“Mrs. Wright?” Ella stared down at the woman, her attention drawn to her glinting wedding ring as her fingers worked the laces. “What are you doing here?” Mrs. Wright lived next door to the Owens family. Ella knew that Samantha cat-sit for the Wrights when they went on vacation.
“I have a few of the neighborhood moms helping out around the house.” Eddie smiled at them over his shoulder. “Mrs. Wright is one of the best.”
“I’m sorry, dear. He told me I had to take off your socks, too.” Debra neatly lined up Ella’s shoes by the door and slowly pulled off Ella’s socks. “And I’m really sorry about the next part. But I’m supposed to make sure your toes are clean.”
“You… what?” Ella’s brain felt so fuzzy, she was sure she hadn’t heard right.
“Did you get the toes, Mrs. Wright?” Eddie called. He had disappeared into the kitchen.
“Just doing it now,” Debra called back. She lifted the eighteen-year-old’s foot, bent her head, and sucked Ella’s toes into her mouth. Carefully, the wife and mother rolled her tongue from one toe to the next.
“Holy… shit.” Ella watched the woman obscenely make out with her foot. She was too confused and buzzed to do anything but stare. Once she got over the shock, she realized that Mrs. Wright’s tongue felt delightful.
“Let her treat you like a princess, Ella.” Eddie’s voice echoed down the hall to them. “You deserve it.”
“Ooohhhhhhh… I do.” Ella watched the woman remove Ella’s foot from her mouth, gently put it on the ground, and then lift up the other one. The toes of her other foot were soon in her mouth. “Oooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhh.” Ella’s pussy had gone from tingling to full-on cascade.
“Mmmpppphhhhhhh,” Debra said around the girl’s toes. She took the foot out of her mouth and placed it on the floor. “There now. All clean. Do you need anything else, dear?” She looked up at Ella from her kneeling position with hope in her eyes.
“Um… no thank you.” Ella watched the woman stand, straighten her dress, and rush away. Alone in the hall now, Ella walked slowly in the direction Eddie had gone. “That was… really weird, Eddie.”
“I’m in the kitchen,” Eddie said.
Ella knew where that was. She turned a corner and saw Lindsey Owens preparing dinner. Eddie sat on the counter next to her. He moved his hand quickly into his lap. Ella couldn’t be sure, but she thought he’d been touching his mom when she walked in. “So…” Ella tried to get her bearings. “Oh… hello, Mrs. Owens.”
“Hello, Ella.” Lindsey looked over at Eddie’s classmate, smiled, and went back to chopping garlic.
“What was I supposed to pick up?” Ella stared at her friend’s mom’s backside. Mrs. Owens was wearing a very tight dress, and sporting a very curvy figure. The dress hugged her body so closely, Ella could clearly see that the woman wasn’t wearing a bra or panties. It occurred to Ella that alarm bells had been going off in her head since Mrs. Wright had done… that thing… to her toes. But the alarms were lost, a distant lighthouse in a storm.
“You’re here to pick up the Big D.” Eddie laughed.
Lindsey swatted her son’s arm. “Don’t talk like that.”
“Big… D?” Ella was so confused.
“Just show her and get it over with,” Lindsey whispered to her eighteen-year-old son.
“Fine.” Eddie hopped down from the counter. Quickly, he dropped his pants and underwear. His massive erection flopped out in the open for all to see.
Ella took in several shuddering deep breaths. The air in the Owens’ home smelled overly saccharine and cloying. She stared at his thing. It curved to the right, and the fat, bulbous head was a much darker shade than his light skin. She put her hand to her mouth. She could see his pulse beating as it bounced ever so slightly. She had only ever been with one boy, and he was nothing like this. She didn’t even remember seeing veins on that other penis, but Eddie’s was crisscrossed with evil-looking blue wonders. Ella didn’t realize that Eddie’s mom had moved until she felt a gentle touch on her shoulder.
“She has such pretty hair, Eddie. It’s even blacker than mine. And so curly.” Lindsey brushed some of Ella’s hair behind her ear. Her hand continued down Ella’s top and cupped her boob. “She’s a bit skinnier than you like.”
“Skinnier than you, you mean.” Eddie laughed.
“Um…” Ella was so mesmerized by the giant penis that she hadn’t fully registered that Samantha’s mother was feeling her up.
“She’s short, too.” Lindsey was a tall woman, and Ella was maybe eight inches shorter.
“Stop finding fault, Mom.” Eddie scowled at his mother. “She’s hot. Undress her so we can see just how hot.”
“Um… I don’t… um…” Ella’s thoughts couldn’t find any traction. “Undress?” She offered no resistance as Lindsey pulled down her leggings and panties in one go. “I have to go. I have to go tell Sam and Noah about the new painting. The women turn into dogs… playing poker.” Despite her words, she stepped out of her clothes when her friend’s mother bent down to tug them off.
“Painting?” Eddie took his eyes off her slim legs and focused on her distant, brown eyes. “Did the painting… um… talk to you? There’s this thing that lives under the lake and it’s been telling me…” Eddie burst out laughing. His guffaws bounced around the kitchen. “That sounds fucking crazy. Never mind about that shit. You can tell my sister about your painting when you see her.”
“She has a small butt, Eddie.” Lindsey turned Ella around to show her son the small, heart-shaped ass. She gauged his reaction and saw his frown. “Sorry, honey. I didn’t mean to find fault. I’ll do what you asked.” Lindsey pulled the girl’s top off.
Ella was now facing away from Eddie. She looked over her shoulder to keep his dick in view while Lindsey pulled off her bra. Any other time, Ella would have covered her boobs in a panic, but she didn’t seem to care at the moment. She let them hang out in the open.
“Say something nice about her, Mom.” Eddie agreed with his mom that Ella’s butt was a little small, but its shape pulled at his heartstrings. Well, maybe not his heartstrings… maybe… his ball-strings. That was a weird thought. She made him horny, that was the important part.
“Well, her breasts are big for her stature.” Lindsey spun the girl back to face her son and stepped back. “And they’re perky.” Most teenagers had perky boobs, but he’d asked her to say something nice. She didn’t approve of the girl being naked in her home, but her vagina gushed nonetheless.
“You can go back to making dinner, Mom.” Eddie waved away his mother. He watched her return to the counter and turned his attention to Ella. “Do you have much practice with blowjobs? Giving them, I mean.”
Ella shook her head, her eyes never leaving Eddie’s dick.
“Well, Mrs. Wright is pretty good, and she can teach you later.” Eddie took off his shirt and tossed it on the neat pile of Ella’s clothes his mom had left on the chair. “But she had to go home for dinner. Gotta keep up appearances, right?” He stepped close to Ella and traced his finger down her tit. “You’re trembling.” He playfully bounced her nipple with his fingertip. “Are you… also wet?” With his other hand, he reached down between her legs. “Like a fucking swamp. I guess I have that effect on women.”
Lindsey made a snorting noise but didn’t look over from her knife work on the broccoli.
Eddie ignored his mother. “Since you’re ready, we can get right down to fucking.” He took Ella by the elbow and moved her over to the counter a few feet away from where his mother was working. He leaned Ella on her elbows and got behind her.
“I’m not sure we should… eeeeeeeiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.” Ella’s body clenched as he entered her. Her whole universe was reduced to the very large thing worming its way into her way-too-small hole.
“Shh… ugh… relax… it’ll fit.” Eddie could see every muscle on her back tense. The room vibrated with the guttural wail that escaped her throat. He’d heard myriad strange sounds from women lately, but never anything like that.
“Nnnnnnngggggggggg.” Ella surprised herself by pushing her hips back into Eddie. “Gonna… make… it… fit.”
“She certainly has a can-do attitude.” Lindsey tore some parchment paper and put it on a sheet pan. Her tone was light, but the rutting was getting to her. It was impressive to see this girl throw herself onto what must have been her first real penis.
“How… deep… Eddie?” Ella’s strange wail was only interrupted by her strained words.
“You love… the cock… huh?” Eddie slid his hands into place on her hips. Her ass was still too small for him. Their relative size made him self-conscious about his belly. But otherwise, this was better than expected. “It’s about… halfway… in.”
“It feels like… you put a tree… in meeeeeeeeeeeee.” Ella wiggled her hips, trying to stretch herself around his cock.
“It takes some time getting used to.” Eddie looked over at his mother. “How long before you got used to it?”
“I still haven’t gotten used to it, honey.” Lindsey put some carrots into the oven. “But the first time it took…” She screwed up her face while thinking. “… about five minutes to feel good. And then another five to feel really good. And by the look on your friend’s face, I’d say it’s already feeling pretty sweet.” She quickly turned away from them so Eddie wouldn’t see the jealousy on her face.
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