Milf Story (Rewritten)

Chapter One - Sanctuary

Well, she was lost.

How great.

Anastasia ran. She ran from God knows where to God knows where, all for the sake of milf hunting. Her skin was lightly coated with sweat, her feet were sore, and her heart was practically beating out of her chest. The sun was beating down on her, and her struggle to focus was only increasing. She sat down beside a large oak tree, and attempted to regain her thoughts. "Right," she thought, "I'm in an unfamiliar environment with no food, no water, no shelter and no phone. The best thing to do is to find some form of safe place... I think." So, that's what she did. The area Ana had found herself in wasn't rural, just your average city - just abandoned. Dear Lord, it was like some form of apocalypse took place. She, soon enough, found herself in what appeared to have only previously been a neighbourhood, and at the centre was a church. Surprisingly, this church was the only building that appeared to be in decent condition. So, with all the courage she could possibly muster, Anastasia pushed the churches lofty front doors open, and entered.

Immediately, the intoxicating, heavy smell of paint hit her nostrils. The type of smell that would leave you with a throbbing headache - absolutely unbearable. Nonetheless, Anastasia was at a state so desperate that she'd settle for any old place, the church was just the only one that seemed habitable. She continued, searching for anyone that may or may not even be there, until she got entered the nave. The ordinary red carpets Anastasia had become so accustomed to back at home was replaced in favour of hot pink ones. The pews were covered in the same pink - well, possibly a shade or two lighter, but you get the point. At the very front, where the altar would normally be placed, sat a plastic throne. And on said throne sat the definition of true beauty. Well, Anastasia's definition at least. Fair skin, emerald green eyes, and blonde hair that coiled down to her backside. Her smile, seeming so welcoming - so motherly. There was no doubt in her mind, that was a mother she'd like to fuck. Or a MILF for short. At the front alongside her, a myriad of other women, presumably fellow MILFs, worshipping her. Some stood off to the side, having their own individual conversations, but that's what Ana could mainly see.

Now, Anastasia has never seen a live MILF before, let alone seen multiple in the same breathing space. She was speechless. She didn't want to say anything that could risk her exile. But, alas, she had to do something to let them know of her arrival.

"HELLO, YOU ARE ALL VERY ATTRACTIVE. CAN I STAY HER OR NAH???"

Ah, yes. Very calm. Not at all vulgar or alarming.

The woman on the plastic throne jumped, her eyes frenzied. Her entourage now alert, and all facing Anastasia. Well, shit. That isn't exactly the entrance she had wished to make, but at least she had their attention. She took a deep breath, and began to rephrase her previous statement, all while stammering through her words. (I'm not writing the stutters, you must be fuckin mental xx)

"My apologies, what I had meant to say was that, uhm.. You all have this welcoming aura about your characters, and I've strayed a long way from home. Would you mind if I stayed here for a while?"

There was silence. A lot of it, too. Oh, poor Ana was sweating like a pig. Her face was bright with embarrassment. Finally, the same woman who sat on the plastic throne rose from her seat. A more patient, understanding look on her face. She began to walk towards Anastasia, who's whole body was shaking with fear. Once finally reaching the frail girl, she spoke. And what a voice she spoke with. So gentle and soft, but also deep in comparison to other female voices she had heard before.

"Oh, darling," she began, "no need to be scared, you can stay here for as long as you wish. A young thing like you shouldn't be so far from home. How old are you? Thirteen, fourteen-ish? And you've no phone either, you can't contact anyone can you?" Ah, a worry far too familiar to Ana. A reminder of her mother back home, how she'd worry about her when she came home a minute or two after curfew. She could get a closer look at this woman's face, too. She seemed no older than thirty-five, and was clearly experienced with children. Then, she suddenly took Anastasia by the hand, leading her around the church. "This ought to be your new home," she continued, "we can't leave you out there alone, can we? Let alone in an environment you're unfamiliar with."

And, thus, this woman gave her a tour of the church. And all too soon did it end, as from the large glass windows, one could see the sun begin to set. She was then brought to a room - one of resemblance to a bedroom. The same intoxicating smell of paint smothered her, but after the few hours Ana had been there, the smell became more of a comfort of to her - she had found sanctuary. The room was rather pleasant, in all honesty. Different shades of pink were found all around the room, much like the rest of the churches interior, but that was just a minor adjustment she'd have to make. All too focused on the room's appearance, she then noticed the woman starting to leave. "Shit. She can't leave, I haven't even learnt her name." She thought.

"So, uhm, thank you for letting me stay here. Good night, Miss..."

"Karen. Call me Karen."

"Well, then. Good night, Miss Karen."

deez nuts in ur mum xx