Have you ever wondered what your life would have been like if you never ate an oreo? Or maybe drank alcohol, or had cocaine?
Something so destructive that it's impossible to resist once you've tasted its pleasure. People develop addictions to these things all the time. But what if they were never exposed to it to begin with?
You can't crave something if you don't know it exists. Desire lends itself to more desire.
I thought my thirst would be quenched since I finally got some action from V.
In reality, it only made me crave her even more.
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The entire week after the events unfolded the way they did with my mother in law to be I could not take my mind off it.
That was 100 percent without a doubt one of the best nights of my life. I finally got to experience a grown woman, V, and it was better than anything I could've imagined.
Sex with my girlfriend Vanessa ever since then had felt drab, and colorless. I hardly even craved it anymore but I had to satisfy her when I slept over.
The next saturday night I slept over. I got behind Vanessa and imagined it was her mother lying infront of me instead. When I looked down I was disappointed by the lack of extra cushion. Her mom had enough ass to share, and still have a ridiculous sized rear.
V was a smoking hot, bbw latina milf, something I fantasized about unlike my barely chubby girlfriend.
I went soft while in Vanessa so I decided to pull out and give her some head to finish her off.
She came in a matter of minutes, and rolled over immediately knocking out.
I cuddled her in bed, imaging I had my arms wrapped around her mom's luscious body, with all it's creases and folds, and that glorious soft large ass.
I got hard just thinking about V's fat booty clapping in front of me, and how good it felt to be inside of her warm box.
I tossed and turned all night thinking about it. I know it's so unhealthy to be thinking about that, and I feel bad admitting it.
I thought to myself, 'Maybe I just have to cut it off. Out of sight, out of mind kind of thing.'
If something became unavailable to me, I'd learn to live without it, or so I thought.
So I decided to go downstairs and tell her what I was thinking: We could never do what we did last week, ever again.
It was bad enough that I cheated on Vanessa, but doing it with her mom made it at least twice as wrong.
Even if my girlfriend didn't have that perfect pear body that her mom had, I had to learn to let go in order to move on. After hours of lying in bed, I decided to go confront her mom right then.
I passed the clock in the kitchen, it read 2 a.m.. For a brief second I thought maybe now was not a good time to do this.
To be alone in her room again with everyone in the house asleep. I was almost setting myself up for failure.
I walked to V's door still.
I raised my fist to knock, I knew I shouldn't have, but I did anyway.
Three tiny knocks.
I heard her heels thud on the wooden floor as she got closer to the door. My heart beat faster between each of her steps.
My stomach twisted as she turned the doorknob.
The weed smoke was so thick it pinched my eyes and almost made me cough.
Her underarm jiggled above her head as she leaned on the doorframe and craned out. Her other hand holding the large towel across her chest.
She then looked at me and motioned for me to come in, a blunt pinched between her lips.
I shut the door behind me, locked it too for some reason.
"You wanna hit?'' she asked.
"Sure,'' I replied as she handed it to me.
She went back to sit in front of her dresser, hauling her heavy ass behind her.
Those wide hips swayed snatching the towel in different directions. The outline of her perfect giant ass hidden behind just one layer of clothing.
The towel barely covered her full frame, each step she took exposed a crease that outlined the bottom of her ass cheeks.
I wanted to snap pictures right there. If I ever needed to show someone a Kristen Hill (my favorite bbw pornstar) dopplegänger, this would be my evidence.
She plopped back down in her seat, and turned toward the mirror, hiding those chubby thighs.
I couldn't believe I was ogling her this badly, I was sick of myself. I seriously needed to seek help.
For some reason she was getting all done up at 2 in the morning, makeup and all.
"What're you getting ready for?'' I snooped.
"Nothin', just thought I'd do my eyebrows like I did when I was a teenager again," she continued outlining with a dark black pencil
"You look ghetto," I snickered.
"You just never seen a fine ass shorty like me," she clapped back with that latina attitude.
It was quiet for a minute. I could hear the makeup pencil brush across her face.
I knew this was going to be a tough conversation but I had to power through it if I wanted any chance at going back to normal.
I tried to get it off my chest, "V I'm sorry--"
She cut me off, "Look... if you came down here to apologize, I don't wanna hear it. I know what we did was fucked up...and we should never do that shit again...."
"Exactly!" I felt so relieved that she felt the same way.
"To be honest I don't even know why the fuck we even did that in the first place, I mean fuckkk you're my daughter's boyfriend!" she whined in a high pitch.
"Don't blame yourself, it's not all your fault. I shouldn't have said yes in the first place. I know it was wrong but I was thinking with my dick."
"I should've known better, fuck now I feel like I just messed up Vane's whole future with you," her voice quivered as a tear rolled down her face messying the excessively thick and dark eyelashes she had.
She continued, "I just feel like such a terrible mom," more tears came.
I sat next to her, on that same seat as last time, and tried to comfort her.
"V, no, it's not like that,'' my arm wrapped across her shoulders.
We sat there for a minute as she continued to cry, not rubbing her eyes for fear of messing up her long eyelashes. I felt horrible, I fucked up big time and knew things would never be the same.
V and I only acted out of pure horniness. Like two animals in heat, we knew better but our emotions were too high! In the heat of the moment logic took a backseat and we acted on our stupid animal desires.
I tried to ease her mind, "I promise V, whatever we did, Vane will never hear about it. I'm taking this to the grave with me. I know if Vane ever found out, it would crush her, and I can't do that to her.''
She turned and looked at me to read my face. I think she wanted to see if I was telling the truth.
She took the blunt back and took a long drag.
Finally, she opened up, "When I was Vane's age, I had a boyfriend that cheated on me with my best friend.''
"Damn how did you ever find out?'' I asked.
"I was getting ready to meet up with him and my curling iron broke. So I ran to corner store near my house. And I saw him and her holding hands all lovely dovey and shit,'' she sounded so flustered, like she remember what it felt like as if it had happened yesterday.
"Did you confront him?'' I was curious.
"I smacked the fuck outta him and fucked up that bitch he was with," she said punching the palm of her hand with the other.
"They had to drag me outta the store after I beat her ass,'' her voice filled with fondness of that part of the memory.
I chuckled at the idea of chola with half her hair done pulling on another girl's hair in the middle of the bread aisle.
"You both must've looked all ratchet fighting in the middle of the store like that!'' I said.
"No me importaba, shit. Fuck that raggedy ass bitch! I would've fucken killed her if they hadn't pulled me off of her," she said, eyebrows furrowed.
"I thought you were more of a lover than a fighter," I was referring to the laundry list of ex-boyfriends she had.
"Oh I showed him that I'm a lover alright," she fumed.
"I finished my makeup after that and went out that night! I saw his best friend that in the club and fucked him as payback!
"I still have a picture lemme show you real quick," she said with excitement as her nails clacked on her glass screen.
She finally pulled the picture up and held it up to me, a huge smile spanned across her face as she presented it to me, "Look, don't I look badass?''
Her hair was completely curled, small locks flowing below the black and white bandana half covering a makeup heavy face.
"Oh my god you look just like you did in this picture," I said half referring to her makeup, and half trying to earn some good boy points.
"Stop, I was a lot younger here. And I weighed like 100 pounds less!" she said, punching me on the shoulder.
"Well I think it looks good on you," I smiled.
She turned away, maybe to hide her blushing, maybe because she thought I was bullshitting.
We were quiet for a minute, staring at the photo of an old polaroid, as I thought of what to say.
"It looks really good on you. Especially from the back," I teased her.
"Boy shut up, pinche pendejo," she giggled while slapping my head, careful not to hit me too hard.
Those hits from the blunt made my head start to feel airey, and light. I kept falling into inward thought spirals, only to yank myself out of them realizing I was in my girlfriend's mom's room again after what had happened.
We were sitting on the same chair where she had laid her giant ass on me last time.
I hadn't even realized but V was resting on my shoulder. Her head leaned in. Her hair smelled like cheap fruity dollar store conditioner.
She broke the silence and asked,
"Can I kill this?" she nodded toward the tiny bit of blunt left pinched between her long cheap nails.
"Yeah, go for it, thank you," I managed to get out. My hand tapped her knee in reassurance. It was meaty and soft, just like her thigh.
Actually her thigh was even thicker and softer. I noticed because I was now staring at my hand on her thigh. My focus snapped to it like a dog eyeing a squirrel.
I decided to trace it with my finger. I could feel the warmth of her thigh and my finger joining, exchanging heat. Heat is just the speed of atoms bouncing off one another. That's why when people are fucking, all that commotion heats things up causing them to sweat.
My high thoughts were taking me for a ride.
I looked back at V's thigh, I think she noticed me staring.
I giggled thinking about how I had turned on my girlfriend Vanessa by rubbing her thighs all the time and maybe her mom had the same triggers.
"What're you laughin' at chuckles?" she prodded me.
"Nothing!" I blurted out, looking for an excuse.
"No manches, whatrya hidin' fool?" she said, unhappy with the response.
