Chapter 4: Mom visits her neighbor

On the way to school, Ed asked Perry, “So where are you from, originally?”

Long way from here, Ed ... not even sure you’d have a proper frame of reference.

“How am I hearing you in my head?”

I told you before, dude, we are one. If you work at it, you won’t even have to vocalize for me to ‘hear’ you.

“Really? Cool.” He continued walking. “Hey, Perry?”

There was no response. “Perry?”

“Knock knock!” Eve Doughtry called out, looking in through her neighbor Darla’s screen door. Her friend’s pretty face poked out from the kitchen.

“Eve! C’mon in!”

She did so, and rounded the corner to find Darla’s wide ass pointing right at her as the woman pushed a tray of muffins into the oven. Eve suddenly had a strong urge to flip the woman’s skirt up and...

She shook her head. And what? Where had that come from? she wondered.

Darla stood up and turned around, a vision of brunette beauty, 5’3” and voluptuous. “Lemonade?” she asked.

Eve nodded, and they sat at the kitchen table to chat. After shooting the shit about the usual subjects, Eve asked her, “So how’s the sex life?”

Darla spluttered around a mouthful of lemonade. “Cripes, Eve, that’s forward, even for you. Umm ... I guess things could be better. We’d been trying for a baby, but no luck. We’re kinda losing hope, so there hasn’t been much action lately. Oh, why am I telling you all this?” She took in her friend Eve, looking as gorgeous as ever, especially with those huge boobs that had only grown larger after having a child. She sighed, jealous.

Eve’s eyes bored into hers. “Well, we were a lot closer at one point.”

Darla blushed. “That was when we were younger. We’re both married now.”

“Hm.”

Beeeep!

“Oh, my muffins...” Darla got up and headed back to the oven.

Eve got to her feet as well, unzipped her slacks, and pulled down her panties as she came up behind her friend. After Darla placed the hot muffin tin on the stove top and closed the oven door, Eve grabbed her from behind, one hand moving to Darla’s breast while the other went under her skirt.

“Eek! Eve, what are you ... ohh...”

Eve’s hand slipped into Darla’s panties and expertly manipulated her clit. “Lean forward,” Eve instructed her, and she did.

As she had imagined when she first walked in, Eve flipped Darla’s skirt up onto her back and moved her hips forward, nudging aside the woman’s panties and slotting the head of her new 3” blue cock between her friend’s vaginal lips.