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🕑 Added 2024-12-13 14:00:15 +0000 UTCFor expediency's sake, since they never named her in the show, we’ll call Mrs. Stoppable ‘Sarah’.
It had been ages since Ann had gotten an invite for morning coffee from Sarah, years in fact. She was always so matter-of-fact, stand-off-ish even, as far back as when Kim and Ron were actually dating. Beyond adopting a daughter all of those years ago, she never stuck Ann as being a perfect parent or wife either…a career-focused woman, spending most of her time tending to other people’s money at Middleton Bank and Trust.
Sitting in her breakfast nook and wearing only a pink, fuzzy bathrobe, Ann takes a sip of her morning cup of Java, blinking at the cryptic text message on her phone: Coffee? The last time she’d gotten an invite from Sarah was when Ron and Kim broke up…just before he went into rehab. The time before that…when Uncle Walt and company pulled up stakes in Middleton. What earth-shattering event could have happened this time?
Hours later the two women sit opposite one another in the Stoppable kitchen. Other than exchanging pleasantries and being asked how she takes her coffee…two creams, two sugars…Ann and the housewife sit silently, sipping at their cups of Joe. With Ron long out of the house and Hana now in college, the house is quiet…too quiet for a Sunday afternoon in the middle of football season, Mr Stoppable being a rabid Broncos fan. All around the house, things look as if they’re half-done…a mountain of unopened mail on the dining room table, a sink full of dirty dishes, baskets of unfolded laundry sitting on the living room couch. Beyond that, Ann noticed that there was only one car in the driveway, gutters full of Fall leaves, and a lawn that looked as if it hadn’t seen a mower in months.
If the awkward silence wasn’t enough…Mrs Stoppable abruptly bursts into tears. Unsure of the cause, Ann abruptly gets up from her seat and around the table to console the woman…the blonde goes into full-on, halting-inhale blubbering when Ann embraces her in a hug.
Ann: Ohh, sweetie? What’s the matter?
Sarah: He… He… He’s d-divorcing m-m-me! He… He r-ran off with another w-woman! Some… Some little f-floozy he met at the S-S-Smarty Mart!
She should be consoling her, telling her that he’s not good enough for her, and wiping away her tears. Ann, however…the redhead’s mind goes to a different place. For as shameful as it may be, given the current circumstances, Ann has always wondered what is hiding beneath those turtleneck sweaters and knee-length skirts. She bets there’s a true, hourglass-figured MILF hiding behind that prudish veneer.
Ann promptly grabs the sobbing woman by her biceps, holding her at arm's length. Black mascara tears running down her face, Sarah is met with a smiling and weirdly giddy looking Ann staring back at her…the blonde’s shuttering sobs easing to a halt at the sight of the woman.
Ann: Oh, honey… Welcome to the club.
Sarah lets out a singular spurt of a laugh, reaching up to attempt to wipe away her tears…and only succeeds in smearing her raccoon eyes across her cheeks. She should feel guilty about taking advantage of the woman’s fragile state of mind, but…Ann leans forward, closing her eyes as she squarely presses her lips against the startled blonde’s mouth. Wide-eyed, her entire body rigid in surprise, Sarah’s first urge is to resist Ann’s advance…she hasn’t so much as kissed a woman since college.
Ann can feel the soon-to-be ex-housewife begin to relax…her stiff spine curving back into a normal arch, her puckered lips parting to allow a deep and passionate kiss. Ann releases her biceps, hands slipping downward to find the bottom hem of Sarah’s pink sweater. The blonde, being such a novice at this, simply lets Ann take the lead…not quite knowing what to do with her hands. Their mouths separate only long enough to let the redhead slip the cashmere garment up and over the blonde’s head, casting it aside to reach down for the next article of clothing.
With a snap and a zip Sarah’s knee-length skirt falls to her ankles. The bra would have come next, had she’d been wearing one, Ann instead hooking her thumbs into a pair of white cotton panties. Pulling them over Sarah’s lily white and perfectly rounded derrièr, they too collected around the blonde’s ankles. In a moment of self-consciousness, realizing that she’s nude and standing in the middle of her own kitchen, a bright shade of crimson crosses Sarah’s cheeks. The woman crosses a forearm across her chest, a hand instinctively covering her nether regions.
Ann steps back, gently grasping both of Sarah’s wrists, their lips making a wet smacking sound as they part. Splaying her arms out to either side, Ann takes in the view, Sarah staring back at her with a quizzical little smile. Just as she imagined it, curvy to a tee with perfectly shaped c-cups standing before her. Not so much as a hint of a tan line on her…not sickly-looking white, mind you…the kind of body sees a gym fairly regularly but otherwise spends most of its time in a fluorescent-lit bank vault.
Ann steps forward, still holding Sarah’s arms spread wide, guiding her backward. Stepping out of the pile of clothes, Sarah kicks out of her kitten heels, the shoes clattering across the tiled floor. Out of the kitchen and into the living room, Ann positions her in the center of the room. Ann cocks her head, looking at the milky white woman and gesturing to a piece of furniture beyond...a giant leather recliner in front of the television.
Ann: I bet he spent a lot of time here.
Guided backward once again, the back of Sarah’s calves contact the recliner, purposely causing her to sit. Indeed, he’d spent many an hour here…too many it would seem…shoving snacks into his face as he clicked the remote control. Still fully clothed, Ann kneels in front of her fellow milf, a hand on either of the woman’s knees…Sarah’s legs clamped together like some hesitant prom date. As Ann leans forward, Sarah leans back…the blonde’s eyes fixed on the redhead’s as her legs are all but preyed apart.
Straight to the heart of the matter, Ann’s mouth envelopes Sarah’s mound, her cute little racetrack tickling the end of her nose. Ann’s tongue darting and twisting, she rolls and flicks Sarah’s clitoris…Sarah digging her fingernails into the arms of the recliner, a little moan escaping as her eyelids fluttered. It doesn’t take long…Ann knew it wouldn’t…Sarah grabbing two handfuls of red hair, pulling her face tight against her, the blonde’s entire body already beginning to shiver in near-climax.
An index finger is all it takes, simply pressing it against Sarah’s sphincter sends her over the edge, her thighs clamping around Ann’s head as she cries out. For a solid five minutes Sarah bucks and quakes, eyes squinted tightly shut and nearly hyperventilating…like a woman who hasn’t come in a very, very long time.
No sooner has Sarah released her head, Ann stands up, urging the shivering woman to do the same. Taking her by the wrists once again she can’t help but snicker, watching as the woman tries and fails to stand, her legs shaking like a newborn calf. A second time, Sarah lets out a stuttering exhale, giving Ann an embarrassed smile as she flumps back onto the recliner. A third time and Ann once again holds her at arms length, surveying her handiwork with a twisted smirk.
Eyes finally focusing on Ann, Sarah blinks at the slightly lecherous expression on her face…Ann’s eyes drifting from her to the hallway and the bedroom beyond.
Ann: I bet I know where he -didn’t- spend a lot of time.
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