Part Four: Cream filling

Candice moved beneath the strobing nightclub lights. It was wonderful, she hadn't been out dancing in years! She could feel the deep bass of the house music in her bones as she twisted and swayed her body in time with the heady beat.

Madeline danced with her. Well, someone who looked a lot like her daughter was beside her, frisking to the same delicious tempo. This Maddy was fuller in figure with ripe grapefruit tits and a toned heart-shaped ass testing the limits of her spaghetti strap micro-mini club dress. They still had her daughter's youthful face though, framed in long flows of thick dark hair but with glossy smiling lips and large sparkling eyes as she undulated closer to Candice.

She looked so happy... and so very pretty! Candice's heart soared as she spun gracefully under the flashing dance-floor lights.

Throughout the nightclub stood small groups and couples of indistinct figures of trendily dressed men and women with their faces lost in the deep shadows. Candice could feel their eyes on her, the men's hungry gazes and the women's envious glares. She could sense their hands twitching to seize onto her soft curves or claw at her firm muscular flesh. She could even see the hard press of the guy's stiff members in their dark trousers and skinny jeans as she gyrated her voluptuous figure to the glorious electric rhythm.

She giggled when she spotted her own reflection in the landscape mirror set behind the bar. She looked gorgeous! She was wearing a matching mini-dress to her daughter only in shimmering metallic silver rather than Maddy's jet-black number. Her tits were huge and almost spilling out of the low swooping bodice. Her hips flared outrageously while her belly and waistline were nearly nonexistent. Her hair was styled high in loose piles upon her pretty head and she gave her reflection a saucy wink as she ran her hands up her sensuously swirling body to play sexily into her silky locks.

"Gosh but you are sooo~ beautiful, Mommy." Madeline pushed her slinky, busty body hard into Candice's own, still rocking with the pulsating music until their breasts were pressed against each other, their expansive tit-flesh joined and rolling firmly together.

"...Can I kiss you, please?"

Her soft lips parted as she begged and Candice could taste the warmth of her breath, their pleasure-drunk faces were only centimetres apart now.

"Of course, Sweetie," Candice giggled then leaned down and brushed her soft lips against her daughters with a long, sensual moan.

Candice awoke tangled in the bed-sheets. She felt hot and flushed with arousal. She must have been radiating a lot of that heat because Grant was turned away with his back to her, deep asleep on the far side of their large bed.

She didn't know how late it was. The strict time requirements of the research project Grant worked on meant that he kept some very odd hours and she had fallen asleep while waiting for him.

She had even dressed up for the occasion, draping herself in a playful lace babydoll she hadn't worn in years. It was a sheer, translucent sea-foam piece of lingerie with forest pattern embroidery for highlighting. The cut was so scanty that it only fell to the tops of her wide hips and left a coquettish hint at the matching emerald satin panties covering her smooth mound down below.

...or at least it used to. Now her billowing bosom pushed out the front so far that the insubstantial mesh cascaded from her tight raspberry nipples like verdant waterfalls and hoisted the hemline high up above her soft belly-fold.

"Grant... Honey?"

She whispered, sliding gently in behind him and slipping a hand over his slim waist as she snuggled in close against him. Her breasts pancaked against his back and her puckered peaks rubbed thrillingly into his shoulders.

"Mmmhmmm." He drowsed, not stirring as his breath remained slow and deep.

Candice let her hands brush feather-soft across his shallow chest and lean stomach. He had such a slight build, as though his body--much like his mind--rejected any extraneous superfluity and embraced strictly functional efficiency. He was taller than her (thank goodness) and a bit rangy with a mop of fair hair. She liked that he kept himself in shape with regular exercise but right now all her lusty interests were solely focused somewhere lower.

Her husband routinely slept in a pair of plain cotton boxer shorts and little else. Candice slid her fingers into the elastic waistband and sighed happily as she palmed what lay beneath. Her fingers closed around soft, warm tissue and she swallowed her own moan of satisfaction as she felt it twitch slightly at her touch.

She gnawed her fat bottom lip ardently and began to lightly stroke him, teasing the flesh under his tip with her fingernails until he started to harden. Grant wasn't a large man in any physical proportion but his swelling shaft more than filled her small hand as she peppered butterfly kisses on the nape of his neck. Her nose caught the subtle waft of his arousal and she breathed out a satisfied sigh at the earthy, mildly acrid smell.

"Mmmmwah... whaa~?"

Her husband murmured dreamily, his body shifting uneasily beneath the sheets but Candice held him fast. She pulled him back against her big pillowy breasts and ran a soothing hand through his short hair...

"Shhhhhh... Honey, it's alright. Relax and let me take care of you."

Grant was not usually a deep sleeper but her tender touch and soothing tone stilled him even as his breathing quickened minutely.

He was soon approaching full mast and Candice was growing ever more excited as she felt the pulse of his heartbeat throb slowly through his expanding length. She ground her own panty-clad pelvis gingerly against his narrow backside, tentatively bucking his hips forward into her slowly pumping fist. Her already roused womanhood darkened the crotch of her shiny green lingerie with its dewy nectar.

She was burning up and nearly shaking like a roof in a storm with all her pent-up desires. Candice needed this, some sort of outlet for all the naughty thoughts and smoldering fantasies that plagued her waking and sleeping hours. Her hand moved faster, sliding up and caressing his engorged head before slipping back down to confidently squeeze the base. She leaned her head in to nibble hungrily at his ear then giggled quietly when he shook his head away in sleepy agitation.

"That's it, Honey. You're doing sooo~ well... just rest and let your wicked little wifey look after you." She purred into his ear before reaching out her tongue to shyly lick it.

Just the thought of what she was doing had her on edge. Silently squirming and rubbing herself against her sleeping partner like some insatiable whorish minx while jerking him off under the sheets... It was all so deliciously sinful and delectably indecent that it had her writhing fit to burst!

He was getting close too, she could feel it in the hot, stiff flesh between her fingertips and the arrested hitch in his breathing. He was nearly there and her own teetering, towering climax just needed to see it before...

"That's right, Baby. You can do it. Cum for me, let it all go. Cum for your dirty slut-wife so she can drink it all down..."

"Nnnnuurghh~"

Grant let out a half-strangled groan so low Candice barely heard it, she didn't need to though as she felt his cock seize in her silky grip and then hot fresh man-seed was splashing over her knuckles.

Candice twisted her face down into the pillow as she tipped and fell wailing into the sordid depths of her own frenzied fruition. She was like a falling star of ecstatic pleasure, blazing down to crash into the deepest midnight ocean of irresistibly vulgar and risqué desires. Her body arched, her broad hips thrusting high into the air even as Grant's sleeping body seemed to fold in on itself around her still pumping fist.

"AAIEE-hhhhmmph!"

Her blissful shrieks were quickly muzzled by the pillow but she held her quivering body bowed up off the mattress until the electric spasms of orgasmic release finally subsided. Her panties were soaked through and her pussy-honey was leaking down onto the bed, soiling the snowy white sheets.

"C-Candice?" Grant stirred when she finally settled back in behind him, slipping her sticky hand smoothly out of his boxers.

"Hush Darling, go back to sleep. You were just dreaming..." She cooed breathily even as her own heart still thrilled wildly in her heaving bosom.

"Mmmm... 'kay." He slurred groggily.

She waited impatiently for him to relax back into restful sleep again and once he began to gently snore, she raised her long gooey fingers to her smug, victorious lips.

The muted sound of wet slurping and faint gasping giggles drifted throughout the otherwise quiet bedroom.

Candice strutted out of the office elevators like the only cat in a world solely populated by canaries. She was feeling amazing!

She had actually overslept a bit but a girl did need her beauty sleep especially with the filthy, sex-filled dreams she had been having. She had woken in bed to find Grant already left for work--which was a shame because she had wanted to thank him for last night with good-morning blowjob--taking Madeline with him to attend her own morning classes at the town's college.

That had been a pleasant surprise as Maddy had always staunchly argued that she would rather die than be indebted to her dreaded step-father in any fashion. It was so silly and Candice was glad to see they were putting all the squabbling behind them, even if it was only a lift to school.

She had made her morning coffee, struggling more than usual with the troublesome pod dispenser, and then set about picking out her outfit for the day. Now that was really fun...

When she paraded her way back into her kitchen having chosen a little halter-neck waistcoat and a matching pin-stripe skirt. The sleeveless button-up top had a deep v-neck that framed the deep valley of her abundant cleavage and teased at hints of her frilly violet bralette along the edges. She wore no blouse or shirt under it, so a lot of her healthy, glowing skin was out on display.

The brief skirt was pleated and daringly small. It sat so low on her generous hips that the thin looping side-strings of her tiny purple thong peaked out but high enough on her thick thighs that the lacy tops of her dark stockings flashed as she sashayed about the house in her tall high heels.

Then she had spotted the pink cardboard box sticking out of the kitchen garbage. Picking it up she had discovered it empty and not just empty but practically licked clean. No scattered crumbs or stray icing clung to the lid or littered the inside of the container and Candice had a sudden feeling of uncertainty for the first time that day.

She hadn't eaten them, had she? No, She would have remembered that... so maybe Madeline or even Grant? But Madeline was... urgh... "watching her figure" and Grant was a fastidious eater who didn't much care for sweets. It was a mystery and one she didn't have time for as she checked the clock on her phone, pausing only to take a quick sexy selfie she planned to send to Grant later in the day.

It was taken from a high angle, focused right down her skimpy top, she just knew it would get his attention.

Men gawped at her as she strode confidently through the banks of dreary gray cubicals, her hips swaying extravagantly making the small skirt swish enticingly from side to side. She set one heeled foot down across the other in a runway models strut and flipped her hair with a saucy smirk each time she caught one of her wage-**** compatriots staring at anything but her face.

She had certainly given them plenty of options.

Sure, her exposed midriff was still soft with a bit of a roll to it but her waist was still pronounced and she could see that the extra heft in her hips and ass was getting a lot of very friendly attention in her impish office outfit. Her breasts were all but ballooning out of the pinstripe top and the top waistcoat button was under a lot of strain trying to keep them contained.

Candice giggled and one overweight office worker looked like he might swoon at the sweet girlish sound of it coming from her glossy strawberry lips. That was funny too.

She honestly didn't think the day could get any better as her arrival impacted the office like a grenade being tossed into the still waters of a placid lake. Workers stood and stared slack-jawed at her over the cheap dividers as she passed. Then further employees would get up to see who was causing all the fuss with equally flattering **** noises and shocked expressions.

She was the center of attention for once, not some forgotten, down-trodden nobody and it felt incredible.

Arriving at her desk at last with a fanfare of whispered exclamations and low-key whistles behind her, she waved happily back at the office audience and turned to her cluttered workstation.

On it sat a pastel pink pastry box with a small, neatly folded card tied to one corner by a bright daisy-yellow ribbon.

Candice squealed and clapped her hands excitedly before perching on the edge of her decrepit chair and snatching up the card to read:

For our first and most favourite customer.

~ B.B's

Smiling brightly, Candice eagerly opened the lid to see inside--though she could already smell what treasures lay within.

A glittering collection of perfectly golden, utterly identical cream puffs topped in petite dollops brilliantly shining icing. A full baker's dozen of them...

Whatever that was, she thought with a giggle.