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Once Upon a Time... in Dexter's Mom	By : TimedWatcher Category: +1 through F > Dexter's Laboratory Views: 1314 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Once Upon a Time
- 1
Suds were rinsed off a plate with a squeaking wipe, as she placed another stack of plates into a rack. Another of her wifely duties. She couldn't help but stare outside, though nothing ever exciting happened. Earlier, she had seen some ethnic boys pass through the neighborhood and she wondered if they were lost, because they didn't look like they belonged here, and she had even considered calling 911 to get a courtesy check, as she didn't feel safe with them there.
But as soon as she was about to get back to work, another set of boys passed through the neighborhood - and instead of wanting to call the cops, this time, she had a rather wicked idea about how to get familiar with them...
Cliff and Dalton were the best of friends - and like similarly minded friends, they were playing hookey and on their way towards the arcade to play the newest fighting game that blew their minds the last time they saw it: Tekken 3. Yeah, they could wait for the home port like the other games in the series, but who knew how long that'd take?
Dalton, freckle faced with rusty colored hair and a bit of a pumpkin shaped head, was pushing himself along on his bike, the noise of clacking a constant as he kept pace, only stopping sometimes to sit and wait for Cliff, catching a glimpse of the gold curls sticking out his backwards cap. Cliff had his hands in his pockets and a swagger in his red and white striped shirt three sizes too big for him.
"I still think I could beat up Bruce Lee."
"Shut up, Cliff. No you couldn't."
Cliff mulled it over for a second, scratching his face near his dry and chapped mouth, before giving Dalton the standard 'nah' response. "He's 120 pounds soaking wet. I could take him."
Dalton nearly lost his composure. "He's a legend, man! A legend!"
"Oh boys!" They froze in place, seeing the redheaded mother standing with her hands on her large and obvious hips as she silhouetted herself in her doorway; her voice a little accusatory in tone. "Shouldn't you two be in school?" She wagged her glove covered finger their way.
"Let's get the hell outta here!" Dalton nearly dashed off on his bike, but Cliff grabbed him.
"Shut up--my mom knows her." He exhaled. "Maybe I can talk our way out of this." Cliff changed directions, sauntering her way, all while taking his hat off and holding it in front of his heart. "Oh, you're-" He snapped his fingers. "Dexter's mom." He avoided stepping on their grass, the lawn properly taken care of. "We've been in his class before when they bumped him up a couple grades."
Dalton sideways glanced up both pathways, measuring where the grass was so he wouldn't skid on it in case he needed to make his escape. He leaned over the rail to not seem like he'd bolt at the sound of a pin dropping as he watched the two jabber to eachother, though he couldn't hear a thing.
Something happened that made him squint hard.
She... she laughed. She then made a gesture towards the inside of her house, before disappearing inside. Dalton's jaw dropped as he watched Cliff standing on the welcome mat while rubbing his shoes, looking quite smug, before waving him over. He biked over as fast as he could before throwing his ride down into the garage doors path. "What'd you tell her!?" He asked with clawed hands, shoulders hunched.
Cliff snapped his cap back on. "What didn't I tell her?" Man... fucking Cliff.
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"Sorry about the mess, I wasn't expecting guests." Dalton swiveled his head up and down. What mess?
"It's no problem, Mrs..."
Sun filtered into the suburban home, an oddly 50's throwback aesthetic. From the furry purple shag carpet to the pastel yellow colored walls. The redhaired woman pressed both knees together, taking a graceful seating, before patting down both sides of her self, inviting them to join her. The boys took up the pointed positions; Cliff because he was eager and Dalton because he just didn't want to offend.
"Oh, just call me mom. Everyone else does!" Her glee and joy in saying that warmed Cliff's cynical heart. She was a real peach.
Dexter's mom sported a retro throwback squareish shaped bobcut, which she kept short at the front and back except for a mullet styled tail, or momllet. She also had kissy-curls framing her face, which directed attention to her big green eyes. With those gold ball stud earrings, everything about her read like the ultimate mom.
The hot pink couch was across from a plain brown wooden coffee table, a boxy woodgrain television atop a cabinet that looked like it had been there since before color was invented and a fireplace with a picture of the whole family above the mantel.
Cliff toothily grinned as he whistled. "Wheeeeew, we just don't want to be no trouble to ya, ma'am -- especially when you make the place so nice lookin' and all." Cliff, like usual, had sucked up all the attention, while Dalton was incredibly tense about the whole thing.
"Oh nonsense." She got up again, but not before slapping both their knees playfully. "You two just relax while I fix you boys a couple of drinks."
Dalton's nervousness got a little worse than before, and he of course turned to his friend expecting the same reaction, but Cliff was currently licking his teeth, his neck slack.
Dalton leaned in, about to whisper his fears across the wide berth of open space mom left, the kitchen only a couple of steps away with an always open doorway. He almost started, but she started humming. He waited a second, adjusting his tone for it. "We were supposed to play Tekken and finish off the last couple of classes after lunch."
"You're missing out on the bigger picture here, skipper. Do you even know what's happening?"
"I do -- and don't call me skipper." Dalton had fibbed that he knew what was happening, as he looked over his shoulder, no longer able to see her next to the fridge. "Okay, what's going on?"
Cliff double checked to make sure Dexter's mom wasn't around, before snapping his pants by the elastics. "She wants to fuck."
Dalton denied the idea immediately, his eyes glancing to the father in the portrait. "Don't be stupid."
Cliff threw out his hands. "Why would a woman mix up two drinks for two boys who aren't friends of her son?"
Dalton protested a little. "She's a good host. It still doesn't mean-"
Cliff's nearly invisible eyebrows hit the ceiling. "Would your mom do this?"
Dalton thought about it. He brought Cliff into the whisper conversation again, this time, a little less panicky. "Okay, I'm not saying that's what's going on, but if it is, what do we do?"
Cliff played it cool like usual. "Just sit back and follow my lead. When have I ever steered ya wrong?" Dalton was about to mention those times, but she had come back, a tray with three seethrough light liquids clinking with ice and lemon wedges forced into the rim. Cliff and Dalton both noticed she had the kind of ass that could have served the very drinks she gave them -- especially with the way she narrowed her back while carrying them like a waitress wanting a big tip.
Dalton sniffed the glass.
No trace of alcohol...
Was Cliff wrong about her intentions? It'd be nice if Cliff was wrong for once.
...
What was he saying? He better be fucking right.
"Mmm." Cliff could be a terrible actor -- even if the stuff was good. "That's some mighty fine lemonade, ma'am."
Dalton chimed in, feeling like he finally found an opening. "Yeah, great stuff."
"Ohhohoho, thank you boys. You wanna know the secret?" Mom leaned back. She was real sly about getting her gloved yellow hands on their thighs, as even Cliff himself thought nothing of the gesture. "Always... freshly... SQUEEZED." She dipped her head in and out between them both, her voice wavering with each boy depending on if she was closer or further.
"That husband of yours must be damn lucky, pardon my language." Cliff raised his eyebrows at Dalton, knowing exactly what he was doing, and Dalton finally got it.
Her lip churned a little. "Sure, and I'm lucky to have him."
"Now I'd never accuse a woman such as yourself of lying, but I feel like you're tellin' me a big ol' fib."
Dexter's mom swiped the top of the head rest above both boys seats. "Oh, you know. It's just that he's always working, and then when he's home, he's too tired to do anything else." She leaned in closer to Cliff's side, looking off somewhere distant; her lips looking particularly plush red, like she had just touched it up in the next room.
"When does the sumbitch come home? I'd like to meet him." Dalton almost choked on his drink when he swore so brazenly in front of her like that.
She didn't seem to mind at all. Dexter's mom stretched back in her seat. "Like I said, he won't be home for awhile..." Dalton then knew Cliff was right. The way she dragged out those words all hot and bothered sounding...
"Loud and clear, Missus." Cliff took the initiative, bringing his boner over the hem of his pants. He side-eyed the mother with an alluring boyish charm. Dalton, despite his reluctance, joined his friend, thumb down the front of his own.
She practically squealed seeing the two beating rods, her rubber gloves coming together in quick claps. *PAP PAP PAP* "Oooooo~! I knew you boys wouldn't let me down..." Her sing songy voice rang. The mother of two admired that their crotches were so smooth and clean looking in comparison to older men. There was a brief exchanging of glances between them. Even a part of Cliff didn't believe this was gonna happen, a cocked back eyebrow. Their drinks came down in a clattering clink, each of the boys ejecting the glass from their hands with an almost violent disregard, the juices inside like stormy oceans before subsiding. It was hard to be thirsty when you had a mature lady like her hungry for dick.
The rubber glove ran up both of their thighs, as she swung her head left and right. She sucked on her pearly whites with pure satisfaction. "Tch - did you boys get like this over little ol' me? I'm flattered." She commandeered both their joysticks like she had figured out two arcade machines. Her wrist was applied lightly to their boners at the exact same frequency like she were ambidextrous, her jerks small but making their heads disappeared beneath her formed fists. The rubber gloves added a shadow sensation that might have weirded them out if not for the fact she were staring right at them.
Mom then wondered about who should be first...
Swiveling her head between the both of them, it seemed like that Dalton boy was so shy. Maybe he needed a little extra tender lovin' care from her.
Lowering her face into Dalton's lap, she hesitated.
'You know there's still time, you could stop this and-'
"Mmmmrrrmph-" She practically roared through her mumbling lips firmly wrapped around his shaft.
Dalton's legs jumped, feeling ticklish, he half laughed through exasperation.
It wasn't long before she left him and turned to Cliff, giving him his moment in the sun before turning back to Dalton, and vice versa. Mom was great at managing both boys, attentive of both their needs, popping off one, then suckling in the other with a consistent verve. 'One hippopotamus, two hippopotamus' She counted down inside her head; her thoughts pure as she considered only the boys pleasure -- but their pleasure was her own, as her meaty thighs rubbed together hotter and hotter in her olive green, a swampy buildup of sweat.
With her lips vacuuming around his boyhood easily, the tip of his dick nearly tickling the back of her throat, Dalton came early. He squirmed, but those gloved hands held his hips in place which sent jolts of pleasure throughout his system as his thing felt absolutely tender rolling around the inside of her mouth. His backed up balls sent volley after volley into her throat, which she swatted down each sticky wad with her swirling tongue. Her forceful tongue flicked upwards, leaving a trail of saliva that connected with her mouth before breaking off as she dragged it back into her mouth. The size of her tongue almost made him seem like he had a pencil pole, which wasn't helped as he was deflating after cumming.
Dexter's Mom let Dalton's noodle fall from her lips with a pop, and without even thinking twice, switched sides, now puckering up for Cliff.
Dalton looked nearly comatose in his seat after being blown by Dexter's mom, while this wasn't Cliff's first time, it took nearly all his willpower to keep himself from going off early. With his penis having disappeared fully into her mouth, her long eyelashes fluttering, it was hard not to think she was the sexiest woman alive. "Oh yeah... you wanna be my cocksucking slut muh... mom?" Even his calm and collected self couldn't fully commit to calling her mom.
Dexter's Mom extracted him from her mouth for just a moment. She grinned wildly, her ruddy face beaming through the light touch of makeup on her dimples. Her crimson lipstick covered lips puckered, looking like a mini heart, that she then applied quick kisses to the underside of his dick. "Hohoh-" She playfully laughed like a school girl, her eyes closing for a moment. Then, she raised her eyebrows, her half lidded eyes revealing her sultry nature as she focused in on him. "I'll do ANYTHING... for you, Cliff." Her chipper attitude gave way to something more sensual and naughty, which made what she was doing all the more hotter to the boy.
"Oh, you're gonna make me cum." He groaned out to her while pumping into the air, her mouth catching him again.
Dexter's Mom slathered him to the balls, coming up for air as she jostled his tip against her large tongue. "Do it dear, I don't mind. It's the kinda mess I don't mind cleaning." She then wrapped her mouth around his cock again. Cliff lifted his shirt partially as he stood up, sneering with another groan, his eruption following. With closed eyes, Dexter's mom accepted the load. "ULP-ULP-MMGULP-"
Dalton came to. "Hey Cliff, I had this really weird dream that-" He froze up, remembering this wasn't a dream as he saw Dalton with his pelvis pressed up against the redheaded older woman's face, her nose buried in his pubic area.
Dropping from her mouth, Cliff fell backwards, wanting to say a one liner about her expertise, but even he needed to catch his breath. Dexter's Mom primped her hair, checking to see if anything was out of place. After dabbing the corners of her lips with her apron, she clasped her gloved hands together, pressing both beneath her resting head as she rocked it back and forth. "Now boys, if it wouldn't be too much trouble... could you... strip?" Her eyes looked like they were about to water with how much straining her face was doing at such a request.
The boys didn't need to be asked twice, now on their feet. Cliff lost his laid back edge, each boy moving in a flurry to get their clothes off. The mother smirked knowingly as she saw Dalton imprint his face into his shirt while trying to find the hole for his neck. It seemed like she still had it.
Their shirts and pants were strewn on her floor along with their ratty sneakers then being piled atop them, the formerly white knots tinged in brown dirt. The mom's attention was pulled briefly from the boys and to the shoes, which made her almost want to stop what they were doing so she could buy them each a new pair.
Almost.
A flash of worry hit both boys, like the joke was gonna be on them after being the ones to disrobe first.
Cliff held himself like a statue, trying to hide the fact that he wasn't an adonis after so many bowling alley arcade pizzas.
Dalton on the other hand held his arms in a cross, as if that was gonna help.
"I supposed you two have earned this." Dexter's mom folded her apron neat and tidy, which for her, was a big deal. She raised the back of one leg, letting the slip on green heel loosen and then slip from her foot. She did the same for the other. Undoing her jeggings, Dexter's Mom shimmied from side to side, and despite how tight the pants she wore were, her ass wiggled with every shake.
Though maybe they both had hoped for it, she wasn't wearing lingerie or a garter belt or anything seductive like that. She wore a pearly white no-frills bra with straps that ran over her shoulders. Peeling them down, she then reached behind her back; the slight bend forward causing her soft stomach to fold together. When she undid the clasp, the two mountain like points shot forward, exposing her swooped, cone shaped triangles; her nipples an incredibly bright shade of pink, almost translucent.
She then bent over, and both boys were sweating at the visual. She wore exceptionally large white cotton underwear to cover her ass -- or granny panties to be exact, but the unappealing underwear gave way to a very appealing untanned and pale behind, as the pale bikini shaped triangle lines stuck out like a sore thumb. She mooned them for a moment, her bum almost too bulbous for them to appreciate. She was stacked with venus proportions, but her large ass in contrast with her thin waist didn't seem so out of place when they were held up by her semi-engorged thighs.
Then she turned.
Cliff had understood older women were hairy, but was surprised at how well kept her garden was. There was a small tuft of fire-red hair above her slit, which was shaped like a coinslot, it's innie lips a darker shade of pink than her nipples. With her hands on her hips and despite her age, she still was confident about the appeal of her body, her yellow gloves standing stark against her peachy colored skin. Neither boy questioned why she didn't remove them. Maybe that would have been 'too naked' for her. She was almost built like a bell - a skinny top with a round everything down below. Her steps were dainty - even ballerinalike - but her rump jiggled with every stride, an odd mix of svelteness and weight. She curled her glove covered finger at them, trying to be as enticing as possible. "Come and get it bo-OH!" Maybe she was too enticing.
The down angle was awkward, as she had to stare at them over her bosom, and she could see both boys looking up to her in total awe. She was even surprised at how innocent Cliff now seemed, when she was sure he was nothing but a scoundrel. With the boys physically clamoring for every part of her, she felt like the center of attention, which she hadn't felt since high school when she would make the boys salivate.
Their hands felt sharp and slender as they sunk their fingers into her fleshy proportions, exploring her before finding their targets. The mother of two wanting to let herself fall under the spell of their wandering digits, her neck rolling slack at the idea of doing something so sinful in her own home, her eyes closing, refusing to acknowledge the picture of the happy family staring back. Cliff wasn't shy about her privates and how to get a woman going, lifting and spreading apart her pussylips.
For Dalton, it was the first time he had ever stood next to a naked woman -- the moment awkward because she was his mother's age. Cliff being there also didn't help.
Using his two middle fingers, he churned up her hot insides, while Dalton couldn't decide on which breast he preferred, pawing one and then the other. Though they weren't the biggest, they had a color and verve to them despite her old age, making him think of them as the kind of tits girls his age had. Cliff's pace was slow at first, and she was able to maintain her composure, but soon his knuckles began to dig, upturning into a grip that rapidly swam back and forth into her juicy pussy, finding no friction. Her knees trembled, and she leaned more into Dalton, who was currently fumbling around with her perky tits; pressing his thumb into her hard nipples, he folded them and flicked them.
It was a lurid display, their hands like tentacles over her body, with each of the boys attacking her knees with their erections, which excited her with how stiff they both still were. Pear shaped, she made both teenaged boys look underfed. She couldn't help but crack a half smile, the corner of her right lip raising, even with the idea of being caught by her husband or even her children adding another thrill, even if it also disgusted her as she imagined the consequences, but even with the multitude of scenarios playing out in her head, the one that mattered most was the here and now.
Whenever she closed her eyes, she imagined them almost preschool aged, as their neediness for her was so child-like...
Mom reminded herself that they WERE in fact children, even if they trended into the teens, and that this was very wrong. She shouldn't have taken it this far, that she needed to go up to her room & pray and-
"Which of you boys wants to screw me first?"
"Dibs!" Cliff announced.
Dalton went apoplectic, shoving the shoulder of Cliff. "That's no fair Cliff!" He protested. "I've never done it with a girl!" Before Cliff could respond verbally or physically, she seemed to get between them, a hand on each of their shoulders, keeping them at bay.
"Now boys, there's plenty of my holes to go around."
Dalton looked up, confused. "R-really?"
With a single finger, she bopped him on the nose, a sly look on her face. "Don't you worry -- let mom handle it..."
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Lounging at an angle in the couch with his knees parted, Cliff felt like he was the king of the castle, especially staring at bare nakedness of Dexter's Mom. Dexter's Mom held herself hunched and crouched, her feet cratering the nearby seat cushions. The position she held above him was awkward, her thick thighs causing her ankles to shake. Her top teeth sunk into her lower lip, squinting slightly as she held the base of Cliff's dick in her yellow gloved hand, trying her best to aim the boy. He reached up, and with his hands on her hips, Cliff helped guide her down. Her plump lips parted easily. Though her reaction made it seem like he didn't even have an effect on her, a shiver ran through her as all of his inches slipped in. Dexter's Mom's lower half buried the blonde boy completely, leaving only his knees and legs visible. Cliff wasn't her first or her biggest, but she still hoped he'd leave an impression on her -- that being a child.
Dalton was buzzing like a mosquito, trying to find any place for himself. "Okay Dalton, I'm ready." Sinking below the cleft of her ass, her yellow gloves propped up each cheek, presenting her heart shaped buttocks to the boy, but more than that, what was located between their valley. "Mmmph... this hole's especially for you, Dalton. I don't even let my husband near it." She wagged her large and sealed hole. The reason why she never let her husband anywhere near it was because she had considered it too dirty, but... now... she wouldn't let him touch it regardless, because... this was different... the boys needed her extra special hole... it was basically an emergency situation...
It seemed like when he had mapped out her ass in his mind, it was like more of it appeared out of nowhere. He had never seen a girl's butt so up close before and the few pornmags he saw never focused on this hole, but he kinda remembered them being smaller.
His thumb explored around. Pink swirled out with a tactile surface compared to how smooth and supple the rest of her body was. The color texture around the large orifice a darker red, almost like bruising. Smelling his thumb, there was a sweaty roughness, but he didn't mind, because it was attached to her, and anything attached to Mom couldn't have been bad.
His palms pressed into her gelatinous globes and gave her ass a forward stab, his inexperience clear as his pelvis nearly sent him flying into her and toppling their whole setup, but he needed more and more clearance as he went inch by inch into her. Cliff moved to catch her, but his arms strained under the pressure that was her monumental ass, and the heft of her ass cheeks required help from Dalton to spread her fully apart again. He struggled with his small hands to wield the fat flesh and his palms weren't even close to grasping the immenseness of her chunky ass.
Dalton rushed into her ass cheeks with a purpose, nearly bouncing off them, but like an arrow, he split her target as wide as he could get, his foreskin peeling back, a sense of accomplishment as he could now claim he lost his virginity, but that wasn't even his first or last thought - because all he wanted to do was rut Dexter's mom.
Planting his hands on her back, he humped her, his face becoming ugly for a moment as he repeated it again and again. She shuddered. "OOP" What started as a quiet squeak in response to his initial insertion, devolved into quicker and sharper inhales/exhales. "Hoo, hoo, hoo..." Gosh, he wasn't even that big and she was already experiencing discomfort -- but like any mama bear, she wasn't gonna throw in the towel just because it 'hurt'. How else would she have survived giving birth to a boy genius?
Dexter's mom reached for the back rest of the couch. Holding herself firmer than before as Dalton wailed on her behind, she ground down on Cliff's fully submerged prick. Cliff in response corralled her tits like they were control sticks, thumbing her eraser nubs. "Huht... oh... Cliff..."
He found himself lost in her, pursing his lips. "Ya like it, mom?"
She silently mouthed an 'oh yeah', her breath escaping. It might have been audible if not for the clattering of her butt.
Dalton's boner digging deeper into her backdoor got her all hot and flustered -- she even waved her gloved hand at her face. Even doing something that small went a long way in helping relieve the tension as she felt not only that hole suction tightly around Dalton's little weiner, but Cliff's unabated pumps upward into her snatch would catch her attention again, but then she'd be brought back to the strange sensation in her butt as Dalton found his groove -- both boys' had an out of sync rhythm with their hip thrusts, which caused two different pleasure centers in her brain to fire in different directions. Cliff was nothing but good feelings, but Dalton scratched an itch that long needed tending to, even if it was a bit painful. "OOOOH BOOOOYS!" Her voice was shrill, taken to it's heights. "F-" She bit her tongue, not wanting to swear in front of a pair of impressionable boys. If she weren't in the throes of passion, she would have gasped and chastised herself as she very nearly said it!
What started as slow undulation of her jiggly cheeks, was now a full on assault as her large cheeks clapped back at him, folding in and out with an hypnotic flair as they flopped around his dick before releasing him, his tip still like a pencil in the large ring. Watching them clench up and then release was almost as good as being inside the tightness.
""MOOOOM"" They both grimaced. Cliff stabbed north while Dalton pierced eastward. The impact of their combined effort had their cocks scrape against the thin membrane that separated them, a sensation she wasn't prepared for. A boiling hotness sprayed over her asshole, the throb of Dalton's penis smarting, which made her bite her teeth down, but then almost like the opposite end of the spectrum, Cliff's pulsing was like a relief as he shot into her pussy.
She threw her head up. "OH GOSH!" The mother of two experienced an intense orgasm her husband never could have given her in a million years. It was the first time she felt truly full, and it had her grinding down on Cliff and pushing back on Dalton, unable to decide on which she preferred.
All motion of the conjoined trio stopped eventually. Dalton pulled out, and he glazed her hams with a dollop of still leaking cream that he hadn't planted in her chute. Cliff eventually slipped out, folding like an accordion. She glistened in the sun from the buildup of sweat and her recently filled holes. Her pink pussy had a cummy sheen, a very slow drizzle eventually emerging with a peak of it's white head, while her anal ring rapidly kissed out loogies of cum, unable to retain his young sperm even if she wanted to. Her tiny toes twinkled, her bare and arched souls curving then flexing.
"Cliff, you were amazing." Mom's glove caressed his face, individual fingers dragging, before bringing him in for a kiss on the cheek. Dalton nodded, a forlorn quality in his expression, as if accepting that he'd never be like Cliff. Before he could feel worse about himself, it was like she knew - probably from the fact that she raised two kids if the photo of the family was anything to go by - Mom curled a finger underneath his chin, lifting it. "And I'm glad to see you came out of your shell, Dalton." She purred then planted a kiss with similar energy. The wet smooch had him giddy, blushing and sheepish, attempting to duck his chin into his chest and turtle away.
He cleared his throat. "Thank you."
"Hoh yeah. Dalton never lets me down." Dalton wished that was true -- and he sometimes wondered why they were friends.
But right now, Cliff was the best friend a guy could have.
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"Mmmmm." The ooey and gooey chocolate chip cookie broke apart in his mouth. He had to practically shove the entire thing in or else it would have melted all over his clothes.
"Eat up you two, you're both growing boys!"
Cliff looked like he had eaten one sweet too many. "We really should skedaddle, miss."
Dalton cast out the wrist with the digital watch. "Yeah, look at the time."
"Darn, you're right." With a sigh, she waved. "Well... goodbye boys..." She then kicked the air, her mouth clicking. "Tch-oh, come here!" She threw out her hands, her face wistful like she were a mom seeing off her sons on their first day of school.
Both boys rushed her, brazenly slapping her ass. They both gave her a kneading pinch of her dough-y behind as the stiff and nearly skin tight jegging prevented them from getting a full feel of her flabby cheeks.
When they finally let go, she wagged her finger. "Don't be a couple-a strangers now!"
"We won't be, Mrs... Mom." Dalton looked at Cliff and spoke in a hush. "How are we still not on a first name basis with her?" He asked while propping open the front door.
Cliff added on with his friend. "How are we not on a last name basis?"
They would have sniggered together, but then their jaws dropped.
Cop cars with their lights on were parked outside.
They were both gonna scramble on outta there, and if one of them was caught, that'd be on them -- but they weren't the ones in trouble.
Two black kids were being hauled out to two patrol cars. One was crying while the other was trying to seem tough about it.
"What happened?" Dalton asked with concern, though Cliff wished he didn't.
"Got a tip about some possible breaking and entering. Good thing too, caught them right in the act." Before they could make tracks and get out of there, the cop hit them with a question that froze Cliff and Dalton in place. "Shouldn't you two be in school?"
"Officer Pendleton!" A familiar voice from behind them. "They were just dropping off my son's homework. That's all."
"Oh. Well." He jabbed a thumb out towards the school. "Stay out of trouble."
Cliff flicked his middle finger and index finger toward the cop, his thumb halfway up, making it clear he understood in a half hearted fashion, while Dalton kept quiet, picking up his bike and resting back on it.
"Now what were we talkin' about before... oh yeah -- I think I could beat up Bruce Lee."
"Not this-NO you couldn't!"
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