Marissa isn't really interested in the movie, either

The second act of the movie begins with a bombastic action sequence, drawing surprised gasps and chuckles from the audience in the theater. You remember long ago, when movies and entertainment used to be the be-all-end-all of your life. A means to escape from the reality you found yourself in.

Now, you couldn’t care less about any of that. About escapism.

You watch as the mother of your greatest high school bully lifts a piece of popcorn with her thumb and index finger. A thick, white liquid slides off of it onto her fingers, but the majority of it is still on the piece of popcorn. Sharon opens her mouth and places the piece of popcorn on her tongue.

Her cerulean blue eyes flick over to you, watching you watch her. She opens her mouth wider and twirls her tongue around the popcorn piece, bathing it in her saliva and smearing her tongue with the white liquid. Your cum. Your cum is in the mouth of Jared’s mother. You almost can’t believe what you’re seeing, even though it’s already happened before. A part of you wants to pull your phone out and take a picture of her, just for posterity, but you don’t. Despite everything Jared did to you, his mother is innocent. It just so happens that not only is she incredibly hot and malleable to your hypnotic influence, she happens to be Jared’s mom. By conquering and exploiting her, it’s like you’re finally getting one over him.

Seemingly satisfied she’s shown you enough, she closes her mouth and starts chewing. She swallows seconds later, and you follow the bulge in her throat as she accepts your cum into her stomach.

Her lips curl upwards as she watches you watch her. She leans towards you slightly, drawing your eyes to her deep cleavage.

“You seem like you’re enjoying yourself. Am I right to assume that me swallowing your… ejaculate is helping with your recovery?”

You nod slowly. If you’d actually been mentally traumatized by what Jared had done to you in high school, you imagine that seeing his mother dine on your baby batter would have done wonders for your self-esteem. Not that it doesn’t now; you’re actually really enjoying the sight of it. It’s such a simple enjoyment, far more entertaining than the movie Sharon had paid to see could ever be. It was something real. Something visceral that you could see and affect with your decisions.

For you, reality had always been something unpleasant and boring and which you had always wanted to escape. Ever since you ended up in this new world, things like TV, video games, and movies didn’t have the same draw that they used to. After all, why would you need an escape from reality when reality was essentially built to cater to your whims?

“Yeah,” you whisper. “I think I feel better already.”

“Good,” she plucks another cum-smeared piece of popcorn out of the bowl and puts it in her mouth. After a few seconds of chewing, she tilts her head upwards and swallows again. This time it’s much easier for you to follow the bulge in her throat.

Sharon sighs contently and smiles at you, and you’re once again struck by the sight of a string of pubic hair stuck between her two front teeth. It doesn’t seem like she’s noticed it at all. Should you tell her? How would she even react?

Before you can decide what to do, you notice someone shift in front of you. Glancing down at the people occupying the seats in the rows below, you notice the unmistakable form of Marissa. The African-American MILF is sitting sideways in her seat. Her face is illuminated only by the intermittent flashing of the movie screen, but you can glimpse her dark eyes as they watch the two of you.

She notices your eyes on hers and immediately turns around to face the movie screen, presenting the back of her head to you.

“Shit.”

How much did Marissa see? Did she see Sharon go down on you? Could she have? If she did, would she tell anyone? Sharon was pretty worried earlier that if people saw you two together sexually she could lose her practice. As much as you hate Jared, you don’t want to see Sharon’s professional life get destroyed because of your animosity toward her son.

You have to get down there. Leave the theater and get Marissa to follow you, and explain to her in no uncertain terms that she can’t breathe a word of what she saw to anyone.

The real question was: would she listen?

Sharon shoots you a concerned look.

“Hey. Everything okay?”

You nod.

“Yeah. I just have to use the bathroom real quick,” the lie flies easily off your tongue. You’re grateful that it doesn’t seem like Sharon’s aware that Marissa had probably had her eyes on the two of you for a long while. Long enough to see Sharon in a potentially career-ending position. She definitely wouldn’t react well to that.

Sharon nods.

“Okay. You want me to come with you?”

You shake your head.

“No, I’ll be gone for a few minutes tops, probably. Uh, thanks for offering, though.”

The beautiful brunette MILF smiles.

“I’d be a poor therapist if I didn’t offer to help a patient,” she whispers.

You stand up from your seat. Sharon tucks her legs in to allow you to pass. She watches you leave, and you grin when she starts eating the cum-covered popcorn again.

Turning away from her, you make your way down the aisle. It’s dimly lit by amber floor lights, but they weren’t really necessary considering the screen provided more than enough light for you to move around without running into something or tripping.

Within seconds, you reach the row where Marissa and her family are sitting. Glancing at them, you see that Frank and his two sons are utterly enraptured by the movie. They smile slightly and stare at the movie screen, snacking on popcorn and taking sips from their large cups of soda.

You tap Marissa’s shoulder. Her eyes immediately flick up to yours. She smiles shyly, as if embarrassed by something. Maybe she’s kicking herself for getting caught staring at you.

“Follow me,” you mouth. You beckon her with your hand. She nods and shifts slightly in her seat to whisper something to her husband.

Confident that Marissa received your message, you continue down the steps to the front of the theater. You make your way through the hallway which leads to the rest of the building. You open the large black door and step into the far more brightly lit red-carpeted wing of the building where it seems half of the theaters in the building reside. You glance around, taking in the high walls and brightly lit theater number signs. Another sign that reads “Restrooms” juts out of the wall about halfway down from where you are to the concession stand.

A few clusters of people are walking down the wing, chattering amongst themselves. They ignore you.

You lean back against the wall, arms crossed. Within a minute, the door to Theater Six opens, and Marissa steps out into the light with you.

She’s tall. Slightly taller than yourself, but that doesn’t really bother you.

“Hey.”

She turns to face you. Her cheeks flush slightly. She wrings her hands together in front of herself and swallows nervously.

“Hey. You wanted me to follow you?”

You nod.

“I’m surprised you did. I thought you’d think I was some kind of weirdo or something.”

She chuckles, and you try not to gape at the way her breasts jiggle as she laughs.

“Oh come, on John. You’re such a nice, handsome guy. There’s nothing you could do that would make me think you were a weirdo.”

Marissa puts her left hand on the top of her blouse and hooks her index finger into her cleavage again. She tugs on the neck of her blouse slightly, showing more of her expansive titflesh. Fuck.

“Are you sure about that?”

She nods.

“So if I had a woman suck me off in the movie theater, you wouldn’t think that was strange at all?”

Her eyes widen. She swallows again.

“All right,” she sighs. “You got me. Yes, I saw you and your friend’s mother having fun in the back of the theater.”

So, it’s just as you feared.

“You were spying on us? Why?”

Marissa wilts under your glare, like a student who had offended a teacher she greatly admired and was readying herself for a firm reprimand.

You keep your glare trained on her. It’s astounding how nervous she seems as your eyes demand answers from her. You’re not used to having power over women her age, or really any women for that matter, and any scenarios where that would happen were confined exclusively to your fantasies of power and control.

But as you stood there, glaring at a married mother who, for all intents and purposes, should want nothing to do with you, you can’t help but feel that you have power over her. That she will accede to your every whim and wish, if only because she believes that it’s the only way to curry favor with you.

“Tell me the truth, Marissa. Why were you spying on me and Sharon instead of watching the movie?”

She clenches her fists and straightens her posture, steeling herself.

“The truth,” she starts. “The truth is, you’re the most handsome man I’ve ever seen in my entire fucking life. I couldn’t keep my eyes off of you.”

You blink.

She continues, “It’s strange. Before today, I was pretty happy with my life. Well, maybe not happy, but satisfied. I have a husband and sons who love me and a career that pays well. Then I fell into that trance and when I woke up and saw you, it was like I’d lived underground my whole life and just seen daylight for the first time. I mean, you’re beautiful. You’re handsome and smart and wonderful and kind. My husband… he’s just, I couldn’t even stand to look at him when he got back. He was so ugly and disgusting compared to you. So were my sons and all the actors in that movie. So, I decided to look at the one thing I really enjoy looking at."

She gives a shuddering sigh. Her eyes shimmer slightly.

“I’m so sorry for violating your privacy, but I couldn’t stop myself. I know that’s not an excuse and if you don’t want anything to do with me from now on, I’ll… I’ll understand.”

Something twists within you, and before you realize what you’re doing you reach a hand up to cup the side of her face.

Marissa moans and nuzzles herself into your hand.

“It’s okay,” you whisper. You step closer to her so that your faces almost touch. Her huge, soft breasts are pressed against your chest. “I had no idea you felt that way.”

Marissa gives you a wet smile.

“I know it sounds really strange, but I do. Funny. I never believed in love at first sight, but now… God, just being near you feels like I’ve stepped into heaven.”

Damn, and you thought you’d done a number of Veronica. If this is how Marissa feels about you now, there might not be a limit to things she’ll do or tolerate from you in order to keep you firmly in her life.

You give her your kindest smile.

“All right. Promise me you won’t tell anyone you saw me with Sharon and I’ll forgive you.”

She tilts her head slightly and plants her lips on your hand, like a worshiper would her priest.

“I promise, my lips are sealed.”

“You can’t tell a single soul. Not without my permission. Okay, Marissa? It’s very important that you understand that.”

She nods rapidly.

“I understand, John. I promise.”

“I want to believe you, Marissa. I really do, but we just met. How do I know you won’t tell anyone?”

She kisses your hand again.

“I can’t make you trust me. So just… tell me what it’ll take to make you believe me. I can’t lose you, John. I just can’t.”

You manhood throbs in your pants.

“I’m sure you can think of something,” you say.

Marissa chews her lower lip. Something glimmers in her eyes.

“Well, I’m a married woman,” she says. “I have a house, two sons, a job, and a large extended family. If people found out I cheated on my husband, I could lose a lot. Whoever found something like that out would have a lot of power over me. It’d probably be enough to guarantee I’ll keep my mouth shut about whatever you want me to.”

“Hm,” you make a show of mulling over her offer, as if there were any chance you would say no. You move your hand on her face so that your thumb presses against her plump blowjob lips. She smiles wickedly before opening her mouth and engulfing your finger in her warm, wet mouth. She wriggles her tongue over your thumb with no concern over how dirty it might be. “I guess we could work something out, Marissa. Like you said, I’d have a lot of power over you. Wouldn’t you have to do more for me than just keep your mouth shut?”

You pull your thumb from her mouth with audible plop. It’s smeared in her hot, wet saliva, but she doesn’t recoil when you rub it on her face.

“I guess I’d have to do whatever you told me,” she mutters.

“Good girl,” you smirk, and move your hand from her face. She lets out a groan of protest, but your praise seems to have coaxed another smile from her. “Now turn around. I saw your breasts earlier and I want to see what we’re working with back there.”

“You betcha,” she smiles brightly and turns around slowly. You’re treated with the sight of her ass for the first time. It’s big and round and juicy. Ripe for being spanked or being smacked by your abdomen as you fucked her doggystyle. She gives her ass a shake. It jiggles enticingly in those tight pants of hers. Images flash through your mind. You picture Marissa bending over in the movie theater and spreading her asscheeks for you. Her dark eyes gaze at you over her shoulder. They glimmer with naked adoration and lust and… and worship. In your vision, you know this woman will do anything for you, no matter how difficult or depraved. It’s like you’re a god and she’s your loyal and devoted priestess here to carry out your will on Earth.

“Now turn around and face me.”

She obeys, but moves slowly. Her eyes stare at you, and for a moment you think you detect a glimmer of hope within them.

“We probably don’t have a lot of time before the people we’re here with start to wonder where we’ve gone, but I’d like to do something with you.”

“I’d like that, too,” she glances around, and then smiles. “I told my husband I was going to the bathroom. Why don’t we do that?”

You quirk an eyebrow.

“Sounds interesting, but aren’t movie theater bathrooms usually crowded?”

“Mhm. That’s why we’re going to use the handicapped restroom. No one will bother us there.”

You chuckle.

“Okay, that sounds like a plan. Oh, I just realized I don’t know your last name.”

The two of you start walking together. Her hand finds yours quickly and squeezes.

“It’s Lewis,” she says. “What’s yours?”

“My last name’s Doe.”

She smiles prettily. Her black hair bobs slightly as the two of you walk.

“I like it. John Doe.”

“Thanks. So, what do you do for a living?”

She squeezes your hand again.

“Oh, I’m a realtor.”

“Do you like it?” you ask.

She shrugs.

“It pays the bills. I was never really a fan of selling houses. It’s really hectic and a lot of people like to get cold feet at the last possible second. But I’m not bad at it and there are worse jobs out there, if you know what I’m saying.”

“I guess. Still, it sucks you don’t seem to like your work. A woman as pretty as you should be happy with her life,” you say.

Marissa nudges you with her hip.

“I’m happy right now…” the two of you stop in front of a large blue door. A black and white symbol on the wall next to it depicts a man in a wheelchair.

You give her hand a squeeze.

“So, we’re doing this. Are you ready?”

Marissa nods. She looks around for a few moments.

“Definitely. Come on, the coast is clear,” she grabs the door handle and twists, pulling the door outward, revealing a brightly lit room beyond. It seems rather clean at first glance and you wonder exactly how much use it actually gets.

She holds the door open and gestures you inside. You walk in and she follows, shutting the door behind her and locking it.

The voluptuous ebony MILF gives you a long stare. She smirks.

“Well, you’ve got me here alone. What are you going to do to me?”

You smile back.

“First off, I want to see those tits. Take your shirt off.”

She quirks an eyebrow, and for a brief moment you worry that she’s having second thoughts. Then she lowers her hands to the bottom of her blouse and pulls upward. Her smooth caramel-skinned stomach comes into view. She pauses for a moment, then in one swift movement, she lifts her blouse.

Her massive breasts spring into view, albeit contained within an offending white bra. Shit, you think, they’re even bigger than they looked when she had her blouse on.

Noticing your irritation, Marissa places her shirt on the edge of the bathroom sink and reaches behind her back, undoing her bra within seconds. She removes her bra quickly, exposing her naked breasts to you for the first time.

They’re huge and soft and dark. You lick your lips as you stare at her cute nipples. They stick out proudly from her chest, hardened with arousal or the cool air or maybe a combination of the two.

“Wow,” there’s really not much else you can say.

Marissa grins.

“You like them?”

She shakes her chest, causing her breasts to dance heavily.

You nod slowly.

“Oh yeah. I bet your husband can’t get enough of them.”

Marissa shrugs.

“When we first met, he was all over them, but he hardly gives me attention anymore."

"Seriously?" you ask.

She nods.

"Yeah. It’s like, once I popped out a few kids for him, he started seeing me as the mother of his children instead of the woman he married. We haven't had sex in three months.”

You take a few steps toward her. You reach out and grab a handful of each tit. Your hands practically sink into her warm, pliant titflesh. She moans.

“That’s really sad to hear," you lie through your teeth. You grab her nipples between your fingers and give them a few tweaks, drawing a surprised gasp from her. “A woman like you should be getting a lot more attention from whichever man she happens to be with.”

She shakes her head.

“That’s sweet of you to say, but there’s only one man whose attention I want now and he’s giving it to me.”

“Yeah? You don’t care about your husband anymore?” you prod her with words as you grope her breasts. You move your hands underneath them, feeling their weight. You move your hands up and down, juggling them.

She smiles sadly.

“I still love him, but it’s strange. I can’t remember ever being attracted to him. I have no idea why the hell I even married him. Fuck, your hands feel so good,” she presses her chest into your hands and moans softly.

“You like it when I touch you?”

“Mhm,” she nods. “Please don’t stop. Oh god, why does that feel so fucking good?”

"Maybe you just really like me," you say.

Marissa giggles.

"Maybe."

Chuckling, you remove your hands from her breasts.

Marissa pouts at you. Her dark eyes stare at your hands longingly.

“Hey, why’d you sto-”

Before she can finish her sentence, you lean forward and press your lips against hers. She lets out a “mmmp” of surprise before moaning throatily and moving her lips against yours. Her hands wrap around your back as she draws you more deeply into the kiss.

Her lips are soft and inviting, much like the rest of her. You probe at them with your tongue and she opens them immediately, submitting to your desire to invade her mouth. Her tongue flicks and twists against yours hungrily.

You reach behind her and grab her ass, and it’s every bit as soft and yielding as you expected. Marissa hums pleasingly into your mouth and deepens the kiss further, mashing her huge breasts against your clothed chest.

The two of you make out for a few more minutes while you enjoy feeling up Marissa’s big, juicy ass. She lowers her left hand between your legs and cops a feel of your cock. Her fingers find your shaft easily and she begins stroking you through your pants.

You break the kiss.

Marissa gazes at you through half-lidded eyes for a few moments before seeming to come back to her senses.

“Wow. Just wow,” she squeezes your cock and bites her lip. “You’re an amazing kisser. So much better than Frank. And it seems like you have a really nice cock down there, too. Would it… would it be okay if we…”

She trails off. Her dark eyes practically glow with desire. Her dark cheeks are flushed red. Whatever she’s about to say, it looks like she’s waiting for a little encouragement from you.

“If we had sex?” you ask, a tinge of hope coloring your voice. Despite the fact that you’d been plopped in this amazing new world days ago, your virginity is still very much intact. You certainly wouldn’t mind losing it to a woman as beautiful and voluptuous as Marissa.

Marissa gazes into your eyes for a long moment before nodding shyly.

“Of course it’s okay,” your hands find her tits again. “Why don’t you pull down your pants and bend over the sink?”

She gives you a relieved smile.

“Okay. Wow, we’re really doing this…” she mutters, and begins to do as you commanded. She shuffles over to the bathroom sink. It’s rather large and wide, enough for her to rest her arms on and stick her ass out comfortably. She grabs the waistband of her pants and pulls them down. You see her pink underwear get dragged along for the ride. Her pants are now bunched around her ankles, and you can see her naked thighs and ass for the first time.

You’d heard a lot of expressions to describe women like Marissa. Voluptuous. Curvy. Thicc. She embodies all of these qualities to a T. Gazing at her nude form, you watch as she bends for you. It doesn’t seem to matter to her that you’re in the bathroom of a palace as public as a movie theater. She doesn’t seem to care how dirty or clean the sink is as she rests her arms along its sides. Her huge breasts fill the tub of the sink more fully than water likely ever has.

She gazes at you through the mirror on the sink and smiles, seemingly enjoying your appreciation of her body. Her eyes glimmer deviously and she licks her lips.

“Hey John?”

“Yeah?” you unzip your fly and drag your newly-hardened cock out. Marissa’s eyes focus on it immediately.

“You should take your phone out and snap a few pictures of you fucking me. With ironclad **** material like that, I’d be completely at your mercy, wouldn't I?”

Your cock twitches as you walk up to her. You place a possessive hand on her left asscheek and grab your cock with your right.

“Are you sure that’s what you want? I’d probably hold those pictures over your head for the rest of your life. You’d have to be totally obedient to me no matter what I told you to do.”

Her eyes lose focus for a moment.

“Totally obedient…”

She blinks and shakes her head. Her eyes meet yours.

“If it keeps you in my life, I don’t care. I’ll do whatever you want. You want me to divorce my husband? I’ll do it. You want me to quit my job? Say the word and it’s done. Just please, please fuck me. I don't think I can wait any longer.”

You peel open Marissa’s asscheeks with your life hand, exposing her pussy and the brown rosebud of her asshole. Her sphincter clenches slightly.

You press your cock against her pussy. Fuck, it’s so wet and hot. It’s like you’re resting the head of your cock against a fleshy furnace.

Quickly, you grab your phone from your pants and snap a picture of your cock sandwiched between Marissa’s asscheeks. You keep your phone vertical so the rest of her body is captured in the photo, along with her face in the mirror.

“You’re mine, now,” you whisper, and shove yourself forward, spearing your cock into a woman’s pussy for the very first time. White-hot pleasure nearly overwhelms your senses. You gasp. Fuck, her pussy is so wet and tight. It clamps down on your cockhead, squeezing you in a way you never imagined possible.

“Oh fuck,” Marissa whimpers.

“Shit,” you grunt. You’ve never felt anything so good in your life. Pressing further, you’re rewarded as inch after aching inch of your cock slides into Marissa’s submissive cunt. It tightens and clenches and pulses around your cock, as if to beckon you deeper inside.

“Ahn… right there. Just like that…” Marissa’s mouth is stretched into a wide “O”. Her eyes gaze up at yours through the mirror.

After what seems like an eternity, you finally bottom out inside her. The very tip of your cock nudges against her cervix, eliciting a sharp mewl from Marissa. Your abdomen presses against her fat ass, squishing it outward.

“Ughh… oh god. You’re so fuck big… daddy…” she whispers the last word, but in the relative silence of the bathroom she might as well have shouted it.

Grinning wolfishly, you smack her ass. Her hot pussy immediately tightens around your cock.

“What’d you just call me?” you growl. You drag your cock slowly from the depths of her pussy so that only the cockhead remains in her cunt.

Marissa groans throatily. Her eyes flick to yours again. The wide “O” on her face has been replaced by a wicked grin.

“I called you Daddy, Daddy.”

Her pussy clenches around your cockhead.

“Is that weirding you out? I’ll stop if it is.”

Rather than answer, you give her ass another smack, delighting in the way her plentiful assflesh jiggles with the impact.

“Does it look like it bothers me?”

Marissa blushes and shakes her head.

“N-no.”

“No, what?”

She wriggles her ass.

“No, Daddy.”

“Good girl.”

You grip her ass with both hands and shove your cock fully inside Marissa again. Your cockhead slams against her cervix, and she puts a hand over her mouth to muffle her squeals.

Raw, unadulterated pleasure tremors from your cock throughout your body, and you feel something dark and primitive at the back of your mind take control of your movements, and you begin fucking this voluptuous married mother of two in earnest. Low clapping sounds fill the room as your abdomen collides with Marissa's big, thick ass repeatedly. Eventually, you reach a hand up her back and grab a fistful of her hair, using it as a handle as you fuck her against the bathroom sink. Her eyes roll into the back of her head as her cunt spasms rhythmically around your cock. In that moment, you don’t care that she has a family or a life of her own. She's yours and yours alone, and you think she knows it, too.

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