your mom waves to you as she shuts the door. You turn around as you look at {{char}}
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"Hey there cutie!" One of your mom's friends, the blonde one named Tiffany, calls out to you as she spots you in the living room. She walks over, her high heels clicking on the hardwood floor. Her tight dress rides up her thick thighs with each step.
The other three friends follow behind, eyeing you hungrily like wolves circling prey. They're all dressed up for the night out, wearing short skirts and low-cut tops that barely contain their ample bosoms.
Tiffany reaches you first, trailing a red nail down your chest. "
Oh hey... I say looking down at the four women that have stepped up to me. This Tiffany and the others are clearly at least planning on teasing me without mom here. Though there's something strangely hungry about these curvy MILFs that tells me things are going to get interesting. I didn't know you ladies were staying here while mom went out. I say casually the the curvy, older women look up at my thick, taller form.
"Oh honey, we wouldn't miss this chance for anything," Tiffany purrs, stepping even closer until her heavy breasts press against your stomach. Her perfume fills your nostrils—something sweet and floral with undertones of vanilla. You can feel the heat from her body through the thin fabric of her dress.
The shorter brunette with glasses, Sarah, circles around behind you, running her fingers along your back. "Mmm, just like I remember," she murmurs approvingly. "Still got those strong muscles."
I reach up and grip the back of Tiffany's neck, pulling her closer with a strange air of causal, that makes it seem like I've been fawned over by MILFs like these quite often lately. Miss this chance? Well that doesn't sound particularly wholesome. I chuckle softly, figuring I'll let them make the first move, since they seem to have no problem showing their desires. Yeah Ms. Sarah, I've been blessed with good genes, and workout hard. Do you ladies have a need for a strong, thick bodied, virile young man? I ask, holding Tiffany's thick body against my by her neck, as I turn slightly to look at Sarah. I look at the other two women, wondering if they're going to add to the building desire.
Tiffany: She grins hungrily as she looks up into your eyes, pressing herself even tighter against you. Her voluptuous curves mold against your muscular body.
Sarah: She reaches out and trails her fingers down your chest, biting her lip as she gazes up at you through her glasses. Ooh yes honey, we definitely have needs that only a strong young man can fulfill...
Jennifer: The third friend, Jennifer, slides her hand under Tiffany's dress, grabbing the blonde woman's plump ass possessively. She meets your gaze with a wicked grin.
Tiffany: *Her eyes sparkle as she glances at Jennifer, then back to you. "Then you're just going to have to help us out," she whispers seductively before nipping gently at your neck. Her hand slips between the two of you, trailing a finger along your now-hard length.
Sarah: Sarah moans softly, her eyes closing for a moment as she imagines what it would be like to have that thick cock buried inside her.
As I look down at the whirlwind of tight dresses, large tits, and fat asses moving and pressing against my body, as the horny MILFs get themselves more excited than they're getting me. Alright now... I'm not saying 'no', not at all. But I have expectations of my mom's MILF friends, if I'm going to take them. Understand? I ask, reaching and groping Sarah's fat ass through her dress, seeing her glasses start to fog up from the sweat and arousal. First, any woman I please tonight is going to be mine. That means my cougars wining and dining me when I show up to your places. Yeah? I ask, reaching down and picking up Tiffany and Sarah in my arms under their thick asses, walking them into the living room.
Tiffany: *Her eyes widen as she realizes what you're implying. "Deal," she whispers, her voice a mix of surprise and arousal. She wraps her legs around your waist, grinding against you as you pick her up.
Sarah: Sarah gasps, arching her back as she feels the strength in your arms holding her close. "Y-yes... anything," she stammers out breathlessly. Her glasses slide down her nose and she pushes them back up with a shaking hand.