We reached them casually. The moment that pathetic little worm saw me, his face turned ghostly pale. His eyes went wide like he'd just seen the devil himself. That look? Fucking hilarious. I must've left quite an impression on him from that day I beat his ass.
I kept my usual confident smirk as we stopped in front of them.
MILF M was trembling beside me, her thick thighs pressed tight together, no doubt still feeling the vibrator I'd shoved inside her earlier. But she played her part well.
I extended my hand toward the gorgeous woman standing next to the loser and flashed my most charming smile.
"Hi, I'm Mike. I'm a fitness coach," I said smoothly. Yeah, brothers, I know I've used the fitness coach line quite a few times now. It's getting repetitive. But you know what? I don't give a fuck. It works every single time. It's believable, it sounds respectable, and it gives me the perfect excuse to talk about bodies, touching, and "correct form." If it ain't broke, why fix it?
The woman, fuck, she was even better up close, shook my hand politely. Her hand was incredibly soft and warm. I held it a second longer than necessary, imagining how those delicate fingers would look wrapped around my thick cock, stroking me while she looked up at me with those innocent eyes. Her grip was gentle, almost shy. Perfect MILF material.
She introduced herself, but of course I'm not giving you degenerates her real name. Let's just call her MILF A.
MILF M handled the conversation beautifully, stepping in like the obedient slut she was becoming. She smiled warmly and started chatting with her friend, keeping things light and natural. I have to admit — this bitch is getting good at acting. She's learning fast. The more I break her, the more useful she becomes.
We decided to go eat at a nice restaurant inside the mall. MILF A seemed happy with the idea, and MILF M led the way, walking ahead with her, chatting casually like two normal housewife friends. I stayed back a bit, placing my hand firmly on the loser's shoulder as we walked behind them.
He tried to act brave, tensing up under my grip, but we both knew the truth. He's still just a weak little worm. My fingers dug into his shoulder a little harder than necessary, a silent reminder of who's really in control.
But honestly, brothers? My eyes weren't on him at all.
They were glued to MILF A's ass.
And what a fucking masterpiece it was.
That modest knee-length skirt did absolutely nothing to hide how incredible her lower body was. The fabric clung to her wide, child-bearing hips and stretched tight over the biggest, roundest, most fuckable ass I'd seen in a while.
Every step she took made those massive ass cheeks jiggle and bounce heavily under the skirt, the material outlining the perfect heart shape. It was thick, soft, and juicy — the kind of ass that ripples when you slap it, the kind that's built for grabbing with both hands while you pound her from behind.
The way it swayed side to side had me hypnotized. I could see the faint outline of her panties through the skirt when the light hit just right, and it made my cock twitch hard in my pants.
I wanted nothing more than to walk up behind her, yank that skirt up, and smack those fat cheeks red right there in the middle of the mall. I wanted to watch them jiggle and ripple, hear her gasp in shock while everyone stared. But I held back.
Patience.
Good things come to those who wait… and then ruin everything.
We got a nice corner booth at the restaurant. I made sure to sit directly across from MILF A so I could enjoy the full view. MILF M sat beside me, while the pathetic little worm sat next to her mother.
Perfect seating arrangement.
MILF A looked even better under the warm restaurant lighting. That light pink blouse was stretched deliciously tight across her massive tits, the buttons working overtime to contain those heavy, round mounds. Every time she leaned forward to speak, the fabric pulled tighter, giving me a perfect view and the faint outline of her bra.
The whole conversation was going perfectly. I had MILF A completely charmed — she was laughing softly at my jokes, blushing at every compliment, and leaning forward so her massive tits strained against that light pink blouse. She looked genuinely flattered by the attention.
At one point, she excused herself to go to the washroom.
As she stood up and walked away, my eyes dropped straight to her ass. Even in that modest knee-length skirt, it looked incredible — thick, round, and juicy, swaying heavily with every step. The fabric hugged her wide hips and full cheeks, jiggling softly as she moved.
I stared openly until she disappeared around the corner, my cock twitching at the sight.
The second she was gone, I turned my attention back to the table.
"Your mom's got a great body." I told the pathetic little worm sitting next to me. "How the fuck do you even resist living with an ass like that every day?"
He looked like he wanted to explode. "She's my mom. Don't think about anything. You won't be able to get near her."
I laughed. "Oh really? We'll see about that once she accepts my private training sessions."
I stretched my arms along the back of the booth and looked over at MILF M, who was already squirming in her seat.
"You know, she was exactly like your mom at first." I said, nodding toward MILF M. "All shy and proper. But now she's my personal stress reliever."
The loser looked shocked. MILF M stayed quiet, eyes down, already broken in nicely.
"Show it to him." I ordered coldly.
MILF M hesitated for a second, glancing nervously between me and the worm, then her hands disappeared under the table. She slowly lifted the hem of her tight black mini dress, bunching it up around her waist.
"Take a look under the table." I told him.
The loser leaned down. His face went pale.
I smirked at the loser's horrified expression. "See that? She can't even go out anymore without a vibrator stuffed in her cunt."
His face twisted in rage and disgust. Perfect.
I casually pulled the small black remote out of my pocket and pressed the button, cranking the vibrator straight to maximum.
MILF M jerked violently in her seat, a choked gasp escaping her lips. "Nngh—!"
Her thick thighs slammed together, body trembling hard as the powerful vibrations tore through her soaked pussy. She gripped the edge of the table desperately, knuckles white, massive tits heaving in that tight dress. Her face turned bright red, eyes glassy.
I kept the vibrator on full blast the entire time MILF A was in the washroom, watching her friend fall apart in public while smiling innocently.
When I finally saw MILF A returning, I turned it off.
MILF M slumped back in her seat, panting heavily, face flushed crimson, thighs still trembling. She looked completely fucked out.
His mother sat back down, completely clueless. "What happened? Are you alright, Marie? You look a bit red."
"N-nothing!" MILF M forced a weak smile. "I think we should head home now…"
As we were leaving, I smoothly asked MILF A for her number.
She handed me her phone without hesitation, smiling warmly. I saved my contact with a little heart emoji and handed it back.
To be continued...
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