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Tobi had hit the jackpot. It all happened one day while he was out and about, enjoying an evening to himself, when he was approached by a friendly skunkette. He was quite confused at first, wondering if the woman was talking to him, but on closer inspection of his surroundings, he seemed to be the only person present to address.
The curvaceous woman had blonde hair tinged with the slight silver of a well matured woman that hung passed her shoulders, the tips of which curved back upwards giving her a soft, voluminous quality. Her coat was smooth, and a large fluffy tail listed behind her pronounced rear. Indeed she was quite a looker, her immaculate bussom threatening to pop loose from her less than properly buttoned blouse, and a tight black skirt hugging the curves of her hips and thighs.
Tobi's lips turned to a giddy smile as he moved over, and offered her a seat next to his, which she gladly took. The two began to talk over a couple drinks, starting off with small, basic conversations before slowly beginning to escalate. After a few moments Tobi had given her his name, and in response, she, rather than outright giving up the information, asked him to call her by her by Mrs. Boobalickski.
Boobalickski... that name sounded familiar for some reason. Tobi thought to himself, before his thoughts moved to her suffix. Mrs. Boobalickski? Was she married? He asked her blatantly, his heart sinking a bit at the thought that the two couldn't do anything together without things getting... complicated.
Tobi looked at her confused, asking about her name. Was she married? If not, then why the name?
Mrs. Boobalickski waved her hand dismissively and smiled, telling him that it was ok. Boobalickski was her maiden name, and that her significant other wasn't around. Rather... she kept the title only as a means of maturity. After all, someone her age with a title like "Ms. Boobalickski" wouldn't seem nearly as proper.
Tobi sighed in relief. He wanted to believe that, and so his mind, in all its hormonal glory, believed her. After all, she did seem trustworthy.
As the two continued to talk, Mrs. Boobalickski brought up a question that quite shocked and surprised the unexpecting Tabby Cat. What kind of kinky things do you like to do in the bedroom?
The sudden question almost caused Tobi to spit up his drink, forcing him to hold it back. He gulped down what he could, his face turning red from embarrassment. Granted one of the reasons he was out tonight was indeed in hopes to have a little bit of fun that evening, but this had been one of the few times that his impromptu date had been the one to bring it up first. Neither had had a lick of alcohol even. Usually the Go-Getter girls would be trashed before asking such questions, to which Tobi would just leave them be.
He looked to Mrs. Boobalickski... and then back to his drink. He smiled softly and spoke to her in a stuttering voice, letting her know that it was quite "complicated."
This response, though, only egged Mrs. Boobalickski on. She moved in close to him, her bussom resting upon Tobi's shoulder as she tried to guess. Each time Tobi would shake his head no as she guessed wrong.
Finally, after some rather playful coaxing, the seductive temptress brought out his secret. Tobi leaned in close, his voice turning to a whisper as to not attract any attention.
He told her all... letting her know that he enjoyed a bit of bondage. In particular, he was quite intrigued by the act of mummification. As expected, Mrs. Boobalickski was quite shocked and a little confused. She'd heard of bondage of course, but what was this other world he spoke about.
Tobi tried explaining further telling the skunkette to imagine herself a small bug getting caught in a spider's web. The spider was indeed nature's bondage expert in a way. Its prey helpless and writhing about, completely at the mercy of the owner's of the snare. And when its prey is entangled enough, it comes down, and wraps its prey in an inescapable cocoon, sealing them up, and leaving them trapped for however long the spider wished before "usage".
Tobi went on, talking about how he'd used things like gauze wrapping or high quality saran wrapping in the past to wrap girls in the bedroom, allowing him to do whatever he wished within their boundaries. As his story came to a close he let out a sigh, expecting his date to leave, just as most others would after seeing that side of him.
He looked to her and, as was a pattern for that evening, her eyes were on him, a bit wider that usual and her posture leaned in closer, listening intently to him. A smiled crossed her painted lips. She had found that quite interesting. With a swift, bold movement, she grabbed Tobi by the arm, and stood him from his chair before asking if perhaps he would be up to have a trapped damselfly of his own that evening.
Tobi couldn't believe his ears. He couldn't respond as a lump had formed in his throat, and instead nodded to her.
He barely had enough time to throw the money on the table, before Mrs. Boobalickski had pulled him outside, and to her car. It was a rather nice one at that. Tobi wondered what exactly Mrs. Boobalickski did to afford such a luxury as he took a quick glance across the parking lot to his own clunker.
Mrs. Boobalickski insisted she drive him to her place, and after a small reluctant stint, Tobi agreed, and the two were off. it wasn't long before the two had reached their destination. Her home was a quaint suburban house, a bit on the large side, but nothing overly posh. The two made their way inside, and Mrs. Boobalickski asked Tobi to wait on the couch. Tobi did as instructed, looking about the room at the many artworks that Mrs. Boobalickski had acquired for her abode. He heard a rustling in the kitchen, followed by some footsteps down the hall, and a door closing. There was a silence for a few moments, before Tobi heard a call for him to come back.
He stood from the couch, and made his way down the hall to the semi ajar door. Slowly he cracked the door open and peered inside. His jaw nearly dropped to the floor at what he saw.
Mrs. Boobalickski lay on her bed, her form covered in nothing but thin, translucent lingerie. Her bra and panties pink in colour, but with a spider web pattern stitched into the fabric. Strapped to her back were a pair of lady bug wings one would find on a Halloween costume, and to top it all off, she was adorned with a headband with two fluffy tipped antennae bobbing about.
She giggled at Tobi's reaction, almost teasing him over it. She told Tobi that she had bought the lingerie a few years back from the well known Lingerie shop “Gloria's Secret” during their spook-tacular sale around Halloween, while the ladybug bits she'd found from an old costume she had laying about in the closet.
Tobi's eyes trailed over to the edge of the bed, where he saw a small stack of a few rolls of Saran wrap. His excitement peaked, his hair standing on end. He couldn't believe this was happening.
Mrs. Boobalickski motioned for him to come over to her. It was time to “claim his prey”.
He didn't pause for a second, and in a flash of gray, he hopped into bed with her, the two starting their little... session.
Tobi was quite impressed by how into it Mrs. Boobalickski seemed to be. She was a pro at bedroom roleplay, even wiggling about and playing the helpless damsel in distress as he teased her.
Tobi grabbed one of the rolls from the edge of the bed, and began to stretch it over the lovely woman's form. The sticky material crinkled as it pulled apart, and stuck rather well as he wound it around and around the form of the skunkette.
At first Mrs. Boobalickski denied that the wrap would be able to hold her, and tried to wiggle as daintily as she could to keep from ripping the plastic. But... as the layers grew, and became tighter over her form, she found that they in fact were quite a bit stronger than they appeared. She pulled her arms and legs, but found that the wrapping was more than able to hold her tight, effectively binding her. This was quite the surprise... who knew she had a form of bondage right in her kitchen?
The transparent plastic weaved over her form, slowly building up, until it created an opaque sheen over Mrs. Boobalickski's body. Tobi had left her bussom uncovered, allowing her not only to breath a bit easier, but also not to deny him access later to her endowed chest.
Tobi was nearly finished with his second roll, when a noise caught his attention, causing his ears to perk up.
There was the sound of a door closing outside...
Tobi's heart sank, and his body went numb as he heard the clear indication that someone had just entered the house. His body shook in fear. Was Mrs. Boobalickski lying earlier? This didn't bode well for him.
Tobi's panic was only exacerbated as Mrs. Boobalickski stated something under her breath about how “She thought she'd be alone that evening” and “They came home earlier than she was anticipating”.
Tobi watched in horror as the doorknob twisted, and it swung open.
Tobi was half expecting to be decked in the face immediately by some big, Burly man. In his mind... this was most likely the end, or at least this encounter would leave him hospitalized. That would not happen, though, as when he paused to look, he instead saw another woman standing there. A far younger woman, roughly the same age as he.
The woman, another tall skunkette but with a fashion sense far more akin to punk rock, facial piercings and all, stood there with just as shocked an expression as Tobi had.
The skunkette paused a moment, looking to Mrs. Boobalickski, and then back to Tobi. An expression of confusion overcame her, when she suddenly blurted Tobi's name straight to him in a questioning manner.
Tobi paused a moment, looking the newcomer up and down. That's when he realized he too knew this girl, of course... last he saw her she had a much different hairstyle. It was longer, and dyed a raven black. He called her name back, confirming both their suspicions. It was an old acquaintance from his younger, high school years, Ess.
It was at that moment that the gears in his head began to move. He looked to the roll in his hand, and then to the beautiful woman wrapped in a cocoon of saran wrap on the bed. Was... was this Ess's mother? The same one that he could even recall his parents calling to babysit for him when he was in elementary?
It was indeed the case as Ess turned to her mother and shouted a small cloud of expletives at her, asking her what the fuck she thought she was doing.
Mrs. Boobalickski turned to Tobi, and then back to her daughter and shrugged her shoulders before speaking...
"Let's be honest, Sweetie... this isn't the weirdest thing you've caught me doing..."
From the stories I've heard and seen she's not lying. Lol. I had so many good captions that could've gone with this, it was hard to choose just one.
This one was another old picture I had in the works, and on the heels of MILF Appreciation Day this past Sunday, I thought "why not finish it."
Hope you all enjoy it, and thank you again to for letting me draw their lovely character Mrs. Boobalickski. Always a fan of his girls, especially sexy, mature woman with a bit of a naughty streak.
Tobi (c) myself
Mrs. Boobalickski & Ess (c)
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