"Sure, I've got nowhere else to be."

"Sure, I've got nowhere else to be. Your mom really is going to be gone for a while, right.”

“Yeah, she’s probably going to Starbucks to chug coffee and tell all her friends on Facebook about how I’m finally getting laid.” She sighed. “Follow me.” You stand up with a squelching sound and follow her to the laundry room.

You strip off your sticky shirt, and pants, and manage with some difficulty to remove the socks which were firmly cemented to your feet. “Damn, this is… really sticky.”

“Yeah sorry. My cum is way too thick. My parents have to redo all the shower drains just so they could handle my loads, and they still have to use drain cleaner once a week to keep them from clogging up. It’s really gross and embarrassing.” She tosses your clothes into the machine and looks at you expectantly.

“What?”

“Aren't you going to take those off too?” She gestures towards your underwear.

“That’s not really necessary.”

She reaches down and touches your hip with a finger. “They’re all sticky. Just let me wash them. I don’t mind.” You sheepishly remove your underwear and she throws them in as well, adds detergent and starts the washing machine. As you stand there, unsure of what to say, you notice that she’s looking down at you over her breasts and her dress is starting to tent. “Sorry, I can’t help it. You are pretty cute.” She says as she steps closer.

You look up but you can’t see her face over her massive rack. You can, however, feel a large, warm lump pressing into your stomach through her dress. She lifts you up with surprising strength and sets you down on the gently vibrating washing machine, leaving you face to face with her. She wraps her arms around you and kisses you lustily. You find yourself engulfed by her, her hands squeezing and kneading your ass, her massive pillowy breasts smushed against your bare chest, and your mouth conquered by her tongue. You can barely breathe in her tight embrace and are grateful when she breaks away from you to catch her breath.

“Give me a second.” She reaches below and heaves her cock up onto the washing machine right next to you. It’s still mostly soft, but swelling rapidly, already taking up the rest of the top of the washer. You can feel the heat radiating off of it as it presses against your leg, and it gives of a noticeable odor of unwashed cock and dried cum. She sticks her middle finger into her mouth, coating it with saliva.

“What are you-“ You start to ask, but are interrupted as she pulls you in close once again locking lips with you. Her hand slips under your ass, and her finger begins lubing up your hole. You try to protest, but can’t speak with her tongue in your mouth.

Karen slowly slides her chubby finger inside you, whispering in your ear, “Even if I can’t really fuck you, I can still make you cum with your ass.” She kisses and sucks on your neck as she slowly pumps her thick finger in and out of your virgin ass.

You moan and pant as you’re overcome by the new sensations coming from within you. The steadily increasing pleasure, combined with the fact that you didn’t cum earlier, means you’re already about to blow. “Karen, I can’t take much more of this.” You say in between gasps.

“Ready to cum so soon? Sorry, but I don’t want to get my clothes dirty. You’ll just have to cum in here.” She says breathily as she pulls down her shirt with one hand, letting her massive breast spill out into your lap, covering your dick entirely. The feel of her soft breasts wrapped around your little cock is too much. You moan as your throbbing cock lets loose shot after shot of your cum into her cavernous cleavage.

She leans in close and looks you in the eyes. “Doug.”

“Yes?”

“Can I ask you a favor?”

“Depends on what it is.”

“Can you help me out one more time? I don’t think I can calm this thing down by myself right now.” She said patting the cock beside you. Looking at it you see that it’s grown to monstrous proportions once again. It’s now thicker than your legs and long enough that it’s uncomfortably smashed against the wall of the room, a stream of pre-cum flowing down the wall.

“I suppose I can.”