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 Chapter One: Mr.  Matty Goes Shopping (MF, cons)

   Author's Note: This is a dark story about a man who loves kids.  It's
dark, as desiring children the way he does is bad for them (and him).  If
you're not an adult, or if sexual fantasies involving children offend you,
don't read this.  And in any event don't do this shit.



   Matty dragged his sorry ass out of bed around noon, guzzled some coffee
and downed two peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.  He stared at the
bathroom mirror for a long time before shaving.  By the time he was
showered and dressed, some moms were surely shopping with their school age
daughters.  He was going to shop, too, like he did most Fridays, and with
his permanent disability due to chronic depression he had the rest of the
afternoon and evening to cover discount clothing stores, supermarkets and
maybe the mall.

   It was nice to out in the fine spring weather and pretend to shop while
watching girls.  He preferred the skinny ones, although a couple with the
cutest baby fat and small tits fueled his hard on.  Several nymphets wore
small shirts that let him see the tops of their tits when they bent over.
One girl, with precious tiny tits, didn't wear even a training bra and he
nearly drooled watching her hard nipples press against her shirt.  A usual,
the afternoon kept him hard for hours.

   Matty loved tits all 43 years of his sorry life, from nursing as a baby,
to grabbing at his mom when he sat on her lap, to peeking in the living
room as a boy to watch his porn his parents put on the living room TV. 
Listening to them talk dirt, get undressed and lick and suck on each other
proved quite an education for him.

   While he shopped, Matty even bought a few things so he wouldn't be too
obvious, although he had to be careful of his budget.  Once he almost asked
a woman with two girls the right ages for help shopping for his nonexistent
daughter, but his courage failed him at the last moment.

   He saw the second sexy chub girl of the day while he was sitting near
the play area and nibbling on a double cheeseburger and fries.  She wore a
lime green shirt with short sleeves and food stains.  As she crawled around
the space, her tits shifted like she didn't wear a bra.  Her jeans were
ripped.  Her shoes and socks were off, and for the first time in his life
he wanted to rub his cock all over someone's feet.

   "She's too old for that," a woman said.  She sat at a table next to his.

   "Wh - wh - Who?" Matty asked.  He hated it when he was so obvious.  He
despised how he stuttered when women made him nervous.

   "Chrissie, my daughter.  She has to be real careful with the younger
kids, or we won't be allowed back here.  I'm Annie." She smiled at him with
a big mouth.  Her hair was a lifeless brown, like her daughter.  Her tits
looked too small for a grown woman.  She was skinny all over, he noticed,
the sort of woman no man would go out of his way for.

   "She's gr - gr - growing up." Marty forced himself to smile.  He looked
from Annie to Chrissie, noticing that the girl's tits were already bigger
than her mom's.  When he looked back at Annie, he felt a little sheepish
until he noticed she didn't seem to mind how he looked at her daughter.  He
added, "M - m - my name is Matty.  Chrissie's good looking, just like like
like her mother."

   "That's so sweet.  Maybe we could spend more time together so you can
say more sweet things," Annie said.

   Matty was happy to see that Annie drove an old clunker like his.  He
followed her onto winding streets for nearly a half hour, ending up on a
nearly deserted stretch.  They parked in front of a brick house.  Most of
the bricks were chipped.  The trim was peeling.  Lawn needed mowing. 
Shingles on the roof were twisted.

   Overfull boxes and bags, clothes, nick knacks, old toys, a dusty
exercise bike and tons of junk cluttered the inside.  Dirty dishes and
piles of books littered two end tables.  Matty liked the comfortable feel
of the place.  Annie cleared video game controllers, cartridges and
magazines from the couch so he could sit down.

   A black cat rubbed against Chrissie's ankle.  She bent over to scratch
the cat over one eye Her girl breasts hung loose in her line green shirt.
She giggled.

   "Let the cat alone and get us some beers," Annie said.

   Matty watched Chrissie's smile disappear.  He wanted to cheer her up. 
His eyes were glued to cute if chubby butt as she thumped out of the living
room.  The cat trailed after the girl.

   "What video games do you play?" Annie asked.

   "I don't," he said.

   "You do now," Annie said.  Taking a beer from Chrissie, she said, "Put
Mario Kart into the Nintendo.  And then go do your homework." To Matty she
said, "She's been moved ahead two grades.  She's got to study hard to keep
up."

   Matty was all thumbs.  Annie beat him round after round.  Chrissie
rejoined them wearing an old tee shirt that was long enough to cover her
panties.  It seemed she had changed into what passed for her panties.  She
snuggled between Annie and Matty, who fell further behind in the game
watching Chrissie.  The cat curled up on her legs.  For the first time he
noticed that her nose was too wide for her face, and her jaw was too
square. She winked at him.  He looked away - at her chest.  Her breasts
vanished into her chest, leaving large nipples that ended in a sharp point.
Her tee shirt shifted up but her legs were together and he didn't see much
of her crotch.  Watching her made him as hard as shopping around girls did
and was better than playing video games any time.

   "Game over," Annie said.  She sent Chrissie to bed.  The cat followed
her again.  Matty realized the girl didn't say a word the entire evening.

   "Say something nice to me," Annie said.  "Anything."

   "It - it - it's nice and comfortable in your house."

   "It needs to be cleaned," Annie said.  "Now say something nice about
me."

   "You're p - p - pretty."

   Annie smiled and kissed Matty.  It was a closed-mouth kiss.  He hadn't
had any kiss in such a long time that it was wonderful.  She took off his
shirt and put her hand on his crotch.  She kept herself well covered.

   "You like young girls," Annie said.  "You'd like to have one show you
her small titties, her crotch with barely any hair, and lick you until you
make a mess."

   Matty's face flushed and he moaned as she fumbled his pants off.  He
laid his head against the back of the couch as she stroked him.  She said,
"You need a girl to go down on you because I don't do that sort of thing."

   It was difficult to think with her doing that.  He wanted her to put it
into his mouth the way a girl friend used to but the words didn't come
easily.  Finally he said, "Please s - s - suck me!"

   "It doesn't go into my mouth.  You want a girl to do that for you, one
who won't say 'no', one with tiny young titties just starting to blossom,
one with a hairless pussy, that's right, naturally bald because she's just
a little girl, that's right, come now, come.  God that's disgusting.  Go
clean yourself off."
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