White Picket Fence

Mathew was having the best dream. The girl from the Mexican restaurant down the street had agreed to go on a date with him. They’d gone to see a movie together, then he’d taken her to dinner afterwards. He didn’t have much memory of what the movie had been like or where they’d gone to dinner, only a hazy feeling that it’d happened. Afterwards, Mia had asked to come up to his place, and ended up spending the night. It’d been a wonderful dream.

He woke up to Mia’s massive ass in his face, trembling as she lay on top of him. His cock was rock hard in her mouth.

“Mia?” He asked, trying to get a sense of what was happening.

He felt her mouth slide off of his cock. She turned her head, and he could see the light caramel of her eyes. “M-morning Matthew. I hope this is alright. I could feel you rubbing against me in your sleep, and you were moaning and you smelled so good. I thought I could help but I know I should’ve asked permission or at least waited for you to wake up. I hope you’re not mad.” Her voice was nervous, **** for his approval.

“No, I’m not mad.” She beamed after his reassurance. “May I touch you while you’re going down on me?”

She nodded eagerly. “Of course Mas-Mathew. You don’t have to ask, you can do anything you want with me.”

How do I get her to stick up for herself? He wondered for a moment. But then he felt her breath on his dick, and he wavered. “Go back to what you were doing.”

She opened her mouth and swallowed him deep. Now fully awake, he could enjoy the sensation of her tongue stroking him. He began touching her ass, which he could hear her muffled response to. He squeezed her rump, feeling its supple curve. She’d gone to bed in her shirt from yesterday and just her panties, the latter having been swallowed by the growth of her ass. It was too big to hold at once so he began exploring with his hands, kneading and stretching. As he teased her plush backside, she slowly fell into rhythm with him. Her bobbing up and down on his cock went in time with his hands groping her ass.

With the clear view of her underwear, he could see how their escapade was affecting her. Her panties were damp and beginning to drip, unable to contain her arousal for much longer. Her muffled moaning told him that despite the fact that all he’d done was touch her butt, she was as close to orgasm as he felt.

He moaned, and the dam began to crack. The combination of his musk, his hands on her ass, and the knowledge that she was bringing him the pleasure he deserved brought her to orgasm, her cries again only muffled by the fact that she’d been deepthroating him.

Her tongue went wild, and not long after her efforts were rewarded a second time by his orgasm. She eagerly swallowed, taking in every last drop before turning around to cuddle up to him. Mathew pulled her in and wrapped his arms around her tightly.

“I love you.” She said.

He wanted to say it back. Even though he’d only been with her one night, he’d nursed a crush on her for years. But he had to know.

“Would you have said that before…” He was trying to remember what Sherrie had called it last night. ”Would you have said that before your conversion?”

She thought about it. “No.”

His heart sank, until she continued.

“I don’t think I would’ve been brave enough without this happening. I’d been tempted to ask you on a date before, but our tutoring sessions never really lasted long enough for me to work up the courage. Then you’d be gone for a few days, and I’d tell myself I’d be braver next time. But I wasn’t. Not until now.”

I hope she’s telling the truth. I don’t think she’d know if she wasn’t. He kept silent, not giving her his concerns. They just lay there for a while, him staring into her dark brown eyes.

As they lay together, he realized that between the sweat from the sex last night, the oral this morning, and her arousal dripping onto his chest, he needed a shower.

***

Forty minutes later, he had taken his shower and gotten dressed. He was too lazy to cook anything fancy for breakfast, and so they’d just poured some cereal instead. Mia didn’t comfortably fit into his kitchen chairs anymore, and so they were finishing their bowls of Cinnamon Twist on his couch.

“I think we should tell your parents what happened. I don’t want them to worry, and they’re going to have questions when they see you.”

Mia nodded. “I can arrange for the four of us to have dinner together tonight.”

“Good. Could you pick a restaurant to meet at?” He was hoping that the conversation would go better on neutral territory.

“I can call Dad later to figure it out.”

Thinking about her parents raised another concern. “I think converting people was on Sherrie’s mind a lot. Will you be safe around your mom, or would you want to convert her?”

Mia shivered. “I could convert her, but I… please don’t make me.”

“I won’t.” He promised her.

“I could help with some of my friends from school if you wanted. Heather, Brittany, Natalie?” She offered.

“Don’t worry about converting anyone else right now.”

“Good.” She sighed. “The idea of doing it on my own made me kind of nervous.”

Isn’t there a fifth member of her group of friends? He remembered. “Are you still friends with Chloe?”

She looked anxious again as the milk in her cereal started turning brown. “Yeah, I am.”

“Can I ask why you didn’t include her in the list?”

She didn’t answer the question. “Please don’t make me convert her.”

“I’m not planning on it. I just want to figure out your thought process here.”

She was ready to explain now. “Chloe has a boyfriend. She doesn’t need you like the others do.”

“She doesn’t need me?” He was trying to understand her reasoning under the influence of the transformation.

“Exactly. She has a boyfriend.”

“Is that why you want to avoid converting your mother? Because she’s married?”

Mia nodded.

“Didn’t you tell me Heather and Brittany are seeing each other?”

Mia smiled. “Yeah, they got together over last summer. I think they’d like you. Heather’s joked a few times that she asked Brittany out because she gave up on finding a good guy at school.”

“But they’re dating each other.” He pointed out. “Isn’t that what makes your mom and Chloe bad picks?”

“They can’t get each other pregnant. But you can help with that. I always dreamed about you and I and a little house with a white picket fence. But if you want it could be all of us there. Me, Sherrie, Natalie, Heather, and Brittany all raising your kids together.” She spoke with a longing in her voice. He felt like he could tell more easily than usually what parts of what she was saying were caused by her conversion.

“We can think about that another time.” He wanted to change the subject. “You need something to wear tonight. Can I take you shopping?”

She looked down at herself. After soaking through her panties, she was wearing nothing but the work shirt and a blanket. “Did you want me to wear anything while we’re shopping?” She seemed ambivalent about the idea of clothes.

That might be an issue. “You don’t have anything to change into, do you?”

“No. Even back in my bedroom, I don’t think there’s anything there that would fit me anymore.”

He tried to think about what to do. No matter how well prepared he was or how much the Santiagos trusted him, their daughter showing up to dinner naked couldn’t end well. “I’ll take your dishes and clean up, I want you to use my computer. I’ve got free shipping on Whamazon, hopefully if you order fast we can get something by tonight.”