This choice: It's your mom's old college roommate Denise • Go Back...Chapter #4Denise, Your Crush by: chaos   “Hey Janice, how you doing?” Denise asks as the door opens and she sees her old college roommate and long time friend. Denise was a thirty-eight year old African American divorcee that stopped by from time to time to chat with your mom and share a bottle of wine. She had short dark hair that stopped at the nape of her neck and a round, soft face that didn’t show much of her age. While not fat, Denise wasn’t exactly the picture of anorexia. She had a little bit of a bulging midsection and very wide hips with a huge set of breasts to match. Her butt seemed to collect the most amount of fat on her body and you should know, you look at it all the time.
“How you doing little man?” She greeted with a smile as she took you out of your mom’s hands. You smiled back dreamily, your bad mood forgotten at the sight of your first and current crush. You had always found Denise to be incredibly beautiful, even though she was a little portly. Maybe it was her carefree attitude, exotic beauty or massive rear end that she loved to sway around as she walked. You adored the giant black woman, never able to think strait or control yourself around her. She was the only person you wouldn’t mind sitting on you, it would be worth it just to get close to her.
She’s talking to your mom about something, but you’re not listening to the conversation as you look up and down the giant woman that’ll be taking care of you. She’s wearing a white t-shirt that exposed the top of her massive breasts. She had bigger tits then your very endowed mom, you didn’t know the size, but you dreamed it was E-cup. You can stare directly down into her cleavage. If you jumped you could dive right between them. You blush at that thought, you have a crush on her, but you weren’t going to be a pervert around her.
That’s when you hear the door closing, you were so zoned out you never noticed your family leaving. Denise looks down at you with a small smile and you wonder if she was aware of why you were off in another world. She doesn’t say anything about it, instead focusing on the next few days ahead. “I got some great plans for us. I brought all these old movies you’ll love to watch and I’m going to make you my world famous hamburgers. I hope you don’t mind that I’ll be sleeping in your mom’s room while I’m here. If you need anything feel free to come see me right away, but just knock, I don’t want you coming in when I’m changing.”
You nod quickly and blush; it would be such a shame if you saw Denise naked. The giant older woman stopped and yawned, letting you peer into her wide open mouth. Even her mouth looks sexy. Usually your afraid of mouths and you often end up in them, being tossed around and swallowed, but staring into Denise’s pink, glistening maw didn’t frighten you at all. She’s the only woman in the world you’d let eat you and enjoy the journey through her every second.
“Damn, I’m more tired then I thought. Do you mind if I take a nap, before we plan out the next couple days.” Once more you nod quickly and Denise smiles and puts you down on the coffee table before turning towards the couch. You take a sharp intake of breath when you see she’s wearing those low-rise jeans you see in your dreams when you think about her. They hugged her massive swinging hips tightly, moulded onto her big, plump booty like a second skin. You nearly start hyperventilating when you see that she isn’t wearing any panties. You know she isn’t going commando for you, but a boy can dream.
Denise stretches as she’s about to lie down on the couch, her butt lifting up before coming back down to jiggle softly. Her shirt lifts up a few inches, exposing her midsection. Her love handles are flowing over the sides of her jeans, a sign of her weight that doesn’t deter your lust for the older woman. Denise laid down on the couch and within minutes fell asleep. She must have been really tired, not that you're complaining as now you get to look at her freely. Sitting down, you stare at the sleeping giantess, wondering if you’ll ever feel this way about a girl that wasn’t as old as your mom. As the minutes pass, you see her roll over onto her stomach, obscuring most of your view. You could get a better look from on top of the couch above her, but do you really want to get that close to Denise as she’s sleeping?
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