Murder In Mississippi Part 4

I decided to speak to the woman in the kitchen.  She was ever so gracious to me, and her daughter was clearly lacking in her refinements.  Better to pick the woman I know will be able to help me.

I made my way back down the stairs and entered the kitchen to find her rummaging through the refrigerator.  She made the machine look tiny with her massive size; I was actually surprised she didn’t have a special made one to hold a lot more food.

“Oh, hello Detective!” she said when she noticed me enter.  She closed the refrigerator and stood tall.

“Hello again, Ma’am!” I said.

“Please call me Cherry!” she said.  “How are you finding your room upstairs?”

“It’s most wonderful!  I’ve never seen a room so big and beautiful!”

She approached me slowly, a smirk on her face.  She gripped my chin with her hand.  “Do you like big and beautiful things?”  She looked down at me with a deep smile, like a bird looking at a worm.

“I, um… well,” I stuttered.  I didn’t mean it like that, but I also didn’t want to be rude.

“Cat got your tongue?” she joked.  “Tell me darling… did you need something from me or did you just get caught up in my aura?”

‘Um… yeah… there’s a, like a noise coming from above my room.  The house might be creaky up there or something.”

“Oh my, I’ll have Randall take a look at it,” she said, sounding worried.

“I could take a look at it if you’d like,” I said.  “I used to work some minor construction, wouldn’t mind getting my hands dirty to pay you back for your hospitality.”

“Oh heavens no,” she said.  “I couldn’t ask you to do that.”  A lightbulb seemed to go off in her head.  “But now that you mention it… I was having a little issue in my bedroom?  Maybe you can help me with that?”

“Sure, anything,” I said.

“You are such a darling,” she replied.  “Come with me.”

She led me back up the stairs and down the long hallway, all the way to the end.  She opened the double doors to reveal a beautiful, white, majestic room with all of the fixings of a well to do mansion.  Regal gold adorned the walls and posts, and vast windows let light in from multiple angles.  The room was definitely a sight to behold.  Randall appeared before us.

“Randall, I need you to take a look at the attic,” she said.  “It’s doing that thing again.”

He nodded and left the room, and she closed the door behind him.  She turned back to face little old me.

“Now, Detective, to our matter.”  She seductively approached me, and before I had a time to check my breath, she gripped me by my skinny arms and lifted me off the ground.  My legs dangled several inches from the floor.  She was both big and strong, it appeared.  She had a wide grin that stretched along her chubby cheeks, and she was staring into my eyes.  “I’m going to enjoy this.”  She kissed me, and not just a light peck.  Her lips met mine and her tongue forced its way into my mouth.

Finally I was able to rip my lips away from her.  “What are you doing!  You’re married!  You’re husband was just-”

“Oh don’t you worry a thing about Randall.  He’s all worn out.  I’m a big woman, with an appetite to match.”  She threw me on the bed.  My back bounced on the soft blanket topping the big mattress.  The massive woman climbed on top of me, her immense thighs now visible from her skirt.  Before me were the biggest breasts I could imagine.  They were both enormous and round, and close to my face.  She pulled one of them out, which looked like it would have been a struggle for any normal man.  Her giant pink nipple plopped out, begging to be sucked.  “Come to mommy,” she said seductively.

Two things must have overcame me.  The first is that her breast was so massive and beautiful, I wanted more than anything to suck on it and feel it on my face.  The second was that I was pinned down at this point and unable to go anywhere anyways.  So I went with it and dove in.  I grabbed her nipple with my lips and both hands pressed on either side of her giant tit.  She moaned loudly as I dug in to her.  I didn’t know what she was doing with her hands, but I would soon find out.  Meanwhile, her soft breast flesh, fat and pale, pressed into my face like a big pillow.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door.  “Mommy!” came Ginny’s voice.  “Is dinner almost ready?  I’m hungry!”