1. Just Your Friendly Neighbourhood GILF


    Date: 11/6/2023, Categories: Mature Author: CarltonStJames, Source: LushStories 

    ... ostentatiously plump rear. She snapped a look at me, catching me in the act, and I bowed my head. “Alright, well, I better go and um… you know…”

“Well, since you’re not quite sure what you have to do,” Meredith said, “you can come along with me and help meunload some more of my stuff. I’ve been procrastinating forever.”

I looked at Mrs. Bertram, and she said, “Don’t look at me. That’s your decision to make, sweetie. I ain’t your granny.”

I nodded, and the ladies said their goodbyes before I left with the buxom senior citizen to help her unload. Interesting word choice because I still held frustration at not being able tounload before, but I tried to brush those negative vibes aside and focus on the task at hand.

When we arrived at her place, several boxes littered the ground – some closed, others with items sticking out, yet to find their resting place within her new home. She directed me to what needed to go where, and I helped her unpack and lay out articles where she wanted them.

While she loaded groceries into the kitchen cupboards, she bent over, and her dress rode up over her big, round bottom, exposing her wedged black panties between her dimply cheeks. I couldn’t help but stare as she sang, hummed and wiggled her fat buttocks. As if finally recognizant of my presence, she straightened slowly and muttered, “My apologies. How rude of me.”

“No need to apologise.” I waved her off, trying to play it cool.

She turned, rolled her dress down to its ...
    ... maximum and asked, “So, if you don’t mind me asking, what went down between you and Shalisa?”

Besides Mrs. Bertram, not even my close friends knew. The potential clowning wasn’t worth hindering my healing process, anyway. Loved those guys, but screw that. Meredith being a fresh addition to my life made me less anxious about sharing, so after giving my privacy disclaimer, I spilled.

“Sooo,” I said, “I sorta asked her out a few weeks ago and…”

Meredith leaned back onto the kitchen counter. Her big, squishy butt spread, giving her hips a wider appearance, and she leaned her upper torso forward, printing the rounded shape of her tits and pointed nipples into the fabric.

“Sorry, what was I saying?” I asked.

“You said you asked her out a few weeks ago.”

“Right. So, she turned me down.”

“Oh.” Meredith tilted her head and said, “Not to be harsh, love, but that’s part of the dating game.”

“She said, ‘Ew, not in a million fucking years,’.”

“My goodness.” Meredith held her chest.

“Yeah, and I told her grandmother not to tell my mother under any circumstances. Last thing I need is Mom getting up in her face.”

Meredith pushed off the counter, sauntered toward me and held my hand. “I can understand why you wouldn’t want your mother to know then. A mother’s love is indescribable. Trust me, I understand.”

I nodded.

“For what it’s worth, if I were forty-five years younger, I’d date you.”

“Really?”

“Oh yes.” She grabbed my other hand so that both fell ...
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