Spoonerville. A place that’s supposed to be as average as a kids report card. Despite this claim, there was always something festive going on along the city. Little get togethers between friends, going out to the many restaurants-

	“BURN THIS TRASH BEFORE I BURN YOUR EYES OUT OFF YOUR SKULL!!!”

All the while listening to the daily misadventures of the two families that go together like chunky peanut butter and a slice of ham. 

Peg, devoted mother to her kids, estate seller extraordinaire and least of all,  Pete’s wife. While cleaning up, Peg found something hidden in Pete’s closet. A magazine. Usually, she doesn’t mind if he has some of his fancy home modeling kits but when she took a peek inside, a fire lit in her eyes unlike any other. Pete cowered before his wife, looking like a scared kitten as she brandished the rolled up magazine in her white knuckled fist.

	“H-hoho-honey muffin, wait! It’s not as bad as you think!” He tried to defend himself.

	“NOT AS BAD?!” She opened up to a particular page and pushed it into her husband's face. Pete saw not just himself but a few ladies in some very provocative positions. Him, dressed up in fancy clothing, a coat and smoking a cigar while his hands are firmly atop the rears of the ladies. His smile and grin are on full display. “DOES “FEISTY FELINE PHILANTHORPIST” NOT SOUND BAD TO YOU?!”

Pete thought about what he should say. He knew his dear, sweet darling dandelion had become a walking powder keg that would put a battalion to shame. 

	‘Say the right thing! Say the right thing!!’ his mind raced with hundreds of replies. Most of them ended with him as a smoldering crater. A few of his replies he imagined she’d just kiss and forgive him. Thinking harder and faster than he’s ever had to in his life, reaching speeds that surpassed light, he finally gave her an answer.

	“Well, er… No. They spelled “Philanthropist” wrong. They uh, switched the “r” and “o” around. 

Pete wasn’t sure what kind of answer that was. All he could see was the build up to a white hot fury that he swore, in it, he could see his own great grandpappy at the pearly gates. Pointing and laughing as he welcomed him in. Her blood red face changed to between different shades of deep or bright red, to a variety of shades of purple. So angry, she could have made herself sick!

Kaboooooom.

	“So Pete’s going to be staying with his parents for a little while?” Goofy asked, pouring another hot pot of coffee into Peg’s empty cup.
	
“Yeah.” she sighed, her voice a little more hoarced than normal. Clearing her throat, she continued. “So it’s just gonna be me and the kids for a while.”

	“Good ol’ Pete! Going as far as to take care of his mom and dad when they’re not feeling so good!” Goofy pulled out a handkerchief and blew into it, crying. “What a guy! You sure caught a good one Peg!”

	“Yeah a true blue bag of crap…” she muttered into her drink, downing most of it in just a few gulps. 

	“How about me and Max come around to help and check in on ya! We were gonna do that anyway! With it being summer and all, we can spend the whole time together!” Goofy let out his signature laugh as he placed a fat stack of pancakes, sausages and eggs in front of her, all layered in syrup. “Maxy! Breakfast is ready!”

Peg watched the goofy dog jump around the kitchen, a smile on his face that never seemed to be away for more than a second. Peg thought back to the first time she saw him again. A ray of sunshine that made her laugh and smile without even trying. As she looked down at her coffee, a gentle smile spread across her face. 

	“Thanks Goofy. You always knew how to cheer up a lady when she’s feeling down.”

	“Awww schucks! Just happy to help out a friend in need!”

Friend. Peg couldn’t stop herself from imagining a slight what if. A time where she’d have three kids and a husband as sweet as Goofy. Right out of highschool, young friendships blooming into adult love and romance… Cute pictures and wedding bells... 

Peg sighed again, looking down at her ring. After screaming last night, all she really wanted was to be around those she cared about. She wanted to be with her kids but didn’t want to expose them to what was going on. Besides, they’ve learned to sleep through Pete’s thunderstorm snores. Unless she yelled for them from upstairs, nothing would wake’em up. Not wanting her food to go to waste and go cold, she started scarfing down the delicious meal just as Max finally came down.

She couldn't stop looking at the 14 year old Goof in the making. Just that age of rebellion but with that slight sparkle of innocence in there. She couldn’t help but smile at how much of his daddy was in him. Even if he’s only wearing some baggy shorts and a white tank-top. ‘Boy looks like he just woke up from playing video games all night.’

	“Oh! Morning Mrs.P!” He smiled, sitting at the table with her. Not two seconds later, Goofy joined them, placing 2 big platters of the same food for both Goof’s.

	“Morning Max! I was just telling Goofy that Pete’s going to be out of the house for a couple days! Maybe a week or four…” The last bit of her sentence came out muttered and partially muffled by the pancakes she stuffed into her mouth.

	“Really?! Does that mean P.J and I can hang out together at your house?!” 

	“Oh Max, you never have to ask if you can come hang out! You might as well be a part of the family as far as I’m concerned!” Part of her couldn’t help but reach over the table and ruffle his already messy hair. Reminds her of when she and Goofy would hang around. Just as cute. Maybe even cuter.

Pulling away, she couldn’t help but catch a glance at what the young teen was looking at. Sure enough, Peg didn’t notice that her shirt, a simple white button up, left just enough room for his young prying eyes to catch a glimpse of her. Thanks to having to watch Pete, Pistol and P.J over the years, nothing escaped her awareness. Goofy on the other hand wasn’t even aware that she’d just flashed his son by accident.

	‘He is getting to be that age. Can’t think he’d see a lady like me as attractive. Just boys being boys.’ She tried to play off the thought but some part of her was feeling more than a little appreciative of the action. That young cheerleader who liked showing off her body. Not that she had anything to be ashamed of.

Peg knew she looked good. Working out kept her figure in shape. Even better! It gave her already tight ass in shape, especially after having two kids. Any fat that she gained went straight to hips and blossomed her into a womanly figure. Some mornings when she’s looking at herself before heading to her agency, she’d give her rear a tap, brimming with confidence and ready to wrestle life by the horns. She used to feel this way whenever Pete would come up behind her, give her a tap and a kiss. She couldn’t even remember the last time he did that. Not that she’d even want him to now. The romantic attention just wasn’t there anymore.

DING DONG~!

	“Oop! That’ll be the mail! Expecting a package of snorkel gear! Pardon me!” Goofy left for the door, leaving Max and Peg alone. 

Peg didn’t know what made her do it. Maybe the anger from last night, the flattery from Max’s little peak and genuine curiosity got to her. No matter what it was, she went ahead with it.

	“So Max, tell me! What kind of girls are you into?” She had to stifle a giggle as she watched the poor boy almost spit up his eggs. “Aww, feeling a little shy? You shouldn’t be! You’re quite the handsome young man!” She watched his rosey cheeks turn a cute shade of pink.

	“Um! Mmmph! I-uhgh-” She couldn’t hold it anymore and let out a giggle at the poor boy's expense. She watched him sink into his chair before comforting him.

	“I’m sorry Max, I couldn’t help but want to tease you a little! Did you enjoy the little peak I gave you?” Leaning back into her chair, Peg watched the boy continue to babble, face so red he looked like he’d eaten a bowl full of peppers. Running away would make things worse so he stayed in the chair, gloved hands covering his cherry red face. Acting on instinct and playing with her prey, she wanted to give her best friend's little boy a special little teasing treat. “Max? It’s okay to look at a woman's body, rather than those little girls at your school. If you’re brave enough, take a nice good look…”

Peg knew what she was doing was wrong. He’s only a boy for goodness sake! But her morals dissolved ever so much as she watched the boy's eyes come from behind his hands. A coy smile spread across her lips as her hands went to her shirt. 

One button unfastened. 

Max’s expression changed from embarrassment to pubescent curiosity to bubbling excitement as her cleavage grew more visible. Her eyes lowered, giving the young boy an idea of what a woman filled with desires looks like. She softly bit her lips as her shirt dropped past her shoulders before. The only thing hiding her modesty in place are her hands. Knowing Goofy, the pair have plenty of time for some close little fun.

	“Do you find me attractive Max?” Even with his face flushed red, he nodded “If I do this, it’ll be our little secret. Got it?”

	“Y-yes ma’am!”

	“And Max?” Peg stood up, walking over to the trembling you man. “Call me Peg when it's just the two of us.”

Peg pulled her shirt open, letting her big heavy girls fall free for Max to see. His innocent eyes grew to the size of backyard pools as he got his first real life look at a woman's chest. Amazed, perplexed, excited; he looked so enamored by her girls that she couldn’t help but push their luck. Goofy could come back any minute but the unattended housewife was hungered for his desire. To be wanted as a woman. 

She moved her chest side to side, making them jiggle and he followed them. Hypnotized, Peg played with him. Up and down, side to side. Jumping and moving her arms behind her head to display her tits loud and proudly. She hadn’t measured herself for a proper bra in a while but she knew she’s probably reaching somewhere a low “D” to possible “DD”. Pete used to love grouping and motorboating them but his hands are busy on his little models downstairs. 

	“Gawarsh…” Max let out his family phrase by accident, not even noticing as he watched the show.

	“When you come over to have fun with PJ and Pistol, keep your eyes on me when you’re around. I promise you won’t regret it, my cute little man.” Peg leaned down to kiss the boy on his forehead, bringing him back to reality as she hid her girls back into her button up. Peg picked up her plate and went to the sink, cleaning off her cleared plate and putting it aside to draw off. All the while, she couldn’t stop smiling as she knew Max just looked at her slack jaw and was silent. Shell shocked? Maybe. Just the idea he was so enamored by her, made her stomach tingle. After she was done cleaning she went to the backyard to head back to her house. Just as she opened the door, Goofy came back, a big box obstructing her view.

	“I’m back! Sorry, got distracted by the mailman and we ended up talking about the local bird watching gang!” He struggled to reach the counter of the kitchen, placing the heavy package down to see Peg heading out. “Come on over whenever you want Peg! You’re always welcome in our home!” 

	“Oh Goofy, you’re such a good man! And you’ve raised such a handsome little gentleman…!” With that said, Peg left. At first in a stroll but turned at a faster pace until she zipped back into her room, past her son and daughter as they ate their cereal. Heading upstairs, she closed and locked the door. Back against the wall, her heartbeat shot up as she realized what she did. Her breathing grew so hot and heavy, she felt like she couldn’t breathe.

At the same time she couldn’t stop her hands from drifting down to her crotch and playing with her excited pink nipples. Heavy bolts of pleasure shot through her and the tingling sensation she felt earlier grew stronger. Sliding down, she sat on the floor, continuing to play with herself. 

	“M-max…!” Her mind became a storm of visions. Each through more intense than the next. After ten minutes, her body was nothing more than a wreck as her hand had become a soaked mess of excitement and pleasure. Her breathing finally settled down and her eyes closed, she enjoyed the sensations of her body giving into pleasure. 

A crude smile crossed her lips again as she remembered Max’s reaction to showing her bare chest off to him. The look of desire. Hunger. Excitement. Teasing the young Goof, in his own home with his father just out of ear shot… Peg knew it was wrong. But it was all the reason why she wanted to do more. A teenager made her feel wanted. A young pair of eyes making her feel more like a woman. More than Pete had in the better part of their marriage.

	‘Oh Max… We’re gonna have a lot of fun together.’

As Peg thought about this, Max excused himself from the table, trying to hide his erection and quickly heading back to his room. Thinking back to the milf next door, Max’s hands were a blur on his member. His bottle of lotion, thrown to the floor empty as he focused on Peg’s personal flash show. Every stroke made his heart race and his balls ache. Seeing a naked woman face to tit was better than anything in his magazine collection or some of the stuff he’d seen online. None of the girls at school could compare to her!

The soft pink areolas, the way her nipples poked out as she got more excited as she showed her stuff off to him. His mind memoized every single little detail he could from the short show. The way her breast swept off her body, the shape, their size, even the cute little mole she had hidden away. 

	“Ohh god!” He couldn’t grit his teeth any harder as he grabbed a handful of tissue and emptied his big balls into them. The heavy cum felt like it wouldn’t stop and the Goof had to get two or even three handfuls just to clean up his mess properly. As he laid in bed, Max couldn’t stop thinking about what just happened. 

	‘Did that really just happen?’ No  matter how many times asked himself this, he couldn’t deny it. It was real. It happened. He watched the woman he looked up to like a second mom made a move on him. Thinking more and more about it, it was like a living dream. Turning in bed, he felt so sleepy. All the food plus the experience he just went through, he just wanted to go to sleep and let his dream continue. 

The dream, for both of them, was far from over.

One Week Later

Max was sure now that this wasn’t some elaborate prank by PJ or their parents. The whole week was like a test of his strength of will and seeing just how much the boy can handle before he had to relieve himself. Whenever he’d come to hang out with his best friend, Peg would find some way or reason to be around the young boys. 

At first, she’d just come to see if they wanted some snacks or what they’d like for dinner tonight. Even an older, yet still annoying Pistol, coming along to see what they’re up to. But like a whisper in the wind, Peg would find the small time whenever they’d be distracted to put her hands on him. 

A touch of the shoulder, her head atop of his, playfully. When she’s more daring, Peg would go further. She’d move her head to his shoulder, whispering into his ear about how handsome he’s grown from the adorable little boy she met, not even five years ago. Blowing gently into his floppy ears, kissing him on the cheek or forehead. Wrapping her supple arms around his neck, nuzzling up to him while PJ was playing and beating him in a game or Pistol was out in the backyard doing god knows what to the family dog. 

The lonely housewife even went as far as to stop wearing her bras around the house and Max could feel the soft mounds pressing into his back. The only layer of defence stopping Max from feeling them directly being both of their shirts. And as the summer heat grew stronger, the fabric between them became thinner and thinner. 

Some days became so intense that Max had to excuse himself to blow a quick load in their home. By the time he was done, his head was cleared but he wasn’t fully satisfied. On the fourth day, after one such evening when no one saw them and he had to relieve himself, Peg would be standing right there in the hallway. A coy smile, a cute wink and she’d walk off without saying a word. 

Everything came to a head one day when Pete came back one day to pick up the kids to meet their cousins on his side of the family while he’s been kicked out-visiting his family. He quickly scuttled them out of the house, trying not to anger his still furious wife and be out of her sight. Goofy was busy watching a seventy two hour long marathon on the detailed history of bowling. Not wanting to miss a minute, he’d barely take his eyes off the screen for anything else other than cooking before sitting back down in the living room. 

	“Say uh, Max? Could you take this plate over to Peg for me? I’d do it myself but they’re talking about the balance holes now and I can’t afford to miss this!”

	“Uh d-dad I-”

	“Aww come now, don’t be shy! She’s very pretty but don’t worry she won’t bite ya! Unless you steal her lunch like that one girl did in middle school… I’m sure she won’t hurt ya! She loves ya Maxxy! Now go go go~!” Goofy shooed his son out of the kitchen, into the backyard. Goofy’s words rang into his head as he knocked on the door. It was just past six and Max knew she didn’t go to bed until ten or eleven, since he and PJ knew the best times to sneak around. 

Max placed her plate on the counter but before he could leave, curiosity kept nipping at his mind. The house was quiet. Way to quiet. Straining his ears, he picked up the sounds of the TV upstairs. 

The almost empty house was so weird to him. Max wanted to make sure that she wasn’t just sitting alone all depressed. As he came to her room, he could clearly hear what sounded like heavy grunting on the TV. The door was cracked open and Max saw something he’d only ever dream of. Literally.

There’s Peg, in full workout gear. A low cut shirt, sweat bands on her arms, legs and head. Her hair in a ponytail. Above all else, Max saw Peg in the thinnest, skimpiest pair of Yoga pants brought to life through fabric. She faced away from the TV in her room, giving the young Goof a perfect view of her gorgeous, shapely ass. 

“Now for the downward facing dog!” the program instructed.

‘Holy…’

Peg took her stance, facing away from the TV and indirectly pointing her ass in Max’s direction. The thin fabric stretched to the limits, giving Max a clear look at the silky smooth fur underneath it. She let out a sigh and Max swore, he could smell her sweat from where he stood. It smells sweet but unlike anything he smelled before. A natural kind of sweet. Max watched her shake and jiggle, showing what little fat she had, and went straight to the best places possible. 

Max couldn’t take it. He knew what he was about to do was wrong but there weren’t many chances for him to do something so crazy. Max pulled his pants down, got to his knees and watched Peg workout in silence, stroking off the view. The blatant act made every stroke feel even better. Pose after pose, Max got a front row seat of just how flexible she truly is.

Balasana.

Cobra Pose.

Crane Pose.

The TV kept throwing out all sorts of evocative poses in Max’s face. He was getting reckless. His breathing grew louder, his grunts heavier as he tried to hold himself back. The only thing that helped keep him hidden were the TV and Peg’s own grunts of exertion and satisfaction as she reached the apex of her poses. 

	“Mmmh Maxxxx…” she shuddered as she took on Standing Forward Bend (Uttanasana), pose. As if inviting the young Goof right there.

	“!!!”

The door was pulled open and standing right in the frame is a sweaty, Peg Pete looming over a spent and now scared Max. With her blood flowing and her heart racing, she pulled the young man in, closing the door behind them with only a trace of cum at the front. 

Without warning, she kissed him, eagerly sending her tongue down his throat. Ravenous hunger took her as she stripped off her clothes, looking at the teen like a beast at the zoo. Seeing him, on his knee’s cock in hand and a spent load before him, it was like a steak served on a silver platter. Max watched her eyes gain this crazed look before she pushed him onto her and Pete’s bed and got on top. Pressing herself on top of the shorter boy, she continued to kiss him with the same burning passion as she used her hands to find his cock and aim him.

	“W-wai-MMMH!” Max’s cries fell on deaf ears as she took his first kiss and virginity. Max nearly went crossed eyes as he was soaked into the hot embrace. Peg rode his still hard cock, moving up and down with wild abandon. She wanted it. She wanted to feel his hot cum shoot up inside her. To feel that rush of love she’s needed for years from another sweet young man.

Peg pulled away, still pinning Max down. She closed her eyes as she felt his thick cock stuffing her more than Pete ever could. 

	“I love you, I love you, I love you, I LOVE YOU!” Peg’s vision nearly went white as she felt the tell tell throbbing followed by a strong heat flooding her pussy. Heavy breaths rocked the both of them as she clamped down, trying to drain everything out of Max. She let go of him, falling on top of him, burying his face in her chest. The two of them were left breathing heavily, with only the commercials of the TV being the only other source of sound.

After a few minutes of rest, Peg rolled off of the still shocked Max.  He turned to her, expecting the shower of usual praise but Peg looked utterly distraught. Her hair, slightly unkempt, as she tried to hold back tears. Before Max could say anything, she began to gently sob.

	“Max… Max I… I’m so… Sooooooo sorry.” Peg pulls the bed sheets up, trying in vain to hide some sense of modesty she’s lost in front of the boy. “I-I just… I…” She babbled. The words failed to come out of her and make sense. “Pete’s been just a-awful and I’ve-”

Peg felt Max’s hand rest on her shoulder, trying to comfort her. 

	“It’s okay Mrs-I mean-Peg.” he pulled her into a hug, further consoling her. “Pete’s not the best guy, no matter what my dad says. He doesn’t deserve someone like you. You’re sweet, loving, beautiful. You don’t let anyone walk all over you. You’re passionate, a hard worker, dedicated, strong…” Max continued listing off her positive traits before landing on the final one “An incredible woman. T-truth be told I…”

Peg felt Max’s hands gently make her face him, whipping away her tears. The older woman allowed herself to relax, feeling his gentle touches on her cheek. The fire from before slowly creeped back but instead, was far more warm and gentle, not the crazed passion that ran through her mind. A soft smile spread across her lips.

	“I love you.” 

The warmth inside her swept through her body as she looked him in the eyes. No lies, no deception and no sweet words. He meant it. Max truly meant it. Part of her wanted to resist but knew she couldn’t. Hearing those sweet words was like tasting honey for the first time. 

	“Max. If you don’t mind…” Peg slid into the bed sheets, motioning for Max to follow. “Can we start again? Slower?” Max couldn’t stop himself from nodding too fast, causing the older feline to giggle at his attitude. “Quite the excited student, aren’t we?”

“For the woman I love, I sure am!” Pegs' ears tingled hearing those words again. 

Max watched her come closer, feeling that same embarrassment when she flashed him the first time. She ran her hand on the back of his head and gently pursed her lips. Max followed suit, kissing her. Unlike the times before, this was more like a true lovers kiss. Soft and full of warmth. 

The light outside had faded away, only allowing the TV to bring in the only light now. Under the covers, the two made out again and again, growing more comfortable with the act. Max took a bold step and ran his hands over her hips, running up her sides and to her back. He didn’t cop a feel, just wanting to memorize the shape and curves of her womanly body. 

Peg loved it. The attention was unlike any she’d felt in years. 

After they separated from their kissing, Peg pulled back. 

	“Let me show you how a real woman gets her man ready…” She winked at him before going down into the bed sheets. 

Not wanting to miss anything, he pulled the sheets back, seeing the wanton expression on her face as she marveled at his cock. The shaft’s as thick as her bottle of hairspray, the tips popped out like a mushroom. Unlike Pete, Max wasn’t cut. His foreskin pulled back, showing off a deep shade of pink along the fur dark shaft. In her hands, it throbbed with power, soaking her hands and mind in the mixed smell of their cum. 

Kissing it, she left visible lipstick imprints on him until she came down to his heavy balls. 

	‘How on Earth does he walk around with these??’ she thought to herself. Each one was as big as a baseball and hung low from the body. It made her wonder what kind of monster her best friend might be packing away.

Max watched her inspect, and marvel at his package. It made him more than a bit self conscious but after sharing a look, she began to take him into her mouth. Thanks to his size, she comfortably took him between her tits and slowly bobbed on the fat mushroom. Max grunted, clenching the bed sheets between his knuckles as she gobbled him up. Peg ran her hands up his thighs, reaching his chest and scratching his leen belly. 

She moved her head side to side, letting her tits slip out of the way so she could deepthroat the teenage monster into her throat. Pete wasn’t the most hung, but he could make it to her throat. Max on the other hand, could reach the bottom of her throat. She gagged, she clenched her throat as he fucked her throat. Max’s breathing grew ragged as she worked him over. Pinning herself up against his crotch, she smelled his natural musk. Ripe yet fresh. Eager sexual hunger came off him like fresh flowers in the spring. 

	‘One, two, three, four…’ Peg counted every contraction around his cock, feeling him reach his full length from her throat play. As soon as she reached “ten”, she pulled herself off, leaving a thick trail of saliva connecting them. “You’re such a good boy Max…” she said between coughs. 

She didn’t bother to wipe away the saliva. Instead, she lowered herself to his big balls. Pressing her nose up against them, breathing in the potent musk that made the bottom of her stomach grow hotter. Peg couldn’t help herself as she continued to sniff him, a finger slid between her lips as she worshiped his still heavy balls. 

	“Gawrsh…!” Max exclaimed as Peg slowly stroked his spit soaked meat. 

She continued to play with and pamper her little Goof. She wanted to stay there, burying herself under her big man's crotch and savoring the thick aroma. But better things were incoming. 

Pulling herself away, she crawled up beside Max, drawing his eyes down to her swinging chest. 

	“Get behind me Maxy. Let me show you how a woman likes to be taken.” She leaned forward until her face was pressed into her pillow while raising her ass higher. 

	“Y-yes Peg!” he stumbled, nervous but excited. She couldn’t stifle a giggle as she heard him shuffling around, moving behind her.

Max’s heart felt like it was ready to burst as the view drew him in. Her yoga pants didn’t do her ass justice. He placed a nervous hand on her hip, grabbing a handful of her. She let out a little squeak as Max copped a feel of her generous ass. Squishy but firm from all her workouts. Spreading her, he got a full view of her pink lips and twitching holes.

	“M-Max, that’s embarrassing.”

	“Ah! S-sorry!”

Max lined himself up as best as he could. Once the tip was pressing up against her, he pushed forward and slipped right into her hot love tunnel.

	“Mmmmh!” Peg squeaked.

Four inches. Six inches.

Peg’s grip on the bed grew stronger as Max kept going.

Eight inches. Eight and a half… Finally, Peg took every last inch of her little Maxy. Sweat was already pouring out of her as she took him and only grew as Max lingered inside. Every little throb, every flex caused her to tremble as she was spread beyond her limits. Just the tip scratched that itch that she could only ever get to with her toys. Feeling thick, real flesh moving in her blew her toys out of the water. She clamped down on him, not wanting to let him go. 

Max didn’t need much encouragement to start moving. Just pulling back, she swore he was going to drag the rest of her with him. Her eyes lit up as he went back in, leaving her a trembling mess.

	“Peg…! You feel so good…!”

	“Take me Max! Fuck me all you want!” 

Her words of encouragement were exactly what the young man wanted to hear. He grabbed her hips and tried to build up a steady rhythm. He’d pull out just enough for some breathing room, only to come back a little harder. Again and again, the speed reached its apex, resulting in a steady constant plapping of his hips against her big ass. Peg whimpered and cried as she took him, already climaxing from the extended sexual loving. Pete’s best record was twenty seconds of hard sex or a “race to the finish” as he put it. Max has already beaten him handly. 

Every stroke hit the bottom of her stomach, stocking the already burning flames in her. She could see herself in her head; bent over, eagerly taking it as she tried not to cum too soon. Again and again, he kept fucking the climaxes out fo her. Every breath felt shorter as she tried to gather herself, only for Max to knock the wind out of her. 

Five minutes with him felt like five hours of love making. Before she could even get used to his rhythm, Max alternated, going for shorter, faster strokes. Peg had to grab a pillow to bite down and let her yell. 

	“I-I’m not hurting you am I?” clear worry in his voice. 

	“No! Oh god no! Don’t stop! Harder, Max! Harder!!”

So Max kept doing what he wanted. She felt so soft like velvet and as warm as a hot, pleasant summer day. He wanted more and she wanted more so he more than obliged. With all the power he can generate, Max railed the poor milf. Peg herself couldn’t stop herself from drooling. Over stimulation at a constant rate was more than she was used to. She cried out Max’s name over and over, practically clawing at the bed sheets, trying to let out just how good she felt. She drooled, staining the already messy bed. She didn’t care.  It joined the rest of their combined sexual fluids. The only good thing about this bed was it was the perfect place for her to be taken and her renouncement of her marriage vows to Pete. 

Max was viscous. He gave her no time to relax. Even as she clamped down on him, he kept going, sending thunder bolts from the tips of her hair down to the toes. He wasn’t aware of how much of a good job he was doing, how many times she climaxed in the last half hour. The bed rocked and creaked while every thrust might as well have been the first time Max penetrated her. 

She could barely control her own voice. If anyone walked by, they’d hear more high pitched, yells rather than her deeper demanding voice. She felt like a woman with the man who she loved.

	“Peg! I’m…!” His grip tightened, his thrusts became more erratic. 

	“Inside! Pump it all in me! Give me your baby!!”

The dirty talk turned out to be the Goofs weak spot. Hearing her begging sent him right over the edge. Peg’s vision went white as, for the second time, felt a deep mind numbing heat raid her body. The thick seed clung to her walls, squeezed out by her muscles and Max’s desires to breed her. One last thrust and Peg could feel every hot surge as he bottomed out, making her feel the whole process; his shaft thickening, the fat tip expanding and the throbs that ever seemed to end.

	“So… Much…” shuddered whispers managed to come out of her mouth. All she could focus on was how much young virile spunk flooded her unprotected baby maker. Max for his part could only focus on emptying his overeager balls into the woman he loves. How good did she feel? Was she okay with him doing this? Questions racked him but part of him knew she truly did love him. It wasn’t just an angry housewife and a young man. It wan’t just fucking or sex.

It was love making.

Max carefully pulled himself out, making her squeakin surprise as she felt so empty without him inside. Max fell onto the bed beside her and her tired hips finally gave out, letting her rest. They turned to look at each other, content smiles present on each other's face. 

	“I love you.” Max whispered, kissing her on the lips.

	“I love you Max. I love you so much.” She pulled him closer, burying his face between her face again. She couldn’t help but pet him, running her nails through his cute soft messy hair. His eyes fluttered as he tried to keep them awake. “It’s okay Max. Go to sleep. I’m right here. I’m right here.” Her soothing words caused him to finally give in and fall asleep in the warm, loving embrace. 

Peg wasn’t far behind. As she began to fall asleep, she couldn't help but envision what would happen in the coming months. The heat in her stomach flared up once more as she fell into unconsciousness.

Inside, Peg’s innocent egg was surrounded by an armada of Max’s sperm. Just like her mother, the egg happily accepted the gaggle of cute sperm eager to fertilize her. Many of them pushed, prodded and tried to be the one to make it inside. In a hard fought war between them all and her egg, Peg was gifted with one victor who managed to swim its way inside. 

Then another egg seemed to appear, ready to be ravished by the many eager Goof’s ready to have another chance…

The following months were somewhat normal. After Pete and their kids returned, he was far more on the placid side. The moment Peg showed any kind of negativity towards his attitude, he backed down and listened to her without worry. 

Things between Max and Peg however… 

The two of them were becoming much closer. If it wasn’t just talking to each other more frequently, they’d have secret sexual meet ups where they’d catch up on lost time. PJ and Pistol, completely unaware of what's going on between them. Once when PJ and Max were playing a game, Peg called him over for help “cooking” and gave him a handjob just behind the kitchen counter, just inches away. After getting her reward, Peg licked the entire contents, walking up to the boys she cleaned her hands.

Whenever the two of them could get some alone time together, Max bred her as many times as they could get away with. The lovers would hide away and engage in risky sex. The thrill of being seen, being caught was just another layer of delight in their loving cake. 

Onr mornin, Max came over while Peg got ready for work. Pete, PJ and Pistol were all asleep but she was up early getting ready to go out. He surprised her with an early morning quickie. Bent over the counter and her pants pulled down, Max pounded her like she was a slab of meat. What should have been five minutes, turned to nearly fifteen. Only a minute into her climax, a half asleep and groggy Pete came down, surprising the both of them. He mumbled something about Goofy and him going fishing with the boys next week as he wandered over to the fridge, unaware of the young Goof stored away just behind his wife. Peg’s face was as flushed as her favorite shirt, trying to hide her partially pulled down pants and the dripping contents between her legs.

Kissing her once on the cheek, he wished his wife a good day before heading back to bed with a tall glass of orange juice in hand.

Overtime, they both grew more Bold. First it was their homes. Then in a shady hotel they both had access to and would come to during the late nights on weekends. Once, the two of them spent 2 hours in a bush at the local park, almost being caught by a few kids who heard them.

The passing months soon lead to the obvious results. Peg’s belly slowly swelled. When they were alone, Max would run his hands over her tummy, feeling the swell of life inside her. Soon enough, she couldn’t hide the healthy baby girl that she’d soon bring into the world. When PJ and Pistol heard, they were beyond ecstatic. 

When Max “first heard” about the pregnancy in front of everyone, Peg asked him to give her belly a touch. Every time he’d put his hand on her, she had to bite her lip to resist asking him to go ahead and give her another daughter. Throughout the whole process, Max never stopped showing her in love. He helped her around the house, kissed her whenever they were alone and worshiped her body like she does whenever she gets down to his cock. The nervous young man she knew had transformed into a confidant, loving partner that never failed to show how much he loved her, even while pregnant with his child. 

One late night as they made love, Max thought he heard Pete’s car coming up, as it was around the time he’d come home. 

	“Oh you don’t need to worry about that Max.” she reassured him as she turned to look at him as he took her from behind again in bed. “Remember when Pete and I left for a couple days and I came back?”

	“Longest few days in my life.” this earned a small love hip bump from her as he laughed.

	“Then this will make you extremely happy then. Me and Pete aren’t together anymore. The house, the car; everything's mine now.” She could feel Max harden further inside her. “That means we have more room and plenty of time to be together. Especially with our daughter.” Peg looked at the newly occupied crib sitting just a few feet away from the bed. Seeing their twin babies Page and Peace sleeping soundly made her want to give them a younger sibling all the sooner.“Just a few more years. We can be married. Don’t worry, I’ll be faithful to you, always.”

Peg pulled away to face Max on her knees. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him close and turning for a kiss.

	“I’ll always be here for you Peg. I love you.”

The two shared one more deep, intimate kiss. His hands around her hips, while his throbbing cock pressing up against her soon to be plump belly. They were excited to get baby number three on the way soon enough and build a bigger family.

END