The Lost Lovers

Carrot Cake shut his suitcase, having checked and re-checked that he had packed everything. "Are you ready to go honey?"

Mrs.Cake was doing exactly the same thing, though trying to squeeze into an outfit that could accommodate her rather large bottom was what slowed her down, not to mention the fact that each door from room to room forced her to put some actual effort into getting her ridiculously rotund rump to join the rest of her body whenever she walked through one, she'd spent enough money widening the doorways at Sugar Cube Corner to make way for her fat ass but had opted not to do the same with the doorways in her own home since she was still able to walk through them without getting completely stuck. "On my way dear" she said, after both of them had retired and handed over ownership of Sugar Cube Corner to Pinkie Pie, they decided they were long overdue for a holiday and had decided to catch a flight to England. However as they were going out the door, they faced an immense problem, Mrs. Cake's immense amount of fat jiggly ass flesh, it was stopping her from exiting the house.

Try as she might she was unable to squeeze her fat rear through her own front door, she was essentially trapped inside her own house all because she couldn't fit her butt through one door. She could see that her husband was disappointed and she said "Honey... go on the holiday without me".

Carrot was flabbergasted "Sweetness, you can't be serious!"

She just nodded and said "Go ahead, if you don't have anyone else to go with you then refund my ticket at the airport and you'll have some extra spending money, you've spent our whole lives travelling for work, you deserve to travel for pleasure, I'll be fine". Either her husband was an ass hole who was eager to get more time away from his wife or he just simply agreed with her, because rather than refuse to go so that he could stay with her, he actually fucking went. It seemed that a few days later karma had kicked in by stranding him in England because all flights back to America had been cancelled due to airport staff going on strike. News quickly spread throughout town that Mrs.Cake was stuck in her own home while her husband was stuck in England, as expected, some people immediately thought "Holy shit... this is the perfect opportunity to fuck her". If Mrs.Cake was honest with herself, she slightly regretted having not tried out the bestiality club yet, or indeed any bestiality at all.

Initially, Pinkie Pie had visited to see if she could help her former employer alleviate some stress, though the exact thing that prevented Mrs.Cake from leaving her home was what prevented Pinkie Pie from entering her home, she just had too much junk in the trunk and the front door simply didn't allow Pinkie Pie inside the house. Luckily there were plenty of people in town that could very easily go through a door without much trouble and were all but too happy to help Mrs.Cake calm down with some good fucking, one such person was Featherweight, though he looked young and boyish he was actually twenty-one years old and his high sex drive and held back horniness compelled him to go to Mrs.Cake's house, he clearly wasn't as shy as he acted. After hearing a knock on the door Mrs.Cake opened it and somewhat smirked to see Featherweight there looking nervous, wearing a plain black t-shirt and blue jeans while she was stood there in literally nothing except an apron that only just kept her bust hidden from view, though anyone looking at her from behind would see it did nothing whatsoever to cover her fat sexy ass. Mrs.Cake expected some people would be visiting her for sex, so she figured she might as well make herself as alluring as possible.

"Well hello there Featherweight..." she said, "What brings you here?"

Featherweight shuffled his feet and said "Well... I... I um... uh... I heard y-you w-were here a-all alone and... and I... I... I j-just thought that... m-m-maybe..."

Mrs.Cake chuckled before saying "You thought that maybe you'd come over and see if you could tame the cougar? Come into my house to violate me just so you can say "I fucked that slutty MILF with the enormous rear and massive rack"? Enter my home and then enter my holes? Is that it?"

Featherweight stared with wide eyes, his mouth slightly open and every muscle in his body tensed before he just nodded and went "Yeah...", Mrs.Cake pulled him inside and shut the front door, before Featherweight could even register what was happening, Mrs.Cake had untied her apron and allowed it to fall to the floor, revealing her completely naked and voluptuous body with a slightly chubby but still gorgeous hourglass figure, curves upon curves. If Featherweight wasn't turned on before he certainly was now, Mrs.Cake didn't waste any time as she turned around and pressed her goddess-like amazonian ass up against his crotch, rotating her hips around in circles as she was already able to feel his hard erection.

"So Featherweight..." she said, "As you can tell, I'm quite wound up at the moment, to tell you the truth, I won't be patient enough for us to make our way to the bed so you're gonna have to settle for the couch... but was there a particular part of my body you wanted?"

Featherweight, although mesmerized by her gigantic rump, said "Well... I know everyone likes your behind... but I think I'd actually like to have your pussy..."

Mrs.Cake was surprised and removed her ass from his groin and turned to face him before saying "Oh, wanna go in the baby chamber huh?"

Featherweight nodded and said "Yeah, oh and could you face me when we do it? I wanna be able to play with those tits". Mrs.Cake liked that he was being a bit bolder and more explicit with what he wanted, she took him by the hand and led him into the living room and promptly pushed him until he was sat down on the couch, in an instant she was on her knees, unbuckling his belt and eagerly pulling down his pants and underwear to free his achingly stiff cock. As soon as his dick was revealed, Mrs.Cake was shocked to see how impressively large his package was, the girls in town would be all over him if they knew he was hiding such a monster in between his legs, she was wet already. Unable to resist such a prime specimen of young virile manhood in its prime, she simply leaned forward and took his cock in her warm inviting mouth, sucking and licking every inch of his member she could reach as she descended, intent on taking the whole thing right down to the base, no more and no less.

Featherweight simply rested a hand on her head a let out a low hum of contentment, there was truly no substitute for skill and experience, most girls his age were only level entry sluts at best, Mrs.Cake however had decades worth of knowledge on how to get any guy to nut really hard and even how to make a girl absolutely fucking cream herself. Halfway down and she was still going, expertly allowing his cock into her throat like it was nothing, though as she reached her goal of going as far down as she could, her vision filled with nothing but the skin of his stomach while two full pendulous cum factories churned away under her chin, the taste and smell of pure masculinity numbing her mind, she had to admit his size presented a challenge as she held herself there and sucked whilst making small back and forth movements, essentially massaging his member with her throat. Eventually she had to back off, unable to suppress her gag reflex indefinitely, she allowed Featherweight's cock to escape her mouth and giggled slightly as she jerked him off to keep him hard before saying "My my... you're a big one aren't you?"

Featherweight smiled nervously and said "Am... am I too big?"

Mrs.Cake smiled and said "Featherweight, I'm a mother, I've managed to push two children out of my pussy. Trust me when I say I can definitely push even a dick as large as yours into the same space." With that, she crawled onto the couch, the legs creaking under her weight as she began to line up Featherweight's cock with her entrance.

Featherweight suddenly went "Wait... shouldn't I wear like... a condom or something?"

Mrs.Cake continued to get his cock head angled and perfectly aimed for penetration as she said "No need dear, to put it simply, a baker can't put a bun in the oven if they've run out of eggs". Featherweight thought he understood what she meant but wanted her to confirm it just in case, though he didn't really get the chance to ask due to the sudden feeling of his cock being surrounded by the warm wet flesh of a mature pussy. Mrs.Cake let out a satisfied sigh, Featherweight was a good size, he had the perfect tool for giving a girl a good pounding. She began riding him, bringing her hips up and then slapping them back down again, gasping every time she filled herself up again by enveloping Featherweight's cock in her wet sloppy cunt. Featherweight groaned and his arms immediately shot out to grab two handfuls of Mrs.Cake's large doughy tits, rolling the soft flesh around his fingers. Mrs.Cake bit her lip, Featherweight fit her perfectly like a key in a lock and the way he delicately yet firmly handled her breasts was pushing all the right buttons, not even her husband had stretched her opening so perfectly, his cock was better designed for deep fucking.

In any case, she was reaching her peak sooner than expected, it was almost embarrassing. Luckily for her she knew what boys liked and Featherweight probably didn't have many sex encounters under his belt, time to bring out the number one, tried and tested true way to get any man to the point where they couldn't have held back their baby batter if they tried: dirty talk.

Mrs.Cake sped up her rhythm, leaned in close to Featherweight's ear and whispered, "Enjoying yourself? Enjoying the feeling of my moist accommodating pussy while you play with my fat fucking milkers? Mmm... such a naughty boy, visiting a woman stuck in her own home just so you can fuck her, just so you can empty your pent up nut sacks into her folds. You pervert, I'm old enough to be your mother and yet here you are balls deep inside me, you're literally a mother fucker aren't you? Come on then, cum inside me, paint my walls with your thick disgusting load..." Featherweight didn't stand a chance, he moaned loudly and began thrusting upwards as jizz rocketed out of his cock, Mrs.Cake slowed down her riding and just gave deliberate downwards movements that met Featherweight's thrusts, milking him for all he was worth as she hid the fact that her pussy was rippling of its own accord, having just been wracked with the most satisfying orgasm Mrs.Cake had experienced in years. Mrs.Cake continued to softly grind on Featherweight's lap while his dick was still hard enough to not slip out of her pussy and though it was a strange thought considering the circumstances, she had to wonder what her son Pound was up to.

• meanwhile -

Pound groaned as he furiously pumped his member whilst staring at the copy of the "Keeping It Kinky" magazine that featured his sister, as he came all over his own chest one thought occurred to him - he needed to get Pinkie to have sex with him more often if he was ever going to stop jerking off over his sister.

The End