MILF Maker: Ch 2

“Give it to me! Give it!” Marnie screamed, throwing herself at the door once more as Milo tried in vain to get some studying in.

Things had calmed down for a bit after Julia had attacked him, it always seemed that way after a woman had succumbed to his curse. They’d get what they wanted and the effect would die down for a bit, sometimes a few hours, sometimes even for a few days, and those were the one’s Milo lived for.

This time it had only been for about a half hour, which was at least long enough for him to get some breakfast before he spotted Marnie starting to act up. It was always the same, the women’s eyes would become bloodshot, they’d start pacing around like wild animals, and eventually they would pounce, well the aggressive ones would. The tamer ones played it a lot more subtle, but the goal was exactly the same.

He had locked himself in his room once more, even locking his bathroom door from the outside to keep Marnie from using the hole her mother Julia had made, hoping that his father would come home soon to restrain the girl so he could get out of the house for a bit.

Suddenly the banging stopped, and he heard footsteps retreating, “She’s probably just checking the hole, or about to try the window again.” He stood up, walking over and dragging his dresser in front of the bathroom door, praying that he wouldn’t need the bathroom soon.

He had dressed in a pair of khaki cargo shorts and a red t-shirt, the baggy shorts allowed his thick cock to hang free without poking out his pant leg, as long as he stayed soft that was.

He knew he was going to have to do something soon, after all Marnie was going to be a problem as long as they lived together, and eventually Julia was gonna start up again; pregnancy didn’t change the effect of his curse.

But that would have to wait, because something much more horrifying had filled the air, the sounds of power tools.

He heard the whirling of the drill, saw as the bit pierced through the door by his deadbolt, she was going to try and cut it out!

He quickly rushed to the window, unlocking it and scrambling out, almost forgetting to grab his shoes as he made his escape.

This was new, she had never been this bad before, normally only beating at the door, but it seemed she was really starting to take after her mother.

Milo made his way out of the neighborhood, sticking to a quiet path through the surrounding woods as he groaned in frustration. Things were getting worse!

“How am I supposed to live like this?” He kicked a rock, sending it flying off the trail, bouncing off of a tree, and ricocheting back to hit himself in the forehead, knocking him out cold.

He awoke a few hours later, groaning as he sat up, he was in a bed. Rubbing the large knot on his forehead from where the rock had hit, trying to take in his surroundings.

It was a small bedroom, the bed took up most of the space but there was a dresser near the door. He was still dressed, and a damp washcloth was nearby, it must have slipped off his head.

“Are you awake? I found you out on the trail.” The voice was that of a woman, he sighed, probably another future baby mama.

“Yeah, I’m up. Thanks for helping me, but I really should get going.” He said, standing up and looking for his shoes.

“Nonsense, you might have a concussion, at least let me examine you.” She entered the room and it was worse than Milo thought, she was absolutely stunning.

Long black hair cascaded down past her shoulders and dark eyes shone with intelligence, a lightly tanned complexion with a petite form yet generous curves completed the picture.