Your father had warned you that ol’ Betsy here was on the ‘thick’ side, clumsy, and a couple standard deviations short of the mean in terms of IQ. However, no preparations you could’ve made would’ve properly prepared you for what was about to walk through that door.
She was huge! Probably a good foot or two taller than you, for one, but in terms of proportions, she was similarly absurd. Her breasts were each bigger than your head, and her hips were wider than your shoulders. Her hair was partially black, and partially right, and she had a thick layer of black lipstick smeared all over her big, full lips. In fact, she was wearing so many makeup, you could hardly see her actual face through it. To be quite honest… you were a little ‘excited’ just looking at the way her curvaceous body just barely squeezed into her dress. Now, you understood why dad married her.
She batted her eyelashes and smacked her lips as she leaned over, until she was about eye-level with you. When she spoke, she spoke with a noticeable southern drawl, though her overall tone could simply be described as ‘absent-minded’. ”Jerry? Oh, honeybun, thank goodness yer home! I missed ya!” You were about to say something… but you tensed up, your heart leaping in your chest, when she pressed those lips against yours and gave you a big, sloppy smooch!
”What? Hey! No!” You immediately recoiled, breaking the kiss, even though her smooch immediately made you pants feel tighter all of a sudden. The cow woman reared back, looking a little surprised, as you compose yourself. ”Im not Jerry. Im his son.”
She pressed a hand to her lips as she let out a little giggle. ”Oh! Hehe! Sorry! It’s hard to tell you bunnies apart, sometimes! Yer all jus’ as adorable!” She said, her eyes shining as she looked down at you, like you were some kind of puppy dog. ”I wonder if you’re jus’ as cuddly as my honeybun, too?” Suddenly, her immense arms were wrapped around you… and you were suddenly lifted off the ground, pressed up against her curvaceous body! She let out a delighted coo as she squeezed you, feeling your smaller, fluffy body. “Oh! Ya are! Oooh, yer like a lil teddybear! I could jus’ hug ya an’ squeeze ya an’...”
A blush consumed your face as she wrapped you in her tight bearhug! Your face was being mashed up inbetween her massive, pillowy tits, which only caused your ‘excitement’ to grow even more severe. You were feeling a tent forming in the front of your pants, and while she didn’t notice it yet, if this hug continued, things could get… awkward. Luckily, you were a clever enough lad, so you quickly came up with an idea. ”Hey, Betsy. Tell me - what’s five times seven?”
Her eyes widened, as the gears in her head started slowly turning. “Oh! Uhhhh… well... let’s see here…” She drops you to the floor so she can start counting on her fingers, her face scrunched up in confusion and concentration. That should keep her occupied for a while! You decide to use this opportunity to beat a hasty retreat.
***
There was an absurd amount of bedrooms in this house, but eventually, you deduced the one you were probably supposed to be staying in. Now, it was time to get down to business. Only a single thing really lured you to this house… the money! Your dad said you could buy whatever you wanted while you were here, and you were planning on taking full advantage of that. You plopped down on your bed with an excited smirk as you started scrolling through all the stuff you wanted to buy. Clothes, games, all sorts of assorted luxuries your mother, try as she might, just couldn’t afford...
… but, for some reason, you just couldn’t focus. Your mind always came back to… that cow woman. You were shifting in bed a little, uncomfortable, noticing that your hard-on didn’t seem to be going away. You were at that age where sex was never far from your mind, and Betsy’s kiss had gotten you all hot and bothered. You wanted to pretend that you were only interested in intelligent, independent women, but… you can’t lie to yourself. Betsy, as dull as she was, was a total bombshell.
Damn it! Those damn fantasies were running through your mind again. You couldn’t help but imagine plunging your dick inbetween those luscious lips… or inbetween those pillowy tits. With a sigh, you glance around, before hesitantly tugging down your shorts to reveal your rigid, vividly pink dick, just begging for attention. You let out a little groan as you wrapped a hand around it and started gently stroking, just remembering what it felt like when your head was pressed up inbetween the cow’s tits. Before long, you were quietly grunting and gasping, your hand traveling with ease up and down your slick cock.
Just as you felt your climax draw near… you heard a voice in the hall! “Oh Bunny! Bunnny!” Your heart leaps in your chest, hearing the cow woman’s hooves trot down the hall. Damn it! You would ignore her, but you couldn’t risk her just opening your door and peeking inside.
You immediately cover yourself with your blanket, and do your best to make yourself look inconspicuous. “Uh… in here!” You eventually, hesitantly call out.
You had butterflies in your stomach as the cow woman poked her head in, a smile stretched over her full lips. Her tits bounced ever so slightly as she walked into the room, seeming excited. “Bun! I found out the answer! It’s 57!” She cooed, practically jumping for joy.
You pause, giving her a weird look. “Uh… yeah. You got it. Good job,” you roll your eyes. Under the blankets, you were still hard as nails, and you couldn’t help but steal a few glances at her chest. “So… you need anything? I’m sort of busy, uh… trying to take a nap!”
She giggled. “Oh! Sorry, lil’ honeybun!” You shuddered a bit when she suddenly hopped onto the foot on your bed, your bed creaking under her weight as she sat there on her ankles. “I jus’ realized I forgot to introduce myself! I’m Betsy! Ya prolly know me - I married that darling Jerry…”
You nod, still shivering a bit, your erection definitely not dying down now that she was so close to you. “Y-yeah. He told me all about you.”
“Well, great! He told me a lot about ya, too!” She smiled. With that, she stood up, looking like she was about to leave you alone. As you walked out, you couldn’t help but notice you could see the curves of her huge, perfect booty through her dress, her hips swaying as she walked out of the room. “Real sorry I interrupted ya! Do ya need somebody to cuddle with while ya nap?”
Your eyes widened, as if you had just been woken from a trance. “O-oh! No! I’m good, thanks!”
“Okay! Sweet dreams~” She cooed, before trotting away. You sighed, listening to her hoofsteps until you were 100% sure she was gone… before throwing the blanket back, revealing your dick still throbbing with anticipation, harder than ever. Now, Betsy’s perfect ass was dominating your mind. You sighed as you wrapped your hand around your cock again, and got back to work…
***
You stumbled downstairs a while later, much more content now that your needs have been ‘satisfied’. You haven't bought anything yet... you've been a little too 'busy'. You figure you might as well get to know Betsy, if you’re going to be staying with her. As you search the first floor of the house, you find her...  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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