Reunion

– Are we going in? – she said it strangely.

– Okay, even though he was having a great time, he already decided that it was taking too long.

He lifted his head from between her breasts and slowly came out from between them. A thread of saliva was trailing from his chin to her cleavage, then it tore on his side, and the rest flew into her slit. His hands returned from his buttocks to surrounding her waist. She didn't notice it; she looked ahead worriedly, as if she had seen a ghost. Her eyes wandered to the left.

– Olivia?

– Eh!? She woke up, looked down at the pig with his head still not far from her breasts and still tightly hugging her. - Yes, let's go.

She turned around, practically opening herself out of Otto's embrace, which only showed her dominance of strength over him. He closed the door and followed her to the kitchen. He watched as her hams trembled with each step, as if canned under that bathrobe. Entering the kitchen, he didn't wait any longer and grabbed the end and pulled it up. The higher it went, the more the material tensed and resisted, so it ended up not even pulling it all the way up but stopping halfway. Which still showed a lot of her meat, making a beautiful image of her buttocks cut in half. Her buns halfway up still compressed against each other, on the lower half her cheeks spilling outwards from the line created by the robe.

– Do you want something to eat? You must be hungry.

– Just a good piece of meat - still looking at the work of art he had created.

– Sure, I can make you a sandwich. Sit down.

He sat down at the island, watching his "stepmother" move around the kitchen. Bending over to the fridge. When she did, he could see a glimpse that she was actually wearing panties, white ones at that. She put the plate in front of him. She rested her elbows on the table and put her head on her hands, sticking her ass out back. She stood instead of sitting normally. She watched him eat, which even Otto found strange.

– Can I have a drink?

– Oh, yes. Water?

– Do you have any sweet drinks?

– Oh no, I don't drink those, but you can buy some.

– Okay, water will do," he wasn't happy.

She brought him the water and returned to his position. He could look at her through it, that sincere, innocent smile. Without a squint, a tongue out, or covered in filth or pubes.

– Where have you been?

– Ahem… here and there

– You were gone for a long time.

– It just happened - his gaze went down to her cleavage; when she bent over, her boobs were beautifully flattened on the counter; he could even see his saliva glistening between her tanks in the light there. Her voice faded; he only responded automatically to her yapping - Yes. Sure. Agree... - but something made him wake up, though.

– I'm glad you're back safe and sound - She said and placed her velvety hand on his.

He looked at her in consternation. For the first time in his life, he felt such affection from someone. That someone cared about his fate as lost human trash. He looked at her face again. Full of trust and concern for him, Otto could tell her everything, the whole truth, and for the first time in his pathetic life do something manly and good. Maybe she would forgive him; after all, she was so good. This was the moment, however.

–"You useless fucking dumb bitch doll"- mocked her good nature. Olivia began to worry that he didn't answer anything -"Do you think I owe you something? You belong to me now"- he had never been treated well, so when someone honestly showed it to him, he took it as a challenge, a threat. He glanced up and smiled - I see you have chips upstairs. I want them. Fetch

– You're still hungry. I can prepare something more... - she expected some sweeter answer.

– No, no. I just like an evening snack, so chop chop.

The MILF nodded and went under the cabinet, stretched out her hand, but she couldn't reach it, even being so tall. She stood on her toes, bouncing slightly, and her ass shook like jelly. Otto took out his phone, took a few pictures, and started recording.

– Come on, just a little more, you can do it - he was "encouraging" her, chuckling quietly. Olivia heard it, however, and she was a little ashamed that she couldn't do it. - Well, I'll help you, since I have to.

– You know, you can grab the stool that's in the laundry room and... Eek!

She felt his arms wrap around her thighs, but it was impossible for his hands to intertwine. He simply wrapped his hands around her meat sticks and then grabbed her skin tightly in his fists. However, what moved her the most was the feeling of someone's head burying itself in her dough. From below, he attacked, climbing higher up, digging deeper between her cheeks. She wanted to stop it, but she felt him pushing upwards. She understood his intentions.

–"He just want boost me up"

She agreed to that, maybe it would work. She went back to reaching for the package, but to her surprise, Otto's help wasn't help at all. He didn't have the strength to lift her up, so he was just molesting her, those were his real intentions. Even she noticed the pointlessness of it but he pressed with such vigor that she didn't want to clip his wings and kept trying. All this vigor was just Otto's attempts to dig deeper into her titanic rump. His head was in another dimension, a warm, soft wonderland. He dug so deep that he felt pressure on the back of his head. He went so high that he reached the place where the end of the robe pressed against half way of her pumpkins. He couldn't go any higher, too tight. So he moved little forward until he reached by the tip of his nose the material of her panties. Next he stick out his tongue and was going to do the same thing he did with her breasts at the entrance. The same slobby mess, or maybe even worse.