At first she moved awkwardly, legs stiff, one hand constantly tugging at the hem of her short dress, trying to make sure it didn't ride up. Every step made her thick thighs rub together, the vibrator shifting inside her slick pussy. She was breathing heavier already, biting her lip to stay quiet. But she was a fast learner. After ten minutes of walking through the mall, she started adapting. Her steps became smoother, hips swaying more naturally, even if her cheeks stayed permanently flushed.
We did some shopping. I had money to burn, and these MILFs melt when you spend on them. I bought her a few expensive pieces — a sexy red lingerie set, some heels even sluttier than the ones she was wearing, and a couple of tight dresses that would show off her body even more. Every time I handed her a bag, her eyes would soften just a little, that reluctant gratitude mixing with the constant low hum of arousal from the toy inside her.
You degenerates already know the trick — girls love it when you buy them expensive shit. Especially married ones who haven't been spoiled in years. It was working perfectly. By the time we'd been walking for an hour, she was getting more comfortable, even excited about some of the things we picked out. She started smiling shyly when I complimented her, pressing closer to my side, her massive tits squishing against my arm.
I was planning to end the day by taking her to a hotel and finally breaking the last strings of her resistance by fucking her senseless until she admitted she loved being my bitch. But fate had other plans.
We turned a corner near one of the bigger stores, and there he was.
That pathetic little loser — the so-called boyfriend of Goddess R. I'll just call him Worm for now. Walking right beside him was a fine piece of art that made even me pause for a second. At first glance I wondered who the hell she was. Tall, voluptuous, with an hourglass body built for sin. Massive tits straining hard against her top, wide breeding hips, and a thick, juicy ass that swayed with every step. She had that same mature, fertile look that drove me crazy. The kind of body that screamed "perfect MILF" even from a distance.
"Marie..." I said casually, tightening my grip on her waist, "isn't that your daughter's boyfriend?"
MILF M's breath hitched sharply. Her whole body tensed against me as she followed my gaze. Her massive tits pressed harder into my arm. She looked like she'd seen a ghost.
"Y-yes…" she whispered, voice barely audible, already trembling.
"And who's that fine piece walking with him?"
She swallowed hard, cheeks flushing deeper. "That's… his mother."
My grin widened. "You both must know each other, right?"
"Yes… we're friends." she muttered, eyes darting nervously between me and them.
Perfect. A beautiful, filthy idea flashed in my head. I couldn't let this golden opportunity slip away. Not when I had both the mother and the son's girlfriend's mother right here in the same place.
"Introduce me to her," I ordered, voice calm but firm.
MILF M's head snapped toward me, eyes wide with panic. "You said you would stay away from him! That was the deal!"
"Yeah, I did," I replied with a lazy smirk, giving her ass another hard squeeze that made her whimper. "I won't do anything to the loser. I just want you to introduce me. Be a good girl and do as you're told."
She glanced back and forth between me and them several times, biting her glossy lip, clearly torn. Her massive tits rose and fell faster with her anxious breathing, the deep V-neck of her dress showing even more creamy cleavage. Finally, she gave in with a shaky sigh.
"Okay… but please, don't do anything." she whispered desperately. "Please, Mike…"
I just grinned wider and pulled her along, my hand staying firmly on her hip as we walked toward them.
And fuck, brothers… let me paint the picture for you.
The woman walking with that pathetic worm was a prime example of a modest, innocent-looking housewife — exactly the type I love breaking the most. She was wearing a light pink long-sleeve blouse that should have looked conservative, but on her body it was pure sin. The fabric was soft and slightly stretchy, hugging her enormous breasts like it was made to showcase them. Even though it was buttoned up modestly, her massive tits strained against the material, perfectly outling her breasts and bounced softly with every step. The outline of her bra was faintly visible.
Below that, she wore a knee-length skirt that clung to her wide, child-bearing hips and thick thighs. It was modest in length, but the way it hugged her fat ass and wide hips made it anything but innocent. Every step made her ass cheeks jiggle subtly under the fabric, the material stretching tight over her round, juicy behind. Her legs were thick and smooth, the kind that looked perfect wrapped around a man's waist while she moaned like a whore.
She gave off that perfect "respectable wife and mother" vibe — the kind of woman who goes to PTA meetings and bakes cookies, but has a body built for getting fucked senseless in secret. Easy to manipulate. Easy to corrupt. The kind that looks all sweet and innocent on the outside, but secretly craves a real man to ruin her.
We approached them casually.
To be continued...
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