A race to safety

"Tom, wait!" Mrs Hope cried out as he wheeled the cart into a sharp turn up his front path. "Where are you going? I was going to let you fuck me! Don’t you want to fuck me!?"

She was slowed in her hot pursuit by her five inch stiletto heels but Tom was also losing momentum as he wrestled the heavy shopping cart up towards the door.

'Open the damn door!" He hollered out desperately and Britney's face appeared briefly at the entryway window, her big eyes full of fear.

After a moment's hesitation he could hear her wrestling with the deadlock as Mrs Pamela Hope reached the bottom of the front path, rounded the gate and raced towards him.

The front door burst open and Tom used the last of his flagging strength to drag the shopping cart across the threshold, spilling it and the contents onto the carpet of the front room. Mrs Hope was only a scant few feet away when he slammed the door shut and–leaning heavily against it–he clicked the deadbolt back into place.

Even Jessica was broken from her depressed stupor by the flurry of action and both his younger sisters stood there staring at him as he fought to control his breathing and Mrs Hope beat futilely on the timber barrier.

"Come on outside Tom You can come squeeze my titties, you can rub your big hot cock against them!” The devastating brunette yelled beating against the door. “They’re massive and soft and you can play with them all you like. Just come outside so I can service you with my huge juicy tits!"

Both his sisters stood frozen, listening in horror and looked to be on the verge of outright panic.

“W-why is she saying things like that?” Britney squeaked, her face pale and bloodless. “People aren't supposed to say things like that…”

“Wait here and whatever you do, don’t let her in.”

Tom missed the scathing, incredulous look Jessica shot him as he raced upstairs to the small balcony overlooking the front of the house. Leaning far out over the railing he almost moaned out loud in soulful yearning at the sight of Pamela Hope’s firm heart-shaped ass wiggling and her stupendous cleavage rippling as she beat furiously at the door.

He could almost see right down her teensy ebony top into the deep valley of her mountainous melons. God, how he badly wanted her but she was scaring his sisters and she had to stop. They were all living on a knife's edge as it was…

"Stop it!" Tom snarled down at her "I'm not coming out and I'm never going to fuck you, so get lost."

Mrs Hope calmed abruptly and took a few steps back to leer up at him before slowly palming, then lifting her immense cushiony breasts. She rolled them, her silky tit-flesh shining in the setting sunlight like polished ivory and offered them up to him as though he were a celestial idol.

"Please come down, Tom." She husked warmly, her tone that of a playful sex-kitten now she could see and speak with him again. "I've seen you watching me through your bedroom window, I know what you alone do up there. Come down to me and I will give sooo~ much more than what you could ever imagine."

Tom’s blood ran cold hearing her words, knowing his sisters were downstairs listening to them speak but it was true. As a young man in a world full of eager and willing fantasy women, Tom had needed some serious release to keep himself sane and free from their powerful feminine charms. The endless glimpses of the heavenly Mrs Hope next door, ceaselessly pleasuring herself in the absence of any male partner was more than enough stimulation to keep him from exploding.

She was more than just frequently featured in his mental spank-bank these days, she was practically the branch manager. Tom was growing concerned about this escalating infatuation with the sensationally voluptuous MILF but right now she was embarrassing him in front of his sisters. That had to stop.

"Go away!" he hissed back as quietly as he could. "Come back at ten o'clock tonight, I'll give you something then, just stop scaring the girls!"

Mrs Hope's entrancing amber eyes lit up at his promise and she smiled was all wicked seduction. Swaying her body enticingly she let her delicate hand stray down over her smooth belly to slide into under the soft band of her tiny lace panties.

"I guess I'll just have to keep myself busy until then," she whispered back coyly "I don't know how I will manage..."

"I'm sure you'll work something out." Tom muttered angrily before retreating inside and slamming the balcony door behind him.

His mind reeled as he made his way back downstairs, he had just made a promise to Mrs Hope and if he didn't make good, there was no telling what she might try next.

What had he promised her though? Nothing concrete…

He had to maintain some control over this situation but Tom wasn't sure what to do. The girls had begun picking the spilled groceries up off the carpet and putting it away. Tom could see that the eggs and milk hadn't fared well in the tumble through the entryway but that was the least of their concerns. He left them to it feeling completely wrung out by the day's harrowing events.

Britney looked up apprehensively as he dropped bonelessly onto the couch exhausted.

"Is she gone?" she whispered.

"Yeah she's gone." Tom replied wearily.

Britney looked relieved but Jessica stared at him accusingly. She was eighteen and understood well enough what Mrs Hope had been talking about, and though Britney was only a year younger, she was far more naïve. He returned the judgmental stare angrily.

"What do you expect of me? Do you know what it's like out there? Can you imagine how hard this is for me?" Tom snapped at her.

Jessica's gaze softened slightly and she turned back to gathering up the frozen foods he had purchased then carried it all into the kitchen.

As he sat contemplating what he would do at ten o'clock, the evening news came on.

'...Stockpiles of the AMPIL Pharmaceutical's erectile inhibitors supplements were ordered to be destroyed by the corporation's new CEO Misty Muffer. She was arrested today and is being held pending court trial for treason against the public health and contributing to the pandemic under the National Emergency Act enacted by congress twenty days ago.'

Tom looked up at the screen only to see footage of a delicious young blonde–smartly attired in a charcoal skirt suit, the straining blouse and jacket stretched tight across her overflowing bosom–being led out of a courthouse by heavily armed military police, the tell-tale wet spots on her tented blouse from her heavily leaking nipples were all he needed to see to know what happened.

"Dammit all. An erectile inhibitor might have actually worked..." he muttered softly to himself.