Blissful Boy Owned Bitch: Day at the Theme Park! Chapter One

Susan was blessed with natural curves, a soft femininity that had ripened with age. And just a bit overweight, but it fit her frame perfectly. Plump in a way that screamed to be grabbed and groped. And it had been getting quite a bit of that recently.

She’d always been the shy conservative type. But not anymore! She stood in a crowd wearing an outfit she never imagined. For one it barely fits. Each piece of cloth is one, maybe two sizes too small. She’d been receiving a steady stream of glares from women, and nonstop shock and lust from men. Because the tight blue dress she wore was something more befitting a stripper. Not a curvy middle aged mother of three.

Pendulous breasts perpetually on the verge of popping free. The edges of her skirt constantly riding up on her thick thighs, forcing her to make painfully small and careful steps. Which were further agonized due to the towering pumps she was walking in. Her feet would be aching later.

She kept moving through the crowd, sweating more from anxiety than the heat. She hoped it wouldn’t ruin her makeup, the carefully applied lipstick, the more heavily placed mascara. Her hair, naturally red had been touched up with a bottle to make it more flamboyant. It was up in at bun, and large hoops dangled from her ears almost reaching her freckled shoulders.

“Oh, there you are! Oooh, you do fill that outfit out don’tcha!” Said a masculine voice from behind, making her go stiff. And then shudder as a young hand casually grabbed her round ass and gave it a squeeze. Not caring in the least if he forced her dress to ride up more and gave more than a few people a quick glance at the plump cheeks under and the glimpse of a thong before she pulled the hems down.

She sucked in a breath through her teeth. Her light blush exploding into a wildfire. She bit her lip for a moment, but forced herself to stop, conscious of the lifelong habit ruining her lipstick. She’d never really worn heavy makeup most of her life. Not till recently. “I-I’m here… and- and wearing what you picked.” Her voice was a bit higher pitched than normal, strung tight on her nerves. It took her a few seconds longer to meet his eyes. And looking at his face made the woman let out a breath she didn’t know she’d been holding. Like a cross between a whimper and a sigh of relief. The way he made her feel was hard to put into words. “Do… do you like it Charlie?”

He was less than half her age. Not quite old enough to drink, and could have any woman he wanted. But he’d always wanted her, since before he was old enough to want a woman he’d been obsessed with the curvy redhead. And when he finally confronted the woman, he’d not only made her his lover, he’d made her his toy. To play with, to dress and pose, and use at his pleasure. He was tall and strong, casually athletic, but often more interested in academics. His parents approved of his gdp and college prospects. They had no idea their son had put off a year of his education for the opportunity to spend his time with the redhead childhood crush.

Let alone that their weekly allowance had mostly gone towards buying her clothes and jewelry. Sex toys and dirty cosplay. Cheap makeup by the buckets, usually so he could take his time making it into a mess. I looked at the woman, his blue eyes running up and down her mature frame. He ran a hand through his blonde hair and nodded slowly. Taking notice of how her nipples were showing through the almost sheer top, he’d left a bra out of the outfit. He really loved the outpouring of pale freckled cleavage on display. That it seemed to shape a line up to her choker clad neck, and then to her face. A pretty woman who’d binged hours of makeup tutorials to please her young lover, and had a painfully hopeful look on her face.

“I fucking love it… You’re suuuuch a milf. UNG!” He made a small hip thrust with the wordless sound, and his handsome face was twisted in a perverted leer, a wide grin. He reached out a hand and pulled the woman close, pressing his mouth to hers. Their tongues meeting in a open and lustful kiss, not caring for the dozens of eyes on them. It got worse. His roamed shamelessly. One grapping and squeezing one heavy tit through her dress, and the other hooking around to maul her plump backside. He loved the way his fingers would sink into her fleshy ass.

The horny young man broke the kiss before he started to strip her, and just in time before a few people stepped up offended. There were children around, a couple having their eyes averted. “Come on Suzie, I wanna go on some rides!” He pulled her along towards a large roller coaster. She was pulled along on her heels, the wide steps to keep up yanking her dress up mercilessly, but she didn’t notice as much now. Her heart was hammering and the place between her legs, where she’d carefully shaved last night, was getting moist.

There was a part of the woman that was horribly ashamed. But she was living every dirty fantasy her midwest wife hind brain had ever had and then some. And she wanted more. She also realized that his kiss, Oh what a kiss… It had smeared her lipstick some! But no worries, she could reapply quickly in the line. It wouldn’t be long with Charlie always splurging his family’s money to buy passes to the front, but she didn’t need much time. And she’d gotten a lot of practice making herself look the way he wanted recently. She’d just never expected that what this boy wanted was a thick curvy mother who’d only ever been with one man. Well… not anymore.

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