MILF-MERIZED
A Smuthunter Story
“Oh thank you so much honey, could you put that over there by the big bookshelf in the office?”
Wes walked past the couch, around the other pile of boxes, and through the open doorway into a cozy room with a broad north-facing window. The box was heavy for its size, but not too heavy. The words OFFICE BOOKS were written on the top with sharpie in a hasty sort of scrawl.
As he walked out into the house’s living room he smiled at his new neighbor, “Is there anything else?”
She would be tall in heels, was average in flats, had pale red hair and fair skin but no freckles, was dressed in jeans and a plain black long sleeved blouse, and was just a little too old for Wes to be having the kind of thoughts about her tits that he’d been having since her first saw her.
“Oh no honey, it was just that one box the movers missed. But, and I’m so sorry to ask you, is there any way I could get you to take that one there into the office too?”
It wasn’t that she was “old”, she didn’t really look it, it was more that he was young, and so was his girlfriend. His girlfriend who would not be happy with him being a strong young man for the busty cougar that has just moved in next door.
She was definitely a MILF, totally a cougar, there was no doubt about that.
Her watched her breeze past him into the office with an elegant sway to her hips, and he hoisted up the box of books she had pointed out. Kerri Mays was the name on the packing slips, it was the name she gave him when he first approached her.
She’d been struggling with the box, her car door, her keys, her bag, and her phone all at once, so he asked if he could giver her a hand. She’d had to go pick up the last box from her old place, as she’d said, and even though she could have handled it, this just turned out to be a friendly and neighborly gesture.
Wes did feel a little bad about it though, he’d seen her already and that was no small reason why he was there to help. He’d always been a breast man, and while he hadn’t been a “man” for that many years, he still knew what he liked. And Kerri, well Kerri’s top was tight enough and low enough to get him to help out as much as he could.
She had already started to move the books from the first box up onto the shelves in the very short time it took him to make it inside the office again. He set the box down next to the other one and found himself staring down her top at into creamy deep cleavage, but as soon as he did he looked away.
“I know I’m being terribly rude right now, but nothing makes me feel more at home than a full book case.” She was filling it from top to bottom, and as she stood, she smiled at him and let out a sigh that did in fact make her chest bounce just a little, “I don’t suppose you’d like to help me with this would you?”
He felt awkward.
There was a polarity to her, well to her chest that was undeniable, but at the same time he felt like he didn’t really have time to help a near stranger. But still, she was his new neighbor.
“Not the whole house, just help me with these shelves?” She put a few books up on the shelf then knelt back down and his eyes sunk immediately to the view she was providing him once again.
He didn’t answer, he just knelt down himself and grabbed a few books, “Anywhere?”
There really didn’t seem to be much of a system.
“Thank you, yes, anywhere is fine. It’s just a few less boxes and a lot more being organized and moved in.”
The neighborhood was still a buyers market and that was how Wes had been able to buy a house so young. His job was good, it was very good and he’d landed it right out of college. He’d also had some inheritance money and had grown up with enough money to have a long-term financial plan. Buying a small house young, one he could live in while he worked, and later rent out, was all part of that master plan.
Getting side tracked staring at the tits of a woman that might be just old enough to be his mother, if his mother had made bad choices when she was younger, was not.
For fear of eye contact with her as she started to rise, he quickly redirected his gaze down to the books in his hand.
The title of the top one was The Hypnotized Mind. It had a picture of a black and white spiral that made up most of the cover.
Then the words slipped out of his mouth, propelled by nervousness and a desire to obfuscate what she had to know he’d been doing, “Hypnosis huh?”
She saw the look on his face and smiled at him, “Don’t laugh, it’s a hobby I picked up, “ her voice became playfully serious, “and I used to be very good at it too but I’m a little out of practice.”
Then she took the books from his hand and put them on the shelf. “I could show you. Of course, like I said, I’m very out of practice.”
It was a strange thing to ask a stranger, but the more she talked, the more Wes started to understand that her charisma wasn’t just based on the size of her chest, but from what felt like a very friendly and inviting personality. His eyes drifted down to her chest again and he almost wanted to try it.
“I um… maybe after we finish these boxes.” He knelt down and came eye to eye with her. She had soft brown eyes, golden brown. Everything about her was soft and warm.
“Here, “ she handed him a few more books and smiled.
Then, just like that they were on to the next box.
Some of the books from the first box had titles like Understanding NLP, whatever that was, and Subconscious Thought Structures, and one that had a big blue eye on the cover that said, “Persuasive and Permissive Eye Contact.”
The second box was all various self-help and mysticism books. He’d seen these around, his mom had one or two, so did his girlfriend. There were a couple in there about yoga too, and some about healthy eating.
“Thank you so much honey. Now,” Wes watched as she unclasped the thin silver chain that was around her neck and pulled up a pale purple crystal from the depths of her cleavage. He hadn’t noticed it before, mainly because who would when they could stare at a chest like hers, “watch the crystal with just your eyes.”
Before he could say anything, she was dangling it just slightly above eye level and it looked to him from the stillness of her hand like it was moving by itself.
“That’s right, just relax and watch the crystal. It’s like I said, I used to be very good at this and it used to be very easy for me to hypnotize anyone very quickly and easily, but I am out of practice, so you may start to feel your eyes becoming heavy now or it may take just a few more moments.”
It did happen remarkably quickly and as the crystal did swing back and forth he did feel his eyes starting to want to close down.
Then his phone vibrated in his pocket and he blinked out of whatever it was he was starting to feel.
“You’d better get that.” As soon as the vibration started, she’d lowered her crystal and her tone changed.
Of course, Wes hadn’t really noticed the way her words had become softer and more persuasive sounding.
He had a flush of embarrassment when he saw that it was his girlfriend Jane calling. “I um, I have to take this.”
He was moving towards her open front door, and she was smiling at him as she put her necklace back on.
His eyes inadvertently followed the purple crystal down between her breasts as she fastened the clasp, “I’m sure you’d love to come back so I can try again wouldn’t you?”
“That,” he didn’t know what to say and there was too much going on, he needed to answer his phone, “yeah, that would be great.”
He stepped out her front door as he answered the phone, “Hi honey. Yeah, I was just helping my new neighbor with a few boxes.”
And with that, he didn’t really forget all about any of it. In fact, the image of Kerri pulling the crystal from between her breasts ran through his mind over and over again to the point of distraction. So did the ethereal foggy feeling she’d started to swallow him in before they were interrupted.
* * *
Jane was the kind of girl Wes had always wanted.
She was smart, a little wicked with her sense of humor, very busty, and the right kind of bossy. Her hair changed by the season, her style stayed current and was whatever was “in”, and she liked to go out and be active. Active at the gym, active nightlife, active brunch schedule, girls nights, parties, Jane was Fun with a capital “F”.
Right now she was a light brunette or a dark blonde, Wes didn’t really know the difference. She’d also just left his place a few minutes ago, so he assumed it was her knocking on his door.
It wasn’t.
Kerri was standing at his door, her pale red hair tucked back with a broad white headband, and her chest sticking out under a muted floral print blouse with a neck line so low he felt like he was swimming in cleavage.
Her certainly not being who he was expecting, and her chest having been prominent in his mind and imagination ever since they’d first met a few days ago, Wes was wholly taken by surprise.
“I’m so sorry to bother you,” Wes noticed that the thin silver chain was still there dipping down into the depths of her ever inviting cleavage, “but could you help me move my couch? I don’t want to scratch my floor and I just need to nudge it a little.”
There were a lot of things kicking around in Wes’s head all at once in that moment. There were her breasts, there was the delightful and also confusing feeling of or at least memory of being hypnotized and how strange it was to want to feel it again, there was Jane, his fear that this cougar was preying on him, and the fear that this cougar was preying on him had a sexual charisma that made him wonder if he could trust himself.
Especially, if she hypnotized him.
But, he was also a decent guy and he respected the value of well-kept hardwood floors. He also, at the end of the day, didn’t really put a lot of stock in things outside the scope of his day-to-day life. He was also, he felt, enough of an adult and more than enough in love with his girlfriend to not really be tempted.
Besides, who’d trade in their happy relationship with a smoking hot girl, just for some fun with an older woman? Not him. No matter how strangely irresistible her massive chest was, not him.
“Sure. Yeah.” He stepped out onto the porch with her and locked his door, then they made their way across their shared lawn to her house.
Moments later they were lifting the couch and Wes had again found himself gazing down at her breasts as she bent forward to get her half. Then, as simply as that, they’d moved the couch forward just a bit.
“There is one more thing I need your help with,” Kerri’s voice was slightly lower and just a touch softer. It was a shift that Wes noticed, and it sent a small shiver through his spine.
Wes found himself turning slightly t face her, “I need you to look deep into my eyes. That’s it Wes, look into my eyes. I never got a chance to show you what I could do, and I think you’ve been thinking about it haven’t you?”
He was looking into her light brown eyes, and he didn’t know if she was asking a rhetorical question or not, but it didn’t matter.
“You’ve been wondering if you were beginning to sink into trance as easily as it seemed, and you’ll know the answer soon enough. Just keep staring, look deep into my eyes, and remember, your eyes may start to become heavier and heavier now, or since I am just a little out of practice your eyes may not close just yet.”
She took a few steps closer to him and put her hands on his shoulders. He felt like he should say no, or tell her he wasn’t interested in what was happing, that he didn’t really want to be hypnotized, but before he could work up to saying anything, she cut him off.
“Your breathing is slowing down already, your mind is starting to become clear and relaxed, and it’s so easy to look into my eyes, that’s it, deep into my eyes, and see how peaceful you’re becoming. If you can see your own reflection in my pupils, you can start to feel the way your body is sagging, feeling warm and heavy, that’s it, you can see it can’t you?”
He’d found himself following her words, feeling her light and supportive touch on his arms, her fingertips hardly pressing into his at all, and he did see himself in her eyes. As he did, he felt her hands close just a little more firmly on him, almost like she was helping him to stay upright.
“And it’s so relaxing, so peaceful and so soothing to stare into my eyes that it can feel like you’re just falling down into sleep, like a warm wave of heavy sleep is washing over you. Just like sinking down into a dream, your eyes are so heavy now, and if you can keep them open just a little bot longer, if you can resist he urge to drift into sleep while you’re standing up, then you’ll realize that on your next breath out you’ve never felt this peaceful or this relaxed before, and you know you can feel even better as your eyes simply close now, and there’s no reason to try any longer, no reason to resist this warm soothing sleepiness, that’s it, eyes closed, standing perfectly straight and upright as your mind drifts away.”
Wes did feel his eyes blink closed for just a second…
Cost: $2.00
