Joan was a woman at our church. You know the type. Every church has one, the repeated
do-gooder. She has a hand in everything, teaching the kids, help senior, investment firm fostering, donut and coffee and anything else.

I am not sure when I started to be interested in her and certainly not sure why. She had that used to be hot looking at but was really 40 and frumpish. But there was that smile and she was manpower on. I remember the firstly sentence she put her deal on my shoulder, I got that feeling, tingling.

Her hairsbreadth is berm duration but doesn't do anything, it either needs to be washed or just washed and hanging there. Her body has little too a lot her and a little to much. Her breasts look pretty large.
Her butt is a trivial full and the second joint are chunky. Her aspect is cute for her age but never made up.

I think it was an interestingness in a used-to-be. Hard to describe really. Just a lot of phantasy going on.
I mean what was she like when she was 13 ? 18 ?

It started as a fiddling oddment but became a full obsession. I would go to church when I knew she was there. I joined a club that she moderated, hung around for the free cookies in the cellar. I found out where she lived and would beat back by her house.

My boys started to realise something was going on. I have three sons in their late adolescent and ahead of time twenties, Terry, Barry and Tom. terry 21 noticed my change in deportment. I guess it was no secret to them.
AT breakfast one day. -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -
Dad, what is up with Christian church all of sudden.
Looks like he is keeping up on proficient old Joan.
Milf action Dad ?
I didn't know what to say.
The boys just laughed and smiled.

About a workweek later I went to the church service basement with the boy. Joan was there and the boys just gave me the tone. Joan came up to me and put her arm on me.
How are you ?
It was all I could do to get hold back from grabbing her.
I am helping at a summer summer camp for youths, I hoped you could volunteer ?
I would have a go at it too. ( Volunteer my hammer up your pussy I thought. )

Later at lunch the kids were razing me.
Lots of luving Dad. good and Chunky, good and Chunky.
Little could I know the kids were thinking of her too.
It got a lot spoiled. I would fantasize about Joan all day.

One day I got an electronic mail from my older, Terry.
It was a kidnapping storey with the subject area : Give You any Ideas Dad ?
I started to cogitate of Joan that way.
The boys would make scuttlebutt.
One sunrise I woke up and found a photo of Joan the boys had taken
and it was covered in cum.

That evening we were sitting around after dinner party.
Terry said. I think we should kidnap the bitch.
Yea we can each fuck her. Yea Dad, fuck that fat ass.
I'd like to tittie hump her. Yea we could double team her.
I thought they were just talking, you know fantasies, but…………

Barry found tale online about kidnapping and torturing MILF's.
MOM'S I'd like to FUCK.
That was Joan. The talk got Sir Thomas More intense. Talk of thraldom.
Fuck her. Fuck her. nooky Her fuck Her.
That was all I could think about.

We started to call her the Do-gooder.
piece of tail the do-gooder. fucking her hard.
Bang the Do-gooder.
The planning started to get more genuine. There was no decision. It was hard to tell
whether it was all fancy or was this a real idea.
compulsion wouldn't describe it. We started buying things. Talking about how and where.

I found the kids working on matter. There were metal frames. Electrical devices.
It was fun, I was spending lots of fourth dimension with the boys.
I think it important to spend time with your nestling and have commons interests.

Finally one day terry cloth said. We are ready Dad. We can do it.
Lashkar-e-Toiba grab the improver Bitch.
We put our hands together. Lashkar-e-Toiba do it.
The turmoil was intense. We were actually going to do it.


We had decided to get her at the nutrient pantry where the do-gooder worked.
There were no camera. We would trunk the fucking Do-gooder right wing where she volunteered.
She wouldn't know what hit her.

We had a Plan-B. seize her at the aged center. The fucking gripe helped there too.
Dad we will help ourselves to some MILF pussycat. I would be out of townspeople and the son would take hold of her.
We had built a special room and it was well equipped.

We got together. Do we all want to do this. We are all in. No second thoughts.
Do-gooder. improver. And we all laughed. We were all in.


The plan was in move and I went away just in grammatical case I was questioned.. Of course, I heard nothing.
I got home and went down to our secret room.
I went in and they turned on the lights.

THERE SHE WAS. THE DO-GOODER MILF TIED UP, SPREAD EAGLED.
The signaled me to keep quiet.
I was trembling. I couldn't believe they had done it. I wanted to hear everything.

It turned out the grabbed her after a homeless dinner where she was helping.
No parking lot cameras and she got out late.
plan C. A stroke of genius.
The fuzz would probably pin it on some hapless homeless fuck. Hey, not my problem.

There she hung, incapacitated, spreadeagle on a special alloy pipe frame the son made.
Her arms were stretched out at 45 grade above her head. Her legs were out
at 45 arcdegree with her feet barely touching wooden blocks.
The boys used mountain chain to tie her at the leather cuffs. When she moved they jangled, adding to the excitement.

I looked her over, I was trembling. The male child hadn't touched her. They wanted me to
Be first.

Virgin meat.
FIFO as Tommy called it. LOL


Joan hung there in the clothes they grabbed her. She was hooded.
A heavy black hood, tied around the neck with a small mouth opening.
She had on a tight orange para-olympics T-shirt. How many affair can one Do-gooder unpaid worker for ?
Her chest looked very sizeable and she had a minuscule belly bulge.
She had on blue sudor gasp, A little stringent showing off her extra curves.

I walked around her looking. She could distinguish someone was there.

Who is that ? What do you desire ? Let me down. stop over this.
I ran my paw along her ass. She pulled away.
stay away from me. I looked at the boys. They gave me a pollex up.
Big grins.

I never have been prouder of my boys. They did a great job.
I ran my hand up and down her thighs, on the inside up to her crotch.

Who is that ? You have to quit. You can't get away with this.
She kept pulling away. I smacked her on the side of the head.
I didn't say anything but she got the message.

I wanted to fuck her so bad but I would contract my time.
Slow and hard. LOL
As I moved around her, her head squirm and turned trying to follow me.
I ran my mitt on her belly, then up and over her breasts.

Quickly my deal went between her legs. She pulled away but I kept at her.
I signaled the boys. time for them to get in on the action.
I stepped back to watch. They were all around her. Three dyad of hands
all over. Stroking, petting, grabbing, pinching.

The do-gooder bitch was crying, begging pleading.
One was to the front of her, the other to the spinal column. They were rubbing up against her

DRY HUMPING the Bitch. They never said a word.
I was so heavy I had my cock out stroking it. I walked back up to her and pulled up
her tee shirt. I kissed her through the small opening in her hood.
Tommy, my youngest was behind her, his genital organ up against her ass.
I kept rubbing my peter up against her belly. I was kissing her hard, my glossa in her mouth.
Tommy was up against her, his hands reaching around grabbing her breasts.



To Be Continued