Second Course!
Neighborhood MILFs
chapter 22
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copier
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some_dude_guy
James decides to risk it and go downstairs to see Wanda. She didn’t tell him not to, and it’s pretty boring in her room without her. He tries the door and it’s unlocked (it wasn’t, once, when Wanda really wanted to mess with him), so he steps outside and heads downstairs.
Wanda is waiting for him in the kitchen, sipping tea and massaging her belly that’s still full of … him. She grins and raises her eyebrow coyly. “Well, looks like someone didn’t want to wait upstairs for his Big Mama,” she quips.
James stops, worried he’s done exactly the wrong thing. “I’m sorry, Big Mama,” he says. “I just thought—”
“There’s your problem,” Wanda interrupts with a smile. “Go on.”
“I just thought, well, you didn’t say you didn’t want me down here, and you usually come up right away if you want to have sex, so …”
Wanda lets James’ thought trail off unfinished, chuckles, and drinks one last swig of her tea. “Well, maybe your Big Mama was just finishing her tea, silly little meat boy.”
James gulps and apologizes.
“You’re always so cute when you’re afraid of me,” Wanda says, rising to her feet and approaching him like a fat lioness ready to pounce. “I like it. But you were also right. Big Mama’s still hungry.” She grabs him by the arms, drags him closer, presses him up against her full belly so he can feel what’s left of him inside there. “Big Mama hasn’t had her favorite meal in two months, and she was so nice to you she even let you pick how you got eaten for round one.” She turns him around, presses him hard against the wall, leans in and whispers hot and moist into his ear. “And now for round two, Big Mama wants to make it hurt for her little meat boy.”
At “hurt,” her mouth is on James’ neck. After “boy,” she bites him, hard, and keeps the pressure on until she’s broken the skin. James screams from the pain; Wanda lets him. She sucks on the new wound she’s made, drinks a little bit of blood, releases. James clamps his hand down on his neck to apply pressure. For the second time today, Wanda wipes James’ blood from her mouth.
“God, I’d forgotten how much I love your screams,” she laughs. “They make me so hungry and wet.” She slaps her belly, sending ripples and tsunamis of fat across her expanses of flesh. “Okay, enough dilly-dallying, time to eat you. Big Mama needs you to go and …”
Wanda is waiting for him in the kitchen, sipping tea and massaging her belly that’s still full of … him. She grins and raises her eyebrow coyly. “Well, looks like someone didn’t want to wait upstairs for his Big Mama,” she quips.
James stops, worried he’s done exactly the wrong thing. “I’m sorry, Big Mama,” he says. “I just thought—”
“There’s your problem,” Wanda interrupts with a smile. “Go on.”
“I just thought, well, you didn’t say you didn’t want me down here, and you usually come up right away if you want to have sex, so …”
Wanda lets James’ thought trail off unfinished, chuckles, and drinks one last swig of her tea. “Well, maybe your Big Mama was just finishing her tea, silly little meat boy.”
James gulps and apologizes.
“You’re always so cute when you’re afraid of me,” Wanda says, rising to her feet and approaching him like a fat lioness ready to pounce. “I like it. But you were also right. Big Mama’s still hungry.” She grabs him by the arms, drags him closer, presses him up against her full belly so he can feel what’s left of him inside there. “Big Mama hasn’t had her favorite meal in two months, and she was so nice to you she even let you pick how you got eaten for round one.” She turns him around, presses him hard against the wall, leans in and whispers hot and moist into his ear. “And now for round two, Big Mama wants to make it hurt for her little meat boy.”
At “hurt,” her mouth is on James’ neck. After “boy,” she bites him, hard, and keeps the pressure on until she’s broken the skin. James screams from the pain; Wanda lets him. She sucks on the new wound she’s made, drinks a little bit of blood, releases. James clamps his hand down on his neck to apply pressure. For the second time today, Wanda wipes James’ blood from her mouth.
“God, I’d forgotten how much I love your screams,” she laughs. “They make me so hungry and wet.” She slaps her belly, sending ripples and tsunamis of fat across her expanses of flesh. “Okay, enough dilly-dallying, time to eat you. Big Mama needs you to go and …”
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