"Dude, your mom is hot." Dean was never sure why, but he had a rather passing interest in girls his age. He was always more interested in his friend Kyle's mom. The boys lived a short walk away from each other, growing up together and hanging out at each other's houses. He always liked it when they went to Kyle's place, because his mother would check in on them regularly to see if they needed anything and she was always easy on the eyes. She was tall and pretty, thin but with some minor curves and imperfections that somehow just made her look even more appealing. Her hair was just shy of blonde thanks to a dash of red, thick and hanging just past her shoulders. She had these cute, pale freckles on her nose, and when she took them to the pool he had to notice that they were on her thighs, chest and shoulders as well. Sure she had a little over twenty years on him, but he'd never stopped fantasizing about her.
"Don't be gay, man," Kyle snorted back as he kept focusing on their video game. "That's my mom."
"Yea. That's why I called her 'your mom. And it's not gay. It's the mathematical opposite of gay. Don't be racist." She sometimes insisted he call her Dawn instead of Miss Nelson, and he dabbled in both. She said he'd practically been a second son to her with how much time the boys spent together.
"Well it's gross. For the last time, don't bother. You'd be a shitty dad." Dawn Nelson had been through a rather civil divorce, with Keith's parents just deciding it wasn't working and politely parting ways when Kyle was six. It wasn't something they brought up often, but he still saw his dad regularly. It wasn't the usual shouting match or accusations; just shook hands, said "good game" and went home.
"Yea, right. I put up with enough of you as it is," Dean said as they finished their level. He gulped down some of his soda and crushed the can, tossing it and and barely missing the garbage. "Alright. Bathroom break?"
"Well me first. I'm gonna be a while." Kyle pushed himself up and hurried for the door.
"Yea, I'M the gross one. What am I supposed to do?" Dean demanded.
"Use mom's bathroom upstairs. Just don't make a mess up there."
Kyle did his business in the cozy private bathroom with the peach-colored carpet and the mirrored medicine cabinet. There was assorted combs and bottles around, clearly much more girly a setup than the downstairs one. He finally made his mistake when he went to wash his hands, knocking over a bottle of something she left on the counter. "Shit!" Dean hurried to pick up the bottle, but there was already some of the bluish liquid that went spilling down the drain. He couldn't even tell what its contents were supposed to be: it had some label saying "Simply Youthful" and more slogans than actual ingredients. "Simple" or not, it still sounded expensive.
"Oh damn... that's gotta be like half the bottle," he groaned out loud, holding it up to the light. He frowned and looked around. The stuff was probably just snake oil anyway, right? A couple of vitamins and fish oil to make it sound fancy but just does good for the skin. He decided he could water it down to fill it back up, but then it looked a way lighter shade and wasn't as thick as the former stuff. He found himself doing what was essentially some bathroom alchemy as he started putting in whatever he could find to make it more convincing. There was some mouthwash and stomach medicine to salvage the color, a little cough syrup and a dab of toothpaste for texture, and whatever else looked like it would help without risking killing the poor woman.
In the end, he had a bottle of bluish-green substance that flowed thickly in the bottle. "That... that's close enough," he decided, sealing it back up and setting it back on the sink. "It just a bunch of chemicals. Not like I can do anything that bad with it."
The next time Dean was over, he tried to casually check on Dawn. She actually looked fine, if a little more chipper than usual. He even found the excuse to sneak into her bathroom and confirm she'd been drinking the Simply stuff, so it definitely wasn't screwing her up. With that off his mind, he went back to playing video games and forgetting the whole thing as little more than a private bit of embarrassment.
It was a couple weeks later when he came over to borrow some DVDs from Kyle that he started to see a difference. Whatever he had done, it was starting to look like Dawn's medicine was doing the trick. Her skin and hair looked a bit darker, bringing out the red in her blonde and making her freckles stand out more distinctly. It might have been his imagination, but she looked... hotter. Her lips looked more full and she her curves seemed a little more pronounced and obvious.
"Well hey there, Dean!" she welcomed brightly.
"Hey, Miss Nelson," he answered with an awkward smile. He'd hardly waved to her when she came in for the hug, squeezing him tightly. It must have been how she gripped him, because she seemed to have bigger boobs than usual. And... she was a couple inches shorter?
"I told you, you can call me Dawn. Just don't call me while I'm in the shower." She giggled at her mom joke as she let him go. "How've you been?! It's been a while!"
"Yea, we had these senior projects for Science class. We had to work on that a lot this week and I just wanted to borrow Kyle's box set of Firefly." He trailed off as she kept on smiling at him, as if she had a secret for him. "You feeling okay, Dawn?"
"Oh, of course. I'm doing great! Feeling better than ever, really! Must be all this fresh Spring air."
"It's basically Summer, though."
"Then someone must have left a lot of Spring air in my house," she giggled impishly. "It's what I get for leaving the windows open so often. But go right ahead! Kyle's making a run to the store, so help yourself to anything in the house."
Like many times in Dean's conversations with the milf, he had to think that this would be a lot easier if porno pickup lines worked in real life. "Thanks, Dawn. I won't bother you long."
"Oh not at all," she insisted. He was in and out within a minute, knowing where Kyle kept his DVDs. The last weird thing was that she followed him closely the whole way. It was almost like an obedient puppy tailing him through the house. She kept smiling warmly as if she was... waiting.
Dean stopped by a few times over the next week, and Dawn was always very direct and affectionate when he was around. She'd always hug him a little too long whenever he arrived or left, usually with a peck on the cheek. Over the weekend, she even took this deep, content breath during their hug, as if she were smelling him. That was weird enough, but her nose seemed broader and more pronounced than her usual little button of a nose. He figured it couldn't be the medicine. It didn't work that fast, did it?
By the second week, he was sure something was happening. Miss Nelson was almost six inches short, because with her next hug happily buried her face in between his chest and stomach. She wore a tank top instead of one of her usual blouses, and her hair was getting pretty dark. It was a dull, rust red, getting darker each time he saw her. Her nose was slightly longer and wider, and her skin was getting this darker complection. It wasn't the black or brown that he might expect from a tan, but a shade of yellow-green. He'd swear she looked sick if she didn't seem to happy and bouncy to see him. Her low top showed off that her speckled tits were in fact getting bigger, bouncing like water balloons compared to the modest but firm chest she used to have. Her shorter size also made it weird to have her hug around his waist, especially when she squeezed his ass and giggled right after. She checked in on them more regularly, leaning way over and practically reading off a list of what she had to offer for Dean (drinks, food, messing with the AC, doing any laundry for him).
When he asked Kyle if she was acting weird, he just shrugged. "She's my mom. She's always weird. I see her every day, and I don't think she's changing. Just been sort of... happier. A little forgetful, but that's ok. Happy's happy, right?" The next Monday, she had her hair tied back into a cute ponytail rather than letting it hang like she usually did, and that seemed to be the first real sign to him that she wasn't just being moody or hormonal because of her chemicals. She was changing into something.
Dean wasn't sure what to do. What if it was his meddling that did this to her? Even if he hadn't done anything, what if this Simply Youthful stuff was turning her into a green, doting, pointy-eared handsy ditz. He had to try to fix it. He stopped by after school on Thursday, where she was worse (or better, depending how you looked at it) than ever. Her skin had this glossy sheen and the green tone was even more obvious. Her hair had gone from dark blonde to copper to now a kind of muddy red-green. She was more than a foot shorter now, but she was wearing the same size tank top and her boobs were almost overflowing out of it. She wore tight yoga pants that hugged her hips, the once slim woman suddenly short enough that she had gone from some well spread-out meat on her bones to unusually curvy.
"Well hey, handsome!" she chimed. Even her voice was getting... strange. It was a bit higher, but always sweet and happy. She leaned up on her toes just to take his collar and give him a quick peck on the lips. "Come on in. Kyle's not home right now, so you're sort of man of the house." She giggled and she smiled so wide that her ears (now looking long and even developing a point at the tips) wiggled slightly.
"Yea, cool. Is it okay if I stop by Kyle's room and use the bathroom? I was going to borrow his copy of Bustemup," Dean excused. He was going to grab something at random from Kyle's room before excusing himself upstairs to mess with her medicine. He had to water it down or throw in something else that might suppress the effects that were turning her into this... goblin thing. Even if she did look stranger and hotter than ever with her short stature and rapidly growing tits. He went and took one of Kyle's games, just to find that Dawn was following right behind him. She was starting to behave like an especially obedient child rather than a well-trained dog now.
She smiled at him expectantly as he waved the game in a speechless sign that he was done. "Is there anything else you need from me?" Dawn asked, meeting his eyes and never breaking contact. She was waiting again. She wanted something. Dean swallowed from the tension.
"Can I get some water before I go?" he asked, as much a genuine question as a guess to what he could say. Dawn nodded... well, bowed for how low she went. She held it for a solid second, letting him stare down her cleavage before she hurried off to fulfill her task. She wasn't just handsy and giggly, she was becoming submissive to him. Kyle had said she wasn't behaving differently, but it could have just been Dean. Maybe because he was close to her but not blood related in the slightest, triggering something with the chemicals or hormones or whatever. Sure, she seemed happy, but... he didn't want to put her through anything she didn't really want.
He took the opportunity of her being unglued from his side to run upstairs to the bathroom. He locked the door and hurried to grab the bottle, this was a fresh one, since he saw the old bottle still left in the trash can. She was drinking it faster than before!
Dean got to work grabbing anything that looked healthy and could possibly be smuggled into that bottle. He even crushed up some once-a-day vitamins into some powder and stirred it in with a Q-tip. Content that he'd done all he could, he sealed it back up and stepped out of the bathroom.
"Ooh! Sorry!" He ran right into Dawn, who was waiting diligently right outside the bathroom door with his bottle of water. She held it up for him with this big proud grin. "Got you your water. Everything okay in there?"
"Uh, yea." Dean glanced back to make sure he'd washed any evidence of his experiment down the sink. "Just took my time... oh. Thanks. Right." He took the bottle from her and took a drink as she giggled again, this little pixie laugh with her heightening voice. Her same soft eyes looked up at him past the pointed nose and pouty lips, the ones that really drew him wild.
"I see. Dean, could you sit down with me a minute?" He hesitated, but she was already walking towards the bed. She sat her wide little butt on the edge and patted the spot beside her. He reluctantly followed her lead. "I think I know what this is all about."
"You do?"
"Of course. I've known you for a long time now. But you're a growing boy. You're graduating soon, aren't you?"
"Yea, next week," he said, trying not to look right at her. Looking at her face happened to line up perfectly with those green, freckled boobs.
"Pretty big deal, huh? It'll be pretty lonely around here once Kyle goes off to college." She looked him over, big green eyes almost scanning him. "I notice how you look at me ever since I started taking my new medicine." Dean swallowed and didn't want to admit to anything. "It's been amazing, Dean. I feel more alive and full of energy. I feel young again... and, well... lonely." She put a hand on his thigh, rubbing it softly like he'd fantasized about during his early days of puberty. "You've always been such a good boy. Helping around the house and reaching those high shelves I couldn't even reach before. You really are the man of the house. I just wanted to show my appreciation. I want you to know, I still mean it... anything in this house is yours, if you want it. Even me."
Her fingers stroked Dean's cheek, feeling where her nails had grown longer and harder since the change. She sniffed the air between them eyelids fluttering as she seemed to like what she smelled. They had done a lot of running in Gym class, and her sharp new nose was picking up on all sorts of pheromones coming off of him. Her pointed ears tipped downward like a submissive dog, but her hand rubbed more aggressively over his thigh. He couldn't help but be already erect when his dream girl rested her hand on his package.
"You don't have to go to college you know," Dawn said as she started to grope her guest through his shorts. "You could stay here. I can put in a good word at my office and get you right in the door. Then you can stay here... you can be my man of the house while Kyle's off at his father's or college." Dean was entirely speechless. A part of him wanted to stop her, but every other part of his mind and body told that part to shut up. "Just... let me take care of you," she whispered, sliding off the bed as she pulled down his shorts. She didn't have to kneel, standing just a bit higher than his crotch at the moment. Her nostrils flared as she shuddered, pawing and stroking his erection with wide-eyed, witlessly grinning amusement. Seeing her playing with his cock reminded Dean of a cat on catnip. She looked almost high on the fact that she was servicing him, literally drooling as she looked up at the moaning friend of her son. She finally opened her mouth wider than Dean would have imagined her being able to do, her teeth looking more narrow and numerous than he remembered. Her tongue was long and a deeper shade of purple than he had seen on a human, but that was all chased away when she wrapped that strange mouth around his cock and sucked on it like there was an oxygen supply inside of his balls.
"Ohhh holy shit!" he cursed loudly as he grabbed the bedspread. Dawn's mouth sealed tight around his shaft while her long tongue slurped at it like a massive wet worm. Her ears bent even lower as she moaned around his rod. Even as she worked his cock in her mouth, she stared at him with her wide green eyes. She showed no shame and no signs of embarrassment. She wanted this more than anything right now. She likely had for a while given her behavior since the changes. He couldn't tell if it had always been there, but she had her lips around his shaft and she clearly would not be letting go unless he forced her off.
He couldn’t even imagine stopping her now. He reached down and ran his hands through her hair, and even just that small sign of approval made her mewl and suck a bit harder. Her eyes widened as her pace increased, bobbing her little head so that her earthy green hair bounced against her shoulders. Her big breasts slapped against his knees, so temptingly soft that they felt almost rubbery. He found himself reaching down to rub under her top and groping the yielding and welcoming breasts. He was somehow unsurprised to find that she wasn't wearing any kind of bra. She gave another purring moan as she cupped his balls, slowly rolling them in her green-tinted hand as if a reward for his returned affections.
Dean had barely touched her stiff nipples when she gave this hard, high-pitched gasp with him still in her mouth. The sudden jerk of her head and the change in her breathing creating a string of shocking sensations that shot through Dean's cock. The rush of air, the pressure of her mouth, the unsheathing of her tongue and lips along his rod, the resulting trickle of sloppy drool running down her face and his erection... he instantly came onto her face and tits, the thick burst of liquid splattering his childhood dream girl.
From the way that Dawn responded, he would have thought that she was the one who had orgasmed. While he was breathing heavy and staring in disbelief, the short green milf looked almost euphoric. As if she had just fulfilled her purpose in life by making her man cum. Dean would have felt horrible about it if she didn't seem so happy with the blowjob that SHE had initiated in the first place. She rubbed it sensually over her bounced tits, mouth hanging open to emit these shrill little moans and licking her lips to clean up any cum that dribbled close enough (considering the size of her strange new tongue, that was really most of what was on her face).
"Oh my god," she finally muttered, finding words for the situation faster than Dean could. "Thank you so much, sweetie. I just fucking needed that." Dawn was never one to swear, at least around Kyle and Dean. She rubbed her hands over his thighs. "I mean it, though. Kyle's going over to his father's a day after graduation. If you want the job, I can get it. If you want me... just say the word. You have my number, and I can be ready for you in 5 minutes. Any time."
She was strangely persistent about offering herself up, and he wasn't sure if he could resist her for long. He certainly couldn't avoid her for more than a couple days without someone thinking that something was wrong. Dean fumbled around to get his water bottle and took a huge drink to try to recover from the biggest orgasm of his life (which he'd shot all over his best friend's mom). "Yea... I'll stop by this weekend, okay?"
"Sounds perfect. Sure you're not ready for one more?" she asked, a playful excitement in her voice. He insisted he had to go and she saw him out. As much as Dean loved this and wanted this, he hoped his attempt at a cure would do the trick. He wanted her to be happy, after all. She was a sweet lady who deserved that kind of thing. He had to wonder if maybe the overdose on Simply was bringing out what she'd really wanted all along.
"Good luck at the graduation," she chimed. She leaned up on her tiptoes expectantly. He was taller, but now she was tiny enough now that he had to lean down for her to kiss his cheek. Her thick lips were still wet and her breath smelled like his cum.
It turned out that Dean had done the opposite of what he intended. He found that Dawn's transformation into a goblin woman went even faster. It might have been from his meddling, or it might have been the fact that she was downing almost a whole bottle a day of the Simply Youthful. Her ears were bigger, her body and legs were shorter, her skin was blatantly lime green, and she was hornier and more eager to please Dean than ever. He had been visiting Kyle over the weekend when Dawn called him to help her move something upstairs. It was a pretty convincing lie to cover up as she lap-danced another orgasm out of Dean with her newly grown booty. Short or not, her naked ass cheeks looked like a pair of soft watermelons at work as she twerked them against his cock.
When he graduated, Dawn was at the ceremony and was all hugs and kisses for her boys. Sure, Dean's kiss was much longer one and his was on the lips. While Dean was waiting for his parents to get through the crowd and bring the car around, Dawn used her tiny size to vanish under his robes and suck him off in the middle of the crowd. It was an awkward ride home feeling her lipstick drying on his cock. Dean was starting to accept that she wasn't going to change back, so he might as well enjoy it. She certainly seemed to.
Kyle seemed entirely okay with his mom's condition, though he finally acknowledged that that "She IS starting to look kind of like Yoda, isn't she?" She seemed healthier and happier than ever, so he shrugged it off. Still, as he went off to spend the month with his dad, he took Dean aside for a brief heart to heart. It seemed brief because it was about as tender as Kyle seemed comfortable getting with his bro. "Just take care of her while I'm gone, okay?" That just settled it for Dean.
By the time he went for his first visit with them properly alone together, Dean had figured out what she liked. She was waiting for him in some lacy but skimpy black bra and panties, just like he'd asked in his text to her. She had been sending him photos of her modeling various underwear for him, as well as just some of her masturbating in anticipation. She could have easily seduced Dean for everything he had right then and there, but her eyes and ears perked up as soon as she spotted him. Her fanged smile widened behind her pouty lips and her large nose visible wiggled as she sniffed the air for his scent. Her hips even wiggled side to side; it was like she was trying to wag her tail if she had one. She wanted him to make the first move and waited patiently, as if she would sit there getting wetter for him all day long.
"Come here, my pretty slut," Dean said, patting his leg and squatting down to her level. "Come give me my kiss." She grinned wider and hurried over to him, happily smooching him and running her thick tongue over his lips. She had encouraged him to give her dirty pet names the last few times they got together, particular while he had been pulling her hair from behind.
"You're such a good little slut," Dean said encouragingly, grabbing and squeezing a handful of her green ass. Her ears perked up like she did when she was especially excited, and she giggled in her slightly squeaky voice.
"Thank you, master," she cooed, running her hands over his chest in idle worship of her mate. She had tried to explain it to him, and while neither of them quite understood the why, they got what she was thinking. She was his mate. She needed to please him and show her affection to show her worth. Dean said it felt a little sexist, but she laughed at the idea. She told him she would have simply gotten more and more aggressive about throwing herself at him if he kept her waiting much longer ("I was almost ready to start doing chores in the nude around you."). She was obsessed with giving and getting pleasure, and this was for her. The fact that it helped her son's handsome young friend feel good in the process was a positive benefit. It was like she was in a constant state of heat in her new form. Even when Dean cupped and rubbed her pussy less than a minute after he entered the house, she was wet enough to leak through her panties. All just from acknowledging her and calling her a few dirty words.
The mini-milf waited on him hand and foot, and he was sure to praise and thank her every time. Sometimes it was with a grope or a smack on the ass, while others were just a friendly kiss or a pat on her green-haired head. She responded more or less the same to both, and he had to admire just how much she seemed to enjoy absolutely everything. Maybe that Youthful stuff really had something to it. He found excuses to ask her for things, even just fetching the remote or getting the door for them so that he could see her run around jiggling in her underwear and shower her with exaggerated praise.
Of course, eventually she brought them some wine and sat in his lap. The stuff was surprisingly sweet to Dean, but it was more than worth having the kinky goblin in his lap. "Dawn, is this just grape juice?"
"Is it?" she asked, tilting her head curiously. She sniffed at her wine glass and sipped it again before she shrugged. "Maybe. I dunno."
He lifted her up and carried her in one arm to the kitchen. Sure enough, it was just a fruit juice bottle on the table. She really was getting dumber and hornier as they went. It was like her brain was throwing away things just to make her more submissive and better at pleasing her mate.
"You silly green bitch," Dean laughed, slapping her on the ass. Dawn mewled and her ears lowered submissively, batting her eyes at him as she twirled a bit of carefully lotioned green hair around her finger.
"AWww, did I do bad, master? Is masty Dean gonna punish me?" she cooed in this teasing baby voice. "Is ditzy Dawn gun' get punished?"
Dean reached under her panties and started to finger her pussy. "No. Dawn is going to get rewarded for being such a helpful little green cunt. I'm going to make you my cumdumpster like you always wanted." The words alone are enough to make Dawn squirm and moan, humping her hips against his slowly teasing fingers.
Dean didn't bother bringing her to the bedroom as he tossed her plump little body onto the kitchen table. Dawn spread her legs out as soon as she'd landed, leaving her plump titties jiggling even in the confines of her bra. They had been keeping it relatively discreet in the past, so it felt good to let it all out. She had been very clear over her texts that she didn't want condoms anywhere near her, with assurances of "don't worry about it" being the closest she had for reasoning.
Dean teased her at first, pulling up on her panties rather than down. The blacket undergarments buried up inside her snatch, making her puffy green lips poke out around the fabric and leak out over the sides. She squirmed and clawed at the table, but her submissive side made her never demand anything unless he asked her first (which lead to some entertaining moments in the bedroom when she initially made this transition). He finally pulled them down and exposed her tight, hairless cunt, oozing her ridiculous amount of sexual fluids like a jar of honey left on its side.
"There's my favorite pussy," he groaned to her. "And you kept it nice and wet like I like it." The little green milf shuddered at his approval of her slutty position.
"I'm so glad you like my dirty cunt, Dean. I mean, master," she giggled, though her smile came in crooked and distracted by her overpowering lust. "Would you like to play with my giant titties too?"
"I would. Thank you, my portable little fucktoy." Dean knew it to be her offering/asking without sounding to bold so that she could stay in character with her humble persona. He started to undo her clasps in the back, but when that proved too awkward in her current state, she took his hands and made him grab the front. He picked up her meaning and pulled it hard enough for the bra to snap off of her, throwing it aside as she gave another spasm of pleasure before he was even properly inside of her.
Dean leaned in so that his cockhead rested against her pussy lips. He was rock hard right now, but he loved teasing her like this to make her even more wild later. He didn't quite enter her, soaking in her overflowing juices while he went on toying with her tits. He started to pinch and pull on her nipples, stretching and bouncing the green boobs around as she started breathing heavier. "Dean... master! Please! You're so rough! You're so strong! I couldnNNNNNG!"
As if by libido alone, Dean actually felt her cum against his cock before he'd even penetrated her. The docile milf had orgasmed just from knowing she aroused and entertained him. "Is my little cunt cumming before me?" Dean teased with a smile. Dawn's cheeks blushed a paler shade of green, making her dark green freckles stand out more. "Oh, you're getting an extra big reward for being that horny for your master."
"I'm so sorry, master," she panted, sweating enough that her wiggling ass made squeaky sliding noises on the tabletop. "Please forgive me. Please give me more of your hot and sticky reward."
Dean couldn't have dreamt of denying his after going this far. It was his first time properly inside her, and it was as strange and incredible as he'd expected. He knew how tight and juicy she was from fingering and eating her in their earlier experimentation, but feeling all of that tight fit and her sloppy orgasm over his cock was unbelievable. It took him a few thrusts to get used to it, but by then she was already screaming with pleasure.
"Oh my god! Oh my god! Yes!" she ranted as she actually pulled at her hair like his cock was driving her insane. He squeezed and rubbed her breasts, as much to arouse her as it was to hold her steady. She bit her lip with her needly teeth and ran her long tongue over her lips. She watched him with wide, glassy eyes, lost in the moment with a look on her face like she was dreaming it.
"You can do it, master. You fuck your Auntie Dawn so good," she mumbled through her parted lips, her whole body rocking from the neighbor boy's simple thrusts into her tiny body. Dean lost it when she started to somehow flex her hips, making her already snug and soggy pussy squeeze around his cock. It was like she had evolved to be perfectly fuckable. He grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled himself farther into her, and her startled but passionate scream drowned out his grunts as he came inside of her.
It was as if her pussy was starving for more. She came for him again, only to feel her pussy start to flex around his shaft again. It seemed to suck all the cum straight from his balls, making sure she took every drop he had to give.
Dean pulled out of her with a loud, wet pop, his cock dripping with her needy juices. "More, master," Dawn said softly, rolling over and sticking her big green ass up in the air. "I need more. Use me to make master happy. Cover me with your happy seed."
Dean fondled her some more to pace himself, but he soon had her bent over the counter while he fucked her up the ass. She was too short to reach it without a stool anymore, so he had to wrap his arms around her soft little belly while he bounced her tits over the counter top. She was screaming and knocking things over in her passionate throes, moaning until she drooled all over her oversized titties. Once he'd finished and was dripping out of her ass, he returned to her sloppy pussy by sitting at the table and pumping her up and down his cock like a walking fleshlight. Dean knew he would regret it in the morning, but he went on cumming in and on the goblin milf again. When he let her drop back to her feet after the third orgasm, she instantly turned back to him and started sucking on his softening cock. He was hard again in no time, and she greedily squeezed and stroked his balls until he squirted twice more over her face and chest, gleefully hanging her mouth open as it smeared her makeup and stuck to her hair. By the time their first night together was done, she was bathed in his cum until she was just a panting mess that was more white than.
"I told you I would take care of you, Deany," she managed breathlessly, laying in bed with her face nuzzled in against his balls. She breathed in his sweaty, cummy musk and sighed, looking more content than Dean could anyone he could remember. That first month of his summer vacation was mind blowingly enjoyable, and with Kyle going to college and working with the shortstack milf next door, it sounded like he'd be enjoying it for a very long time.
