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Pokemon › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
2,589
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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Pokemon: Journies
Hoenn Chapter 1:
A New Start
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
So, this is the Pokemon Project. Myself and two other authors (who shall introduce themselves, I reckon) are doing a Joint Writing Project. The goal? To provide a fanfiction detailing the stories of the games, from beginning to end, without the anime getting in the mix.
The stories' moods and themes will differ from author to author. Those of you familiar with my reasonably popular Suikoden Fanfic that I put here under my regular name, Firebrand will be familiar with how I like to do fanfictions--as is, I prefer a campier, more "to-the-point" style. Still, since this is a fanfiction, I'll likely take the time to do some new stuff too, experiment with styles. So, sit back, and enjoy the first chapter of the Hoenn chronicles.
The other regions will appear in other chapters--by other authors.
END AUTHOR'S NOTE
Moving to a new place is hard. When you leave behind all you know, all your friends and come to a new land, it’s not easy to feel comfortable. I never have had to move a lot, but I’ve moved enough. Enough times to be sick of it. Usually we just went from place to place through Johto, and once in Kanto. But at least I was on the same continent as all my old school friends.
Now? Now I’m moving all the way to the South! To a whole new continent! Some tropical place…called Hoenn. What did I do to deserve this? And, more importantly…why am I stuck back here with all the STUFF? Seriously, who forces their only child to ride with the heavy crates! My ass is so sore, I bet I am not gonna shit right for a week!
* * *
Brandon was not a particularly unique sort of guy, in his mind at least. Sure, he was not bad looking, he had a relatively healthy go-getter attitude, and from what little experience he had in the matter, he was naturally gifted in raising Pokemon. This final thing was, to him, no big surprise. After all, his father was one of the most famous trainers in all of Johto—the only man who had ever beaten the Gym Leader Whitney on her own terms.
Nevertheless, Brandon would not be the one to expect unusual things to happen to him. He was quite content with normal grades, normal friends, normal…everything. Normal. That’s a good word for him. Hell, his father was Norman—the Normal-type Gym Leader. He was, effectively, the heir to the master of normality.
Who on earth is the master of normality? What sort of title is that? Those kinds of thoughts trouble Brandon. They were a bit too…abnormal…and made him feel uneasy. Things in Johto are very slow, very calm…very normal. He never had to worry about much excitement there—not after the big Team Rocket incident some years ago. No, Johto was a peaceful, placid place. He didn’t actually expect Hoenn to be much different.
He’d arrived in the morning, around 10:00, and thanks to the Machoke Moving Company’s helpful In-House Moving Service, he didn’t have a lot to do. The town they had moved to was a backwater little place called Littleroot. As it turns out, they could’ve moved to the larger, more prosperous Petalburg, but Norman was good friends with a local celebrity in the area, whom he had wanted his son to learn from. The celebrity’s name…it was, like, Professor Birch or something like that. His lab was in Littleroot, and was effectively the only thing of any interest.
This was a little disappointing, but hey—it was a normal town. Brandon liked normal things…right?
Yes indeed, nothing exciting would EVER happen in a little podunk, backwater redneck town like Littleroot. A bunch of normal people who are more surprised about how PCs can work and that they can store six Pokemon at a time than they are about the fact that they live pointless, empty lives. Yes, Littleroot town—the perfect place for the son of the Normal Master to live.
So then, if everything was so normal, how did it happen that Brandon was in another girl’s room, with her shorts at her ankles, and his hand shoved down her very pink, Igglybuff panties? There was a disconnect here---something didn’t make sense.
Her name was May, and this had all started when his mother, being a polite, accommodating sort of person, had instructed him to go over and introduce himself to the neighbors. As it turns out, they had moved right in next door to Professor Birch’s house. So, after trying to engage his excitement by forcing him to set a clock and look at his room, Brandon’s mother thought that he should be the family ambassador.
Seeing as how Dad was off in Petalburg setting up his new Gym, Brandon really had nothing better to do. So, off he went next door.
The house was clean. Not just clean, but clean-clean. So clean that it was clearly a torturous, unnecessary sort of clean—a clean that had been born out of desperation, boredom, and isolation. The cleaning that can only come from somebody who has too much time on their hands—and a psychological need to try and make things better, nicer—to take care and nurture things. Yes, it was the house of a desperate housewife, and Brandon could only imagine how depressed the bright, overly-cheerful and smiling woman that greeted him at the door to her super-clean house must be.
“We have a daughter about the same age as you.”
Oh, super. Is she also a source of abandonment and disappointment for you?
“Our daughter was excited about making a new friend.”
Can’t imagine why, seeing as how she lives in the smallest town on earth in the middle of the Pokemon World equivalent of Australia—the land down under, and away from every major source of civilization.
“Our daughter is upstairs, I think.”
You don’t know where your daughter is? Man, it sure is gonna be a terribly rude awakening for you when you find her in some bikeshop snorting Coco Berries off the back of a fat man named Rufio. That is, unless you snap and murder your entire family before that.
She invited him to go up and meet her daughter, and then resumed her smiling, stoic and sadly statuesque cleaning ritual, her eyes riveted at the blank TV as she mindlessly scrubbed at her kitchen table. Where is her husband?
Upstairs was a room identical to his own, except pinker. A cute girl sat at a computer, staring intensely at the screen, muttering to herself about Pokemon and Items. Brandon walked over to her—he didn’t mean to be silent, but the floor was so neatly furbished and well-taken care off that the boards didn’t even squeak. Then her noticed that this girl wasn’t wearing pants. A pair of shorts lay on her bed, neatly folded, ready to be put on, but she was just in her panties—small, obscenely girlish panties that most teenagers would be embarrassed to be wearing—or, at least, seen wearing.
She was rubbing at her crotch vigorously, licking her lips as she clicked at the screen. Brandon could see why—the computer was showcasing a new brand of “Pokemon Items”—a set of sex toys shaped like popular Pokemon. There was a Psyduck item that would pinch at nipples, there was a Magikarp enema-giving thing, and then…the screen stopped at the piece de resistance: a massive, ten inch long Gyarados vibrator. On the screen, the obscene device was swallowed by a pair of shaven, puffy pussy lips, and a soft, agonized moan rose up.
The moan wasn’t from the PC though. There were no speakers. No, the girl herself had made the moan as she pressed two fingers hard against her dampening panties, stimulating the very obvious mound that Brandon simply couldn’t stop himself from staring at. He was, naturally, hard as steel by this point, and so was in a bad position to defend his stealthy entrance when she suddenly turned around and looked at him.
“Huh? Who…who are you?”
Well, seeing as how they were both in reasonably embarrassing situations—his hard-on was practically ripping out of his pants—he just told her his name. She nodded, her voice remarkably calm.
“So, you’re Brandon. Y-your move was today. Um…I’m May.”
He tried to apologize, but she stopped him with a shushing noise and raised a finger to her lips. A smirk was there—a smirk?
“Glad to meet you.”
She stood up and stretched—her T-shirt rose up just enough to show off her smooth navel, her skin nicely tanned. Her breasts bounced as she got up and popped her shoulders, and she slinked up to him, arms running up his own.
“I…I have this dream of becoming…friends…with Pokemon all over the world.”
She chuckled and cast a guilty eye back at the PC screen. Her voice was low—not a whisper, but just…low. He was having trouble hearing her.
“I…I heard about you…Brandon, from my dad…Professor Birch.”
She bit at her lower lip, and began to guide him towards her, settling him into her chair. She was talking as she ran a hand over his shirt, sliding the strap of his bag over his shoulder and setting it on the floor. Her hand then moved up his shirt, and he gasped in surprise as her cold fingers pressed against his stomach.
“I was hoping…that you would be nice, Brandon…”
She was in his lap, and her other hand took his, moving it to her own stomach, and then lower…and lower…resting at the hem of her panties.
“…and that we could be…friends…”
He gasped again as she slid his hand down her panties, and he got the hint. He rubbed two fingers tentatively against her already wet pussy, his face red. She frowned a bit.
“Oh, this…is…mm…silly…isn’t it? I…I’ve only…ahh….j…just met you…Brandon.”
He nodded once, but didn’t stop rubbing. Feeling a little braver in the situation, his finger pushed inside her. She shivered and licked her lips, panting, her face as red as his. He slowly inched his finger in and out, feeling her juices coat his digit. She smiled and released his hand, stroking his cheek with it instead, her other hand moving down his stomach to his own pants.
They didn’t talk or kiss…she grabbed his bulging crotch and began to slide her hand up and down it, fingers teasing at the hard shaft inside, and he fingered her contendedly, unsure of what else to do. She began to pant louder and louder, her soft breaths turning to harsh gasps, and she closed her eyes. He moved his other hand and grabbed one of her breasts testingly, and she let him.
He began to squeeze and knead it, and her body bobbed up and down on his lap, his finger pushing in and out faster now. He found something—he wasn’t sure what it was, but it was small and hard—and he pressed against it curiously. She let out a shrill squeak and through her head back, letting out a breathy wail—louder than before, but still secretively low—and then relaxed. He felt his entire hand get soaked in her pussy juices, and blushed even more.
“Maaaaay! Don’t forget, your father wanted your help today!”
Her mother's voice proved to be something of a mood breaker.
She swore and pulled his hand out of her panties, leaping off the chair, swearing. He blinked, holding his cum-covered hand in front of him in a surprised stillness.
“Shit! I was supposed to go help Dad catch some wild Pokemon!”
She was pulling her shorts on, and her shirt too, still breathless from her orgasm. Once she managed to dress herself though, she stopped and turned to face him. She was smiling again, and walked over, taking his hand and licking her cum off his finger slowly. She smacked her lips and kissed him on the forehead, winking at him.
“Brandon, I’ll catch you later!”
She dashed out the door, and he sat there for awhile, a bit surprised. No, not a bit surprised. A LOT surprised. That was…unexpected. He found some tissues near the computer and cleaned off his hand before picking up his bag and heading downstairs.
Ok, maybe Littleroot wasn’t as normal as he thought. If this was what abnormality was like, though…hell…he wasn’t complaining.
* * *
Downstairs, the house was still clean. May’s mother watched him as he passed, and he smiled politely at her. Trying to think of what to say, he was surprised when she spoke first, standing as she did so. She looked, actually, a lot like her daughter—she was taller, and had a larger build, but for a woman in her 40’s, she was in excellent shape.
“Oh, where has my husband gone? Just when…Brandon was…visiting too…”
She suddenly smiled craftily, and walked over to him, her hips
swaying side to side. His eyes widened, and he turned bright red. Oh shit, she isn’t going to…
“That man can never sit still for long…he might be at his Lab.”
She scowled suddenly, lost in thought.
“Always in his lab, always in the field, always, always, always. Stays out all night, all day, for weeks at a time, just him and his aides—I never saw him for monthes after our honeymoon, and then May was born and he was never there either, always “researching” or hanging out with his stupid friends doing their stupid experiments—he loves those Pokemon more than he loves me! And now that May is older, she’s trying to be just like him—leaving me all alone in this big, empty house to go and camp out in the woods with her stupid, sicko father who just neglects me—me! Why? What did I do? Why did I deserve this? I tried to love him, but he only loves his JOB and those…those freaky…things! Those damn Pokemon! Maybe I’m ugly! Maybe he thinks I’m ugly!
She untied her apron and tossed it onto the table. She wore a plain brown dress that zipped up from the back. She unzipped part of it and pulled it forward, letting it fall off, revealing her massive—DD’s at least—massive breasts, contained in a surprisingly skimpy red-lace bra. She sniffled, tears in her eyes as she looked at Brandon.
“Am I ugly? Does this sicken you?”
No, no of course not. There was no other answer to give. First of all, he was horny, and she WAS pretty hot, even if she was much older than him. Second of all, if he said yes, he was sure she’d flip out and kill him. She giggled, blushing, and turned around.
“Can you help me out of this dress, young man?”
He walked over obediently, grabbing the dress by the sides and slowly easing it down her curvy hips. Past them, it fell on its own. She was wearing lacy red panties, matching her bra, and they were see-through. He could see her nice, plump but not fat, ass and, as she turned around, her trimmed, but not shaven pussy. She licked her lips and smiled at him.
“Do you like what you see, young man?”
He didn’t really say anything—she was pulling him closer, and sitting
on the table. Her legs crossed behind his own, and she began to undo his pants.
“Mmm…now now…you can stay a little longer, can’t you?”
Oh. Yeah. I can stay longer. I’m pretty fucking sure I can stay longer.
She kissed him on the lips, and he was sold. He’d kissed before, but that had been it—now, though, a much older woman’s tongue was in his mouth, and she was pulling his pants off, and he was ready. His tongue met hers and they danced sloppily. Neither cared—he didn’t because he had no clue how else to care, and she didn’t because she was horny enough to fuck a Rhyhorn at this point.
She broke the kiss reluctantly, undoing her bra. Her fingers fumbled at it, but she managed to get it off and toss it aside. Her nipples were wide, like dark saucers, and fully erect. He grabbed her breasts instinctively, his hands kneading and squeezing them. She grinned, enjoying the attention, squeezing at his boxers.
“Mmm…you shouldn’t wear these…constricting…undergarments…you’re rather big for your age…”
He moaned softly, and she pushed his head forward, towards her cleavage. He understood immediately, and began to suck on her breasts. His tongue ran along her nipples, teasing the hardened nubs. She moaned again, gasping as he sucked, his hands running down her hips.
He took the straps of her panties and began to tug them down, taking a rare initiative. She moaned and helped him, kicking them down her legs, so that the damp panties hung loosely from her ankle. He continued to suckle her tits as she slid a hand inside his boxers and pulled his fully hard, eight inch cock out.
“Ooo…baby…now that’s what I like my neighbors to bring me…”
She began to pump it, and precum oozed onto her hands. Of course he was close—he was a virgin, after all. She needed him anyway—it didn’t matter at this point. She hadn’t had sex in eight years. She needed him.
She spanked him on the ass, and he bucked forward, his cock burrowing into her snatch. There was a pause, and then he let out a loud gasp, unused to the feeling. She was so tight…she really must not have sex a lot…his cock throbbed inside her, hungry to go deeper, and he fed that hunger with thrusts, harder and harder thrusts.
She fell back, splayed out on the kitchen table as her young neighbor fucked her, his cock pounding her pussy mercilessly. His hands squeezed her hips as he pushed in and out, his face red, his breath ragged and hard, his eyes mostly closed. She panted out his name, whining, begging for more, and he did all he could not to cum.
It was, of course, impossible to hold out much longer, and she knew it. She sat up, kissing him again, their lips meeting, passion sparking between them like lightning in a cloud. Her tongue and his swirled about each other like mating Ekans, and she reached down, a hand cupping his balls, and she squeezed them just enough.
He came hard, arching back in a strangled cry. His hot, sticky seed erupted inside her, filling her to the brim with his hot, sticky cum, pumping her for all he was worth. The frothy, slick cream oozed between their clenched thighs and dripped onto the table with an audible splatter. She panted, far from satisfied, but happily sated.
She let him dress, though she rewarded his efforts with kisses and cajoles and loving names. Once he was dressed, and she was…mostly dressed…she sat on a chair and they stared at each other for awhile. He broke the awkwardness by kissing her again, softly, tenderly, and once again, their passion was ignited.
She fell to her knees and unzipped his pants, despite herself. He said he had to go, his mom would be worried, but she didn’t want to have him leave without getting to taste a cock again. She freed his once-again hard member and placed her lips around his head, and then proceeded to give Brandon his first blowjob.
She run a tongue up each side of the shaft, and then pushed it up into his cockhole just a little, tasting his sweet precum hungrily. She took the cock inside her mouth next, inch by inch, her tongue ravaging it every step of the way.
He held her head to steady himself as she sucked him, and soon all eight inches had been taken in by her hungry mouth. She bobbed up and down, lathering the cock with her tongue, and her hands squeezed his ass teasingly. She pulled off his cock and began to suck at his balls next, her lips wrapping around one, then the other, and she let his moans drive her onward.
She took him once more in her mouth and began to hum softly, vibrating her tongue against his cock. He let out louder and louder moans, bucking his hips against her, and finally came a second time, his seed pumping into her mouth, oozing down her lips. She swallowed gratefully, graciously accepting his cum, and she let him zip up, kissing him once more on the lips. He could taste himself on her tongue, and the taste stayed with him as he went on home.
* * *
He found his mom and a satisfied looking Machoke finishing up the packing. She asked him where he’d been, he’s been gone almost two hours.
Oh, you know. Just…meetin’ the neighbors.
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
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Now, I'll leave you to your reviews, and let the other authors put up their chapters. I *DO* hope you enjoyed it--it was rather fun to write.
END AUTHOR'S NOTE
A New Start
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
So, this is the Pokemon Project. Myself and two other authors (who shall introduce themselves, I reckon) are doing a Joint Writing Project. The goal? To provide a fanfiction detailing the stories of the games, from beginning to end, without the anime getting in the mix.
The stories' moods and themes will differ from author to author. Those of you familiar with my reasonably popular Suikoden Fanfic that I put here under my regular name, Firebrand will be familiar with how I like to do fanfictions--as is, I prefer a campier, more "to-the-point" style. Still, since this is a fanfiction, I'll likely take the time to do some new stuff too, experiment with styles. So, sit back, and enjoy the first chapter of the Hoenn chronicles.
The other regions will appear in other chapters--by other authors.
END AUTHOR'S NOTE
Moving to a new place is hard. When you leave behind all you know, all your friends and come to a new land, it’s not easy to feel comfortable. I never have had to move a lot, but I’ve moved enough. Enough times to be sick of it. Usually we just went from place to place through Johto, and once in Kanto. But at least I was on the same continent as all my old school friends.
Now? Now I’m moving all the way to the South! To a whole new continent! Some tropical place…called Hoenn. What did I do to deserve this? And, more importantly…why am I stuck back here with all the STUFF? Seriously, who forces their only child to ride with the heavy crates! My ass is so sore, I bet I am not gonna shit right for a week!
* * *
Brandon was not a particularly unique sort of guy, in his mind at least. Sure, he was not bad looking, he had a relatively healthy go-getter attitude, and from what little experience he had in the matter, he was naturally gifted in raising Pokemon. This final thing was, to him, no big surprise. After all, his father was one of the most famous trainers in all of Johto—the only man who had ever beaten the Gym Leader Whitney on her own terms.
Nevertheless, Brandon would not be the one to expect unusual things to happen to him. He was quite content with normal grades, normal friends, normal…everything. Normal. That’s a good word for him. Hell, his father was Norman—the Normal-type Gym Leader. He was, effectively, the heir to the master of normality.
Who on earth is the master of normality? What sort of title is that? Those kinds of thoughts trouble Brandon. They were a bit too…abnormal…and made him feel uneasy. Things in Johto are very slow, very calm…very normal. He never had to worry about much excitement there—not after the big Team Rocket incident some years ago. No, Johto was a peaceful, placid place. He didn’t actually expect Hoenn to be much different.
He’d arrived in the morning, around 10:00, and thanks to the Machoke Moving Company’s helpful In-House Moving Service, he didn’t have a lot to do. The town they had moved to was a backwater little place called Littleroot. As it turns out, they could’ve moved to the larger, more prosperous Petalburg, but Norman was good friends with a local celebrity in the area, whom he had wanted his son to learn from. The celebrity’s name…it was, like, Professor Birch or something like that. His lab was in Littleroot, and was effectively the only thing of any interest.
This was a little disappointing, but hey—it was a normal town. Brandon liked normal things…right?
Yes indeed, nothing exciting would EVER happen in a little podunk, backwater redneck town like Littleroot. A bunch of normal people who are more surprised about how PCs can work and that they can store six Pokemon at a time than they are about the fact that they live pointless, empty lives. Yes, Littleroot town—the perfect place for the son of the Normal Master to live.
So then, if everything was so normal, how did it happen that Brandon was in another girl’s room, with her shorts at her ankles, and his hand shoved down her very pink, Igglybuff panties? There was a disconnect here---something didn’t make sense.
Her name was May, and this had all started when his mother, being a polite, accommodating sort of person, had instructed him to go over and introduce himself to the neighbors. As it turns out, they had moved right in next door to Professor Birch’s house. So, after trying to engage his excitement by forcing him to set a clock and look at his room, Brandon’s mother thought that he should be the family ambassador.
Seeing as how Dad was off in Petalburg setting up his new Gym, Brandon really had nothing better to do. So, off he went next door.
The house was clean. Not just clean, but clean-clean. So clean that it was clearly a torturous, unnecessary sort of clean—a clean that had been born out of desperation, boredom, and isolation. The cleaning that can only come from somebody who has too much time on their hands—and a psychological need to try and make things better, nicer—to take care and nurture things. Yes, it was the house of a desperate housewife, and Brandon could only imagine how depressed the bright, overly-cheerful and smiling woman that greeted him at the door to her super-clean house must be.
“We have a daughter about the same age as you.”
Oh, super. Is she also a source of abandonment and disappointment for you?
“Our daughter was excited about making a new friend.”
Can’t imagine why, seeing as how she lives in the smallest town on earth in the middle of the Pokemon World equivalent of Australia—the land down under, and away from every major source of civilization.
“Our daughter is upstairs, I think.”
You don’t know where your daughter is? Man, it sure is gonna be a terribly rude awakening for you when you find her in some bikeshop snorting Coco Berries off the back of a fat man named Rufio. That is, unless you snap and murder your entire family before that.
She invited him to go up and meet her daughter, and then resumed her smiling, stoic and sadly statuesque cleaning ritual, her eyes riveted at the blank TV as she mindlessly scrubbed at her kitchen table. Where is her husband?
Upstairs was a room identical to his own, except pinker. A cute girl sat at a computer, staring intensely at the screen, muttering to herself about Pokemon and Items. Brandon walked over to her—he didn’t mean to be silent, but the floor was so neatly furbished and well-taken care off that the boards didn’t even squeak. Then her noticed that this girl wasn’t wearing pants. A pair of shorts lay on her bed, neatly folded, ready to be put on, but she was just in her panties—small, obscenely girlish panties that most teenagers would be embarrassed to be wearing—or, at least, seen wearing.
She was rubbing at her crotch vigorously, licking her lips as she clicked at the screen. Brandon could see why—the computer was showcasing a new brand of “Pokemon Items”—a set of sex toys shaped like popular Pokemon. There was a Psyduck item that would pinch at nipples, there was a Magikarp enema-giving thing, and then…the screen stopped at the piece de resistance: a massive, ten inch long Gyarados vibrator. On the screen, the obscene device was swallowed by a pair of shaven, puffy pussy lips, and a soft, agonized moan rose up.
The moan wasn’t from the PC though. There were no speakers. No, the girl herself had made the moan as she pressed two fingers hard against her dampening panties, stimulating the very obvious mound that Brandon simply couldn’t stop himself from staring at. He was, naturally, hard as steel by this point, and so was in a bad position to defend his stealthy entrance when she suddenly turned around and looked at him.
“Huh? Who…who are you?”
Well, seeing as how they were both in reasonably embarrassing situations—his hard-on was practically ripping out of his pants—he just told her his name. She nodded, her voice remarkably calm.
“So, you’re Brandon. Y-your move was today. Um…I’m May.”
He tried to apologize, but she stopped him with a shushing noise and raised a finger to her lips. A smirk was there—a smirk?
“Glad to meet you.”
She stood up and stretched—her T-shirt rose up just enough to show off her smooth navel, her skin nicely tanned. Her breasts bounced as she got up and popped her shoulders, and she slinked up to him, arms running up his own.
“I…I have this dream of becoming…friends…with Pokemon all over the world.”
She chuckled and cast a guilty eye back at the PC screen. Her voice was low—not a whisper, but just…low. He was having trouble hearing her.
“I…I heard about you…Brandon, from my dad…Professor Birch.”
She bit at her lower lip, and began to guide him towards her, settling him into her chair. She was talking as she ran a hand over his shirt, sliding the strap of his bag over his shoulder and setting it on the floor. Her hand then moved up his shirt, and he gasped in surprise as her cold fingers pressed against his stomach.
“I was hoping…that you would be nice, Brandon…”
She was in his lap, and her other hand took his, moving it to her own stomach, and then lower…and lower…resting at the hem of her panties.
“…and that we could be…friends…”
He gasped again as she slid his hand down her panties, and he got the hint. He rubbed two fingers tentatively against her already wet pussy, his face red. She frowned a bit.
“Oh, this…is…mm…silly…isn’t it? I…I’ve only…ahh….j…just met you…Brandon.”
He nodded once, but didn’t stop rubbing. Feeling a little braver in the situation, his finger pushed inside her. She shivered and licked her lips, panting, her face as red as his. He slowly inched his finger in and out, feeling her juices coat his digit. She smiled and released his hand, stroking his cheek with it instead, her other hand moving down his stomach to his own pants.
They didn’t talk or kiss…she grabbed his bulging crotch and began to slide her hand up and down it, fingers teasing at the hard shaft inside, and he fingered her contendedly, unsure of what else to do. She began to pant louder and louder, her soft breaths turning to harsh gasps, and she closed her eyes. He moved his other hand and grabbed one of her breasts testingly, and she let him.
He began to squeeze and knead it, and her body bobbed up and down on his lap, his finger pushing in and out faster now. He found something—he wasn’t sure what it was, but it was small and hard—and he pressed against it curiously. She let out a shrill squeak and through her head back, letting out a breathy wail—louder than before, but still secretively low—and then relaxed. He felt his entire hand get soaked in her pussy juices, and blushed even more.
“Maaaaay! Don’t forget, your father wanted your help today!”
Her mother's voice proved to be something of a mood breaker.
She swore and pulled his hand out of her panties, leaping off the chair, swearing. He blinked, holding his cum-covered hand in front of him in a surprised stillness.
“Shit! I was supposed to go help Dad catch some wild Pokemon!”
She was pulling her shorts on, and her shirt too, still breathless from her orgasm. Once she managed to dress herself though, she stopped and turned to face him. She was smiling again, and walked over, taking his hand and licking her cum off his finger slowly. She smacked her lips and kissed him on the forehead, winking at him.
“Brandon, I’ll catch you later!”
She dashed out the door, and he sat there for awhile, a bit surprised. No, not a bit surprised. A LOT surprised. That was…unexpected. He found some tissues near the computer and cleaned off his hand before picking up his bag and heading downstairs.
Ok, maybe Littleroot wasn’t as normal as he thought. If this was what abnormality was like, though…hell…he wasn’t complaining.
* * *
Downstairs, the house was still clean. May’s mother watched him as he passed, and he smiled politely at her. Trying to think of what to say, he was surprised when she spoke first, standing as she did so. She looked, actually, a lot like her daughter—she was taller, and had a larger build, but for a woman in her 40’s, she was in excellent shape.
“Oh, where has my husband gone? Just when…Brandon was…visiting too…”
She suddenly smiled craftily, and walked over to him, her hips
swaying side to side. His eyes widened, and he turned bright red. Oh shit, she isn’t going to…
“That man can never sit still for long…he might be at his Lab.”
She scowled suddenly, lost in thought.
“Always in his lab, always in the field, always, always, always. Stays out all night, all day, for weeks at a time, just him and his aides—I never saw him for monthes after our honeymoon, and then May was born and he was never there either, always “researching” or hanging out with his stupid friends doing their stupid experiments—he loves those Pokemon more than he loves me! And now that May is older, she’s trying to be just like him—leaving me all alone in this big, empty house to go and camp out in the woods with her stupid, sicko father who just neglects me—me! Why? What did I do? Why did I deserve this? I tried to love him, but he only loves his JOB and those…those freaky…things! Those damn Pokemon! Maybe I’m ugly! Maybe he thinks I’m ugly!
She untied her apron and tossed it onto the table. She wore a plain brown dress that zipped up from the back. She unzipped part of it and pulled it forward, letting it fall off, revealing her massive—DD’s at least—massive breasts, contained in a surprisingly skimpy red-lace bra. She sniffled, tears in her eyes as she looked at Brandon.
“Am I ugly? Does this sicken you?”
No, no of course not. There was no other answer to give. First of all, he was horny, and she WAS pretty hot, even if she was much older than him. Second of all, if he said yes, he was sure she’d flip out and kill him. She giggled, blushing, and turned around.
“Can you help me out of this dress, young man?”
He walked over obediently, grabbing the dress by the sides and slowly easing it down her curvy hips. Past them, it fell on its own. She was wearing lacy red panties, matching her bra, and they were see-through. He could see her nice, plump but not fat, ass and, as she turned around, her trimmed, but not shaven pussy. She licked her lips and smiled at him.
“Do you like what you see, young man?”
He didn’t really say anything—she was pulling him closer, and sitting
on the table. Her legs crossed behind his own, and she began to undo his pants.
“Mmm…now now…you can stay a little longer, can’t you?”
Oh. Yeah. I can stay longer. I’m pretty fucking sure I can stay longer.
She kissed him on the lips, and he was sold. He’d kissed before, but that had been it—now, though, a much older woman’s tongue was in his mouth, and she was pulling his pants off, and he was ready. His tongue met hers and they danced sloppily. Neither cared—he didn’t because he had no clue how else to care, and she didn’t because she was horny enough to fuck a Rhyhorn at this point.
She broke the kiss reluctantly, undoing her bra. Her fingers fumbled at it, but she managed to get it off and toss it aside. Her nipples were wide, like dark saucers, and fully erect. He grabbed her breasts instinctively, his hands kneading and squeezing them. She grinned, enjoying the attention, squeezing at his boxers.
“Mmm…you shouldn’t wear these…constricting…undergarments…you’re rather big for your age…”
He moaned softly, and she pushed his head forward, towards her cleavage. He understood immediately, and began to suck on her breasts. His tongue ran along her nipples, teasing the hardened nubs. She moaned again, gasping as he sucked, his hands running down her hips.
He took the straps of her panties and began to tug them down, taking a rare initiative. She moaned and helped him, kicking them down her legs, so that the damp panties hung loosely from her ankle. He continued to suckle her tits as she slid a hand inside his boxers and pulled his fully hard, eight inch cock out.
“Ooo…baby…now that’s what I like my neighbors to bring me…”
She began to pump it, and precum oozed onto her hands. Of course he was close—he was a virgin, after all. She needed him anyway—it didn’t matter at this point. She hadn’t had sex in eight years. She needed him.
She spanked him on the ass, and he bucked forward, his cock burrowing into her snatch. There was a pause, and then he let out a loud gasp, unused to the feeling. She was so tight…she really must not have sex a lot…his cock throbbed inside her, hungry to go deeper, and he fed that hunger with thrusts, harder and harder thrusts.
She fell back, splayed out on the kitchen table as her young neighbor fucked her, his cock pounding her pussy mercilessly. His hands squeezed her hips as he pushed in and out, his face red, his breath ragged and hard, his eyes mostly closed. She panted out his name, whining, begging for more, and he did all he could not to cum.
It was, of course, impossible to hold out much longer, and she knew it. She sat up, kissing him again, their lips meeting, passion sparking between them like lightning in a cloud. Her tongue and his swirled about each other like mating Ekans, and she reached down, a hand cupping his balls, and she squeezed them just enough.
He came hard, arching back in a strangled cry. His hot, sticky seed erupted inside her, filling her to the brim with his hot, sticky cum, pumping her for all he was worth. The frothy, slick cream oozed between their clenched thighs and dripped onto the table with an audible splatter. She panted, far from satisfied, but happily sated.
She let him dress, though she rewarded his efforts with kisses and cajoles and loving names. Once he was dressed, and she was…mostly dressed…she sat on a chair and they stared at each other for awhile. He broke the awkwardness by kissing her again, softly, tenderly, and once again, their passion was ignited.
She fell to her knees and unzipped his pants, despite herself. He said he had to go, his mom would be worried, but she didn’t want to have him leave without getting to taste a cock again. She freed his once-again hard member and placed her lips around his head, and then proceeded to give Brandon his first blowjob.
She run a tongue up each side of the shaft, and then pushed it up into his cockhole just a little, tasting his sweet precum hungrily. She took the cock inside her mouth next, inch by inch, her tongue ravaging it every step of the way.
He held her head to steady himself as she sucked him, and soon all eight inches had been taken in by her hungry mouth. She bobbed up and down, lathering the cock with her tongue, and her hands squeezed his ass teasingly. She pulled off his cock and began to suck at his balls next, her lips wrapping around one, then the other, and she let his moans drive her onward.
She took him once more in her mouth and began to hum softly, vibrating her tongue against his cock. He let out louder and louder moans, bucking his hips against her, and finally came a second time, his seed pumping into her mouth, oozing down her lips. She swallowed gratefully, graciously accepting his cum, and she let him zip up, kissing him once more on the lips. He could taste himself on her tongue, and the taste stayed with him as he went on home.
* * *
He found his mom and a satisfied looking Machoke finishing up the packing. She asked him where he’d been, he’s been gone almost two hours.
Oh, you know. Just…meetin’ the neighbors.
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