Enos the Penis, ch 3: Mrs. Nelson's Cherry Pie

Written by Baron Darkside

Marta Nelson was standing at the sink, her hands in the soapy water when Enos came strolling into the kitchen. As was his habit, he hadn't bothered to knock, but Marta didn't seem to mind.

"Morning Enos," she said, knowing the sound of his little footsteps as he stepped up behind her.

"Good morning, Mrs. Nelson," he quipped back at her. "Whatcha doing?"

"Just cleaning up," she said, running the dishrag over a pie pan.

"Boy, something smells good," Enos chirped. "I just finished baking Mr. Nelson a cherry pie. Would you like a piece?"

"A piece of this?" he asked, reaching out and lifting the back of her dress to reveal her big, round ass that was encased in a pair of sheer, lace-edged panties.

"ENOS MICKEL!" she shrieked, dropping the pan and rag into the water and reaching around behind herself to shove her dress back down over her ass.

But as she did, she splashed water all down the front of her dress.

"What in the world are you doing?" she shrieked at him.

"I just wanted to see if you were wearing any panties," he snickered as she turned around to face him with an angry look on her scowling face. "My Mom doesn't wear them sometimes . . ."

Marta's little round glasses were steamed over and her chunky face was bright red as she stared down at the little boy. She was in a state of shock! Her lips were working up and down, but no words were coming out of her mouth.

"Your panties are real pretty, Mrs. Nelson," he told her, his freckled face beaming up at her. "With all that lace and stuff . . ."

"Your . . . your mother . . . Alicia doesn't . . . doesn't wear panties . . . " Marta was finally able to choke out. "And . . . and she lets you . . . lets you look up her dress . . . and . . . and see her?"

"Hell, yes!" he said, grinning from ear to ear, staring at where her crotch would be under her dress. "And she lets me see her pussy! It's a real pretty one."

"Oh, dear, me," Marta gasped again, blushing even brighter, if that were possible.

"Does yours have hair around it?" he asked, starting to reach for the hem of her dress again. "Mom's used to have hair around hers, but she shaved it off so she could show me where everything is . . . "

"Oh, for Heaven's sake . . ." Marta muttered, clutching at her gigantic bosom with her hand as she stared down at Enos in stunned disbelief. "You-you stay right here . . . I'm going to go change my dress and then we're going to go have a little talk with your mother!"

"I don't think that would be a good idea," Enos snickered, watching her turn and start toward her bedroom. "She's busy right now . . ."

"Busy?" Marta croaked, stopping for a moment and looking back at him.

"Yeah, she's busy . . ." he giggled. "Mr. Nelson is visiting! And Mom told me she didn't want to be interrupted . . . "

This time Marta grabbed at her mammoth bosom with both hands again as her mouth flew open wide enough to drive a freight train through and her eyes bugged out at least six inches.

"George-George and Alicia!" she gasped, her face turning beet red.

"Yeah, and Mr. Nelson gave me five dollars to go to the candy store," he crowed, digging his pudgy little hand down into the pocket of his little red overalls and bringing out a crumpled five dollar bill. "And Mom told me to play out in my clubhouse when I get back. I think they're fucking."

"Fucking! Damn it!" she cursed when she was able to start breathing again.

Still clutching her tits, she staggered over to the pantry and threw the door open. ......(cont)

.......Read the entire Enos the Penis, ch 3: Mrs. Nelson's Cherry Pie ....written by Baron Darkside.
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This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.


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