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Spending Mother's Day with Mrs. Parr	By : TimedWatcher Category: +G through L > Incredibles, The Views: 39917 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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'What in the... heck.' He almost thought the bad one, but he was about to start busting out the four letter cusswords as he stared an empty hole into the space where his bike used to be, hoping to somehow make it reappear from sheer force of will alone.
He had already ran inside to ask his mom if she had moved it by accident, and that wasn't it, as even though she was the one who got it for him, she didn't even remember he even had a bike. He even tried to retrace his steps from last night, thinking his memory was faulty. Moving with a phantom vehicle at his side, he made the motion of parking it, then stepped back on the grass, framing the scene. It had been there, and now it's not. There was only one conclusion he could come to:
He had to walk to school today.
Walking to school wasn't the worst thing. Thirty five minutes tops without the bike. The problem was Violet, and that meant no early morning talking or smooching with her when he ended up a little late today. What was he supposed to do now? Walk to school at six thirty?
No matter how he constructed it in his head, Violet always said 'yes' to that question.
He was already up a block thinking about things. His side of the street was mostly empty, but he waved a few times at the opposing foot traffic on the other sidewalk; guys and girls he knew from last year were going to the Jesus school now. That wasn't the name, obviously, but that was as clever as kids his age got. It was a place he was sure he would have gone if his mom could have afforded it, which he was happy she couldn't, as it would have presented a proximity problem with Violet.
He turned at a curb, head forward, as the sound of a familiar car crept up behind him, pulling into someones parking space in front of their house, then coming to a stop. Without moving from her seat, the passenger door opened for him.
She beamed, happy to see him. "Let me give you a ride. Might catch a cold otherwise." He looked up and around himself - there wasn't an ounce of snow or even a wind chill. Even the trees were starting to get green again. "Come on. I don't bite. You know that better than anyone..." He still had cold feet about it, unsure if he really wanted to get in with her. "Please don't make an older woman picking up a young boy look awkward." He sighed, finally climbing in.
The drive was nice and slow... in fact, so slow, he wondered if it'd be faster to just walk. "So how's school?"
Typical mom question; so typical it kinda caught him off guard. "Uh... fine."
"That's nice." For a moment, he forgot who he was talking to. "Did you have fun at the cabin?" They had stopped at an intersection, just two cars they had to wait for, and in that time, her hand fell into his lap. "We could still have fun, y'know." As she rubbed his thigh, his face grew hot, before acknowledging that he did non-verbally. "Just because Bob's there doesn't mean you have to be afraid. He works late."
The reflex question of 'what about Violet' wasn't as noble as he had hoped it would be in his mind, because it came out with an addition of 'what about Violet? I call her everyday'.
She smirked - because she knew. "I'm sure a smart boy like you can figure something out."
Yeah, maybe he could... before he thought of one, his school came into view; he unbuckled himself while his other hand was now on the door handle ready to eject himself out.
He then felt warm lips on the side of his temple. "Mwah. Have a good day, sweetie."
"ThaAanks!" His voice cracked, flying out from the station wagon in a stupor.
Helen leaned over, watching him scamper off. "And if you need a ride tomorrow, just let me know." She called out to him as he ran up the stairs to the school doors, hoping not to be seen...
Shit.
Violet talked through her teeth. "What's my mom doing dropping you off?"
"Oh..." He shook his head in faux-annoyance - he was annoyed that somebody had taken his property, but that feeling had been tempered in the car, and now he was playing it up for her. "I think someone stole my bike. Long story - but your mom saw me and picked me up." He shrugged as he opened one of the double doors for her, as she looked up to him, a strand fell across her features, not even getting her to flinch. "What?"
"I don't want you around her!" Her arms flew stiff to her sides, as she tried to make herself seem taller.
"Why don't you want me around your mom?" Besides the obvious... "She just dropped me off."
Violet tried to keep it quiet. "Because you're MY boyfriend." He expected more, and that was the expression on his face. It seemed like she had to quickly think of something. "... And that it's wrong, and stuff."
He looked down and away, like he had smelled something awful, while avoiding people as he walked with her. "So you just want me all to yourself?"
"Well what would be the point of us being together then?" Her lip crooked as her eyebrow raised at him, as she faced forward again with a hair flip, he slowed behind her.
Did Violet really think she could keep him away from Helen?
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He felt like he was in a spy movie. With a baseball cap tilted forward, he looked up to his 'mom', who was in giant angled black sunglasses with white plastic rims that covered the whole of her eyes and a silky red rag tied from the top of her head down to her chin. She clutched her purse underneath her arm while holding his hand with the other. Possibly because she wanted to get out of that giant green coat with the large buttons - because it seemed a little too warm looking for this weather - or because she was afraid of getting caught. Helen walked with a fast pace towards their rented motel room, her heels clicking with every step.
Her shaky use of the key made it reticent as to which it was, luring him in with a pull when the door was finally open. He felt a little strung along, but he was happy to be.
The brightness that bled in from the outside hid the grey of the room. "Give me a minute to freshen up." The bathroom shut, as he saw a line of light appear from below.
Turning on the TV, he launched himself onto the queen size. He was disappointed then to find that there was not only no sound, but the color... there was no color.
Hands folded behind his head, he propped himself up on a pillow. The black and white TV was illegible due to the glare, so he was just watching shapes move until Helen came out.
Emerging from around the corner, Helen posed near the wall, her elbow pressed to it, her hand on the back of her head, causing her arm to triangle out, her seductress eyes on him like a predator that had spotted her prey. Aveiled in a see through pinkish purple drape, literally nothing was left to his imagination. Her nipples pointed stiffly, as her thick body poured everywhere in the best way possible. "What do you think? I haven't even worn this for Bob."
His opinion didn't seem to matter, as she was already falling to her knees at the edge of the bed, her lower half hidden, Helen pulling him back by his ankles with little argument from him. He loved that hungry look on her face as she unzipped his fly, her eyes not even acknowledging him outside of what was inside his pants. Presented with his underwear, she pawed at it, already seeing he was hard for her. Maybe it was just the perspective of her overhanging him, but it seemed like her breasts had gotten bigger since the last time he had seen her.
She unfurled him, grabbing it at the base. He was a bit floppy, but she warmed it back to standing, her knuckles wrapped around his penis, stroking him up and down. Her fingers around him like that made him feel so small. She planted kisses with rose red and glossy lips before she started slurping on his head. "Mmmph, delicious." She whispered things to herself. "So good, *glomph*." Her spit filled and breathy mutterings were muffled by the cock pressing down her tongue. "I love this *nom*." Her mouth then vacuumed around his penis, as the feeling went from loose and slippery, to tight and restrictive; her fist twisted up and down his shaft as her eyes shut, completely focused on the task in her hand.
He didn't announce he was going to cum, but she had some idea, as his spasms aimed higher and higher, but Helen didn't break from her deep throated sucking, as his toes curled at the feeling of her swallowing the life from him through his penis, maybe loving the noises he made in response to her whims.
She let him fall out naturally. As he watched himself shrink, there was no sign of the deed beyond Helen just wiping her lip with her ring finger, a professional at the job.
While he laid there at his most clearheaded, he knew it was far from over, watching her climb aboard on her palms, he made room for her, standing and watching. The bed coils squeaked as she positioned herself on the bed, the hem of her slip rolling along with her, with Helen trying her best to push it back down. Despite just having pleasured a minor and doing her best to look casual about it, she still had a demureness to her, sitting against that pillow in a way that hid some of creases in her body. She still cared about how he looked at her, even despite everything they had done.
But then a switch flipped, and this mother of three (soon to be four) turned into the kind of woman his own mom tried to warn him away from. Like a playboy spread come to life, she playfully rolled about, before pushing up her lower back, her heavy legs now clasped tightly together. Taking both sides of her clear panties, she made a show of it, as she slid them up by her thumbs along those plump hips and thighs. Her usually jiggly and parted globes were now pert and clenched; masterfully hiding everything from view.
Up past her knees and to her ankles, she flicked away her knickers with her toes. With her legs free of it, she pointed her feet towards the ceiling in a V shape, her thighs spreading open wide to him; a hint of athleticism to it, as those legs must have been heavy to hold up like that for as long as she did, as he stood there gawking.
And there it was, in all its vast splendor: Her garden snatch having grown further, darker than before. He felt rejuvenated, and nearly fell face first into the curly garden. He planted himself in between her thighs, unable to stop himself from brushing his face against it. It stunk like heaven and tasted sour sweet. His mouth created an airtight seal that he popped and slorped her dark pink lips. "Aaaah~... OOOOOH... aaaaaa-nngh!" Her voice escalated and de-escalated, certain folds seemed to bring it out of her more than others. He pulled back, a hair caught in his mouth that he tried to spit away, but Helen yanked him right back into her hairy muff without question; her pillowy thighs making sure he couldn't get away, as they slowly began wrapping around his head as he licked more and more, his nose stuffed with bristles. What once was soft became constricting and alarming, the sound of the world around him nearly muted, but his tired jaw still ate from the now sopping pie she had served for him.
Then something happened; she writhed under his tongue, as a force he couldn't explain erupted from within her. It kind of scared him and excited him all at once as Helen seemed to be in another world, and he wasn't sure if his head would burst under the strain; but her legs eventually let him go, and he crawled up her body, to see a satisfied look on her face. With Helen's pussy juice still on his chin, her tired eyes lifted, as she allowed him to fall on her now puckered lips. As their tongues whirled and stabbed at one another in a nasty looking and feeling kiss; Helen pushed back that moistness he had gathered from her valley into his tastebuds, and he wasn't sure if he would ever clean away that smell, but he'd have to if he'd ever want to kiss Violet again.
Helen then propelled him up by his shoulders, her thumbs swirling into them. They left eachother breathless, as she had a flustered expression of a rosy red blush - and maybe he did too. Then the corner of her lip and her eyebrow crooked up, as her eyes began intimating what he had to do, as he looked down, then back at her. "Ready?" He just silently nodded with a knowing look.
The sun drenched the whole of the room now. Nothing could have shielded them if she had been caught with him.
Pulling back her legs, he palmed each individual ass cheek of hers, cradling them in his hands like giant basketballs, and he couldn't help but confirm their firmness to Violet's skinny, almost frail, form. Then his hands moved to the back of her knees, but he had trouble holding them in place for what he wanted to do. Indeed, they were as heavy as he had thought. Her feet were bigger than Violet's, naturally, but the apple didn't fall too far from the tree, as they were still dainty things, just with a few more visible veins. They were well manicured too, as he couldn't stop himself from kissing one, and he could smell her day still laced on them.
He knowingly teased the twat, as Helen seemed unsure, her chin pressing down, trying her best to see what he was doing. Mrs. Parr's hands then reached down, and she pried herself open for him as if he need it. His hips ran into hers, as if expecting to catch her off guard with the sudden penetration, but instead, her top teeth sunk into her lower lip, a devilishness that he was all too familiar with. Now the pressure seemed to be on him to deliver, his humps quick, his breaths short and shallow.
Mid stroke, he looked up to see Helen had stretched her arm over to the phone, as she spun a familiar looking number, then pulled it back towards the scene they had created on the bed. He could hear it ring, as Helen then pointed the phone towards him. What was she doing? He told Mrs. Parr he'd call Violet AFTER they were done. His once solid hand was now shaking before he took it, the spring coiled cord of the phone pulled to its limit. "Hey... Vi... y-yeah. M-m-mom is about to take me to the dentist today... I know... I'm... I'm... sorry. Hurt? No... I... I just, hate going to the dentist... Yeah... yeah... you too... bye."
Helen took the phone away from him. While placing it back onto the hook, he collapsed on top of her in frustration; her hand combing through his hair. "Good boy." Was the only thing she said, which just made him madder, but he had no other way of expressing himself than with his hips. Her once heavy body was nothing in his hands now and even she seemed surprised at first at the way he retook her, but she eventually fell into the groove of accepting his more violent thrusts. She even encouraged it, as he felt both her hands on his contracted backside, her raised arms pressing her bust together into swelling looking melons. "Cum into mommy." She repeated over and over in a cultish haze, her voice low and hissing. It was like she was casting a hex on him, resulting in a dizzied perception. Her teeth now bit into her lower lip as she bellowed a witchy cackle; a single strand broke away from her usually perfect hair, a sheen of sweat having formed.
He unleashed deep inside the mature pussy, his last stabs in utter desperation for a point inside Helen he couldn't reach, as his pathetic sounding whimpers began eking out along with his last few drops inside her. Helen let him lay atop her flabby belly until he was ready to roll off, her own fire extinguished, the back of her hand resting along her forehead. In a mirror nearby, he could see himself small and warped, as if he were younger and being carried by her.
He sniffled before smothering his face into her, rubbing up against her glistening body, enjoying the warmth he felt in her presence, his hands tight around her and his limpness now on her large thigh, still leaking. "Oh no, I think you got me pregnant again!" She playfully tapped his chest, and he couldn't stop smiling while looking up to her.
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With this weeks garbage in hand, he whistled while heading to the back.
Today had been a good day.
He stopped in his tracks however, the bag slipping with a big metal tin can clunk, as he had to do a double take, because he didn't believe it. It almost made him jump for joy when he spotted it.
His bike, leaned against the shed like he usually kept it. Wheeling it out, he saw a piece of paper attached to it by some tape. The note read simply:
I know who took it
-Vi
Hucking the garbage over the fence, he ran back to his house, wanting to call her up and to thank her profusely, but he moved in slow motion, hanging up completely in the doorframe back inside; his stomach churning in misery.
Violet was out getting him his bike back, all while he was... how could he even make it up to her?
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He awoke, frightened. His dream had been a pleasant one, but he had just heard his name being called ever so sweetly. Like a ghost was trying to talk to him.
She at least had a similar complexion.
"How'd you get..." He stopped his question, remembering her powers.
"Some of your windows don't have a lock." Except for the bike thing, the fact that he never had to worry about things like that reminded him why he loved living in the suburbs. He was also thankful his girlfriend wouldn't be seen sneaking in by a neighbour. Though if they did see a window sliding up and down with no explanation, they'd probably be hauled off to a padded room trying to explain it to his mom the next morning.
Violet leaned in. "Could I... sleep here?"
His crusty, half lidded eyes opened as much as they could. "Uuuuh... yeah, sure." He took a moment, still trying to wrap his tired head around what was happening, as he finally repositioned near the edge, exposing himself to a hint of cold by opening up the blanket like he was flashing her.
She sat down, bending forward to get off maybe her socks or shoes. Once his initial weariness wore off though, he grinned from ear to ear when she wasn't looking his way, as he then realised what was happening:
A girl was going to sleep with him in his bed.
Sure, they had done... stuff, before, but it was never under the context of Violet forcing herself into his home late at night.
Violet slid onto her side, pulling up one of the covers he offered. He was quick to entrench himself around her, rubbing up against her, as he let his excitement at the prospect of a girl in his bed be known with several prods. He wasn't sure yet of when to pull himself out of his pants either, expecting her to turn around and face him so they could... start.
He propped himself on his elbow, getting a better look at her, her face looking towards the door. He swiped her silk strands, parting her hair, before tucking it underneath her head. "Your hair is so shiny looking." He kissed the side of her skull, just above her large ear, then inhaled her girlish fragrance. "You smell nice."
"Thanks..." She sounded like she wasn't sure how to take it. "I shower every morning..."
He breathed on the back of her neck after getting another strong whiff, sensing that bit of her sweat from a long day mixed in with it. "That means you've nearly gone the whole day without showering and still smell good."
Violet talked with her eyes closed. "Don't get any bright ideas. I just need to be away from there. Mom and dad are fighting again."
"Come on, Vi." He wrapped an arm around her, groping her tits. Violet and the bed rocked, as if trying to get him to move it, so he did, as he brought it south and into her pants, where his digit started to tease her slit, sliding it up and down, trying to angle it in somehow.
She called out his name again in anguish, which caught him off guard. He wondered if his mom could have heard that. "Not tonight." This time stuffing the side of her face into the pillow, a firm gesture of her disinterest.
"You gotta be fibbin' with me." He almost didn't believe it. This was a perfect opportunity and she didn't want to take it. Violet didn't respond. She didn't say anything. She just laid there.
He sat there blinking for awhile, before descending back and away from her, still close and touching. He kinda hated losing so much room to himself, especially on his small bed. He also found sleeping with someone could also be extremely uncomfortable. He could feel her long hair drape over him and feeling those little strands of hers reaching through his shirt and all over his back like little spiders that made him want to swat them away or itch himself.
Yet he couldn't, as he didn't want to wake Violet.
When he was able to stretch his arms and legs over the side of the bed, he knew she was gone. Yet his hand still pawed at the space where she had been.
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Her locker shut.
"Sorry about last night." She turned to him, books now clutched to her stomach. He could see the expression in her lips subtly changing again and again, trying to find the words, squeezing her school work closer to her chest, her head tilting down and to the side.
"It's not your fault... I was really imposing myself on you anyway."
"So will you be coming again? I can be prepared this time." He threw up his hands. "No pressure and nothing sexual. Promise."
Violet bounced on her toes then back onto her heels in front of him. "I'll think about it."
The rest of the school day was a blur for him, as he rushed home in anticipation for tonight. He couldn't stop himself from counting down the minutes until her arrival, so he kept himself busy. He washed his sheets and scrubbed himself extra hard in the tub. He even thought of opening a window for her, but that seemed a bit too desperate. He even went to bed early, squirming like a worm with all the energy he had.
Then it happened. The near-silent click of the door, opening and closing, only audible if you really listened for it, then a slow rustling through the dark, in case there was something to accidentally step on. He made sure there wasn't. He heard his name called, and he shut his eyes, pretending to sleep, but he was wide awake. Like a mummy emerging from his tomb, he sat up.
Standing between the bed and his door, she stood nearly naked, as she was still too modest to part with her panties, her long hair giving her a hand by covering her chest like she were a mermaid, as the moonlight reflected off her untanned body. Thin bodied, she was a teenaged beauty, and she had a strange perfection, like she was porcelain made to be seen in a nightly world. "I thought about it... and... it really was unfair to you. So..." She did a spin, the hair lifting off, exposing that budding chest of hers. "Here I am." Violet planted herself at the foot of his bed, sliding his way on just her knees, then falling forward into a crawl, moving now like a sex kitten, she circled around, her bum clearly pointed his way, her underwear pulled up snug. Then she laid next to him, her eyes lowered, eyelashes fluttering.
"Violet... I appreciate the gesture, but not tonight."
"Wha-why?" Violet seemed confused, not angry or hurt though. She even took a quick sniff of her hair to be sure it wasn't something about her.
He ran his hand along her face. "I want you to feel like you could come here and not have to do something for me."
"Don't you want me?"
"Violet... I want you more than any guy could ever want a girl... but... I promised you that I wouldn't make this sexual. You need a place to stay."
It took awhile for Violet to understand exactly what he was laying down, that sexual aggressiveness gradually being pent up, at least for tonight. "Okay." She pressed her face into his hand, sandwiching it between her cheek and her exposed shoulder, snuggling it, before she took it and then cradled the arm like it was a teddy bear that she could wear like a seatbelt, as he pulled her underneath the blanket. "Is that your-"
He cleared his throat. "Don't think about it."
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He was happy to see her. It had been like she was avoiding him all day. The few times he saw her throughout, she was like a mute, but he was still sure he had redeemed himself in her eyes. "Hey, Violet. Got us a table." He motioned for her to sit.
The world went dark under a layer of mashed potatoes. Violet took that tray she was holding and dumped it on him. Food poured everywhere, sticking in clumps or landing in his lap. Thank god it was never hot enough to burn. He looked up to see a smug smile that he had never seen before appear on her face. "Violet! What the hell!?" She then picked up his unopened carton of milk, shaking it his way, aiming her fingers at the flap. The flushing noise inside it made him stand up and back off - it was like she wanted to make this public to anybody watching - he got the message loud and clear.
He didn't care how pissed his mom might get for skipping out on the rest of the school day, but he was going home - so on his bike he rode, smelling of gravy and peas.
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He had been drifting in and out of sleep, his radio on at the lowest volume setting. He was expecting Violet... he didn't know why, especially after what she did. He was a hopeless romantic... or maybe hopeless in general. He was mad, but of course he missed her. Was he really ready to throw it all away just because she threw some food in his face? Like, maybe she had a good explanation...
He had a hard time thinking up what that could be. Maybe she knew what he had done at the motel with Helen... yeah, yeah that could be a good enough reason. If that was it, he could forgive and forget.
Maybe.
His door creaked, and he froze up, pretending to be asleep. He could sense that energy of movement and slow steps. Then it stopped, and he anticipated her touchdown.
His bed then sunk in a way that Violet could never be the cause of. That meant somebody else was here. In his room.
Panic rushed adrenaline through his system as he shot up to meet the stranger, only to come face to face with Helen Parr. He withheld a scream, as he sputtered out starts of words. Did she even know where he lived?
"It's me." That... that wasn't Helen's voice. Having calmed down a little, he really examined her. Something really was off, and he could even see it even in the dark; her body language was totally different. For the first time he had been around her, she had a worried look on her face, and no confidence in her posture, and she had a hard time meeting his eyeline. In a tight shirt and unflattering pajama pants, this barely felt like Miss Parr. Yet it was...
"What happened?" He asked in total disbelief.
"Some creep did this to us..."
He snapped a little. "Did he hurt you?"
"No... just this. An old friend of mom and dads is working on something to fix it, but who knows..." Her knuckles listlessly punched away a puffy part of his blanket. "I don't want to be old."
"Wait a sec, if this is you, then who was that girl at school?"
"That's... why I came; even like this. You didn't answer the phone today... are you mad about something?" Violet questioned him like she already knew.
It took him a second to recall it fully. "You... Violet... didn't say a word to me today, then dumped food on me. I didn't want to take her... your, call." Things started making sense as he explained it.
Her hands formed fists above her head, bringing them down with violent force. "Mom!" Her sudden rage of an outburst subsided quickly, as the older womans eyes watered. "Why would she do that to me?" When Violet said that, the word 'she' was replaced by 'you'.
He felt like human refuse.
He looked at her, wanting to admit to something. A wrong doing. "Don't... don't stare at me when I'm like this." Helen recoiled within herself, hands unsure of what they wanted to cover.
"Vi, please. I'm looking at you, the girl I love." He could see the girl through the shell.
"Yeah right. This is great for you." He could hear the pain in her voice. "You like older women."
"Not... not all of them." That was his best.
"Yeah... just the one that looks NOTHING like me." She really made the older woman move and sound like a teenaged girl.
He put a hand on her shoulder, hoping to comfort her; an action he had never once considered doing with Helen, and it felt just as strange. "Violet, let's just sleep together like yesterday."
She shuddered before taking a deep breath, then wiped her face clean. "Okay." He embraced her, going with her as they both descended back horizontally. Violet had trouble adjusting while trying to lay beside him, the bed clearly not made for a woman of her size. "God, this sucks."
After a lot of frustration, she found the angle that was right for her: Pushing that big ass of hers into him and arching her back forward. "What's it like being like this?" He was curious about it as she clearly had an interesting day at work - it was also to keep his mind off of that big butt of hers.
If only he could switch bodies with her dad, then he could show him... what, by beating himself up? Now that's a stupid fuckin' plan.
"I... guess it's mostly the same, but things feel so weird. I feel slower, and I see things differently. Not just because I'm a little taller, but I think my moms eyesight is a little worse than mine... I also feel sick - but I know my mom is healthy... and it took me awhile to figure out what it was..." She took his hand, then placed it on her belly. "Inside me... growing..." She turned in bed, her hazel eyes on him, a withdrawn sadness to them. "It's yours, isn't it?" He couldn't look her way, unable to confirm or deny it.
"I don't know..." He was actually being honest, both that and what he was gonna say next. "But it's what I want to do with you, Violet."
"You idiot, I'm too young for that... plus I don't think you're trying that hard, anyway." Her arms folded in defeat.
He took offense to that. "That's not true. What do you think I was trying to do with you the first night?"
"Yeah... but the second!" She acted like she had him.
"Violet, I had to do everything in my power, including knuckle biting, to keep my hands off you." He pushed himself up by his elbow and hovered over her now. "Violet, I want to do you so badly once, that you end up with three kids because of it."
"That's a weird way of putting it..."
"How else do I explain how I really feel?" They kissed; with closed eyes, the sensation was just like the way Violet would kiss; soft and non-aggressive.
She pushed him off and to the side. "No... I can't. Not like this, not in this body." He could see she was red faced.
"But it's... you." Violet raced from his room. He sat a moment, uncomfortable. He needed release.
He followed after her.
He heard the window downstairs opening. He copied her tracks, hoping he wasn't too late.
"Nnngh! Hrrnn! Aagh! I'm stuck!" Turning on the living room lamp, he wasn't sure what he was expecting to see. It was comical to say the least.
She was stuck inside the window... and didn't seem to have a grasp on those stretchy powers of her moms. The heart shape of her bottom made itself seem more apparent, squished together into a fine and firm looking pair of rump roasts; Violet rolling them back and forth in her attempts to escape was hypnotizing. He walked up slowly as she whisper-shouted his name over and over. "Help me!" He placed his hands on her mother's ass, massaging them, squishing them. "What are you doing!?" Her legs kicked helplessly.
He had meant to just push her, but... "You know... how long it's been?" His voice was slow.
"But we coulda done this yesterday!..." She relayed to him in breathy frustration.
"Please?"
Her legs stopped thrashing. "Ugh, fine." He rubbed his hands. There was just something so... pathetic, about the visual that he could sink his teeth into. The once great Elastigirl, now trapped within an everyday window. He wondered if she got stuck like this a lot. Maybe he could take advantage of that one day... oh, this is that day.
He reached underneath her, fumbling for the front knot and untying it with the glee of an undiscovered Christmas gift. He then started peeling it back, unveiling her bubbly tush inch by inch.
He let it fall down her legs and past her ankles into a pile on the floor that he kicked to the side and started making way for his entry, letting Violet know where he wanted his hardness to end up, prodding Helen's nethers. "Wait, stop... I have another, better idea. You see that other hole?"
"Other... hole...?" He looked around her lower half, his hands curious, the skin of her ass tactile and full of goosebumps from the cold, then he pried her apart. Her pink rectum, surrounded by dark tissue, between two pale hams. She couldn't mean... that... could she? "You mean the..."
"Yes."
He had never actually done anything with this before except when Helen let him lick it once, and he was so horned up then that he would have licked her ear canal if she had offered it to him. "Hey wait a minute, why haven't we done it like this?" She was making him have sex with her feet when he could be having sex with this?
"Because it'd hurt!" Her ass wiggled as she scolded him.
"Oh, and it won't hurt now?"
"Shut up, we're not doing it that way in my body." He could visualize her with her arms crossing her chest in that pouty Violet way.
"You know, I could just leave you like this."
She sighed. "I'll think about it... so, are you gonna do me or not?" Violet sounded so indignant for a girl about to get it in the butt.
"Oh, I'm gonna do ya." He kneaded her thick and heavy ass cheeks. "This is what I want to do with you Violet... you... bent over exactly like this." He hot dogged himself between her buns, sliding against her backdoor; keeping himself warm from the cold night air bleeding through.
"Having fun back there?" She asked in an unserious and impatient manner.
"A little..." He still had second thoughts even while grinding against her like this. "I mean, I know what she did was wrong... but does that really make this okay?"
"You know my mom was the one who stole your bike, right?"
He aimed his member and pressed it against the tight looking hole. Unlike a sheathe to rest his sword in, which was a natural fit, it felt like he was using it violently, trying to pierce the nearly uncooperative Violet. With a shlorp sound, he slipped in. Then he watched it grow around him, changing shape to accommodate the intrusion, the ring suctioning around him. His pelvis didn't have to do a thing as he let the orifice swallow him whole. He wondered if Helen's ass muscles were strong enough to hoist him if she tried.
She yiped out.
He stopped drilling for oil. "Are you okay?"
She spoke from a growl deep in her throat. "It really, really - REALLY - hurts - but I can manage."
He could swear she was lying, but didn't care eitherway. "Well, could ya keep it down?" He could imagine the dirty glare she gave him for saying that, which he stifled with another inch into her.
"ouch-ouch-ouch-ouch-ouch" She reiterated in a consistent pattern, as he told her again to shush up, admiring his handiwork as he watched himself disappear, nearly needing to rely on the tips of his toes to get the most out of it.
All the way in, he began.
He moved like a dog, rutting the greasy feeling slot with little patience. There was no loving embrace or care in this. He had no face, and neither did she. They were just animals in that moment.
Helen's head flew into view, her spine curving, as her hands clasped tightly to her mouth, as she cried out into her palms, whimpering with every push from him, and that's when he noticed that it was possible if he applied enough pressure, she could get away - but he wasn't gonna let her get off that easily. Reaffirming her position, he folded over her ass cheeks; his palms imprinting their shape into them, like they were made of playdough. "I'm gettin' there, Violet." His voice haggard, and her asshole flexed tightly onto him in response, almost to a point of clamping, and he knew she had loved it. As he unloaded, he gripped on to where the paint started to chip off near the frame, watching Helen look up to the moon at the same time he came, almost failing to muffle herself, before collapsing, still caught in the snare.
He hung around inside her for awhile, but her hot tunnel was going to melt his brain; retrieving his flopping penis, it looked like he uncorked her, as she now had a pink and puffy donut that oozed white cream onto her irritated red and wet pussy; a level of concern hitting him as he rushed to get some kleenex so it wouldn't make a mess on the carpet.
He froze at the foot of the stairs.
He heard his name called - and it wasn't Violet trying to get his attention. "What are you doing down there?"
"Nothing mom! Just closing the window." He jampressed himself against those plump globes, nearly bouncing off them at first, then nearly falling between their crease, the feeling of her split swallowing his arm for a moment, attaching a sweaty smell to it that he wasn't sure if he liked. He grunted more than when he screwed her, her cellulite pouring over his fingers, as he mashed it like dough, one cheek popping out before the other. Picking up and tossing out her pants, he slid the glass down before wiping his brow. As he turned off the light, he checked outside one last time just to see Helen standing naked on his front lawn in the middle of the night, bare from the stomach down, cum falling from the crack of that big ass of hers into the grass, wetting the blades like dew, as she struggled in a mad scramble to put back on those pajama pants, half hopping on one foot.
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He kept his distance as he approached her.
Was that... could it be?
"Vi...let?"
She did a spin. "The one and only."
He relaxed, hugging her, making nonsense noises of appreciation before he let go. "So how's your mom?"
"Oh, sitting home right now..." Violet grinned. "On a big bag of ice." He responded with a light chuckle, still unsure if that was the right thing to do. Violet then leaned up against her locker, with that same toothy smile. "So... what are we doing for Valentines tomorrow?"
The color drained from his face.
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Holding the side of her posterior, Helen sat down, a pained expression as she did. "Violet."
"Mom." Violet's response just as snippy. "What are you doing here?"
"He invited me, you little tramp."
"No, he invited ME - and nice outfit, mom. Are you really trying to impress him by dressing like grandma?" Violet made a face. "And insulting your daughter? Real mature, mom."
"Listen here you little-"
"And here are your pancake specials, ladies..." The waitress placed them down, breaking the tension between them.
"I'm sorry but we didn't order these, I... WE, just got here."
She smacked her gum, pointing. "It was paid for by that polite boy with that woman over there."
When he noticed they were now looking his way, his eyes hit his plate. Taking out some money, he threw it down quickly, before taking her hand and leading her towards the exit, opening it for her. "I'll see you at the car, mom." The glass door shut in his face, but he didn't move with any expediency. He turned like a dead man walking. His grimace changed in an instant; his eyes squinted, his smile filled with obvious bull. "My mom, she works hard, right? I mean, you know how we spent mother's day together, haha, so she kinda needed a day to herself, and she doesn't get many, ehehe... and you two, I wanted you two to uh, make up-" As he explained, he motioned for the door behind himself, missing several times, before pushing against it and running off to the parking lot of the diner.
"So." Helen looked at her daughter. "Are we doing this again next year?"
Violet stewed angrily. "Next year."
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