against her mom’s own exposed flesh.
Her mom starts to slide down her back, pulling the pants all the way to her ankles and squeezing her ass ever harder. She starts to kiss Joanna’s neck, shoulder blades, back, and finally butt cheeks, continuing her perverted talk. Joanna is trying not to be turned on and failing. “You know, honey, I’ve seen your little booty blogs. Sometimes I can’t help myself and have to, well, help myself. Then I saw the one you made about eating your big ol’ butt, and it makes me really, really Hungry.”
At “Hungry,” Joanna’s mom bites her ass, snapping the girl out of her erotic reverie. She squeals, tears herself free, and runs out of the house, pulling her pants up. She doesn’t see her mom’s smile as she chews and swallows the tiny chunk she managed to tear off her daughter’s ass, or that her ass has already fully healed by the time she’s out the door.
Outside, Joanna starts walking, fuming internally at everything that just transpired. At the creeps posting about her online. At her mom. At herself. Lately, the only person who hasn’t been regularly perving on her has been Mrs. Whitlow, and, well, Joanna has some complicated feelings about her.
Mrs. Whitlow is an SSBBW porn actress, possibly retired. She and her wife moved to the neighborhood about four months ago, and Joanna is apparently the only person who recognizes the 700-pound, 45-year-old ebony giantess. Joanna identifies as straight, despite what she just felt while her mom harassed her, but she has a singular exception for hugely fat women in their 40s. She’s used Mrs. Whitlows videos, and occasionally cam shows, to “help herself” for a couple years now, and she’s torn between how hot she finds her and how human she is.
Josnna acts like a schoolgirl with a crush whenever she’s around Mrs. Whitlow, and on some level she is, but she still feels embarrassed by it. For her part, Mrs. Whitlow is nothing but charming, respectful, and polite around Joanna. She’s the one person who doesn’t fetishize her for her ass.
Joanna realizes she’s been heading towards Mrs. Whitlow’s house, then she hears the chiming of bicycle bells right behind her and feels a loud SMACK right on her ass.
“Wooooooo! Look at that jiggle!” calls out a girl—not a day older than 13–as she zips by.
Another smack announces the presence of another girl riding by. This one calls out, “Got your ass, fatty!”
A third girl rides by and smacks Joanna’s ass with both hands, wolf-whistling all the while. The three girls ride away and exchange laughs and high fives at Joanna’s expense. She stands fuming as she watches them duck into Shelly Rose’s palatial driveway.
Shelly Rose is a short, petite soccer mom with more money than the Vatican. She doesn’t work or have to work, which frees her schedule for her passions: gossip, exercise, and girls under 18. Joanna is pretty sure she recognized Ms. Rose’s daughter among the girls who just goosed her, but she also wouldn’t put it past her to have invited three middle-schoolers over for some morning sex.
Ms. Rose has always been interested in Joanna, and the feeling is not mutual. Like most girls she knows, Joanna has had to spend a lot of uncomfortable one-on-one time with the predatory older woman.
Fuming with rage, Joanna has half a mind to storm over to Shelly Rose’s house and tell her off for, fuck it, everything. But that might not end well, and she alsos wants some time in a quiet, peaceful place to just relax.
She’s at an intersection. If she goes left, she’ll make her way to Mrs. Whitlow’s house. If she goes right, Shelly Rose’s. Which way does Joanna go?
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