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Carmella “Mel” Beiress bobbed her head and tapped her fingers on her steering wheel to the beat of the song playing on her Pandora channel. Despite the upbeat tune of the song filling the cabin of her old sedan, Mel was feeling quite lethargic, and that the evening of delivering food orders was turning out to be a bust. The weekend prior had been profitable enough, but the slowness of the Monday evening only aggravated Mel, and she had resolved to call it an early night as quickly as possible.
Sigh. Come on already. Mel checked the delivery app on her phone and the status on the order continued to flash “In process…”
God, I’m so bored. I started this because it was less stressful, but it’s just drop food off on doorsteps and leave. Mel stopped drumming her fingers and skipped the next couple of songs that appeared on her playlist. Who the hell orders this much food? Seriously, if you have that many people, just go to the restaurant.
Then, she heard a loud DING, from her phone alerting her that the pick-up was finally ready. Mel grabbed her insulated delivery tote and entered the restaurant. Shortly afterwards, she returned to her vehicle with the order in tow.
Yup, definitely going to call it a night after this.
Mel was a young woman in her mid-twenties of Baltic descent. Her black hair and dark eyes gave her an incredibly sexy and smokey look. However, it was her weight that upset her the most and what she attributed as the main reason for her on-going single status. Mel was far from being obese, and by most standards, whe wasn’t even considered fat. She recently put on some weight, due to eating for convenience, and subsequently had lost all definition in her arms, abs, and legs. Her breasts, or “fatty milkers,” as she called them, had expanded too quickly for her to keep up with constantly buying larger bras and tops. As a result, she looked like she had to stuff herself into all her outfits just to walk out the door.
A lot of nice houses around here, Mel thought as she drove through a seemingly perfect neighborhood with seemingly perfect residents. Curb appeal out front, but it looks like everyone’s backyard is pretty private. God, that’s what I want. A nice house, with a private backyard so I can do whatever I want.
After a few turns, she checked her GPS again. Getting close, better check the special instructions again. Oh what the hell? They selected ‘hand it to me’? Nobody meets face-to-face anymore.
Mel pulled up to the house her GPS instructed and parked along the street. She turned the car off, and grabbed the large delivery bag from her backseat. Not leaving my keys in the car again. Ugh, let’s get this over with. Not bothering to use the walkway, Mel walked through the owner’s front yard. Sigh. What are the odds all this crap is for some hot guy. Nobody has that kind of luck.
***
Candice’s phone played a soft tune alerting them of motion detected by the front door.
“Ah, food must be here.” Candice attempted to move but found she didn’t have the energy to sit up. Then, the doorbell rang. “Could you get the door sweetie?”
Simon grabbed a blanket from the couch and haphazardly wrapped it around his waist before answering the door.
Shit shit shit! I can barely keep my dick from hanging out. Please just leave it at the door.
Simon was hoping to find their dinner delivery on the other side of the door sitting on the stoop, but instead was pleasantly surprised when he saw the bountiful figure of Mel standing on the other side. It didn’t help his already incredibly aroused state that her very large, and very full, breasts strained her low cut top.
Holy shit! “Uh…uh…ha…Hi.” Simon stammered. He quickly looked down to make sure the top of his massive erection wasn’t poking above the blanket. “S…sorry. I should have made myself more appropriate before coming to the door.” Simon didn’t expect to find the girl delivering their food so attractive.
“Haha, it’s okay.” Mel laughed and smiled at Simon. Fucking Christ he’s hot! Mel stared at Simon and noticed his face, chest, and abs were soaking wet. “I…uh…must have caught you getting out of the shower.”
Simon’s eyes reflected horror when he realized he had answered the door, covered in his own mother’s cum, in front of a complete stranger. “Huh? Oh yeah. Just grabbed what I could.”
Good lord, he reeks of sex from here. Oh god, I’m pretty sure I interrupted him fucking someone. “You ordered quite a bit of food. Working up an appetite?” Mel chided.
“Oh yeah, well…I uh, work out a lot.” What? No you don’t. Fuck that sounded so lame. Simon scolded himself.
“It’s quite a heavy bag. Would you mind if I bring it inside?” Mel asked.
“Yeah, no problem. Here, let me get that for you.” Transformed perverted sex fiend aside, Simon was still a gentleman. Simon took a step outside and bent forward to take the insulated bag from Mel. His grip on the blanket covering his lower half was lax and it ended up slipping down and exposing the top five inches of his still hardened cock.
No fucking way! Mel couldn’t contain her shock, her eyes bulged and her mouth hung open. That’s what he’s hiding? A cock like that, he’s probably got an entire harem in there he’s fucking non-stop.
Simon quickly turned and took the food inside, with Mel following closely behind. Simon placed Mel’s bag on a small decorative table, between the entryway and living room, and began trying to take the containers of food out with one hand.
“Here, let me.” Mel said as she unzipped the bag.
“Thanks.” Simon smiled. Where did Mom go? I thought for sure she’d still be in the nude, showing off as we came in.
Just then, seemingly out of nowhere, Candice walked up behind Simon, wrapped her arms around him, and began massaging his still wet chest and stomach.
“Sweetie? Why are you holding her up? I’m sure she has other deliveries to make tonight.” Candice’s fingertips lightly dug into her son’s fit body.
“Hi. It’s Mel. And it’s no problem. I was actually going to make this my last delivery.” Mel explained. Huh. I was actually expecting an over-the-top bimbo. Or at least some giant-titted Amazon.
Candice’s hands had lowered to Simon’s stomach, just above where he was holding the blanket. “Can. Nice to meet you Mel. This is my…boyfriend.” God, I wish I could say ‘son’, or ‘living sex-toy’, or at least ‘the man I’m whoring myself out to’, but ‘boyfriend’ just feels…odd. “Why don’t you stay then? We ordered more than enough, as you can see.” Candice slid her fingers down underneath Simon’s blanket.
“Oh no, I couldn’t. I should uh…let you two get back to what you were doing.” Mel said as she shifted back slightly. She’s clearly naked behind this…donkey dicked stud. I’m sure as soon as I leave she’s going to jump right on his pole.
“Mmm. You’re very kind Mel, but at least let me offer you a bigger tip.” As Candice made her suggestive offer, her right hand grabbed her son’s cock, gripping him just below the helmet. And with her left, she rolled down the blanket before finally knocking it out of Simon’s grip entirely. Simon froze, but held steadfast.