Easily Distracted

Jack takes off at a leisurely stroll making it only 2 houses before getting distracted. Coming toward him is the mail carrier. Having replaced the ancient guy that use to bring the mail, this young 30 something woman was a much more pleasant sight on the eyes.

Jack smirked as she approached and adjusted the strap of her mail bag. She stops to dig through her bag, the strap parting her modest chest just enough to show a hint of cleavage.

Jack makes to walk past her on the sidewalk, but as he walks behind her he can't help but reach out to grope her tight behind. She gives no reaction, placing the mail in the box and continuing on her route. Jack smirks more emboldened now that he's outside his house and continues walking down the street.

At the end of his street on the corner is the parents of his best friend Vicky. The Addler residence was always a safe place for you from your formerly bitchy stepmother. You and Vicky had spent countless hours killing time playing video games together. Admittedly Jack had also spent a fair amount of time ogling Mrs Addler. With her shapely C cups and tight ass from yoga she had inadvertently been the subject of many of your teenage fantasies. She was like the cool mom who would let you drink beer on the weekends as long as you weren't driving.

As you approach the Addler residence the first thing you notice is Mrs Addler's shapely behind bent over as she tends to her flowerbed. Her modest denim shorts hugging every delicious curve while her t-shirt rides up exposing a tantalizing strip of smooth tanned skin on her lower back.

"Theta, I wish Mrs Addler was oblivious to everything I do in her yard over the next say 20 minutes."

Jack can hear Theta sigh in his head, "As you wish, I'm sure you'll enjoy yourself." Jack blinks.

Jack grins wide as he approached Mrs Addler. "Hey, how's it going?" he asks casually, watching closely for any reaction.

Mrs Addler continues humming softly as she plucks weeds from the flowerbed, her fingers brushing against the petals with practiced care. Her ass unintentionally drawing your attention.

Without warning because what's the point after the previous wishes, Jack reaches around Mrs Addler's waist to unsnap her shorts. The button pops open with a soft *ping*, and he wastes no time slipping them past her thighs. Her underwear—a simple cotton pair—slides down with them, revealing a perfect heart-shaped ass that makes Jack's mouth water.

Since it worked out so well with Debra, Jack spreads her cheeks before diving in tongue-first, licking a long stripe from her clit all the way up to the tight little pucker of her asshole. Mrs. Addler lets out a soft sigh—not of protest, but of idle pleasure, as though she's absently enjoying the breeze on her skin.

Wanting to push her perception, Jack slowly works his tongue into her asshole, only stopping when his lips meet her sphincter. Mrs. Addler continues her gardening routine, occasionally sighing when Jack presses deeper, her hands never pausing as she plants another flower.

Suddenly, Jack pulls back, wiping his chin on her discarded shorts before rising to his feet. "Alright, Mrs. A," he says, standing behind her, "time for the main course."

Grabbing hold of his foot long meat stick, Jack wasted no time in pressing the thick tip against her moist sphincter. He felt the tight ring of muscle resist for only a moment before yielding with a soft *pop* as the first few inches slid smoothly into her depths. Her elasticity suck his cock into her ass with ease, the warm embrace of her bowels molding perfectly around his girth.

Mrs. Addler continued humming softly as she planted another marigold, entirely indifferent to the fact that her teenage neighbor was currently balls-deep in her asshole. Jack marveled at her lack of reaction as he gripped her wide hips and began thrusting with slow, deliberate strokes.

He grabs the bottom of her t-shirt and lifts it over her breasts and head, getting snagged around her elbows as she continues planting flowers without missing a beat. Her bare back shines with sweat in the afternoon sun, shoulder blades flexing as she digs another hole in the rich soil.

Jack can feel his climax approaching, "Theta, how much longer before she knows I'm here?" His balls are slapping her clit with each swing of his hips. Theta appears beside him, "You have approximately twelve minutes of anonymity left."

Mrs. Addler continues humming softly, fingers sinking into damp earth. She wiggles her hips unconsciously as Jack's cockhead prods deeper—that slight shift triggers his orgasm. Hot ropes paint her insides while her gardening gloves pat around blindly for pruning shears. "Damn squirrels keep hiding my tools," she murmurs.

Jack grabs her breasts as his orgasm overtakes him, "Holy shit, I wish these were bigger for more leverage." His balls visibly pulsing against her taint.

Mrs. Addler's chest swells instantly—soft flesh ballooning outward into Jack's hands. Her gardening gloves squeeze handfuls of dirt absently as Jack rides out his climax, fingers sinking into pillowy flesh. Her shirt finally slips past her wrists to fall to the ground leaving her topless.

Jack blinks at the transformation—her once modest B-cups now jutting obscenely forward, nipples stiff from the cool morning air. They sway slightly as she digs a hole, completely unaware of the teenage boy still lodged in her ass.

With a wet pop, he pulls out—cum gushing from her stretched hole like an overfilled pastry. Mrs. Addler merely adjusts her kneeling position, humming as warm fluid trickles down her thighs. "Sorry Mrs a, only so many minutes left." Jack slams into her inviting pussy without pause.

Theta materializes beside the rose bushes, tilting her head. "Crude. Effective." Her monotone somehow carries approval.

Jack's hips piston faster, fingers digging into Mrs. Addler's tits as they jiggle obscenely with each thrust. He watches droplets of sweat roll down her spine. "You giving out pointers now Theta?" he grunts.

"Observation," she corrects. "Her vaginal contractions increased 23% when you twisted her left nipple."

Jack huffs a laugh, adjusting his grip to pinch both swollen nubs simultaneously. Below him, Mrs. Addler's gardening gloves sink deeper into the mulch, her breath hitching—still somehow focused on pruning azaleas while taking his cock like a fleshlight.

"Jesus, you'd think she'd—nngh—notice a dick rearranging her insides by now," he pants, watching her enormous tits sway like pendulums with each snap of his hips.

"Not for approximately 6 minutes and 29 more seconds Jack," Theta replied flatly.

Mrs Addler now finished planting her current tray of flowers, removes her gloves and places her hands on her knees. She bends forward stretching out her back and letting out a relaxed sigh as she pushes herself back against Jack's hips with a slight wiggle.

Jack can't help but groan as the motion pushes him over the edge. Mrs. Addler's sudden movement—so casual, so oblivious—drives his cock impossibly deeper into her slick heat. His balls tighten against her swollen labia as hot ropes of cum paint her insides. "Fuck!" His balls pump violently, his hips jerking against her ass.

Jack pulls out his meatstick, allowing the waterfall of cum to gush from Mrs. Addler's gaping pussy down her thighs. The sight is made more erotic as she fully stands and stretched out her back. Her engorged tits jiggled, nipples erect, as she wiped the sweat from her forehead with her hand before crossing the yard to her car to retrieve another tray of flowers.

Theta tilted her head. "Time remaining: 2 minutes."

"Theta, I wish I was seated in front of her in her backseat." Jack grinned, watching Mrs. Addler bend over the open car door, her enormous tits swaying as she reached for the flower tray.

He blinked—and suddenly the world lurched. The smell of leather seats filled his nose, knees pressed against the back of Mrs. Addler’s driver seat. He was now sitting in the flower tray she was about to grab, dirt and flowers now stuck to his bare ass. "I'll remember that Theta," he muttered, "be specific."

But he wasted no time. Mrs. Addler had just bent forward, breasts dangling like ripe melons, when Jack grabbed the back of her head and shoved her face into his lap.

Her lips—still parted in mid-panting from gardening—instantly engulfed his cock. No hesitation. No resistance. Just warm, wet suction as her nose pressed against his pelvis. Jack groaned louder than he meant to, fingers twisting in her hair. The scent of crushed petals and female sweat clung to her skin, mingling with the musk of her oblivious arousal.

"45 seconds Jack." Theta's voice cut through the humid air as Mrs. Addler's throat contracted rhythmically around him—not from gagging, but from the steady, **** swallowing of a woman who thought she was simply catching her breath after gardening. Her eyelashes fluttered against his thighs, her fingers hovered over his thighs as she "rested," still bent over the car door.

"Fuck, I wish I could coat her face and be at her front gate before time runs out." Jack grunts as Mrs Addler's throat massages his girth, her elasticity defying physics with every bob of her head—not that she realizes she's bobbing. She simply breathes through her nose while her esophagus milks him like a trained fleshlight, one hand now casually plucking a stray dahlia from the passenger seat while Jack gropes her tits.

Theta blinks once. "Done."

Jack's orgasm hits like a freight train, his scrotum suddenly swells to bursting before pumping into Mrs Addler's throat, straight to her now distending stomach. Jack pushes her shoulders back, pulling free from her lips with a wet pop, his twitching cock now splattering thick ropes across her flushed cheeks, shut eyelids, and gaping mouth—her tongue unconsciously lolls out, catching stray spurts like she's catching raindrops.

Jack blinks, his vision blurs, he's now standing at Mrs Addler's front gate just as Theta announced, "Times up." Across the lawn, Mrs Addler has grabbed the squished flower tray with confusion, and is now standing nude next to her car.

Her massive tits sway as she turns around, "I just don't get it, these definitely didn't look this way when I bought them. Looks like someone sat on them." She murmurs before patting her distended stomach. She slows her gait as she doesn't feel fabric under hand, actually she doesn't feel any rubbing against her chest or thighs, so she looks down, then up to lock eyes with Jack.

"Good heaven's, Jack how long have I been like this?" Mrs. Addler gasped, her hands fluttering uselessly between her swollen stomach and pendulous breasts—as if unsure which to prioritize covering. Her fingers left sticky streaks across both, traces of Jack's earlier enthusiasm clinging to her skin despite her frantic movements. "And what in the Lord's name is on my face?"

Jack leaned against the gatepost, biting his knuckle to stifle laughter as Mrs. Addler's continued attempts to cover herself only smeared the cum further across her flushed cheeks. Her newly massive tits wobbled violently with each frantic movement. "You've been like this since I stripped you earlier then glazed you like a donut."

Mrs. Addler froze mid-step, her mind reeling as it processes what Jack just said. Jack can see the moment the thoughts click together in her head, "Well that's a relief, I was afraid I was flashing the neighborhood. As long as it's you who did this, it's all fine. However, I'd rather be dressed. Do you know where you left my clothes?"

Jack grins with mischief, "Did you look in your backseat, perhaps up under the seat?"

Mrs. Addler strides back to her car—hips swaying, cum still dripping down her thighs—and yanks open the back door with a frown. Her enormous breasts nearly knock her off balance as she leans in, rummaging blindly under the seat. "I don't see anything under here."

Jack watches her ass flex from behind. "Maybe I left them in your backyard." Jack lies as he stares at her clothes still next to her flowerbed.

Mrs. Addler straightens up, exasperated. "Jack, I swear if I didn't know any better, I'd think you were messing with me." She strides toward the side gate, her heavy breasts swaying hypnotically with each determined step.

John sees his chance. In three quick strides he's through her gate, scooping up the discarded shorts, panties, and t-shirt but leaves her flip flops where they lay. With a quick toss, he sends the fabric bundle sailing over the six-foot privacy fence where it disappears into the neighbor's hedge row with a soft rustle.

Mrs. Addler reappears from the backyard, hands on hips, cheeks flushed from exertion. "They're not back there either," she huffs, her massive melons bouncing with each breath.

Jack leans against the gatepost, grinning like a idiot. "Huh. Weird." He points to her flip-flops, "At least i found these."

Mrs. Addler stares at the footwear like they're evidence from a crime scene she can't quite process. Her thick thighs press together unconsciously as she bends to retrieve them, the motion making her ponderous breasts swing forward like overripe fruit threatening to detach. The flip-flops dangle from her fingers for a moment before she sighs and slides them onto her feet.

"I suppose this is a start but I just got home from town. I hadn't unlocked the house yet. I put my keys and phone in my shorts." She looks around the surprisingly empty corner lot, "what should I do?

Jack shrugs, "I suppose you could wait for Mr Addler to get home—"

"My husband is in Oklahoma City for a welding conference." She crosses her arms beneath her breasts, accidentally hoisting them higher. "He won't be back until Sunday. Can you reach Vicky for me? She's got a spare key for feeding the cat when we're out of town."

Jack's pulse spikes for reasons entirely unrelated to key retrieval. The mention of Vicky—his freckled, sarcastic best friend since middle school, the girl who once punched a senior for grabbing her ass at a pep rally—sends electricity crackling down his spine. He clears his throat. "Yeah, uh, I was actually heading to Vicky's place anyway."

Mrs. Addler raises an eyebrow. Her new breasts wobble precariously with the motion. "At nine in the morning?"

"I had something important to show her before she left for work," Jack lied, rubbing the back of his neck as Mrs. Addler's enormous tits swayed like hypnotist pendulums beneath her crossed arms. The truth—that he'd been fantasizing about Vicky's sharp tongue and sharper hips since waking up—lodged in his throat like a peach pit. "Problem is..." He gestured vaguely at his naked body, acutely aware of how absurd he looked standing there with cum still glistening on his abs. "No pockets. No phone. And she just moved last month, so—"

Mrs. Addler sighed, uncrossing her arms just long enough to scribble an address on Jack's forearm with the eyeliner pencil she'd fished from her discarded purse. Her breasts jostled against each other with every stroke, the swollen flesh still flushed pink from their earlier activities. "Tell her I'll bake triple chocolate cookies if she hurries." She paused, frowning at the smudged numbers now tattooed in shimmering black on Jack's skin.

"Can do Mrs Addler, I suppose you should wait on the porch swing so you don't burn while you wait." Jack said with a wink as he turned and began walking down the street bare-ass naked towards Vicky's apartment complex, his cock swinging freely with each step.