This choice: An American Plumper in London • Go Back...Chapter #3An American Plumper in London by: Unknown "Honey, it's getting a bit late, we should start heading back to the hotel soon," Samantha Smith mentioned to her son Scott. The 43 year old blonde checked off just about every box in the MILF checklist, with her voluptuous, bouncy DD bust, just slightly pudgy middle, and her shapely round behind.
"Hang on mom, just a few more pictures. These are gonna look great in the moonlight!" Her 15 year old son requested. Scott was a skinny, nerdy looking blond boy with a passion for photography. Ever since the two arrived in London he immediately became immersed in the historic architecture, snapping all the pictures he could for practice. Even the growing darkness of the night couldn't dampen his enthusiasm; his mother however, ever the worrier, was getting anxious.
"Honey you heard what the hotel manager said. Tonight's not a good night to stay out." It was true. Before they left for the day they had been given an ominous warning by the hotel staff not to stay out after dark on this particular night. This was the only day of their trip so far they had been told this, however the staff refused to explain why. Samantha looked around and anxiously at the few passerbys hurriedly rushing past them into their homes, not even looking at her and her son.
"But tonight's the perfect night with the moon out!" Scott complained, snapping another picture. "Please? Just like three more?"
"...Okay." Samantha agreed against her better judgement. She waited another 15 minutes for her son to get all the shots he wanted. They still had a 20 minute walk back to the hotel after this, and the eerily empty streets were already coated in darkness, lit only by the periodic street lamp. Even though night had only just fallen, there wasn't a single light visible in any of the windows they passed.
Not long after they began the return trip did a thick fog begin to descend upon the streets, obscuring much of their vision. They briskly walked on through the dead silent streets, accompanied only by the sound their own footsteps echoing off the darkened buildings. They walked and walked... and walked... and walked...
"Wait, s-something's not right..." Samantha said, stopping in place. She checked her watch and realized they'd been walking for almost 45 minutes! "We- we missed a turn somewhere, we should've been there by now!" she exclaimed, starting to panic. With all the lights turned off all the buildings looked the same. The two were now lost in the dead of night. Even Scott who had been so confident before was worried now.
Suddenly a chill ran up the mother and son's spines as a new sound pierced the silence. A new set of footsteps was approaching them from behind. They were heavy and slow, and sounded like they weren't even wearing shoes. Slowly their turned around to see who it was.
Through the dense fog they could make out the silhouette of a massive, round figure staring at them with glowing pink eyes. They must've been over 8 feet tall, and wide enough to block the entire sidewalk. As the figure continued forward more features became clear, the main one being that this figure was completely naked. Huge rolls of fat bounced with every step they took. It seemed to have mostly feminine features; a small, soft face with long dark hair and enormous breasts with long, clearly erect nipples swinging from their chest. But this was contradicted by a massive penis and testicles swinging from her hairy crotch, looking like a third leg between their chunky thighs. Heavy, hot breaths could be heard as they got closer, and the strong stench of BO hit the tourist's nostrils even while they were still 30 feet away.
"Scott, we need to go. Now." Samantha whispered to her son. They began walking briskly away from the dark figure, trying not to attract attention, but the figure began to match their pace. Each little bit they sped up, the figure did also. They rounded corners blindly, in a nonsensical path; they were already lost, what did it matter? Yet the figure continued to follow them around every turn.
"Scott, run!" Samantha hissed, realizing their pursuer was doing it intentionally. She grabbed her son by the hand and began to sprint as fast as she could, pulling him through the poorly lit streets with no intention of finding their way, only to get to safety. But to her horror as she looked back the beast was still following them, its huge jello like body jiggling wildly. Its breathing became heavier and louder, like beastial growls chasing after them. It was astounding that such a fat creature could move with such agility. Samantha had no idea what that thing was, but she wanted it nowhere near her or her son.
The frantic couple continued down winding streets until suddenly they found themselves trapped in a dead end alley. "Shit, shit!" Samantha cursed her poor decision. She turned around to try to find another way but the massive figure was already upon them and breathing heavily, flabby arms propped against the buildings on either side of them, their massive girth completely blocking the only exit. Sweat dripped freely from their fat folds after all the running, the rancid stink of their exertion wafting from their exposed, hairy armpits overwhelming even the smell of the trash cans next to them.
"L-leave us alone!" Samantha stammered, putting herself between the figure and her son. The plump beast merely snorted, her pink eyes glinting before in the blink of an eye she pounced on them! The two Americans had no time to react before they were smothered beneath the fat monster's flab. Long, sharp, poorly painted nails clawed at Samantha, testing her clothes to shreds with ease. "No, stop!" the mother cried, but the beastly woman ignored her. Samantha thought she would be torn to shreds, but the monster had something very different in mind.
With one pudgy hand the monster flipped Samantha over pressing her naked breasts against her son, while the other positioned her huge, throbbing cock against the MILF's juicy pussy. Without wasting any time she plunged her huge tool into Samantha's love tunnel, stretching her even wider than Scott had when he was born. "N-noo!!" Samantha half moaned. Part of her wanted to escape, but the other part of her was overwhelmed by incredible pleasure.
PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP
The wet slapping sounds of rough fucking echoed through the alley out into the foggy streets. Scott was nearly being suffocated during all of this, weighed down not only by his mother's attacker but also by his mother's massive tits being mashed into his face. As he tried to breathe his mouth was repeatedly filled with sweat that he couldn't tell if it belonged to his mother for the monster, but he had to swallow it just to get any air. As he tried to worm his way out from under Samantha he saw her face had changed from one of fear to one of complete orgasmic bliss. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth as her eyes rolled up in her head. She couldn't make any words anymore, just moan and pant along with the monster as it battered her womb with its humongous rod giving her orgasm after orgasm.
The beasts animalistic grunts soon began to speed up, as did the rate of thrusting, and Scott had a feeling he knew what was coming next. The beast let out a growling, feminine moan and Scott felt his mother's stomach begin to expand.
SSSSPPPLLLLLUUUURRRRRRRTTTTTTT
SSSSSPPPPPLLLLLLOOOOORRRRRRTTTTTTT
SSSSPPPPLLLLLLOOOUUURRRRGGGHHHHTTTTTTT
Gallons of monstrous seed filled Samantha's womb as the beast emptied it's hairy, watermelon sized nuts inside her. It seemed like the cumshots just never stopped, even after the massive woman pulled out she continued spraying her hot thick load all over the mother and son.
SSSPPPPPLLLLOOOOUUUURRRRRTTTTTTTT
SSSSSPPPPLLLOOOOORRRRRRTTTTTTT
SSSSSSPPPPPPLLLLLLUUUURRRRRTTTTTT
After what felt like ages of being deluged by semen the beast finally seemed to run dry, panting heavily as she recovered. The two figures beneath her were barely recognizable under all her thick jizz, and much of the alley had also been heavily coated in the stuff. Viscous yellow strands hung between the walls like spider webs, slowly beginning to clog the nearby drain, stinking up the place even worse than before. Samantha had passed out, and Scott lay still beneath her hoping the monster wouldn't notice him.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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