I crouched behind the hedge on the side of Gian's house, my cock twitching like crazy, sticky from yesterday's mess smeared across my stomach and thighs. The smell of the damp air mixed with the faint scent of grass and my own arousal, making my heart hammer faster than any stupid baseball game ever could.
Through the window, I saw her first. Mrs. Gouda. Chubby, cheerful, and absolutely enormous in all the right places. Her blouse strained over the roundest, heaviest tits I'd ever seen in both of my lives, bouncing lightly as she moved around the kitchen. My cock throbbed, aching violently.
She turned suddenly, spotting me through the window.
"Nobita? What are you doing here? Don't you have baseball practice today?" Her voice was sharp but warm, that chubby softness giving her an almost innocent look that made my dick jerk even harder.
The HUD flickered above her head.
Mrs. Gouda → [Masturbation: 67 | Intercourse: 101]
Holy fuck. One hundred and one? My cock jerked violently under the fabric of my shorts. Every single number, every last act, burned into my head.
I stepped closer, trying to act casual. "Uh… just, uh… lost my way?" I mumbled, voice rough, and my cock twitched again, precum already coating my fingers.
Her eyes narrowed, chest rising with every breath. "Lost? You've got a funny way of wandering, Nobita. Are you sure everything's okay?"
Everything wasn't okay. My cock throbbed painfully, sticky with yesterday's cum, my mind racing with filthy ideas. I imagined pressing myself against her, hands on those massive tits, my lips on her neck, the numbers ticking higher with every imagined thrust.
Then, out of the corner of my eye, I caught movement. Suneo. That little rat bastard was crouched behind the fence, sneaking around the side of the house. My jaw dropped.
He slipped into the laundry area and pulled out… panties. Not just that, he sniffed them, fingers tracing the wet spots left from someone else's sticky mess, and then—he started jerking off to them. My cock throbbed, twitching, leaking just watching the little creep.
He finished quickly, tossing one clean pair into his bag, and scampered off like a rat. But the rest of the laundry… sticky, glistening in the sunlight. Mrs. Gouda didn't realize what it really was. She frowned, muttering to herself about some mysterious stain on her regular clothes.
I blinked back the heat pooling between my legs.
"Nobita… you can wait here. I'm going to do laundry. Gian won't be home for a while, so make yourself comfortable," she said, giving me a soft smile, oblivious to the truth behind the mess.
She bent over the basket, shaking her head. "Why is there always a stain? Honestly, it's like they're trying to ruin my clothes." She glanced at me with a pointed look. "You better tell your mom that there's a pervert sneaking around, stealing ladies' underwear. One day, I'm going to catch him."
I nodded, heart hammering, fingers twitching in my shorts. Her warning only made my cock throb harder, sticky precum running down my thighs. I pressed my hand against it, imagining those massive tits and imagining her bouncing on my lap while the HUD numbers flickered over her head:
Mrs. Gouda → [Masturbation: 67 | Intercourse: 101]
I tried to speak. "Uh… Mrs. Gouda… can I… um… sit here?"
She laughed softly, heavy and warm. "Of course, Nobita. Just… try not to get yourself into trouble while I'm gone, okay?" Her smile was soft, maternal, but every word made me ache for her in ways I couldn't fully explain.
I leaned back against the wall, watching her move toward the laundry area, ignoring the sticky mess she thought was just a stain. The used condom still caught my attention near the entrance, making my cock twitch violently again, precum slicking my hands as I imagined using it, imagining her body pressed against me while Suneo's earlier antics ran through my head.
The HUD numbers pulsed again.
Mrs. Gouda → [Masturbation: 67 | Intercourse: 101]
The thought of all that, of her enormous tits bouncing with every filthy touch, of her body writhing under someone else, made my cock throb impossibly hard. Cum leaked down my thighs again, sticky and warm.
I pressed my face into my hands, groaning quietly, watching her move with that massive basket of laundry. My mind couldn't stop—Suneo jerking off to panties, sticky laundry, that condom… Mrs. Gouda's enormous breasts.
I was drowning in filth, in the HUD numbers, in the sticky reality of her body and the stolen panties. And I hadn't even touched her yet.
But that thought… that dark, filthy anticipation made me grin like a predator, cock throbbing and leaking, cum pooling on the ground around me.
Tomorrow… tomorrow, I'd find a way. Every number, every inch of her body, every sticky secret… mine.