Texting with Wanda
Neighborhood MILFs
chapter 18
by
copier
· original author:
some_dude_guy
James is still debating where to go once he gets out of the house when his phone buzzes. He looks down and sees a message from a number he hasn't seen in months: Wanda's. It reads:
The next messages comes in. It's a picture from three months ago, when things with Katie and Wanda were still looking good. In the photo, James is lying naked on a lit grill, smiling despite the pain of being cooked alive, as an equally-naked Wanda slops seasoned oil on him with a basting brush and Katie (also naked, with her hair tied very far back) makes a goofy face with his dick in her mouth.
He remembers that day very well. It did hurt like hell being cooked alive, it always hurts, but it also felt so good to know that he was satisfying both women in as many ways as he could. And yes, he knew it was beyond fucked up to be dating a girl two years younger than him and fucking her mom on the side and getting eaten by one of them on the reg and the other on “special occasions,” but he was just doing what he could with what he had. Plus, it turned out that (1) having his dick sucked while he was roasting alive felt soooooo damn good and (2) never knowing whether Wanda was about to fuck him or eat him meant every moment with her was a new and thrilling experience.
James types out a quick response:
Wanda gives that a heart emoji. A few moments later, she sends him a photo of herself, still naked, sitting at her desk. Wanda was a big woman all the way back when James first met her, but now she must weigh more than 500 pounds. Her big, flowing, white belly spills out onto the top of her kitchen table—a table James has spent a (i)lot of time on. Her H-cup breasts rest on top of her belly, her nipples half-erect. She’s smiling her normal “I know I’m in charge” smile, arching an eyebrow over her thick glasses. She’s trimmed her hair a bit, but it’s as red and curly as ever. James can just make out an empty plate in front of her belly.
She sends him another text:
Downstairs, James hears the garage door close suddenly. A moment later, he hears “Feed My Frankenstein” playing on his mom’s Bluetooth speaker. He instinctively gets up and starts putting his shoes on. If he’s going to get out of the house, he needs to move fast; when Paula starts playing Alice Cooper, she has something nasty in mind. James pops his head out of the door, doesn’t see his mom with a giant net or anything, and starts sneaking out of the house while sending his reply:
James is down the stairs now. He risks a glance into the kitchen and sees his mom, naked, dancing and twerking. If Wanda has gained a lot of weight, Paula has gained a (i}lot of weight; James’ mom tips the scales at close to 800 pounds these days. Some of that is him, some of that is the other people she eats and doesn’t resurrect. It looks like she’s setting the kitchen up to cook someone—multiple someones, even. If his mom is planning something big, she’s going to be pissed if he isn’t there for her—and whoever else she’s invited—to eat. But Paula also doesn’t half-ass these “family dinners” either; she’s bound to have lots and lots of people on the menu for tonight. Maybe, maybe she’ll just … get along without him?
James’ phone buzzes. Paula stops dancing for a moment. James ducks out of sight, hoping his mom didn’t see him. He glances down at Wanda’s answer:
His heart racing, James sends a heart emoji reply, moves as quickly and quietly towards the front door as he can. He reaches for the handle, winces as the floorboards creak just a little, and …
Hi, lunchmeat. Long time, no see. Miss you.
The next messages comes in. It's a picture from three months ago, when things with Katie and Wanda were still looking good. In the photo, James is lying naked on a lit grill, smiling despite the pain of being cooked alive, as an equally-naked Wanda slops seasoned oil on him with a basting brush and Katie (also naked, with her hair tied very far back) makes a goofy face with his dick in her mouth.
He remembers that day very well. It did hurt like hell being cooked alive, it always hurts, but it also felt so good to know that he was satisfying both women in as many ways as he could. And yes, he knew it was beyond fucked up to be dating a girl two years younger than him and fucking her mom on the side and getting eaten by one of them on the reg and the other on “special occasions,” but he was just doing what he could with what he had. Plus, it turned out that (1) having his dick sucked while he was roasting alive felt soooooo damn good and (2) never knowing whether Wanda was about to fuck him or eat him meant every moment with her was a new and thrilling experience.
James types out a quick response:
Miss you too, Big Mama.
Wanda gives that a heart emoji. A few moments later, she sends him a photo of herself, still naked, sitting at her desk. Wanda was a big woman all the way back when James first met her, but now she must weigh more than 500 pounds. Her big, flowing, white belly spills out onto the top of her kitchen table—a table James has spent a (i)lot of time on. Her H-cup breasts rest on top of her belly, her nipples half-erect. She’s smiling her normal “I know I’m in charge” smile, arching an eyebrow over her thick glasses. She’s trimmed her hair a bit, but it’s as red and curly as ever. James can just make out an empty plate in front of her belly.
She sends him another text:
Are you gonna keep me waiting for long? I’m wasting away without my favorite meal.
Downstairs, James hears the garage door close suddenly. A moment later, he hears “Feed My Frankenstein” playing on his mom’s Bluetooth speaker. He instinctively gets up and starts putting his shoes on. If he’s going to get out of the house, he needs to move fast; when Paula starts playing Alice Cooper, she has something nasty in mind. James pops his head out of the door, doesn’t see his mom with a giant net or anything, and starts sneaking out of the house while sending his reply:
I’m on my way! But are you sure this is a good idea? Katie was really mad after … that.
James is down the stairs now. He risks a glance into the kitchen and sees his mom, naked, dancing and twerking. If Wanda has gained a lot of weight, Paula has gained a (i}lot of weight; James’ mom tips the scales at close to 800 pounds these days. Some of that is him, some of that is the other people she eats and doesn’t resurrect. It looks like she’s setting the kitchen up to cook someone—multiple someones, even. If his mom is planning something big, she’s going to be pissed if he isn’t there for her—and whoever else she’s invited—to eat. But Paula also doesn’t half-ass these “family dinners” either; she’s bound to have lots and lots of people on the menu for tonight. Maybe, maybe she’ll just … get along without him?
James’ phone buzzes. Paula stops dancing for a moment. James ducks out of sight, hoping his mom didn’t see him. He glances down at Wanda’s answer:
Katie’s away on Spring Break, we can worry about her later. If you hurry your sweet ass over here, maybe we can talk some more about that …
His heart racing, James sends a heart emoji reply, moves as quickly and quietly towards the front door as he can. He reaches for the handle, winces as the floorboards creak just a little, and …
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