Debbie had just gotten back after a long day out, her voluptuous body bare as she lounged on the couch, fresh from a shower. Her massive tits sagged slightly, her nipples hard from the cool air, and her thick thighs spread wide, showing off her hairy pussy. A bottle of red wine sat open on the coffee table, and she sipped from a glass, the other hand holding her phone to her ear as she called me. Her voice was slurry, her mind wandering to the security footage she'd glimpsed last night—something that made her pussy tingle despite herself.
My cock was buried deep in Chelsea's tight, wet pussy, her chubby thighs wrapped around me as I fucked her against the alley wall. My phone buzzed relentlessly, and I groaned, seeing "Mama" on the screen. "Fuck," I muttered, but answered anyway, trying to keep my voice steady. "Hey, Mother," I said, my hips still thrusting slowly into Chelsea's dripping cunt.
"Hey, sweetie," Debbie's voice came through, calm but with an edge that made my skin crawl. "Where are you?"
"I, uh, went out with some friends," I lied, trying to keep my breathing steady as Chelsea's pussy clenched around me like a fucking vice.
Debbie's tone turned sharp, almost mocking. "You don't have friends, Rick." Chelsea overheard and let out a loud giggle, her massive tits bouncing under her hiked-up dress as she covered her mouth. Then, with a devilish glint in her eyes, she slid off my cock, dropped to her knees on the filthy alley floor, and yanked me off the condom. Before I could stop her, her lips wrapped around my dick, sucking hard like a goddamn vacuum. "Mmmh… slurp… ahhn!" she moaned, her tongue swirling around the tip, lapping up my precum as her chubby hands massaged my balls, squeezing them just enough to make me wince.
Mom's voice cut through. "When you get home, we need to talk about… things." I knew exactly what she meant—last night, my cum on her face, her catching me naked. My heart pounded, but Chelsea's mouth was relentless, her lips sliding down my shaft, deep-throating me with violent, wet sucks. "W-What things?" I managed, my voice breaking as I tried not to moan. "Mmmh… glup… ahhn!" Chelsea groaned, her tongue flicking my balls, her glasses sliding down her nose. Mom noticed the strain in my voice. "You okay, Rick? You sound off."
"Y-Yeah, just… sore throat," I lied, gripping the wall as Chelsea sucked harder, her moans vibrating my cock: "Mmmh… ahhn!" Mom paused, then said, "Alright. I'm checking the house cameras to confirm what I saw last night. If it's true, we're talking, and don't you dare run, or I'll tell your father." Panic surged through me, but Chelsea's mouth was too much—I was about to cum. "O-Okay, Mom," I choked out, hanging up as my balls tightened.
Debbie tossed her phone onto the couch, her naked tits jiggling as she leaned back, sipping her wine. If that's really Adam's son, he's got a huge fucking cock, she thought again, her pussy wet at the memory of my dick swinging in the hallway. She shook her head, trying to focus, but her fingers drifted to her clit, rubbing slowly as she pictured it.
Back in the Alley, I shoved my phone in my pocket, rage and lust mixing in my chest. Chelsea was still on her knees, licking cum off her lips, her massive tits heaving. "You fucking bitch," I growled, grabbing her ponytail and yanking her up. "This is your punishment for fucking with me during that call!" I spun her around, bending her over against the wall, her fat, wrinkled, cellulite-ridden ass sticking out, her hairy pussy dripping under the sunset's glow. Her white dress was bunched around her waist, her chubby thighs trembling. I grabbed my cock, still hard despite the cumshot, and slammed it back into her tight cunt, the condom long gone. "Fuck!" I grunted, her pussy sucking me in, wet and hot.
"AHHN… YES, PUNISH ME!" Chelsea screamed, her voice thick with masochistic glee, her eyes rolling back, heart-shaped with lust. "Mmmh… ahhn… I love your big cock punishing my fat pussy!" she moaned, her massive tits slapping against the brick wall as I pounded her from behind. Her ass jiggled with every thrust, the cellulite rippling like waves, her chubby body a perfect BBW fantasy. None of my BBC vibrators ever hit this deep, she thought, her pussy clenching as my cock stretched her wider than any toy. This boy's dick is so much fucking bigger, holy shit!
"You like this, you fat slut?" I snarled, spanking her wrinkled ass hard, leaving red handprints. "This is what you get for blackmailing me!"
"OHHH… YES, I LOVE IT!" she cried, pushing her ass back against me, her juices squirting down her thighs. "Mmmh… ahhn… spank my fat, ugly ass harder, you stud! Make me your bitch!" Her moans were deafening, her pussy so tight it felt like it was milking my soul. I grabbed her huge tits, squeezing them roughly, her nipples hard as rocks under my fingers. "Look at these fat fucking udders," I growled, pinching her nipples until she squealed: "AHHN… FUCK MY TITS, RICK!"
I fucked her harder, the slap-slap-slap of my balls against her ass echoing in the alley. "You're such a nasty, chubby whore," I spat, my cock throbbing as her cunt spasmed. "You love this big dick tearing up your fat pussy, don't you?"
"Mmmh... ahhn.... YES, I'M YOUR FAT FUCK!" she screamed, her glasses fogged up and her ponytail bouncing. "Fuck my fat cunt like a dog, you fucker! Fill me with your cum!" Her masochistic teasing drove me wild and I penetrated her deeper, her cellulite ass quivering like jelly. This is better than any vibrator, she thought, her pussy dripping. His cock is ruining me, and I love it!
I couldn't hold back anymore. "Take it, you fat bitch!" I roared, my balls tightening as I came hard, pumping thick ropes of cum deep into her pussy. "OHHH… FUCK, YES!" Chelsea screamed, her cunt clenching around me, milking every drop as her own orgasm hit, her juices mixing with my semen. I kept thrusting, emptying my balls completely, her chubby body trembling against the wall. Finally, I pulled out with a wet pop, and a flood of cum poured from her hairy pussy, dripping down her thick thighs and pooling on the alley floor. "Mmmh… ahhn… so much cum," she moaned, her fingers scooping some up and licking it off with a grin, her heart-shaped eyes glinting.
I stumbled back, panting, my cock slick with her juices and my cum. Chelsea straightened up, her massive tits bouncing as she pulled her dress back over her chubby frame, her wrinkled ass still red from my slaps. "That was a good punishment, boy," she purred, adjusting her glasses. "But don't forget—you're still mine."
I was too drained to argue, my mind reeling from the fuck and my mom's call. The guilt hit hard—fucking Chelsea while Mom suspected something, knowing she'd seen me naked last night. I grabbed my phone, my hands shaking, and followed Chelsea out of the alley, her fat ass swaying like a taunt.