Filled!

by Lexi Hots

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  “Hey!” My mother shouted as I walked in through the front door, setting my suitcase down on the floor. “Look who’s back! My little baby boy!”

  “Yeah, yeah, mom!” I laughed. “Little baby Shane is back home!”

  “Well you still look handsome,” she smiled, poking me in the stomach to check for any sign of fat. “Fighting off those freshmen fifteen, I see!”

  “I think that’s mainly for girls, mom,” I told her.

  “Well probably so! We always have it harder! But how is everything? Fine trip? No traffic?”

  I gave her a nod as my mind wandered in a different direction – the one I was much more interested in. Not this trivial little greeting! I was hoping to see the woman that had been visiting me in my dreams. The one who served as the inspiration for my many countless nights of knuckle children!

  “Great mom! Hey, where is Mrs. Goodbum? I figured she’d be here with you as always,” I said.

  “Oh, that’s right!” My mother gushed, bringing her hands to her cheek. “I told her you were coming back today. She seemed pretty excited about it. I think she missed having you around. I know we all did!”

  “Mrs. Goodbum said she missed me?” I asked, as seriously as I had ever said anything.

  “Mmhmm! In fact, you know,” here my mother brought a finger to her lips in thought.

  “She actually mentioned something about having a special gift for you today. You know how she is, Shane. Very sweet and thoughtful. It’s probably some homecoming gift or something. She seemed pretty happy about it though.”

  “She has a gift for me?” I questioned, ignoring all of the other drivel. “She really has a gift for me? She was that excited?”

  “Of course! You’re a big deal, Shane! We’re all that excited!” Came my mother’s reply.

  Well, this certainly was a pleasant turn of events. It sounded to me that I wasn’t the only one who had been missing the presence of another. Could Mrs. Goodbum actually be that delighted to see me? I mean… we didn’t really do that much together before. Sure, I perved on her body and rubbed my cock every night thinking of her flawless curves… but other than those things, we didn’t have much of a relationship!

  Still, I had to wonder why she would go through such trouble. Then again, she was a nice woman after all. Maybe she sympathized what it was like going to school and wanted to give me some little trinket that would remind me of home. I didn’t know and I didn’t care. Getting to see her again and refill my spankbank would be gift enough for me!

  Ooh, that really was a nice thought. I hope she’s wearing one of the low-cut tops today… that would give me at least a week’s worth of jerk sessions, easily.

  “I’m supposed to go over there today?” I asked.

  “Yeah, why not!” My mother chirped with a cheery tone. “She’d probably love to see you again! Just head on over there some time after you’ve settled in and put your things away.”

  “Now, now mom!” I replied. “It’s not nice to keep people waiting, is it? And these bags can wait, can’t they? It’s just some clothes and crap. Nothing that is going to melt or spoil! If Mrs. Goodbum has gone through the effort of procuring me a gift, then I would have the courtesy to go and get it!”

  “Oh wow,” my mother clapped. “Pr-pr-procuring, was it? You college boys sure are smart, aren’t ya?”

  She gave me a nudge in the ribs and laughed.

  “Sure, you go right ahead. Run on over and let Mrs. Goodbum get a look at you! I’m sure it will brighten her day! I know it did mine! I’m just glad to have you back for now, Shane.”

  And here my mother reached forward to give me a hug, but I was already on my way out the door, heading across the lawn and over to Mrs. Goodbum’s front steps.

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  Knock. Knock. Knock.

  I pounded three times on the door, nervously swaying side to side, tapping my foot on the ground. This was a big deal! Here I was, standing right outside Mrs. Goodbum’s front entrance… expecting some big gift from her! And thinking about giving her mine.

  There was no real reason to be so anxious, I suppose. Other than the fact that I found the woman to be irresistible and the mere sight of her sent electrifying jolts of excitement to my nether regions. I was probably playing the scenario up in my head too much. I mean, after all, she had shown little interest in me when I was still living at home. Though I was just a teenager then. I’d turned 19 while away at college – heck, it might even be a late birthday present. I was hoping for one of those, actually. I’d like to put my big package to use!

  That would be nice, wouldn’t it? If Mrs. Goodbum answered the door in a tight purple bathrobe… invited me in… and dropped the robe as I turned around! I spent so much time fantasizing about her body. The way those curves taunted me through the clothing, I couldn’t help it. She had such perfectly shaped boobs. That’s the one thing I could never get past. I mean, absolutely stunning! They had to look so sexy damn when unhindered by a bra and shirt. They just had to! Those were the kind of tits I wanted to see. The girls at college… while they were hot and cute, sure, it was like comparing children to an adult! This fully formed, mature woman – or the ungainly girls at school? There was no contest! I much preferred the aged body, given time to ripen and develop into a real woman’s figure. None of those gawky limbs and girlish attitudes.

  No, no, Mrs. Goodbum was a woman of worth and class! She didn’t need to show off all her goody parts to be sexual appealing. All she had to do was exist, and my pulsating member created all the necessary arousal. I remember several times I would stand in my room, pressing my ear to the door, just listening to her talk and giggle in the hallway. Ah, that sweet laugh… however, what I did while listening wasn’t overly sweet. I’d be stroking myself rapidly to the cute giggle, imagining her smile, those gleaming white teeth, and how her plump lips would look when wrapped around the meaty thing in my hand.

  And then it happened – the dull squeak of the door swinging open instantly snapped me back to reality. I couldn’t believe it!

  There she was… Mrs. Goodbum in all her glory, looking better than ever. She was wearing a yellow tank top, and by the look of it, though I’m no expert… no bra! A casual little attire, complete with tiny white shorts which had thin red vertical stripes on them. They were barely long enough to cover her ass, but I just loved the way that material gripped into those tan thighs.

  “Shane!” She spoke, her eyes lighting up quite brightly beneath the heavy lids. “I heard you were coming back today!”

  Though Mrs. Goodbum had a way of never getting overly excited. She never took on the appearance of a giddy school girl. The woman always seemed to be in complete control. A seductive kind of demeanor, as if every one of her movements was on display and needed to be of the utmost perfection. And by my calculation, they certainly were!

  “Hi there, Mrs. Goodbum,” I gave a little wave.

  “Well now, is that all you’re going to give me Shane!” She laughed. “Come over here and give me a hug, why don’t ya! I haven’t seen you in forever it seems.”

  And here Mrs. Goodbum took hold of my hand, pulled me inside, and gave me one of the biggest, tightest, heaviest hugs I’d ever felt. Speaking of feeling… her big boobs squashed against my chest in the most pleasurable fashion possible! Oh my god! They felt so heavy and voluminous. None of those wispy, deflated tits you see in some porno girls. And from this position I was able to confirm my wanton suspicion… no bra!

  It was just a thin yellow shirt between me and those succulent breasts. I could even feel her nipple pressing into my skin. God, I could feel the nipple! What am I saying?! I could feel Mrs. Goodbum’s tit!

  She would be such a good woman for my first. If there was any girl in the world I could pick, it was definitely Mrs. Goodbum. Judging by the look of her, I knew she’d be able to teach me a trick or two in the bedroom. And I wanted to learn so desperately.

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sp; The feeling was amazing, to say the least. How SOFT her body was… That’s what took me by surprise the most. You might think of a woman as toned as she was to be more firm. But no, at least not her boobs anyway. It was like a blanket of heavenly warmth being pressed into my body. And the more she squeezed the more I felt them spreading out across my chest, so far in fact, that the edges of her breasts touched the inside of my arms as we held the hug.

  “Well just for now,” I laughed. “But I heard you have something more to give me!”

  “You bold little boy!” Mrs. Goodbum reeled backward, feigning a shocked expression. “Has your mother been spreading rumors again, Shane!”

  “Well… I’m doing the spreading now,” I informed her, not wanting to incriminate my own mother. Though Mrs. Goodbum’s raised eyebrow told me the story wasn’t as believable as I thought…

  “Ok, it was her!” I shouted.

  She placed her hands on her hips, akimbo style. “I’ll have to speak with your mother about ruining my surprises!”

  “Just leave me out of it!” I laughed, putting up my arms to shield my face.

  And before I knew it, Mrs. Goodbum had spun around, sauntering away. My eyes were instantly glued to her ass… and apparently her boobs weren’t the only bouncy things! The mounds of flesh would raise and lower with each of her steps – but damnit, her shorts were just long enough that I couldn’t see the crease of her butt cheeks at the bottom. That snug material fit right in the groove… denying me that most spectacular visual delight. Still, getting to watch her booty in action was always well worth it!

  It took me several seconds to realize she had called me over. In fact, judging by the sound of her voice and tone, she was repeating it a second or third time when I eventually responded by moving forward.

  “This way, Shane! I think you’re really going to enjoy it!”

  “Yes, m’am!”

  And with that I was hot on her tail, err, trail as it were. We rounded the first corner, continuing on down the hallway where a few back rooms looked to be located. She was barefoot… mmm… Those dainty toes landing silently on the soft carpet. I followed the lines of her feet up to the calves and tight thighs, higher still, back up to her curvy ass and beautiful waistline. I had imagined taking hold of those lean things, bending her over, and thrusting my virgin cock deep into her, what I assumed to be, sopping wet and drenched pussy! How amazing that would be – my first sexual experience coming from this goddess, my mother’s best friend… Our across the street MILF! If only she could have known about the buckets of cum I sprayed just thinking about her. And now? Now I was in her house, awaiting some lame gift!

  That didn’t matter much. Simply being here gave me all kinds of naughty thoughts. The different places in her house I would think of taking her cunt as my own. The excuses she would give to her husband so that we could have our alone time. And that reminded me…

  “Where is Mr. Goodbum today?” I asked the woman.

  “Oh, he’s out back with our son. Playing in the pool,” and when Mrs. Goodbum said this, she had looked back over her shoulder and winked at me. “They should be out there quite a long time.”

  “Big water-boys, are they?”

  “Yep! Always out there splashing around,” she replied.

  “You don’t like to get wet?” I said.

  This caused the mature Mrs. Goodbum to laugh a little before replying.

  “Oh, Shane… I enjoy getting wet, alright. It just depends if the mood is right. And then I like to get soaked. Covered.”

  I couldn’t help but notice she was accentuating certain words of that sentence in a rather sultry manner. Stopping on each syllable, making sure I knew not only what was being said – but more importantly, how she was saying it.

  Husband and son out in the pool? Taking me to a backroom in her house? If I didn’t know any better, I might have gotten the wrong idea… Some part of me certainly did! I could feel my cock beginning to throb, growing against my will. That same sensation a guy always gets when he thinks it’s time to unleash a big load of joy. Down boy! Down! Now wasn’t the time for me to go popping boners, was it?

  Still, it would have been so nice… Mrs. Goodbum was looking better than ever. I always had a thing for MILFs, and she was the best of the best. Those big mommy boobs, mmm… Wait a minute! Down boy! Down! Think of old grandpa saggy balls or something! Down!

  “Right in here,” she smiled, stopping just outside the doorway with her arm pointing in like one of those models presenting prizes on the daytime game shows.

  God, if only I could reach out and take hold of those two big prizes on her chest! That would be the gift of a lifetime!

  “Oh my, something good for me?” I asked, letting out a small chuckle.

  “Well, I think you’ll enjoy it Shane… I know you will. A sturdy lad like yourself.”

  There was that tone again… and I think she even looked at my crotch as I walked past! Or at least smiled at it! I didn’t think my excitement was showing that much yet, but who knows. I couldn’t stand to look down and see. The sight of my own erection next to a lady this hot would only force my mind to put two and two together… equaling one hard cock ready to ram!

  “I hope you didn’t go through too much trouble for me, Mrs. Goodbum. I don’t need a whole lot, you know,” I commented, just to fill the silence as I stepped inside.

  “I just hope you’re worth it, Shane!” The gorgeous woman laughed, and then surprisingly, spanked me on the butt! She actually swatted me! Right on the ass! It was so shocking that I actually did a little jump as I moved forward. A high pitched yelp might have even escaped my lips.

  It appeared to be a bedroom. Well, at least judging by the bed in the center of the room pushed up against the wall. That seemed like a decent indicator. There wasn’t much else in the space.

  And that’s when I heard it… the door shutting behind me, and then that click sound as I turned back to see Mrs. Goodbum’s hand releasing from the knob. Locked in!

  “Is it that secretive?” I guffawed, somewhat nervously. There was a look on her face that I’d never seen a woman give to me before – only in movies when it was about to get freaky onscreen.

  “I’d rather we not have any interruptions while you’re filling me up,” she replied.

  Now it wasn’t just the tone that confused me. It was the actual words! Filling me up? Did I hear that right?

  “Filling you?” I gulped.

  She walked forward, pushing me backward with one arm so that I fell onto the bed.

  “You know Shane… I do have a gift for you, but you’ve got to give me something in return. We can give each other nice big gifts, can’t we?”

  I nodded slowly, feeling as if I were in some sort of dreamland – the land of porno intros! My fantasy realm! I couldn’t even be sure I wasn’t dreaming… it all seemed so surreal. My stunning, drop dead gorgeous next door MILF of the neighbor had locked me in a room with her. That was the surprising point! It would have been odd enough if she’d shoved me in here by my lonesome – but the two of us together? Coupled with her salacious expression? You’d better believe I gulped again, and it felt as if the spit traveled all the way through my body and down to my crotch… because I experienced a sudden pounding in my cock! Like Frankenstein’s monster after being hit with the first bolt of electricity, I felt a tingle and some movement in my naughty bits, sparking me to life.

  “Good, I’m glad we’re in agreement. But before we begin, Shane, remember this is one gift you cannot tell your mother about. Ok?”

  “No problem,” I somehow managed to say in what I had hoped to be a rather suave voice.

  Mrs. Goodbum stood before me, her hands back on her hips, pushing her chest forward to exhibit those boobs in their fullest glory. She eyed me over several times – and each pass I would notice her gaze linger on my growing shaft.

  “Do you think about me, Shane?” She asked.

  “All the time!” I blurted, instantly regretting
the hurried response. Damnit! It must have sounded so eager and immature!

  “Mmm, do you? What is it you think about?” Mrs. Goodbum leaned forward and placed her hand on my chest. I could see right down her shirt… wow! Those perfect MILF boobs were certainly nice looking!

  “I think about your tits, err, breasts Mrs. Goodbum.”

  “These big things?” The woman replied, putting her hands on the large, fleshy objects.

  “Yeah,” I wheezed, “those big things.”

  “Do you think about touching them?”

  “Every day…” I kept my eyes locked on those beautiful mounds of feminine perfection. There was nothing on this earth that could get me to look away in this moment.