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Chapter 3 by tallwoodx2 tallwoodx2

Who is this MILF?

Joan Wittler

Joan Wittler at 41 was still a very attractive woman at 5'7 with 34D breasts and an ass and legs to match she was definitely a milf, not that she ever admit it, looked at the statue, she snorted at the 'passion' nonsense the shopkeeper talked about, like Max even looked at her anymore... still it was rather attractive for a statue... supple breasts, trim stomach, long legs, toned ass, and you can't forget her sweet, sweet puss- what the hell! - since when had she thought about women like that!. "that's it" Joan thought "no more late night netflix I get the weirdest ideas" putting the statue on the passenger seat, 'but was it so wrong' a voice whispers in her ear "the hell!" Joan swerved slightly and tried to figure out who spoke looking wildly in her car. taking a shuddering breath, she drove down a road finding a secluded part to park in.

Joan searched her car "okay who is that is this some sort of prank" she growled angerly but nothing happened no voices, no one pops up, nothing. Joan shook her head and looked around and noticed the statue, picking it up she examined it again "a voice recorder or something, damn scam artist is this just some joke to him" she muttered angerly. With a sigh she shrugged it off Joan drove home not noticing she placed the statue on her lap, the barest mummering in her head like women gasping no moaning in her ear, unnoticed by her in her agitated state.

As she drove down her street Joan couldn't help but notice the various women and girls in her neighbourhood all so beautiful and sexy- dammit not again what was with her today? 'nothing' a woman's voice purred in her head. She took a deep breath and parked in her garage and got out of her car, still holding the statue, "hey Joan what you got there!" yelled one of her neighbours, a Mrs. Margret Flatch, a somewhat older widow in her early fifties from Tennessee, but still a handsome woman thanks to her excersise regime, and if the rumors were true various younger men helping her lose weight, "hm...? oh just a something I brought from the antique store next to the market. the owner said it was a 'fertility statue' and would bring passion back to my bed which with Max I'll need all the help I can get" Joan remarked. Margret snorted. "True enough, that man of yours doesn't know what to do with a woman in front of him, mind if I have a look?" she asked. "Sure knock yourself out" Joan shrugged and gave it to Margret. 'Ohhh' whispers a woman is delight and need, Margret studied the statue noticing it seemed to get better looking, no sexier, the longer she held it but shrugged figuring it was just the style it was made in, looking up to Joan she couldn't help but notice how attractive -- no how hot -- she looked today "if the husband of hers doesn't want her well I might just take a shot at her" 'oh yesss' softly moans out in her head, not noticing the voice or the oddness of her thoughts Margret checked out Joan under the guise of studying the statue, before shrugging and handing the statue back to Joan "if that man of yours gets you down come on over and when get out the wine and booze and have a grand ol' time what do you say" Margret said, winking at Joan. With a laugh Joan replied "I might take you up on that." Both laughed and said goodbye, Joan not noticing Margret's eyes following her ass as it swayed side to side while she entered her home.

The Statue of Lesbos eyes flashed while a woman's laugh could be heard among the moans, gasps and strangely erotic thoughts entering Joan's head, 'it begins...' whispered the spirit within the Idol.

What happens next?

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