THE BADDEST SEED

This is the last part of this story. Enjoy!

THE BADDEST SEED(ER)

Mrs. Thomas smirked as she set her hair into a tight ponytail. Her massive mammaries where incased in the smallest bikini bra she dared to wear, even in the private confines of her backyard.

Her shorts were large, giving plenty of airy space. It was a hot day. Adding just a little lipstick, she air kissed her image and went out back.

She planned to work on her garden again. This time she was going to work at cutting back the thick ivy off the chain link fence between her house and Sindy Sue’s.

It took most of the morning to open up space to actually see the fence. It was part of her plan.

She cut the thick stalks with glee waiting for the little monster to wake up and notice her now sweaty t shirt, outlining her all natural gargantuan tits and thick nipples. She also used bolt cutters her husband had in the garage to open a larger hole in the chain link fence. That would be important later.

She ate lunch and made a pitcher of sun tea while waiting for the hellion Sindy Sue to get up. Getting back to work along the fence she was actually startled when she heard Sindy Sue call out ‘hello’.

“Oh, hello Sindy Sue. My you’re up late.”

“Had a late night Mrs. Thomas. Wow, you’re cutting back all that ivy. Cool.”

Mrs. Thomas laughed to herself. ‘Yeah you cunt so it makes things easier for you to spy on my family.’

“Yeah, it’s getting a bit out of control,” she called back.

“I can help if you want.”

“Sure. Come on down. I’ve got cutters that you can use on your side of the fence.”

“I gotta pee but I’ll be right down,” Sindy Sue called out.

“Take your time honey,” Mrs. Thomas called out.

Through the opened bathroom window, she heard an incredible racket as the tiny girl put out a mean piss, thudding into the toilet. She shivered.

Two minutes later Sindy Sue was at her bedroom window again. “Be right down.”

Mrs. Thomas felt her kitty spritz into her shorts as her other growth began to pulse. ‘Come on down you little brat,’ she thought.

An hour later the two had cut back the ivy off half the fence between the two properties. Mrs. Thomas made sure to make her heavy rack shimmy and wobble about with her efforts.

“Oh crap,” Sindy Sue moaned.

“What is it honey? You sick? Too much sun?”

“Um, I gotta go inside.”

“Sindy Sue, what is wrong!” Mrs. Thomas shouted with authority.

“I’m sick, I guess.”

“Show me where it hurts,” she offered.

“D-down here,” Sindy Sue answered, pointing at her cooch.

“Show me honey.”

“I can’t!”

“Is your problem something like this?” Mrs. Thomas offered, unzipping her shorts and hauling out a soft fifteen inch cock.

Sindy Sue gulped in shock. “Holy shit!” ‘When the fuck did she get that thing?’ her brain screamed.

“I know you have one. The siding and