The MILF down the street

The house you choose is one you've been to many times. Susan is a firecracker of a woman that seems blessed with the genes to keep her vitality and good looks even into her 40's and after three children. The care at which she maintains her home and the impressive job she did with her offspring, especially considering the **** of her husband a few years ago, only convince you of her suitability to be your next mate.

As you take a look in the back door, the screen door giving you a good view of the inside, you take note that the normally attentive watchdogs of the surrounding houses have been very quiet. Looking over at one of the yards, you can see one of them staring at you intently, wagging and panting as if you were the coolest thing ever. Interesting... But whatever works if they're not causing a ruckus.

You recall the layout of the house as you squeeze in the entrance, your nose telling you that she is alone at the moment. Her youngest daughter, the cute little blonde who was forever crushing on you and would not be moving out till college started once summer passed, doesn't seem to be home. Oh well. It gives you time to work on her mother without having to worry about two of them.

You find Susan sitting in front of the TV, dressed only in a light silken nightgown and ready for bed. Her dirty blonde hair is tied up in a bun, exposing the youthful skin you've had to resist touching so many times. Luckily she is facing away from you, meaning you can watch her for a few minutes, taking in her intoxicating scent. In disbelief, you notice soon that her aroma indicates that she, too, is ovulating. This is either your lucky day, or that mishap had more effects than turning you into an oversexed werewolf and allowing you to change others.

Turning your attention back to Susan, you see her slowly sliding to the side. Her rhythmic breathing and slowed heartbeat tell you she's fallen asleep. You creep up to her, tentatively peeking at her face and confirm it. You glance about, grinning when you see the windows are already covered, and focus your full attention on your new mate. Your cock throbs with need and pent up excitement, demanding you seed her quickly, but you **** the instinct down, wanting to take your time to ensnare her before the transformation potentially **** it on her.

You lick your lips at your prize, her impressive tits still full and firm after all these years beneath the light fabric. Amy's size had more than tripled, even before her milk came in, so you look forward to seeing how Susan's body will respond. It will be interesting to see what she might turn into, as well.

Keeping your senses attuned to her reactions, you begin popping buttons one after the other. Moving a few pillows, you help her stay relatively upright as you continued down in an attempt to not jar her awake, finally opening up her nightgown enough to expose her bra. With her still apparently deep asleep, you take a bit of a risk and cut the small central bit of fabric, letting the cups fall away to reveal her treasures to you fully for the first time. Her nipples are a deep pink, almost red, against her pale skin, each breast refusing to sag much even considering their apparent weight.

Not yet wanting to wake her, you wrench your gaze away from slavish admiration of her tits to continue stripping her. A few buttons later opens up the whole nightgown, and you wonder how to get her panties off without waking her. You freeze for a moment as she stirs, but thank your lucky stars that all she does is shift positions and sigh, falling deep asleep again only on her back instead of her side, giving you a better angle to work with.

Pulling them off ever so slowly, you savor her scent. This woman has haunted your dreams, even taken residence in your fantasy play with Amy, and soon you will have her. She lays before you, almost completely exposed and mostly nude, her beauty everything you ever hoped it would be. Ready to quiet her the moment she woke up, you gently spread her legs and lean in to savor her taste. Your rough tongue gets a moan out of her, and she absentmindedly begins to rub one of her breasts. Her juices are very sweet, and her pheromones are beginning to cloud your mind, and you know you'll soon be rutting into her uncontrollably like you did with Amy.

"Hummm..." You stop a moment as Susan moves again. "Again, darling...?" she mumbles. She's dreaming you're her dead husband! You know she hasn't dated since then, and it only now occurs to you that she must have a lot of pent up desires. Perfect...

You take a chance that her sleeping brain will play along, softly whispering in her ear "You're just so beautiful, my love. Lets get you to bed, and do this properly."