To Shelly Rose
Neighborhood MILFs
chapter 21
by
copier
· original author:
some_dude_guy
Fuming with rage, her prodigious posterior still stinging, Joanna takes a moment to straighten her uncooperative sweatpants as best as she can (which isn't very well) and walks over to Shelly Rose's house to give this MILF a piece of her mind.
The three girls on bikes see Joanna stomping towards them and laugh. Just as Joanna sets foot on Shelly's front lawn, the door opens and there she is, wearing an open bathrobe and a smile, inviting her three little playthings inside and beckoning Joanna closer like she's just come here for book club. Shelly doesn't break eye contact with Joanna even when she's kissing the youngest and smallest of the girls with her tongue, keeps up her faux neighborly smile even as she strips her out of her clothes in broad daylight, even waves with one hand as she gives the young girl a smack on the butt to send her inside.
"Why hello, Joanie," Shelly Rose purrs. "It's such a pleasure to see you, all of you."
Joanna follows Shelly's gaze and sees that her treasonous pants are down, all the way down to her knees, exposing her sprawling, jiggling, bare, and sore butt to anyone who cares to look. Joanna balls her fists and grits her teeth.
"Can it, bitch" she growls, her anger getting ahead of her words. "It's bad enough to have you trying to get into my pants, but now you've got, you've got kids coming after me? And you're not, you're not, you ... not even hiding it!"
Shelly laughs, takes a step closer to Joanna. She's only a little taller than the big-butted teen, but her combination of wealth, confidence, and smugness makes her feel so much bigger. "Hey," the older woman says, "you seem really frustrated." She puts her hands on Joanna's, and Joanna starts to tremble with anger and fear and shame and a flood of other emotions she has no idea how to process.
Shelly Rose pulls herself a little closer to Joanna, continuing to speak. "I can talk to my girls if they're bothering you," she says. "They're young, they're experimenting, and I know they simply can't resist you." She's pulled herself flush with Joanna by now, letting her robe fall open, pressing herself against the trembling teen, reaching down and grabbing her still-exposed ass with both hands. Joanna looks up at the MILF's smiling, triumphant face and closes her eyes, silently cursing herself for falling for it. She feels Shelly's lips against hers and starts to cry.
"Shhh, I know, baby girl, I know, it's okay," Joanna says, kissing Joanna again. "It's okay to be wanted." Another kiss. "To be desired." Another kiss. "To be needed." A long, lingering kiss with her tongue, which Joanna does not resist. "And how could they resist you anyway? They see your gorgeous body every single day. And they've also seen the blogs, the memes, the stories, even the recipes."
At "recipes," Shelly squeezes Joanna's ass tight and pulls her closer, towards the door. Joanna opens her eyes and puts up some resistance to being bodily dragged into this lady's house, but mainly succeeds in stumbling and letting Shelly pull her pants completely down.
"Oh dear, oops," Shelly says, catching Joanna in her fall and just straight up fondling the poor teen's butt in public. "Clumsy me." She maintains eye contact with Joanna and lifts the girl's shirt up and over her head, dropping it to the ground. "I'm just a big mess today." Joanna seethes and shakes with contempt for being stripped and for allowing herself to be stripped. "I don't know how I can even walk down the stairs," she says with a smirk, unhooking and discarding Joanna's bra and groping the girl's breasts.
"Are you done?" Joanna mutters under her breath. It's the best she can do.
"Not at all," Shelly says. "But I'll give you a choice. You can come inside with me and get fucked, you can come inside with me and let my girls munch on your butt, or you can walk your sweet ass home naked so your momma can fuck you. What do you think it'll be, sexy?"
With tears in her eyes, Joanna glares silently at Shelly and ...
The three girls on bikes see Joanna stomping towards them and laugh. Just as Joanna sets foot on Shelly's front lawn, the door opens and there she is, wearing an open bathrobe and a smile, inviting her three little playthings inside and beckoning Joanna closer like she's just come here for book club. Shelly doesn't break eye contact with Joanna even when she's kissing the youngest and smallest of the girls with her tongue, keeps up her faux neighborly smile even as she strips her out of her clothes in broad daylight, even waves with one hand as she gives the young girl a smack on the butt to send her inside.
"Why hello, Joanie," Shelly Rose purrs. "It's such a pleasure to see you, all of you."
Joanna follows Shelly's gaze and sees that her treasonous pants are down, all the way down to her knees, exposing her sprawling, jiggling, bare, and sore butt to anyone who cares to look. Joanna balls her fists and grits her teeth.
"Can it, bitch" she growls, her anger getting ahead of her words. "It's bad enough to have you trying to get into my pants, but now you've got, you've got kids coming after me? And you're not, you're not, you ... not even hiding it!"
Shelly laughs, takes a step closer to Joanna. She's only a little taller than the big-butted teen, but her combination of wealth, confidence, and smugness makes her feel so much bigger. "Hey," the older woman says, "you seem really frustrated." She puts her hands on Joanna's, and Joanna starts to tremble with anger and fear and shame and a flood of other emotions she has no idea how to process.
Shelly Rose pulls herself a little closer to Joanna, continuing to speak. "I can talk to my girls if they're bothering you," she says. "They're young, they're experimenting, and I know they simply can't resist you." She's pulled herself flush with Joanna by now, letting her robe fall open, pressing herself against the trembling teen, reaching down and grabbing her still-exposed ass with both hands. Joanna looks up at the MILF's smiling, triumphant face and closes her eyes, silently cursing herself for falling for it. She feels Shelly's lips against hers and starts to cry.
"Shhh, I know, baby girl, I know, it's okay," Joanna says, kissing Joanna again. "It's okay to be wanted." Another kiss. "To be desired." Another kiss. "To be needed." A long, lingering kiss with her tongue, which Joanna does not resist. "And how could they resist you anyway? They see your gorgeous body every single day. And they've also seen the blogs, the memes, the stories, even the recipes."
At "recipes," Shelly squeezes Joanna's ass tight and pulls her closer, towards the door. Joanna opens her eyes and puts up some resistance to being bodily dragged into this lady's house, but mainly succeeds in stumbling and letting Shelly pull her pants completely down.
"Oh dear, oops," Shelly says, catching Joanna in her fall and just straight up fondling the poor teen's butt in public. "Clumsy me." She maintains eye contact with Joanna and lifts the girl's shirt up and over her head, dropping it to the ground. "I'm just a big mess today." Joanna seethes and shakes with contempt for being stripped and for allowing herself to be stripped. "I don't know how I can even walk down the stairs," she says with a smirk, unhooking and discarding Joanna's bra and groping the girl's breasts.
"Are you done?" Joanna mutters under her breath. It's the best she can do.
"Not at all," Shelly says. "But I'll give you a choice. You can come inside with me and get fucked, you can come inside with me and let my girls munch on your butt, or you can walk your sweet ass home naked so your momma can fuck you. What do you think it'll be, sexy?"
With tears in her eyes, Joanna glares silently at Shelly and ...
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