Whilst you wait someone else knocks at your from...

Created by: MrSuits

Chapter 3: Whilst you wait someone else knocks at your from...

by: Dima

Nothing...nothing was the thing you felt while watching the television with the cartoony characters whacking each other against the head happily till the sound affects and dialogue begins to drone in both your ears. Feeling a ball of heat welling up in your tummy while the muscles in your face contort into a aggravated scowl with both your hands shooting out to claw out at the air like a damn deranged cat. "Fuck!? Why is there a demo, a demo with such a short time limit!" You shout, kicking your feet about like a toddler throwing a fit till those claws retract to hover over your chest with the smooth palms of your hands motioning around above the flat canvas of your chest to mimic the sensation of running them over your mothers drooping plump tits while rocking your boney ass against the seat to mimic even just the feeling of your mothers chunky fat cheeks wobbling and jostling with her heavy steps. Even though it was just thirty minutes the experience was like nothing you've ever had before and sure as hell couldn't get out of watching some silly porno beneath the covers at night.

"Just when it was getting good...i-it's fucked up but mom...mom why do you have to be built better than most cam girls, Ana busts, Lorain triple G's none of them. Gah im fawning over you too!" You growl, frustrated with the taint of the experience imprinting itself into your mind, but how could you forget really? The feeling of her sensitive orbs of tit meat jiggling and chaffing against the silken cups of her bra or the soft bulge of the jelly like things matching with the deep valley of cleavage she has leaving you to shiver with goosebumps. "If only...if only there wasn't a dumb time limit, that pink dress might've looked good on mom. Maybe I can go back when she gets back?" You mumble to yourself, missing the warmth of all that fat around your body even if most of it was located in your moms udders. "Maybe try on a thong, was looking at those epic things but it felt like mom definitely has butt for days." You coo and curl those thin lips into a devious smile, just thinking about how those things could gobble up a pair like it's candy or even pumping and kneading her thing fingers into the mounds of flesh. "Like a giant teddy be-Gah!?"

You howl and jump from the couch, slamming those hands to your side to a heavy thud of some knuckles against the front door forcing your heart to run tracks against your ribs, "I did nothing! Wait, why am I acting guilty I wasn't doing anything bad?" you murmur and shake again from another hard knock on the door. whipping your head around to gaze at the amber wooded door with it's peephole and mail slot built into it's body, shuddering at the instant loss of the perverted induced high you were getting reminiscing about your mothers body. "Uh, hold on I'll get right to ya, you jerk." you mumble and make your way around the couch towards the door with almost a extra lift to your feet as though you were in your mothers heels again and lacking the weight to stumble about. rising right up to your tippy toes to peer right into the peephole to see who is on the other side.