Making it to and making out with Wanda
Neighborhood MILFs
chapter 19
by
copier
· original author:
some_dude_guy
Just as James touches the door handle, the floor creaks just loud enough for him to hear it over his mom's music. He hears the thundering of her feet as she walks towards the doorway to see who or what made the noise, and before she can leave the kitchen he's out the door, shutting it behind him, and sprinting down the road in the direction of Wanda's house. He stops running after two blocks so he can catch his breath. Maybe his mom noticed, maybe not, but for now he's in the clear.
Wanda doesn't live too far away, so walking there isn't a problem. He sends her a quick message before he starts:
Wanda sends another photo after that. She’s standing in the kitchen, still naked except for her glasses, smiling a broad smile and showing off the oven, stove top, sauces and spices, and her collection of incredibly sharp knives laid out for him. He knows them all well.
James gets to Wanda’s house even faster than he’d planned. He rings the doorbell and takes a moment to straighten his clothes like he’s dressed for a fancy dinner as opposed to: (1) wearing a regular T-shirt and gym shorts, and (2) being the fancy dinner.
Wanda opens the door, invites James in, closes and locks it. She’s still naked, and she’s even bigger than her last photos made her look. She’s got to be almost 600 pounds by now. She’s a couple inches shorter than James—5’3 to his 5’6—and by now she’s definitely wider than she is tall.
There is a brief awkward moment where they’re both just looking at each other and feeling their feelings, but then they hug. They kiss. Wanda sucks James’ tongue into her mouth for a while, forces her tongue into his, caresses his body up and down. James wraps his arms around her as he can, loving runs them along her soft fatty expanses of flesh, slowly grinds against her belly. Wanda all but tears his clothes off. He finishes the job by kicking off his shoes and peeling off his socks.
They’re still kissing as Wanda gently but firmly and irresistibly shoves him into the kitchen. They’re still kissing when she pushes him up onto the kitchen counter. They kiss until Wanda’s stomach rumbles like a passing jet, and only then does Wanda pull back, sweating, smiling, full of hunger and lust.
“I’m going to eat you now,” she informs him. “But I’m going to let you pick how. Don’t get used to that.”
Wanda bites James’ thigh hard—not hard enough to draw blood, but hard enough to notice. She releases and looks up at him. “How do you want me to eat you first?” she asks.
James is struggling not to come right away. He manages to just hold it together and answers …
Wanda doesn't live too far away, so walking there isn't a problem. He sends her a quick message before he starts:
On my way over, Big Mama. Should be there in about five, if Other Big Mama doesn't notice I'm gone and hunt me down.
About a minute later, Wanda's reply comes:
Good boy. Get here soon enough and I'll even let you pick how I eat you.
About a minute later, Wanda's reply comes:
Good boy. Get here soon enough and I'll even let you pick how I eat you.
Wanda sends another photo after that. She’s standing in the kitchen, still naked except for her glasses, smiling a broad smile and showing off the oven, stove top, sauces and spices, and her collection of incredibly sharp knives laid out for him. He knows them all well.
James gets to Wanda’s house even faster than he’d planned. He rings the doorbell and takes a moment to straighten his clothes like he’s dressed for a fancy dinner as opposed to: (1) wearing a regular T-shirt and gym shorts, and (2) being the fancy dinner.
Wanda opens the door, invites James in, closes and locks it. She’s still naked, and she’s even bigger than her last photos made her look. She’s got to be almost 600 pounds by now. She’s a couple inches shorter than James—5’3 to his 5’6—and by now she’s definitely wider than she is tall.
There is a brief awkward moment where they’re both just looking at each other and feeling their feelings, but then they hug. They kiss. Wanda sucks James’ tongue into her mouth for a while, forces her tongue into his, caresses his body up and down. James wraps his arms around her as he can, loving runs them along her soft fatty expanses of flesh, slowly grinds against her belly. Wanda all but tears his clothes off. He finishes the job by kicking off his shoes and peeling off his socks.
They’re still kissing as Wanda gently but firmly and irresistibly shoves him into the kitchen. They’re still kissing when she pushes him up onto the kitchen counter. They kiss until Wanda’s stomach rumbles like a passing jet, and only then does Wanda pull back, sweating, smiling, full of hunger and lust.
“I’m going to eat you now,” she informs him. “But I’m going to let you pick how. Don’t get used to that.”
Wanda bites James’ thigh hard—not hard enough to draw blood, but hard enough to notice. She releases and looks up at him. “How do you want me to eat you first?” she asks.
James is struggling not to come right away. He manages to just hold it together and answers …
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