His cock was huge, throbbing, the head engorged.
God, he felt sexy. He wasn’t going to be able to wait for Red Riding Hood to get here. With one hand, he pinched his nipple again through the fabric of the teddy. With his other hand, he slowly began to stroke the shaft of his enormous dick. He would pleasure himself now, and worry about her later.
Somewhere, in another part of the house, a door opened and then closed.
“Auntie?” a young female voice called. “Auntie, are you home?”
Red Riding Hood placed her basket down on the kitchen counter.
What a long day! She couldn’t remember ever being this tired. She was dimly aware that Auntie Mmm lived in a big beautiful house, but was almost too exhausted to do more than make a mental note of it.
She glanced at the note in her hand, with its fine script, and its thick, jagged cross-outs. It was almost as if two different people had written the note. Well, she hoped that Auntie wasn’t prone to violent mood swings.
No matter. All Red Riding Hood wanted to do now was say hello to Auntie, engage in some small talk and a few pleasantries if she must, take a hot bath, and then maybe a nap. The sooner she got to the bath and the nap, the better.
She kicked off the clogs that had bothered her all day. There were blisters on the soles of her feet. Her toes were rubbed raw. Never again would she wear the wrong shoes for walking.
“Auntie?” she called again, this time a little louder than before.
“In the bedroom,” a high, falsetto voice responded. “Come here, my girl.”
Red Riding Hood followed the sound of the voice. She padded barefoot down a hallway with deep pile carpeting. She passed into a large bedroom. The first thing she noticed was a large antelope head stuffed and mounted on one wall. The next thing she noticed was a giant flat panel television mounted on the opposite wall.
She thought of the modest, rustic house she shared with her mother. Maybe living here wouldn’t be so bad after all.
She glanced at the bed. It was a king-sized bed, and lying close to the nearest edge of it was Auntie Mmm. Her head was propped up on some pillows, and she had a blanket pulled almost to her chin. Auntie’s big feet poked out from the bottom of the blanket. The blanket itself had a large bulge in the center of it. It was almost as if Auntie had hidden something under there, something quite large. Like a small mountain, perhaps.
It seemed strange that Auntie Mmm would be in bed at this time of the evening.
“Auntie, are you ill?”
“Not ill, my darling. Just a little sleepy.”
It had been a long time since Red Riding Hood had visited here, but there was something altogether strange about Auntie besides her being in bed so early. Maybe Red Riding Hood needed to get her eyes checked. Auntie was difficult to see, much the way that wolf had been earlier today. She had a bright white head of thick, curly hair, Red could see that. She had dark red lips, and Red could see those clearly. She had big, intense eyes, and Red could also see those. But there was something else about her.
“Come closer, dear,” Auntie said.
Red moved closer and sat on the edge of the bed. Auntie’s hand snaked out from under the blanket and Red took it in her own hand. It seemed a very powerful hand.
“Auntie, what big eyes you have,” Red Riding Hood said.
“The better to see you with,” came the falsetto voice.
“And Auntie, what a big mouth you have.”
“Why, the better to kiss you with,” said the voice. It was an unusual voice, deep, not at all the voice Red Riding Hood remembered.
Red was curious about that mountain. She pulled the blanket back. Auntie was wearing some very sexy bedclothes, but made no move to cover herself. In the first instant, Red Riding Hood noticed the teddy, the garter belt and sheer stockings. She noticed the panties bunched around Auntie thighs, and finally the stiff, thick cock standing straight upright.
“And my God, what a huge cock you have!”
“The better to fuck you with,” Auntie said.
Red Riding Hood might be tired, but she was no dummy. This person in the bed wasn’t her Auntie Mmm.
“Wait a minute,” she said. “You’re that wolf.”
The Wolf whipped the blanket away, sat upright, brought his legs around, and placed his feet on the floor. With one hand, he gripped Red Riding Hood’s wrist. With the other he gripped her shoulder and pushed her to her knees by the side of the bed. Now, she was on the floor before him.
“So we meet again, Red Riding Hood,” he said.
His cock throbbed and ached. It had been a long, frustrating day. But now would come his reward. He had never had it like this before, while wearing women’s undies. It was a new sensation, a good one.