My name is Ike.
I'm a 23 year old college grad. I have black feathery and fluffy hair that hangs in front of my eyes a little bit. My lips are nice and plush. My skin pale with light freckles across my nose. I'm very skinny and have been described as 'cute' throughout my life, rather than handsome.
I was always naturally hairless, and rather than let that create insecurities, it was actually a blessing. I had a lot of... experience... in college. As a natural switch, I kept a firm effort to keep myself smelling nice and keeping clean, even if I hadn't bottomed in a really long time. I didn't really like receiving in bed all that much, but douching just felt nice more than anything.
I was emo during high school which contributed to my overall aesthetic. Naturally I grew out of that in college, and dress a little more punk nowadays, I had yet to earn a battle jacket though. Usually dressed in either a cut off graphic tee, or a tight white shirt with dark pants and black sneakers.
I'm currently staying with my parents to save on rent while I look for a full time job. I live in the Midwest of the United States, where the winters are harsh, and the summers are beautiful. My neighborhood was always quiet and nice too.
This story isn't just about me though, sorry...
In our neighborhood of the suburban Midwest, there's a woman that lives by herself down the block. Nobody knows why she's alone, but it's certainly an oddity in suburbia, a single person with an entire house to themselves. On top of that she took poor care of the place. It was a very small one story black tiled house with a screen porch. Her fence was chain linked and covered in weeds and overgrowth. Her lawn was mowed maybe three times a year, creating a brown and uneven patch of a front lawn.
Her name is Megan. She's gotta be in her mid to late 30s at least. She had no plastic surgery from what we could tell though. Her face was slightly weathered and she had some lines, but she wasn't wrinkly or hag-like. At least the alabaster foundation she wore was covering it if so.
She was also huge. She stood about 6 foot something, towering over most of us. Her hips were wide and motherly, there was a voluptuousness to her curves. Her rack and ass were massive, slightly sagging with age and weight. She'd often wear baggy shirts that still managed to cling to her body. She'd be seen in sweats or pajama bottoms a lot too.
However, Megan was rude, confrontational, and miserly. Her reputation got to the point where she was essentially isolated by the rest of the neighborhood, not really seeming to affect her much. If anything it seemed to be her preference.
I never really met her, I saw her time to time, watching me on her front porch, chain smoking a pack. Sometimes I'd see her make small talk with the young man who delivered the paper, he clearly looked uncomfortable. My best friend Michael lived next door to her, and he made a point to tell us to never interact with her. His parents as well doubled down on this.
There were rumors that she was a bit of a cougar, and aggressively went after young men. Michael told me himself she tried hitting on him one time, that it was the most uncomfortable experience of his life. That his parents literally needed to come out and tell her to back off.
I remember when I was visiting home my Freshman year of college one time for Independence Day. Michael and I were tossing the football back and forth. When it accidentally sailed over his fence into her backyard, I remember the absolute dread on his face.
I went over to go get it and knocked on her door.
She stood over me, hands on her hips. Her voice was husky. A deeper feminine tone.
"Yeah? Whaddyou want?"
"I... uh, we accidentally threw our ball into your yard, I was wondering if I could grab it super quick?"
"That right?" She took a puff of her lit cigarette and blew away from my face.
"...Yeah... sorry ma'am."
"Well. Since you have such good manners, I don't see the harm. Come on."
She gestured inside and walked through her house. I followed meekly.
The house smelled of dust and cigarette smoke. It was surprisingly cleaner inside, but certainly wasn't too appealing. "Don't touch any of my stuff, 'kay?" She rasped, but had a serious look in her eye as she turned slightly.
"No. Of course not."
"Mm. Good, I like a man that's obedient."
She took me to the back door. A shoddy glass door with a broken screen covering it. I looked to the left to see a laundry room, and a bedroom.
"Well?"
I snapped to, and saw that she was holding the back door open for me. I'd been staring at her bedroom awkwardly for a little bit.
"What? Did you wanna get in bed with me instead?"
My face turned bright red as I let out a nervous chuckle.
"Uh... haha... no, sorry I just... your house is very nice."
"Isn't it? It's an antique. I can show you around more some if ya want honey..." She grinned.
"Uh... no sorry, I need to get back..." My voice rose an octave as I pushed past her into the back yard.
It was covered in patches of dirt and dried up grass, hardly a backyard. There was a kiddie pool that she used during the summer, now filled with brown water and leaves. I saw the football right in the middle of the filthy yard and grabbed it.
I threw it back over the fence.
Megan was standing in the frame of her back door, waiting for me to come back inside.
"You boys can play in my yard if you'd like..." She called out, "Not like I'm using it for anything..."
"Oh... no thanks Ms. Megan. I think Mike and I are heading back in..."
"Suit yourself sweetheart." She chuffed, "Come by again sometime, I didn't know Mike had such cuties for friends..."
"Ah... sure Ms. Megan. If I have the time..."
I quickly used the side path around her house to get back to Mike's. Not going back into that house ever again.
When I saw Mike, he was inside, he'd been watching through a window.
"She's a fucking creep right?"
"Holy shit dude, what the fuck was that?"
"I know! She said the same kinda shit to me!" Mike quietly exclaimed.
Since then I'd also made an extremely conscious effort to avoid Megan and her house. As did seemingly everybody, and now I know why.
When Megan wasn't antagonizing the neighborhood, she was going out of her way to flirt with every man in their 20s. She clearly had a type as well. Michael was a little beefier than I was, but was still rather skinny. She clearly liked men who were shorter than her.
One year, Mike said he saw the pizza delivery guy, a dude we knew from high school, drop off some food for her. He said Megan practically forced him inside her house. He heard awful things coming from next door, and within three hours he saw him come outside like he'd seen the devil and speed off in his car.
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We cut to now.
I'm living with my parents and so is Mike. Along with our two other friends who we were close with. Their names were John and Marcus. We had known them since middle school. Our dynamic was basically a set of two best friends who ended up together in one group. Mike and I were inseparable, and Marcus and John were the same. That doesn't mean we hated each other, it was simply the vibe.
We were all working dead-end jobs, part time, until we were wealthy enough to move into a place together or get our own apartments in the city. Either way, we were a set of four post-grad losers living with our parents.
One night we were at Marcus' house getting drunk. His parents were away and he was housesitting.
About six beers in, we were all pretty buzzed. It was then that we started doing our favorite game, 'What are the odds?'
'What are the odds?', for those who don't know, is basically a game between two people.
One person will initiate a dare of some kind, the recipient of the dare will set a range of numbers between 1 and however high they choose. Someone counts the two people down and if they guess the same exact number then that person MUST do the dare no matter what. You cannot back out, it's purely honor rules however.
"What are the odds I piss on your Dad's bed?" John slurred, giggling.
"Fuck no! I'm not doing that bro." Marcus argued.
"Come ooooooon, what are the odds?!" I cheered.
"1 in 50 Marcus, come on dawg." Mike laughed.
"1 in 500!" Marcus argued.
"Bet." John burped.
"Fine, 1 in 500."
"Yes! Okay ready?"
"Yeah" Marcus and John said in unison.
"3. 2. 1. Go!"
"37"
"139"
"FUCK!" John yelled.
"Why did you wanna piss on my Dad's sheets so bad you fucking animal! Go use the fucking toilet!"
We laughed as John stumbled his way to the bathroom, defeated.
"Okay... Mike." said Marcus
"Yeah."
"What are the odds... make us dinner."
"The fuck? Am I your mom?"
"Come OOOOOOOOOONNNN I don't wanna spend money to get five pizzas that you fucks won't even finish."
"What do you mean?"
"BRO! Look at Ike! The dude could eat a fucking leaf of salad and would be set for the whole day! You guys NEVER finish the shit I buy for you. In fact! Now that I'm bringing this up, you're lucky I'm even asking you 'what the odds are' from all the food you made me waste!"
"Okay fine fine. Chill. 1 in 25."
"1 in 15."
"1 in 20." Marcus negotiated.
"Fine 1 in 20."
"You know how to make filet mignon right Mike?" I chuckled.
"Shut up. Marcus is gonna order us those pies I swear it."
"Swear on this 1 in 20 bitch-ass, you ready?"
"Yeah, Ike, count us down."
"3... 2... 1..."
"19!"
"18!"
"DAMNIT!"
"I fucking told you Ike, this bitch is gonna pay for our pizza tonight." Mike triumphed.
"Ike! I swear to god, if I order this, and I see you only put away one fucking slice, I'm gonna make you pay for it."
"I'll eat at least two! Promise!" I laughed.
I heard the toilet flush, as John stumbled out of the bathroom. He made a noise to get our attention.
"Gentlemen." He said, "Whilst I was on Marcus' toilet, I thought of one most diabolical indeed."
"Why are you talking like that?"
"Okay shoot, what is it." Mike beamed.
"Ike. You haven't done one yet. Would you say you're the hottest one in this room?"
"I mean..." I looked around at the other two in the room.
"The fuck?" Marcus crooked an eyebrow.
"Fuck you." Mike sneered.
"Arguably, yeah." I chuckled.
"Okay. You're next for this one. I'm not gonna tell you what it is, you have to agree to it."
"Oh bro don't make him suck your dick come on." Mike lectured.
"I'm NOT!" John said, "I'm not gonna do anything gay okay?!"
"Okay sure, I agree, what is it."
"You gotta shake my hand first, this means you can't back out, okay?"
"Okay fine!"
I stood in front of John, the room snickering as John made a whole scene out of this. I took his hand and shook it.
"Good?" I asked, annoyed.
"Okay okay! Ike... I dare you... shit, I mean...what are the odds that you go to Megan's house and ask her on a date."
"OOooooooooooooo" Marcus bellowed, excited.
"Fuck no, do something else man, that's fucked." Mike laughed, half serious.
"No no. Ike stepped up, Ike has to pick a number now."
"No it's fine." I laughed, "Okay for that it's gotta be high."
"1 in 5" John said.
"Fuck no." I fired back, "Let's see..."
"Ike, for real man, you don't have to do this one."
"Yes he does! He stepped up!" Marcus pointed.
"Okay. 1 in 2000."
"Ugh... that high?" John whined.
"Bro you're asking me to ask out MEGAN! That's lowballing it if anything!"
"Alright alright fair enough... fine... Marcus count us down."
"You sure about this man?" Mike laughed nervously.
"Nah, bet. Let's do this." I said, oozing confidence.
"Okay... 3... 2..."
My heart began to pound, no way we'd guess the same number, no fucking way.
"...1..."
Time slowed down as I looked at John's lips move in tandem with mine as we both said the first number that came to mind.
"1899!"
"1899!"
My smile dropped.
The room went silent.
Mike and Marcus' jaws went to the floor.
John went bug eyed.
My face went paler than a ghost.
Marcus and John broke the silence erupted in an obnoxious cackle that probably woke up the neighbors as they both cheered and pointed at me. We were all in awe.
I turned to Mike, who looked as if he was in shock, looking at me and John. Double taking glances, both of us wondering if we truly lived in a reality where I had hit a number between 1 in 2000. That I was truly doomed to such a horrible fate.
"No." Mike said, almost silently, "No way."
"Huh?"
"Bro he can't do that come on." Mike's smile was completely gone.
"Yes he can! AND HE WILL! You are gonna get that perfect ass to Megan's door!" John laughed drunkenly, pointing at me again.
I stammered.
"Oh my GOD! That's so FUCKING funny!" Marcus roared.
I couldn't speak.
I had to do it.
"Okay... no it's fine..." I said. Mainly to calm myself down, "I just need to ask her out right?"
"Yep!"
"Yezzur!"
"So I don't actually have to go out with her though..."
"Fuck. I should have included that."
"You'd break the poor woman's heart Ike!" Marcus pouted sarcastically
"See? Yeah Mike it's chill I can do that." I calmed down.
"If you're sure bro..." Mike looked warily at me.
"Yeah no it's fine. I'll ask her out then just ditch her."
"WOOO!" John cheered.
"Holy fucking shit, this is gonna be so funny..." Marcus started cackling again.
We agreed that we wouldn't do it tonight, because they wanted me to look 'presentable for my date'
We spent the rest of the night drinking, but I couldn't shake off the nerves. I remember the stories, the rumors, all of it. They kept poking fun at me the whole night, except for Mike.
That night he texted me after we went home.
"You good?"
"Yeah lol. Just a little nervous."
"You can just not man, what are they gonna do?"
"I lost dude, I can't go back on that. It'll be fine."
"If you're sure. Just like... call me if you need help haha... fr tho... Megan is like dangerous dude, just like cut and run if you have to."
"Wym dangerous?"
"Dw about it, you know how she is, she's a mega bitch. Ugly fucking hag that likes to hit on college guys. You know? Just stay safe okay?"
"For sure. Lol."
I went to bed a few minutes later.
***
I woke up the next day, getting myself cleaned up and presentable, knowing I'd have to face the terror down the street at some point today.
I got a call from Marcus not too long after I'd finished.
"Oh IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIKKKEEE!!!~"
"...Yeah Marcus?..."
"You know what time it is buddy!"
"You sure you weren't too drunk to remember?"
"Positive bro! Old Ike is getting a new girlfriend today!"
"Yeah I know, I heard you the 50th time..."
"Yo come outside, Mike and John are at work today but I'm here to verify that you don't bitch out last second."
"I'm not going to! I'm just gonna ask her out and then leave. Okay?"
"I'll believe it when I see it hot stuff."
He hung up.
As I continued to get ready, I stalled as much as I could, cleaning everywhere just so I could feel somewhat confident.
I heard my mom from downstairs.
"Honeeyyyyyyy!" She yelled.
"Yeah?!" I called back.
"Marcus is here!"
"Yeah I know!" I shouted back, irritated.
When I came down I saw Marcus at the dining table, enjoying some leftovers from my fridge. He smiled wide.
"Hey Marcus." I glowered.
"Hey buddy! You ready??"
"Ready for what?" My mom called from the kitchen.
"Nothing mom, I lost a dare last night."
"A dare?? Ooooo what kind of dare?"
"Just a stupid one, it's nothing." I lied.
"Ah well, just make sure my son comes back okay Marcus, alright?"
"Of course Mrs. McCready! I'll make sure he's okay. By the way, your food, as always is incredible..."
"Well thank you Marcus! Ike doesn't give me nearly enough compliments on my cooking, I'm happy to hear it."
He winked at me, I sneered back.
As we left the house, my heart was pounding, Marcus putting an arm around me as he escorted me down the street towards Megan's house.
"What the fuck was that with my mom?"
"Your mom's got good cooking! Way better than mine. Plus if she finds out, she'll murder me. I wanna make sure I'm on her good side, so I appreciate you covering me back there.""Regretting it by the second."
"Relax bro, you just go up there, and you ask her out, then you dip, right?"
"Yep... right..."
We were a few houses away. My legs were turning into jelly. My throat began to close up, my shoulders tensed and felt like they weighed 100 pounds. I started to shake.
"Bro calm down!" Marcus laughed, "I'm right here, if she tries something I'll step in."
"No you won't."
"No you're right I won't. HOWEVER! If things truly do get bad, I'll call the cops. What's she gonna do though? Murder you in the street?"
"She might. If she finds out."
"Then make it convincing!"
We stopped in front of her house.
"Besides, we're here! Your turn stud! I'll be in that bush, possibly recording everything. If there's any emergency for any reason, text me the word 'Pizza' and then I'll spring into action."
"You'd better not fucking record this." I threatened.
"I mean... depends how funny it is..."
I growled and pushed him slightly, he laughed and went behind a nearby bush in front of Mike's house.
I gave a deep breath. My heart pounding in my ears now as her darkened porch glared at me. I tightened my fists, and walked forward. In and out, in and out. Tell her how pretty she is. You want to go on a date, give her a fake number, avoid her for the rest of time.
As I stepped past the screen door and approached her doorbell, I paused.
One more deep breath.
*DING-DONG*
I felt like puking.
No answer.
I turned to the bush, I saw Marcus watch with anticipation. He mouthed, 'one more time' to me.
I rolled my eyes.
I gulped.
*DING-DONG*
Another period of silence.
A harsh voice stabbed through the void of her house, hitting me in my chest as it panged with a wave of anxiety.
"WHO IS IT?!"
I saw a looming shadow of a figure storm through the house.
"Uhm! It's-It's Ike! From down the street ma'am! I think we may have-"
CREEAAAAAAAAAAAAAK~~
"If it's those fucking sales guys again! I swear to fucking god!" She yelled.
The old wooden door squealed open, as the older woman ripped through the darkness behind her. Lit cigarette in her mouth. Megan was wearing a stained white shirt and pink sweats, barely containing the vast ocean of fertile lumps across her massive frame.
"Oh!"
Her horrifying expression immediately softened upon seeing it was me standing before her.
"Well hello dear..." She smiled seductively, her pink lips widening.
"H-hi..." My voice broke, "...Uh... I'm not sure if you remember me... I hang out with Mike next door sometimes..."
"Mmhmm. I know you. You came over one time, right? Couldn't stop looking at my bed..."
"Y-yeah th-that was me..." I laughed nervously.
I couldn't look at her in the eyes. I felt her gaze burn into me as I choked on the cigarette smoke blasting in my face.
"Got something to say?" Her eyebrow crooked.
"Y-yeah... I just... uh..." I stammered
My eyes flicked over to the bush, I couldn't see Marcus.
"Well?! You come here to stare or what?" She snapped.
Her attitude shift made me jump.
"Uhm! I... I think you're really pretty! I wanted to know if you'd go out with me sometime!"
The porch was silent.
She said nothing, changed her pose, her hip out with a hand on it while her head cocked to the side, an eyebrow raised still.
"That right?"
"Y-yeah."
I held back the urge to puke.
"So... you like me then?"
"Yes."
"How old are you anyway?"
"23."
"Mmmmh..." She growled.
I saw her fist tighten on her side, frustrated.
"A little young aren't you? You sure you can handle me?"
"I'm sure. I just..."
My eyes flicked to the bush again to see if Marcus was recording. I saw nothing.
"...I've just always looked at you, and been... too scared to ask... I've always thought you were really really pretty, and I really wanted to go out with you..."
He better not have fucking recorded that.
"That's so cute..." She sighed, as if she could barely contain herself.
She let out a delighted grunt, high pitched and womanly, giddy with excitement as she stepped forwards.
She came inches away from me and put a hand on my cheek, stroking me with her massive thumb. Her hands were soft, disturbingly soft. I still didn't look at her, but I could hear her breathing get heavier.
"I'm not a traditional woman you know? You okay with that?"
"Yeah, that's fine... even better..." I cringed.
"Well I think I fancy you too sweetheart."
"Oh well that's great. Thanks Megan." I shuddered, "I should really-"
"-Only problem though..." She spoke slowly, seductively, each word a decisive action
"Problem?"
"I don't like dates."
"Oh that's too bad then I guess I sh-" I turned to leave.
A massive hand smacked onto my shoulder, holding me in place. My lower lip retreated into my mouth as I grimaced. My legs attached to the wooden floor.
"Where you going?"
"I-I-I I thought that you didn't-"
"-You didn't let me finish."
"Oh okay." I squeaked.
She leaned in, ominously, a massive breast pushing into my shoulder, making me realize in that moment that she definitely didn't have a bra on. Her hard nipple was poking into me. Her hungering mouth dripping next to my ear, a few inches away.
"I said I don't like dates. I prefer something more intimate."
"Oh... i-is that right?" I gulped
"Yeah. Too much small talk, too much bullshit. I say we skip to the chase... you know... what we both REALLY want... instead of... what.. taking me to some stupid movie?"
"Y-yeah something like that probably."
"Uh huh. What then?" She tightened her grip.
"Food! Restaurant maybe?" My voice went up an octave.
"And then?" She growled.
"W-we'd just go back to our houses... I guess?"
She tutted.
"That's not how you treat a lady. You take her on a date, you pay for her meal, then you take her back to her place. You take her inside, tongue-wrestle a while, then fuck each other's brains out. Right? A handsome boy like you should know how it works."
"R...right..."
"All that other shit is just superficial and a waste of my fucking time. We'd both just be pretending, lying to each other versus what we both REALLY want, right? Us. Naked. In the same bed..."
"Oh... totally..." I nearly puked, physically repulsed by the thought.
"That's what I thought. We both like each other don't we? Both have little high school crushes on each other? Hm?"
She massaged my shoulder, harshly digging into my muscle. She was strong, way stronger than me or anybody I'd ever met.
"Yeah..." I squeaked again.
"We both clearly wanna get in bed with each other... so let's do this instead... we'll do some roleplay, how about that?" Her breathing got heavier, still leaning into the side of my face, her humid breath hitting the insides of my ear.
"Okay... sure... yeah..." I stammered.
"Here's the setup. You asked me out, you and I went and saw some shitty movie. You took me to a fancy restaurant and couldn't keep your eyes off me, you couldn't wait to bring me home, rip the clothes off me, and see what a REAL woman was all about. Of course I wanted the same, and since you were such a gentlemen, I invited you back home, and now we're here. Skipping to the end..."
"O-oh y-you mean..."
"I do. Isn't that a little more honest between us? Now that all the bullshit is out of the way..." She cooed.
"I don't think I... uh... I just needed to stop by and tell you... I don't think I have the time..."
"Yes you do." She grunted, "Get in the house."
"Oh that's- wait--"
Her hand went to the small of my back, then with shocking strength, started to push me into her house. She herded me in like cattle.
My legs moving on their own as her iron grip kept pushing me into the yawning void of her house. I was swallowed up in the cigarette-stained miasmic darkness, the door slamming behind her as she pushed me inside.
'Marcus was going to do something right?! This was a code red! Marcus?!' My thoughts raced.
As soon as we were alone, she let out a guttural growl as she stood behind me. I couldn't move.
"What's your name cutie..."
"...Ike..."
"Well Ike... thank you for such a wonderful date. Why don't you and I get more comfortable with each other..."
"Uh...Ms. Megan..." I cringed.
"Ma'am or Momma in this house baby."
"M-Ma'am. I-"
"-Go sit on the couch."
She pushed past me, her hand gliding across my back seductively as she stalked past and went into her bedroom.
I stood there, the exit right behind me.
'I could leave right now... but... she knows where I live... literally down the street... maybe I can just play along for right now... as soon as I think of an excuse I'll get the fuck out..." I thought
Something loomed over me like eyes glaring into my soul, stopping me from leaving. Instead I slowly made my way to the dusty couch.
My heart pounded even harder as I sat directly in the middle, facing an old tv.
As I held my hands together, my leg bouncing, I looked at a massive collection of DVD's on the TV stand.
I saw one that was sitting out, missing its disk. I could barely see the cover but the title read, "MOMMA'S BOYS GONE WILD! 5"
Clearly a porno.
Curiosity got the better of me. I slowly got up and picked up the case. On the cover was... oh my god...
On the cover was Megan?! She was a lot younger, but still didn't look too different. Her body was a little perkier and tighter, her face lacking in wrinkle or line. She had a hand on her hip, pushing out into the butt of a bent over boy. She was clad in tight pink bikinis. I got an even better look at her massive cleavage. Two massive creamy round boobs, long and jiggly, full of round fat, barely contained by the skimpy bikini.
Her crotch obscured by the guy backing it up on her... but what kind of porn was this?
Before I could analyze any further, I heard the bedroom door open and put the case on the coffee table. I sat down again quickly, waiting for the monster to enter the room.
She came in, the same stained XXXL shirt covering her groin as I realized she'd completely discarded her pants, exposing thick creamy thighs that had seen the effects of age. Slightly saggier than her younger self, and small subtle pockets of cellulite forming. Her hips were huge, soft, and wide. Her ass was MASSIVE, and frankly mouthwatering. Her legs would jiggle and sway with each creaking step.
I gulped as she stood over me now, her chest heaving. I could feel the heat from her body even as I sat feet away from her.
"You look nervous baby... you nervous?"
"N-no. Just. Really need to get home soon I think."
"That right?" She breathed.
*CREAK* *CREAK* *CREAK*
Her steps slowly stalking towards me as I stared forwards.
She was inches away from me now. I focused on the table below me, terrified. Her legs in full view though as she loomed over me.
Then I felt her sit beside me. Her weight crushing down on the cushions, pulling me closer to her. A massive arm moved around my shoulder, holding me next to her.
I kept my hands between my legs, my shoulders raised high, my head slouched as I nervously darted my eyes around the room, looking for any means of escape.
Her hand lazily stroked a circle on my exposed shoulder, dancing across my skin with her index finger. Her other hand coming to my face and tucking some hair behind my ear, playing with my scalp.
She brought one massive leg over the other, crossing them while her massive foot slowly bounced in the air.
"So Ike..." She whispered, "You in college?"
"I... I was... I just graduated..."
"Mhm. All grown up then?"
"Uh yeah... something like that... just... looking for jobs... you know..." I giggled nervously, trying to ease the mountain of sexual tension sitting next to me.
"That why you still live with your parents?"
"Yeah... yeah we're just... saving on rent for now..."
"I bet it's because you missed your Mommy, didn't you? Huh Momma's boy?"
"Well, yeah I love my parents too I guess..." Nervously laughing off that comment again.
"You're a little Momma's boy. I can tell."
"I don't know about that..." I trailed off.
I specifically wasn't, in fact I had a disdain for the term mommy or daddy being thrown around. I could barely contain my disgust in that moment as well.
"It's fine sweetie, I love Momma's boys. I think you're exactly my type."
"Oh well... that's good then I suppose..."
"Am I your type?"
"Oh. Uhm. Y-yeah totally."
"You don't sound sure." Her tone dropped, "What kind of women are you into."
"Like... just the usual stuff... you know... just... women... and-and guys too... I guess..."
"Oh a little bit of a fruit are we? I should have guessed. You carry yourself like a real slut."
"Oh, haha, yeah. I guess so."
"I bet you got plenty of action in school, didn't you?"
"Yeah. A bit. In college."
"I bet it was more than just a bit, you probably got tossed around like a ragdoll. Didn't you?"
"I... I definitely fooled around some..." I kept trying to laugh off the invasive comments.
"What kind of women did you like?"
"Just like..." I looked over at her wide muffin top that was pressed into my side, "...s...skinny..."
"Skinny? That's it? That's what your type was?" Her tone dropped again, aggressively prodding at a clear non-answer.
"Y-yeah..."
"You poor baby. You didn't have any fun did you? Those skinny whores couldn't give you what you wanted so you tried dick too, and even those fairies couldn't give it to you..." She mocked me with false worry and concern.
Not at all how it happened by the way.
"Don't worry sweetie..."
Her hand came from my hair, and put her disturbingly soft palm against the cheek facing away from her, pulling my face closer to hers as she leaned down.
Her lips pressing firmly into my other cheek. Sandwiching my face between her massive hand and her puckering juicy kiss that was marking the side of my face with a hot pink stain.
She held me there for a long and disgusting ten seconds. Making a cooing noise as she smooched the side of my face. Pressing so hard against me that she was mashing my cheeks together as I cringed through it. I had to fight back the urge to yank my head away.
Finally with a gross and salivary click of her lips, she parted from my face, leaving a bright kiss mark on my cheek, a spot of her spit sticking to it.
"...Mama's gonna give you the best of both worlds..." She whispered.
My body shuddered. What the fuck did she mean by that.
She pulled away from me, standing up abruptly.
"I'll be right back. Stay right there sweetheart."
She quickly walked back to her bedroom.
I was horrified, this woman had forced me into her house and I couldn't escape!
I snagged my phone from my pocket. I saw a text from Marcus.
"BROOO NO WAY! Did she just invite you inside?! BRO YOU WENT IN?! Dawg how is it in there tell me rn."
I rolled my eyes, frustrated, I quickly texted back.
"Yo Marcus, get me tf out of here man!"
He didn't respond. What the fuck was he doing right now?!
Before I could respond with 'PIZZA' in all caps, I heard a loud CREAK behind me.
"Who are you texting." Megan glowered.
"UH! N-NOBODY! MY PARENTS! *Ahem* My parents... they wanted to know where I was! They're probably getting worried about me so!-"
She pulled the phone from my hand.
"Oh wait! I really need-"
Before I could finish, she opened a drawer in the kitchen and threw my phone in, slamming it shut.
She turned towards me, a hungry look in her eyes.
"No phones. Your parents can wait." She growled.
"Yeah but... I should really... let them know... you know so they're not worried?"
"We're on a date. You and me. Not your bitch of a mom, and not your pathetic dad. You're a grown man, they'll be fine."
"Yeah but-"
"HEY!" She snapped.
I jumped in my seat. My mouth sewn shut.
"Don't be rude. Do what I say. It's our first date remember..."
"Right." I whispered meekly.
"Good..." She breathed, returning to her previous seductive state.
She thundered towards me, a small black makeup bag in her hand. In quick succession she approached me and threw a leg over me. The humid crotch opening above me as she came down on top of me. Then she slammed her full weight down on my lap. The air nearly knocked out of me as she dropped her body weight on me. Her fleshy and ample thighs locking me in place as they trapped me between them. Her massive ass pinning me down, my legs essentially paralyzed. Her crotch against mine. My heard trapped in a disgustingly humid pocket in between her breasts. My neck caught in a guillotine while my head was forced to look up at her, pushing her breasts and admittedly tight belly firmly into my tiny frame. I was enveloped in a tight hug of couch fabric and hot skin. My arms only able to pathetically flail from underneath her.
She smelled of cigarette ash, old beer, and BO. I could feel her skin, sweaty and hot, stain mine as she rubbed it into me.
Her hands were perched on either side of me, resting on the top of the couch.
She looked down at me, smiling.
"Now..." She whispered, reaching over to her makeup bag.
She slowly pulled out a metal cylinder of hot pink lipstick. Despite her mouth being covered in a fresh and moist layer, I watched her seductively reapply another coat on her fat lips.
Her eyes lidded and heavy, as she smacked her lips together slowly and methodically.
'She was going to kiss me. Holy fuck she was going to kiss me and there was nothing I could do. Maybe she wouldn't maybe it was something else!' My thoughts raced, my brain overclocking with panic and adrenaline.
"*Mwah*..." She groaned out with a disgusting smooch in the air, "Pucker up lover boy..."
"M-Megan... I really think we should-"
"C'mere..." She gasped.
Her face launched forward like a viper. Her massive lips instantly impacting my own, holding a firm smooch right on top of my own mouth. I grunted in disgust as I felt the wet makeup cover my closed mouth.
"Mmmmmmhhhhhhh" She cooed delightfully.
Holy shit! Megan was fucking kissing me! Megan was kidnapping me and about to molest me!
I could feel her pushing a small trail of saliva between her kiss. My brow furrowing with repulsion as she held me in place. My fists tight as her lips enveloped mine, oppressing them, suffocating them.
Holding me there for an uncomfortable 10 seconds before pulling away slightly with a wet and desperate gasp for air. Another disgusting *mwah* as she groaned, her voice deeper and vocally fried.
Rather than stopping there though, her hands moved to either side of my head, locking it completely so that I couldn't turn away. Her mouth gliding across my face as she smelled me. Her nose burying into my hair, taking a deep whiff as she grew orgasmic off my clean scent.
Then she returned to my soft face, and began to plant slow and seductive kisses across me. Wet smooches, with gross salivary clicks and smacks of her lips each time. Sending chills up my spine. Reapplying her lipstick between volleys, ensuring each one left its mark on my pale skin. She was holding intense eye contact with me each time. Holding me in place for an uncomfortable silence, marking me up and down with pink lipstick, with one smooch mark across my mouth for all to see.
"Mmmh *smooch*... I wanna make sure everyone in the neighborhood... *smack*... knows where you were today... *smooch*..." She moaned in between kisses.
Smooching me all across my face and neck while I tensed and braced each time. She'd make sure to leave a little bit of spit with each kiss, my face felt completely moistened with wet lipstick. My face was completely covered in bright pink marks.She moved to my left ear and starting kissing it passionately. Her tongue plunging in and out of me. The wet exchanges of her lips smacking and tongue lapping vibrating inside my head, my body beginning to shake.
I hissed air through my teeth, the odd and intense sensation mixing with my disgust.
"Mmmh. *Slorp* *Smack* *Mwah* Mhmmm. Feel good?"
"Nnnghh!" I gritted. It absolutely did not.
"Yeah? Thought so."
She giggled, then resumed her assault. Her tongue plunging deep into my canal making me audibly gasp. she chuckled even more sickeningly in between desperate gasps and moans.
Finally she ceased with one more kiss on my lobe.
"You ready?" She groaned.
"F-for what?" I asked, panicked.
As my body shook with an uncomfortable stimulation, she put her hands on either side of my cheeks and pushed my lips apart. She quickly dove her face in front of mine and shot her massive slimy tongue right inside my mouth!
"GLMMPH!" I yelped as I was caught completely off guard.
Her eyes heavy and lidded as she locked her face onto mine. Her tongue eagerly exploring my mouth, making sure every part was tasted. Her mouth oppressing mine once again, only this time with a violent hunger, like the last session of kisses were her simply sampling me. Now she was tasting me, feasting on her meal, savoring every bite.
Her pasty cheeks contorting and expanding as she slowly and violently made love to my mouth. My lips forced to kiss her back as she raped me with her tongue. Her lipstick smearing against my mouth, coating it in a thick stain of pink. Her tongue now punching in and out of my mouth between exchanges. As much spit as she could gather in her mouth flowing freely into my mouth, force-feeding it to me. Making me swallow the slimy warm fluid with each slosh and spit swap from her dripping hot mouth.
"Mmmh. Mmmmhhhh, Mmmmmh." She desperately growled inside me. It was an animalistic noise right from her diaphragm. Ugly and brutish, much like her in this moment.
She tasted of charcoal with an after taste of junk food and beer. The taste thick inside my taste buds as I choked on her hot wet muscle. Practically dominating my mouth as she fucked it with her tongue. Tears flowing out of my eyes.
Her massive hands exploring me, grabbing my hair, the back of my neck, my face, or even almost ripping the couch fabric as her hands balled into fists. Her face rocking left and right as she passionately exploited every angle she could, while she massacred me with her mouth. Her juicy lips enveloping mine while I was held under her massive frame. My neck caught in a bear trap of flesh as her boobs mashed on either side of me. Now beginning to grind her crotch against mine as she picked up the pace.
After about a few minutes she was really devouring my mouth. Pulling me every which way by the hair, while her tongue darted in and out of me with long and harsh strokes. Her breath blasting across my face as she loudly gasped between exchanges. Her saliva and mine mixing and pouring out of our mouths as she just kept feeding me more. The only sound heard in the quiet house was the ugly exchanges of spit and the loud smack of her massive lips against mine. Her frame enveloping mine and completely restraining my body underneath hers while she kissed me. My hands pathetically flailing underneath her as I tried to push her off a few times, which obviously didn't work.
With one more forceful thrust of her tongue, she went deep inside my cavity and began to swirl around and around. I grunted in discomfort as she stretched my jaw. Her tongue could be seen poking through either cheek as she spin cycled my mouth, touching every corner of my mouth. She kept this going for what must have been the longest thirty seconds of my life.
She let out a deep grunt of satisfaction, then pulled her tongue out with long strands of saliva trailing out of my gasping mouth. I tried to get as much air as I could, practically being choked to death for the past 5 minutes. My body sweaty and hot as it mashed against hers. My entire body feeling like it was sapped of moisture and energy as I was completely dazed in that moment. Spit hanging off of my chin. My mouth a wet and smeared pink mess.
She jammed her thumb in my mouth and hooked my jaw down. I let out a noise of confusion before I saw her gather spit in her mouth. My eyes winced as she loudly hocked a wad right in my mouth and down my throat. It spewed from her mouth like a river of spit.
She clasped her hand over my mouth.
"Swallow."
I let out a loud gulp noise as the hot slime went down my gullet. I felt it slither down to my stomach. I nearly puked right there.
"Show me."
She took her hand away, I hesitantly opened my mouth showing her I swallowed it.
"Good." She grunted.
She pulled away slightly, her breasts leaving my chest, putting more weight on her ass, I felt like my legs were about to break as she crushed my pelvis. A refreshing wave of cold air seeping between us.
"I'm a good kisser right? Much better than those sluts in college I bet."
I simply gasped in response, still catching my breath, still completely dazed from the onslaught my mouth had just taken. I could still taste her on my breath.
She giggled as she looked down at pride at the young man. His mouth smeared with lipstick, his eyes lidded and hazy, his face covered in her marks. She had kissed me with more aggression than a horny college frat boy. Whenever my hookups had told me that they hated people that used too much tongue, I finally understood what they meant.
"Look at you. Can't stop staring at my titties can you?"
I was confused, but didn't realize I was now at eye level with her massive boobs and I hadn't looked away.
"Oh. S-sorry..." I gasped.
"It's okay sweetie. You're probably so pent up. Living under your parents roof you probably don't get to see a good pair often. Here."
She lifted off her sweat-ridden t-shirt and threw it onto the floor. Her fertile body flopping out. I stared with a slacked jaw. It was... ample.
Her breasts were MASSIVE, literally bigger than my whole head. They sagged slightly, but had barely changed much. Massive pink areolas with massive fleshy bullets at the end. She was curvy and motherly. She had virtually no gut but her torso was wide. You could tell there was some muscle underneath as well, especially in her upper abdomen. She had some love handles but it only added to the beautifully curvy wide frame before me. What took up most of my vision were the sweaty breasts staring back at me. I could feel the rest of her fat mashing against my shirt, sticking to the fabric. Her entire torso was covered in a sheen layer of pent up sweat.
"They're good right..." She breathed, her hands coming up underneath them, cupping them, lifting them up for me while she harshly tweaked the ends between her fingers.
She groaned as she played with her tits in front of me, making outrageous noises as she grinded her ass on my lap.
It was as if I was being hypnotized by them. The world slowing down as the hot pressure built on my crotch, her thick girthy ass sliding back and forth. Her curvy massive frame rising and falling with her heavy breaths. Her breasts going in circles as she rubbed them together. The sweat and BO starting to infect my brain.
She saw my expression melt slightly, feeling my body begin to unwind beneath her. She let out a small sigh of satisfaction. Her right hand kept playing with her nipple, the other held her open breast out towards me, gripping it with invitation.
"Suck it."
Her hand moved from her breast to the back of my head and shoved her other boob forward, suffocating me with it as my vision was blinded. My mouth opened subconsciously as she jammed her nipple inside. I latched on and began to suck. She whinnied in delight, ooing and ahhing as I circled my tongue around it. My mouth sucking on her massive areola as she grinded on me. Pushing her colossal breast into my face as she sawed back and forth.
"Mmmmmhhhhh... that's goood baby... just like that..." She cooed.
This carried on for a while, my eyes went hazy as I gave in slightly. She softly scratched my head while she continued to groan in pleasure.
She pulled it out of my mouth with a wet POP, then put her finger under my chin, making me look up at her grinning face.
"You're getting me really excited baby... I can't wait to fuck you baby... I can't wait..." She whispered repeatedly.
She slowly stepped off of me. She was clad in a tight yellow thong that seemed to be barely containing her... oh my god...
A small fuzzy treasure trail went from her belly button to a forest of black wiry pubes. In the middle of it was a massive bulge that was tucked between her legs. It must have been massive, how the hell didn't I notice it rubbing against me earlier?!
She groaned again and slid her hands down her body, and seductively hooked her thumbs around her thong. She slowly pulled it down.
Out of it flopped an ugly, uncut, massive cock. It was a darker gray than the rest of her pale skin. As it exited the thong, finally free from its prison, it immediately began to spring to life. I watched a thick girthy flaccid 9 inches grow into 11, then an angry 14. I could barely get my middle finger and thumb around it probably. It was a masculine clash against her feminine figure. It was a confusing sight. Megan from down the street had a cock! It was bigger than anything I'd ever seen! It came complete with a set of sagging hairy tennis balls that were packed to the brim with hot cum.
It twitched angrily, making direct eye contact with me, slimy precum already leaking from its hood. It wanted to be inside me. I could tell.
"You look surprised..." She giggled, "I figured you knew... I told you I wasn't a traditional woman..."
"I... I uh... Oh!"
I jumped as she began prodding the tip of her massive cock against my bulge.
"Ever taken anything this big?" She breathed.
"N-no..."
"I thought so... limp dicked little fairies could never compare..."
She grabbed me by the hair and began smacking her shaft into the side of my face. I was repulsed by the hot velvety skin slapping me. I cringed as she stopped and began rubbing it against my cheek, twitching against my face, feeling how big and powerful it was first hand.
"I used to fuck hot young men like you for breakfast, and make them my bitch by lunch... I've hit a dry spell recently though... must come with age... but you like older women don't you... so glad you decided to come to a woman with EXPERIENCE..."
She emphasized 'experience' with a violent twitch of her cock. She brought my face under her shaft as one hand kept on the back of my head, the other disgustingly stroking her cock, pulling the head back to reveal an angry dripping pink/purple tip. The way she stroked was anything but feminine, clashing with the delicate pink and blonde trashy aesthetic she wore, vigorously stroking in the most masculine way possible. I was hit by the miasma of her musk as her balls got closer to my face.
"...It just so happens I'm in need of someone to keep me company... someone who's gonna be able to tend to my needs when I'm feeling horny... and you rang my doorbell at the perfect time. I would have washed up if I knew you were coming sweet heart, but here we are..."
"I... I don't know if I can..."
Her face went cold at 'I don't know'.
"You can. And you fucking will."
Her demeanor shifting in seconds at the mere threat of me disobeying her.
I gulped.
"It's... It's a little big Megan."
"I told you. It's Ma'am or Momma in my house. I'll make sure you're screaming it by the time we're done."
She threw me back into the couch.
She snapped her fingers and pointed at me aggressively.
"Clothes off. Now!" She snapped.
I panicked and started taking my shirt off. Her seduction returned, seeing me obey her. She let out slight grunts of approval as I stripped naked.
My skin was smooth, not a spot of hair on me. My cock a painfully average length and frighteningly flaccid in this moment. My body skinny but not bony. So much for her to touch, so much to pinch, grope, and squeeze. She couldn't wait to get her hands on me, I could tell from the way she rolled her tongue across her top lip as she watched me. Then proceeding to bite her lower lip as she stroked herself, gross wet noises coming from the tip of her dick.
What got her going wasn't just my face, a perfect pairing for my young and lithe body, but it was my ass. My ass had always gotten jokes and compliments from how perfect and round it was. Big, perky, and tight, perfect to squeeze, perfect for her to abuse. With an adorable tight pink clean hole for her to rip in half. She couldn't wait to watch it bounce up and down her fat cock.
She let out a groan and a giggle at the same time, making a frightening noise between her grit teeth. Her calm feminine look very quickly melting away.
"Good boy. I'm gonna put on a movie for us to watch. I'll make sure we get plenty of foreplay in before I take you to my bedroom..."
She went over to her tv stand and pulled out an old DVD while I began to take my underwear off. I was completely naked on her stained couch, I felt dirty just sitting on it with my bare skin out.
"Oh this one was my favorite. He was such a good scene partner. Knew exactly how to get me going..." She mused calmly.
She put the DVD in and started playing it on the screen.
I sat, naked and afraid in the middle of her couch, watching the porno start to play loudly in the background. It was a flick from the early 2000's given the quality.
The scene opened on a boyish boy in his late 20s wearing nylon shorts and a white tee. He was in a set that was clearly meant to be a young adult's room.
As the scene played out, the boy was playing video games instead of studying apparently, she entered the room, acting as the man's step-mom. She was in similar makeup but had cherry red lips and black frame glasses. She was wearing mom jeans and a white blouse with a deep V that showed her massive cleavage, barely contained by a tight-fit bra. Younger than she was now, her form was slightly perkier, less weight on her sides, her breast and butt even seemed a little smaller.
"Honeyyy! You're meant to be studying!"
Megan chuckled and smiled as she stood next to me on the couch, admiring her younger self.
"Not now MEGAN!" The boy hissed back, "I'm about to get the high score!"
"You get back to studying right now young man! Your father will be home soon!"
"Shut up Megan! Go down and make me a sandwich or something."
With an overacted GASP, Megan faked offense in the video. The man's 'step-mom' slapped the controller out of his hand.
"What the hell?! I was so close!"
"That's it! I've had enough of you, it's time for you to be PUNISHED!"
The line delivery was worse than any porno I'd ever seen.
Megan heaved next to me, her cock began to twitch as she watched herself drag the boy by the hair and toss him onto his bed. The camera getting a close up of her slowly unbuttoning her jeans and pulling them down. Her cock springing free, hard as a steel rod.
Megan walked closer to me and started running a hand through my hair, gauging my reaction to the porn scene playing out. Also making sure my eyes weren't looking anywhere else.
As I watched a more attractive and young version of Megan began to dominate the 'step-son'. I found myself becoming infatuated with what was happening, the busty woman undressing, showing off her tight form, her abs more visible. My cock sprang a tiny bit.
"Yeah? That gets you going, huh?"
I snapped out of it, realizing the reality of the situation once more as my disgust returned, realizing I wasn't talking to that version of her anymore. Although something about that caused an even worse reaction. As her mature form went down to her knees and got between mine. Her hands running up and down my naked chest, rubbing and groping my pecs, stroking my thighs.
"Keep watching." She smiled, "Let your imagination go wild baby. I'm gonna do you worse than I did him..."
My eyes broke away from hers and watched the porno. Her eyes were still fixed on my face, making sure to watch every little reaction as she played a demonstration of what she was going to do to me.
I tried my best to not give her what she wanted, only subtly, I didn't want her dragging me back to that disgusting bed.
Her hands gripped tightly on my inner thighs, showing me her strength, how easily she could flip me around and fuck me to death right on this couch. Instead she was getting closer and closer to my dick, breathing on it, still keeping her gaze on me.
I pretended as if I was aloof, like I didn't know what she was doing, simply watching the younger Megan sloppily kiss the young man and grind on him from behind. her cock sandwiched between his cheeks.
"I'm gonna make you sorry for disrespecting your mother!" She exclaimed.
"No Step-Mom! Please!"
"That's Mommy to you bitch!"
My cock sprang to full life. Her pillowy lips now pecking and kissing my cock. Giving my head a wet firm kiss that sent a jolt of pleasure up my spine. My head being particularly sensitive.
She giggled as she saw my cock twitch. She began to repeatedly kiss the head of my cock, over and over. Soon she began to apply suction, slightly getting it between her lips, her tongue just peaking through each time. Loud kisses and seductive giggles coming up from under me.
Her teasing starting to make my face twitch. Her lips felt really good admittedly. It was unclear if the woman dominating her step son on the screen was adding to the pleasure, or her hot breath and lips was what was really goading me on. I realized quite quickly that it was a combination of both.
*Smooch!* *Smack!* "Mh." *Smooch!*
She loudly clicked, letting out small grunts of approval as she began to aggressively kiss all over my cock and shaft. Her massive hand dwarfing my entire upper shaft, lazily pumping it up and down. Her soft and hot palms making me subconsciously begin to thrust forward, my cock guiding my hips up.
Her mouth moving down to my smooth nuts, not sucking them, licking them, breathing on them. Then kissing them, really hard.
"Mmmghh..." I trembled.
"Mhmmmm~" She giggled. Kissing her way back up to the head of my dick.
She turned slightly to see how far along the movie was. Still lazily jerking me.
By now younger Megan had the man on her knees and was cramming her cock in and out of his mouth, him barely able to keep up as she fucked his face viciously. How he was able to easily throat her I had no clue. His eyes were in the back of his head as he relinquished control to her. Her massive hands crushing his skull as she used his mouth, her nuts slapping his chin.
"Look at him submitting to his Momma... I fucked him off-set a couple times. Little slut really knew how to get my nut. Don't be jealous though, you're much cuter than him. You're going to be a keeper. With an ass like yours and face to match... I'm gonna make sure you're begging when we're done..."My fear to that monologue surged through me. My body however... it betrayed me right at that moment. My dick pulsed out a small stream of precum right as she finished. It caught her attention.
"Oh?" She giggled, "You like that, huh? Don't worry sweetie, you'll be in his shoes soon enough. Let's empty you out first, I want you nice and loose. So sit back and relax..."
She let out a desperate gasp, her mouth opened up like a watery Venus flytrap, strands of saliva webbing between her lips as she almost drooled onto the floor. Her mouth watering for my cute little dick.
With a wet and raunchy chomp, she inhaled my cock. Immediately sucking on it without moving her head, her massive tongue a plush seat for my shaft as she wrapped and danced around it. My dick receiving the sloppiest and mind-numbing massage, that within seconds made me melt.
"Hooooh!" I yelped.
It was like an electric sex toy was wrapped around my dick. It was electrifying, my balls already beginning to expand slightly. Her drool pouring around her lips and trickling down the base of my shaft, coating my nuts in hot spit. Her mouth felt like it was 100 degrees, her breath like soothing lava. My hands dug into the couch as I held for dear life onto the cushions I was sitting upon. The hot wet cocoon wrapped around my dick.
My eyes went off the screen to look down at her. Her black eyes gazing up at me with a lidded and seductive look, knowing full well how good she was making me feel. She smiled, still wrapped around my dick, then slowly pulled her head back. Her lips trailed behind, the pink pillows dragging with a sheen coating of spit on my shaft, exaggerating her blowjob face.
With a wet POP, she let my cock out of her mouth, a disappointing chill hitting it. She let out a warm and throaty chuckle. She looked up at me, my mouth agape, and a small look of disappointment on my face.
"I said keep watching. We're getting to the good part."
"Ohg.. Sorry..." I whimpered and adjusted my gaze.
As I fixed onto the screen, I yelped again as her mouth plunged onto my cock again. Her eyes still burning into my skull as I tried my best not to look down, forced to look in front of me. The sight before me exposing a side of myself that I didn't know I had in me.
I liked being a switch. I had gotten lightly dommed by guys and girls before, thanks to my body. It's a slight turn on, but I never went further, I wasn't an avid consumer of porn either. The amount of action I got usually compensated. I had taken it in the ass before, sure, but It was always consensual and pretty calm. Light bondage at worst, in an experimental way usually.
What was on screen... that wasn't calm, and it wasn't experimental. She was a fucking weapon. It was carnal pleasure, the act on both ends had been stripped down, and she was truly just fucking this guy's brains out on camera.
She continued to blow me, feeling her massive lips sucking slowly and purposefully underneath my vision. She was attacking all sensitives across my dick, the electrifying blowjob carrying my ecstasy forward as I began to be pleasured to the absolute carnage on screen.
Her hips fired up like a piston as she held his legs apart in the air while she sat on the edge of his bed. His mouth was agape and his tongue flying out as the sheer force of her thrusts sent his head swinging back and forth, drool flying out of his mouth. Her heavy sac slamming against his inferior pair over and over and over. A savage and disgusting session of pounding while she held him mid air, his hands desperately gripping her shoulders for support.
*WHAP!-WHAP!-WHAP!-WHAP!-WHAP!-WHAP!-WHAP!*
"AAUGH! AAUGH! AAUGH! AAUGH! AAUGH! AAUGH! AAUGH! AAUGH!" He squealed in front of her.
She was grunting like an animal, her dick had sent his voice several octaves higher than before. He was screaming and wailing as his asshole collapsed around her massive cock.
*WHAP!-WHAP!-WHAP!-WHAP!-WHAP!-WHAP!-WHAP!*
"RRNNNGH! RRRRRNNGHH! RRRRNNGH! NNNNNGH! YEEEEAAAAAHHH! YEEAAAAAAHHH! FUUUUCK! TAKE THAT FUCKING PUNISHMENT BITCH! TAKE IT! TAKE IT! TAKE IT! TAKE IT! TAKE IT!"
"FUCK YES! FUCK YES MAMA! AAUGH! AAUGH! AAUGH! AAUGH! AAUGH!..."
*WHAP!-WHAP!-WHAP!-WHAP!-WHAP!-WHAP!-WHAP!*
Steady, forceful, unceasing, and unrelenting. She was a fucking animal. She was going to do this to me. She was going to fuck me just like this. How long had she been pent up, what if it really was worse than the poor guy on screen. Such thoughts had to force themselves to the back of my head as my cock continued to be pleasured faster and faster. The fear in front of me meeting the pleasure in a horrifying mixture of thrill and euphoria. My brain melting into pure mush, being hypnotized into getting off to the animal fucking on screen.
Megan was now steadily sucking my cock. She was also stimulating me by rubbing my thighs or dragging her nails across my skin, any and all simple pleasures she could add to the disgusting blowjob she was giving me. Her lips meeting me at the base, then instantly bringing her mouth half way just to go back down again. Each time she would swallow and curve her tongue in such a precise and torturous way. Every time my tip rubbed against the back of her throat it felt like my cock was being glided through a well lubed hole. The contractions of her mouth as she swallowed and sucked only added to the traveling pressure going around my shaft. Each movement of her head and mouth was purposeful and exact, knowing just how to squeeze and stimulate as she devoured my cock. Her mouth felt like it would suck it right off of me, my cock beginning to go numb. It was like the best pussy that I'd never had before in my life.
The room was ignited with the loud and horrifying fucking on screen, combined with the sloppy sounds of her sucking my dick. Destroying his ass, while she sucked me off right there, still watching me as my face began to melt with pleasure. My brow furrowing, my teeth gritting. I couldn't even hear the girlish moans that she was forcing out of me. The only thing I could hear was...
*WHAP!-WHAP!-WHAP!-WHAP!-WHAP!-WHAP!-WHAP!-WHAP!-WHAP!-WHAP!-WHAP!-WHAP!-WHAP!-WHAP!*
"AAUGH! AAUGH! AAUGH! AUUGH! MOMMMMYYYYYYY!~"
"UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH! YEAH BITCH! TAKE THAT FUCKING COCK! TAKE MOMMA'S FAT COCK! I'M GONNA FUCK YOU TIL YOU CAN'T MOVE ANYMORE YOU SLUT!"
*SCHLORP! SCHLORP!* "Mmmgh... mmmmghh... mhmmmm~ mhmmmm~" SLURP! SLORP! SLURP! "MMMMMH! MMMMH-HMMMMMMMM!- MMmmmghh..."~~SLURP! SCHLORP! SLORP! SLORP! SLURP!*
My cock igniting in a numbing coat of wet hot pleasure while the vision of her cock power thrusting inside a man's ass was burned across my brain. Even if it didn't turn me on, and honestly I think it did, I would be forced to cum to the image no matter what.
She was going to milk me dry! Making absolute sure the only thing on my mind as I came would be the thought of her fucking my brains out. I was being conditioned, trained, groomed just from a blowjob and some porn. This trashy perverted woman had kidnapped me! Megan had kidnapped me and was forcing me to cum to her own porn!
The only thing I could see below, as my legs turned to shaking jelly, was her poofy blonde hair bobbing as the hot pleasure went back and forth on my dick. She was making gross and guttural groans as she swallowed my cock, like she was relishing the flavor, as if it were a five star meal fed to a person who hadn't eaten in months.
All of the fear, anxiety, and intense stimulation was coalescing into a mass of brain-numbing ecstasy, ready to release soon. My balls swollen with the biggest load it could ever produce! My dick beginning to expand in her mouth.
She giggled as she sensed my impending surrender to her. Her magical mouth about to milk me for every last drop. I thought I was going to die if I came, there was such a massive pit building in my stomach. My eyes were rolling backwards as my head flung itself backward.
"Ooooohhhhhggg!...Hooooooouuuuughhh!..." I began to moan loudly.
"MHMMMMMM!~" She goaded as she continued to suck. The vibrations shooting even more pleasure into my dick.
My brain was pounding with the sounds of her fucking her prey and the wet sucking sounds from below. It was combining into a disgusting symphony that was like a hypnotic tune. The only thing on my mind now being to keep this incredible stimulation going as long as possible. It wouldn't though, I was going to explode any minute now.
At a certain point during this, Megan had began stroking her cock below me, doing it an extremely ugly gesture. Her pre leaking in copious puddles on the wood floor.
On screen the two had shifted into a new position as she was getting ready to dump a hot load inside him. She held him by his back and shoulders, his legs around her waist, arms desperately holding onto her biceps. She was machine gunning him while he was held mid-air, she was standing and fucking him at the same time. Her hips working in tandem with her iron grip on him. Each quick and lethal thrust sending him upwards, only for her strong arms to pull him right back down.
PLAP!PLAP!PLAP!PLAP!PLAP!PLAP!PLAP!PLAP!PLAP!PLAP!PLAP!PLAP!PLAP!PLAP!PLAP!PLAP!PLAP!PLAP!
"UUUuuuunnnnghhhh... UUUUOOUUUUHHHHHHH... HOUUUUUUUNNNNGHHHH!..." She grunted on screen gutturally like a beast, not matching her rapid-fire pace, it was like she was controlling her breathing while fucking him.
The man wasn't forming words anymore, babbling like a bitch while he frothed at the mouth. The sense fully fucked out of him as his head was jostled back and forth from the force alone.
Her blowjob increased in pace and pressure, making my toes curl into the wood. I felt like I could break the planks underneath the soles of my feet. My chest even began to vibrate, then my stomach, then my arms. I began to spaz and grab whatever I could.
"UOUGH! OUGH! F-FUCK! OH MY GOD! S-SLOW DOWN! PLEASE SLOW DOWN!" I yelped painfully.
She giggled again in response, only to go even faster. Her lips now traveling down to my base then going all the way back to my very tip. Her face corkscrewing on my dick, determined to suck me dry. Violently stroking her cock now.
*SCHLORPPP! SCHLORPPP! SCHLORP!*
My balls felt like they were about to pop.
I couldn't hear how loud I was moaning, truly I couldn't, it was all automatic. As I began to yelp and sob, getting closer and closer, so too did the scene in front of me.
PLAP!PLAP!PLAP!PLAP!PLAP!PLAP!PLAP!PLAP!PLAP!PLAP!PLAP!PLAP!PLAP!PLAP!PLAP!PLAP!PLAP!PLAP!
"Fuuuuuuuhhhhhcckk.... UUUuuuuuuuughhhhhh...!" I heard on screen as she GROWLED right from her diaphragm, "...gonna cummmmm... gonna fucking cummmmm babyyyyy...."
"OUUUUGHHHHH! AHHHH! AHHH HAHHHA HHAHAHHHHHh! FUCK! MOMMY! CUM IN ME! PLEASE CUM IN ME! I NEED IT! AHHHHHH!"
PLAP!PLAP!PLAP!PLAP!PLAP!PLAP!PLAP!PLAP!PLAP!PLAP!PLAP!PLAP!PLAP!PLAP!PLAP!PLAP!PLAP!PLAP!
I desperately grabbed her by the head to try and push her off, afraid of what might happen if she made me finish, I truly thought I would die. She easily overpowered my grip and grabbed me by the wrists, squeezing tight as she continued her rapid blowjob. She giggled at my attempt. Her cheeks sucking in and hollowing as she pulled her massive lips back and forth and back and forth. Emphasizing her blowjob face as she pursed her lips around my dick.
She took a second to lean away, centimeters from my cock with a slutty wet gasp...
"Mhmmm~ Mhmmm~ Go on... let it all out for momma... I know baby... I know...you want it so bad..."
She breathed seductively, then PLUNGED her face back onto my cock!
*SCHLORP!SCHLORP!SCHLURP!SCHLURP!*
"Ouuuuughhh! OUUUUGHHH! OOOOUUUGH!" I began to cry out
She groaned and cooed delightfully, sucking down the river of precum I was leaking. Getting me closer and closer. My vision blinded by the close up of her cock disappearing in and out of a mans hole at an Olympic level pace. Wet slaps against his rear clouding my hearing, mixing with the nasty sounds of her sloppy blowjob, creating a disgusting orchestra of pure raunch.
As my brain vibrated with all sensations hitting me at once, hypnotized by her swinging nuts while my cock was getting ready to explode. My mind was no longer clouded with fear. Now it was only thinking about cumming. I was going to cum. I had to cum! She had successfully brainwashed me into my slutty side, moaning like a whore while she sucked me to the image of her sweaty fucking.
From the screen I heard them both begin to cry out as a line of jizz shot from the boy's cock and hit the ceiling.
PLAP!PLAP!PLAP!PLAP!PLAP!
"CUMMING!" She screamed from the TV.
She hilted her cock inside him while he flopped backwards, his arms dangling, his back arched, his head blank. Her strong arms and hands caught him by his back while his legs were around her waist. She grunted like a fucking rhino as I saw her SLAM her hips inside him and her balls scrunch together, unloading what must have been the biggest load he'd ever taken.
Just as she began to cum inside of him on screen, I began to EXPLODE! I couldn't tell if it was the way she dominated and plowed the poor guy in front of me, or if the blowjob by itself was that good. I think that's what she wanted, mixing the two together so that I couldn't begin to fathom what it could be. Only so that the fact that I came to her annihilating a younger guy could be seared in my brain, that way there would be no question that the mere thought of it made me cum.
And I came. I really came. My mouth hung open as I let out an opera of high pitched and girlish moans, right from my chest, shamelessly. I felt electricity surge through my entire body, from the back of my neck, to my toes. My head shot back, slamming into the couch as my hips thrusted forwards and began to dump the biggest load my balls could offer. Her mouth watered at the taste, letting out a surprised giggle as she eagerly sucked my load down, planting her lips at the base so no drop was wasted.
Her throat expanding with the loud chug of my cum, over and over. Illustrating how much she had currently sucked out of me. My balls felt like they were truly emptying inside of her throat. Her eyes lidded and knowing as she stared up at me, my tongue hanging out of my panting mouth. My eyes bugging out of my skull. She was still stroking her cock all the while, nowhere close to finishing.
This trashy, with the unrea. cock, was sucking the soul out of me. Shame washing over my brain as I whimpered and sobbed as I came over and over. The most mind blowing climax I'd ever had was from the sweaty cougar from down the street! I had been standing on her porch less than an hour ago! Now I was having my soul sucked out of me by fucking MEGAN?!
1899 would forever be the most unlucky number I'd ever witnessed! AND WHERE THE FUCK WAS MARCUS?!
She gave one more sigh of satisfaction, pulling her lips, exaggerating her blowjob face again as she sucked in her cheeks profusely. Then popping off my cock with a wet gasp.
My cock was shiny, and completely flaccid, and my balls felt like they'd never cum again. My dick shriveled up to a pathetic set of pruned berries. My arms limp at my side and my chest heaving as I whimpered softly. A light trickle of drool traveling down the side of my face. I was completely mind-blown, literally, I'd felt like I got a concussion with how light headed and spent I was.
Completely dominated by her mouth alone. I was truly pathetic.
I heard a low throaty chuckle as her Amazonian frame loomed over me and cast a shadow in front of the glowing TV. The sex continuing on the porn tape behind her.
"Good job boy. Any of your college girlfriends give you head that good? Huh?"
"Uuugh... ouuugh..." I groaned.
"Answer me!" She snapped.
"N-no..." I answered honestly.
"That's what I thought, bitch. No skinny little slut could know how to make you feel good. Only I know what's best for a horny little college boy like you. Don't I, slut?"
"Yes..." I whimpered.
"That's right. Now get your ass off my couch. Mama's taking you to bed."
"Ough... wait... m-ma'am... I really need to get back... can we pick this up another day?" I pleaded, knowing exactly what would happen if I got thrown onto that bed.
"If I see you take any step towards that door, I'll drag your ass to the bed myself. Get. Up. I'm tired of waiting." She ordered.
I whined and stood up, my legs shaking and buckling as I wobbled slowly across the room. My heart pounding as I turned to the far bedroom, a looming maw of an open door, inviting me in to my impending doom.
CRACK!
A massive handprint seared into my ass, knocking me out of my daze as I yelped.
"Move it!" She barked.
She began chasing after my ass repeatedly smacking my firm butt as each blow shot me forwards.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
"AGH!"
I sprinted across the house, her right behind me, chasing me as she pushed me into the bedroom.
She took me by the arm and flung me across the room. Before I could even understand what was going on I found myself on her greasy bed sheets. They reeked of old cum and a musk of unwashed linens. The bed was massive, but probably barely contained her. There was a divot in the mattress, a groove formed in the middle, making me sink into the bed slightly.
The room was horrible, just as I remembered it. The window hadn't been cleaned at all, I could barely see her backyard, only the mirage of Mike's fence, a chance at salvation if I could make it out her back door. However that would not be an option as I would soon find.
She pointed at me as I was on my back, facing her.
"Stay there. Don't you dare move." She threatened.
"O-okay"
She stormed out.
I considered just running naked into Mike's backyard, my legs started to pump with fear and adrenaline, maybe I could do it.
Before I could work up that burst of courage, it was immediately shattered as she stormed quickly back into the room and SLAMMED the door behind her. I heard a hall painting fall to the floor outside the bedroom. She didn't even care. Heavily panting with a terrifying lust as she stalked towards me.
She snapped her fingers, then crooked one at me to come towards her.
I cautiously crawled over to her, the bed loudly squeaking under me. The rusty metal frame feeling like it would collapse any second as the whole bed shook with each small movement.
As soon as I got close enough, she growled and flipped me onto my back again. She slapped her hands around my thighs and yanked me forwards so my ass was just hanging off the bed.
"WOAH!" I yelped, "M-miss Megan! I-"
"Excuse me?!" She snarled, her face contorting into fury, sending fear right into my chest.
"UH! S-sorry! Ma'am! Can we... uh... maybe slow down?" I began to panic. Her angry cock twitching between my thighs, looking like it would impale me all the way through.
"What, you need more foreplay?"
"Uh y-yeah, I think I should a-also call-"
"Call who, your Mama's right here." She glared.
"M-my f-friends are expecting me tonight."
"Thought it was your parents." She raised an eyebrow.
"Yeah... them too..." I grimaced, lying through my teeth.
She snorted.
"Well... wouldn't want to be rude would we. Even though you double booked during our first date. So we should let them know you'll have to cancel."
"Oh... but..."
She tossed me my phone, the reason she left the room earlier.
"Call 'em."
I gulped. She thought of everything. Any excuse I had, had an equally terrifying counter. If I kept this going I'd have to either admit that I found her repulsive, or that I did this on a dare. I'd have to eventually admit that I did not come here willingly! Maybe that would get her to stop??... who the hell am I kidding, no it wouldn't have."W-what... how long should I tell them I'll be gone-"
"Tomorrow." She fired back bluntly.
"T-tomorrow?" I whimpered.
No crack of a smile, no jokes, no expression on her face but a dark and carnal hunger. She looked me deep into my soul, holding me with her gaze, her disgusting cock twitching with leaking pre.