Naive Amelia

Amelia Valente. A name almost everyone in the neighborhood remembers since it belonged to the woman who came as a wet dream to almost everyone with a functioning dick.

Even at 36 years of age, she was an art piece which looked to be walked straight out of a porn director's imagination. She appeared as breathtaking in a simple, casual dress as most women hoped to look at a high-society gala

Two blue pearls set into a visage of pure, white perfection of an angel's face. Her golden hair spilled over her shoulders like a river of liquid sunlight.

The fabric of her usual summer dress strained against the heavy, round weight of her breasts which bounced with a soft, hypnotic rhythm every time she stepped onto her porch, her smooth white skin looking so tender and delicious that it seemed like a crime she had already been taken by her cop husband, Marcus, since the tender age of seventeen.

She walked with a swaying grace that highlighted her wide, fuckable hips and a waist so narrow it looked like it was made for a man’s rough grip, yet she moved through the world with the wide-eyed innocence of a child, offering sweet, dimpled smiles to the very men who would picture her bent over her manicured lawn.

This was the unfortunate result of being kept behind high walls her entire life—first by strictly religious parents, and then by a fiercely possessive cop husband who married her the moment she fell pregnant at seventeen, determined to keep her mind uncorrupted by the real world.

But most of the times it's better to see the ugly sides of things rather than being voluntarily blind. And her story will prove it.

Other than Amelia and Marcus, the Valente house had a teenage boy of 19 year old, Liam. who people often mistook as Amelia's brother. Not just a courtesy to him or his mother, Amelia. He was a modern guy with body of a bear like his father but heart of a coward due to all the overpampering by Amelia.

"Morning, my beautiful girl," Marcus grunted, his thick, calloused hands sliding over her wide ass as he pulled her against his naked chest, his nostrils flaring at the scent of her vanilla skin.

"Good morning, baby." Amelia giggled, her voice like honey as she turned in his arms to press her soft, rose-petal lips against his jaw, her eyes wide and trusting as she looked up at the man who had owned her since she was a teenager. "Oh, look at the time! I must've forgotten to set the alarm again amid all the unpacking yesterday," she said, lightly smacking her forehead with her palm.

"I don't care about the job, Amelia, I just hate leaving you here where every prick in the city can look at you," he muttered, his grip tightening for a second before he let out a heavy sigh.

"Oh, don't be silly, I'm sure everyone in this town is perfectly nice," she said, patting his chest before twisting like a cat in her silk nightie out of the cozy bed. "Now hurry up, mister! I don't want you going in late on your very first day at the new precinct."

After a quick splash of water in the bathroom, Amelia pulled a floral silk robe over her shoulders and swayed into the kitchen.

She hummed a little tune while her heavy, braless tits swayed under the thin silk of her robe as she cracked eggs into the sizzling pan, the smell of bacon filling the air just as Liam walked in, rubbing his eyes.

"Liam, honey, sit down and eat! You have a big day ahead of you." she chirped, her voice like a songbird.

"Thanks, Mom, but I'm just gonna grab a piece of toast since the new college orientation starts in twenty minutes," Liam mumbled, his cheeks flushing slightly as he tried to keep his eyes politely glued to the kitchen tiles instead of the soft, bouncing mounds of pale flesh of his own mother.

"Eat your eggs, boy, you need the protein if you're ever going to fill out and stop acting like such a nervous wreck," Marcus barked as he stomped into the kitchen fully dressed in his tight police uniform.

"Marcus, please don't be so hard on him, he's just anxious about fitting in," Amelia scolded playfully, tapping her husband's broad chest with a spatula before turning her wide, ocean-blue eyes back to her son. "You'll make wonderful friends, sweetheart, I just know it, so just be your sweet, kind self!"

"Yeah, sure Mom, see you guys later," Liam sighed, grabbing his backpack and rushing out the door as fast as his legs could carry him.

"Lock the doors, Amelia, and don't go talking to any of the neighborhood trash while I'm gone, you hear me?" Marcus commanded, his large hands giving her ass one last heavy squeeze before he finally headed out to his patrol car.

"Have a wonderful day, my big strong man, I'll be right here waiting!" she purred with a blinding, innocent smile, waving from the porch until his cruiser disappeared down the street, leaving her utterly alone in the sprawling, quiet house.

She stepped back inside the house where the silence immediately wrapped around her like a heavy, suffocating blanket, leaving her to wander aimlessly toward the plush living room sofa where she flicked on the daytime television, her plump, naked thighs sticking slightly to the expensive leather as mindless talk show hosts babbled in the background while she searched for something to fill the empty, boring hours stretching ahead of her.

Pulling her phone from her pocket, she opened her social media app out of sheer boredom, though she already knew what she would find. Marcus had locked her privacy settings down so tightly years ago that her feed consisted entirely of her sister's cats and mundane baking recipes. 'It's for your own good' he would say.

"Well, I guess it's just you and me today, little guys," she sighed to her potted petunias.

Tossing the useless phone aside, she retreated to her bedroom to slip on a light, sheer summer dress. She then wandered out into the warm morning sun of her front lawn. Grabbing her pink watering can, she bent over the flowerbeds. The angle made her dress hike up high enough to expose the delicate lace panties clinging to her curves, prompting a sweaty jogger passing by to suddenly stop in his tracks.

"Morning, miss... looking incredibly beautiful today," the strange young man panted heavily. His greedy eyes practically bugged out of his skull, glued to the heavy, bouncy cleavage spilling out of her floral neckline.

"Oh, good morning to you too, Mr. Henderson, aren't these daisies just blooming so wonderfully this year?" she chirped back with a bright, clueless smile, completely missing the fact that the man was vigorously adjusting the growing, rigid bulge in his sweatpants right on her sidewalk before he gave a strained nod and jogged away.

Just then a harsh, angry shout shattered the quiet suburban morning, making her jump so hard her massive, heavy tits bounced wildly against the thin, straining fabric of her dress.

Her big, innocent blue eyes fluttered in pure shock as she looked down the sidewalk to see a silver-haired older man collapsed dramatically onto the hard concrete, clutching his knee while a pissed-off delivery boy yelled at him to get his old, scamming ass out of the fucking street.

"Move your crazy ass out of the road before you get run over!" the driver shouted furiously. "I don't have time for this scamming bullshit today!"