"Oh, Mr. Roberts! And you got a bunch of bananas. How healthy. What about you, Mr. Roberts? Do you have a healthy banana?"
Hunter: Your dad has started laughing at my bad jokes. It's kinda cute. And today he's totally fighting with himself to not stare at my huge tits. I guess now that I've gone from Kevin to Kasia that's part of the deal. I'm so glad I bumped into him at the grocery and he invited me back to hang out. Althought I did show up right when he usually does his grocery shopping. . . and we HAVE been hanging out a lot lately. . .
He's been pretty lonely. I guess I've been pretty lonely, too.
We discussed this after our dinner. He had a function for work and he asked me to attend. I was there for him. Don't worry. I left early. I'm not easy. Not yet, at least. I want to keep him interested.
I get loneliness.
It was hard watching all the guys go off to college last fall and to find myself left behind in our small town. Especially you. You were my best friend, Hunter, and we were going to room together at Harvard.
My parents started acting weird after my change— especially my father. I think it was because I looked so much like mom — but better. Honestly, my mother never had a chance against me — Early Onset MILF treats a body a little better than simple aging.
When my tits pushed into being — swelling into these massive mature melons I now haul around — it was the result of genetic chance. My mom's grew over time, fluctuations in weight and kids. It's strange to think I still maintain the fertility of a 19 year old female, when the woman who stares back at me in the mirror looks like her prime. It took me some time to really appreciate what a body like this has to offer. All of my girlfriends were skinny and blonde. But now I can honestly say: I get the sexy MILF thing.
I caught my father checking me out while I was doing the dishes. I think he was suprised to see me so done up. Did he think I wouldn't get a pedicure and some new clothes? He was totally looking at my ass in my new leggings. To be honest, it made me a little wet to be regarded that way by a man. I started to realize I really was getting comfortable with my new form.
"High heels, huh?"
He noticed!!!
"Yes, daddy. Do you like them?"
I really get the sexy MILF thing. I love walking on high heels. It feels so natural to me now, plus they make my legs and ass look great. I made sure the nail lady painted my toenails to match them. It felt so good having my toes spread by the little foam separaters they used. When I got home, I spread my legs in my bed and took myself to orgasm, basking in it. Can you picture it? The MILF in my bed. And that MILF is me.
With my friends gone to pursue higher education, all that was left were the people I didn't like from high school — but you know me. I don't want to be stuck in this country life. So I decided to double down into becoming the most classy woman I could, given our limited background. What were my other options?
I decided I would give it a year. I would dive into a character: the best woman I could think of. Obviously, I chose your mom, as I always had a crush on her, god rest her soul. I'm still upset about her snowboarding accident. But as a woman, I can't think of anyone classier, and she was a bigger girl like me who landed the richest man in town, traveled the world, and always looked so glamourous.
I started somewhere simple. I bet she shaved, didn't she?
I know you likely wouldn't know. But your dad would. He knew he had an amazing woman. You could see it in his eyes. Only now am I beginning to appreciate that. And a smoothly shaved pussy under my panties.
You don't realize it when you're a guy, but bathtime is a haven for exploration of one's body.
I wonder if your mom liked bathtime.
Do you think your father interrupted her sometimes?
Maybe that's a silly question. But I'm starting to think it would be romantic.
Maybe he fucked her on the edge of the tub?
God, I'm tight for a MILF. This body is taking over. Three weeks ago I would've been taken aback by it. Now I love it too much.
Hunter. . . I'm starting to wonder what one feels like slipping in. Having my huge tits in someone's grip. Being pummeled by a thick cock.
If your dad he only knew how long I took to get ready to see him today.
I hope it was worth it.
"Hey, Kasia."
"Yes, Mr. Roberts."
"I have a business trip to the Bahama's next week. Would you want to come? We could duck out early and find a beach. Hang out. Relax. I know a good hotel."
BINGO.
"Wow! Yes, Mr. Roberts! I want to go with you."
"Kasia, just call me John."
Hunter. While you're off at school, I'm going to the Bahama's with your dad. Who needs college?
"Do you have a bathing suit?"
"Uh, yes."
"Good."
I'm totally going to need to buy a bikini.
TO BE CONTINUED. . .