Cyberpunk M.I.L.F.S. - Dot the Dwarf

Next part of the cyberpunk milfs list. Imagined her as the cool shortstack aunt who's down for whatever. Video games, R rated movies, junk food. She was fun and for some reason I came up with her having a Minnesota accent right out the bat.  Not that I use it much.

“Hey there, sport! Happy birthday!” Dot tossed her miniature trench coat onto the hanger that was specifically lower for her kind. When someone mentioned dwarves, you wouldn’t have thought a sweet little lady with a faint Minnesota accent. Dot was such a dwarf and a hacker, which in this day and age meant she was chubby, about four feet tall and had most of the left side of her head shaved down to a crew cut. It was the first thing It was done to keep the space clear and clean for her implant; something they called a "rig." It was apparently used by tech specialists, so it wasn't uncommon to see random people in the streets with one installed. Electricians, tech developers, certain bankers, yuppies who didn't feel like holding up their digital projectors when they got a phone call. Of course it was a nice cover for people like Dot, who had illegal implants that could break into just above any system they looked at while hardly raising a finger, just by hard-wiring their supercomputer to their brainstems.

Of course, Aunt Dot was a lot more than an implant. She was a plump little lady with reddish-brown hair. Her left arm's fully cybernetic, this shiney and delicate-looking thing where its fingers clicked faintly even when she was using a holographic keypad. She has these bright blue eyes that always look like she's smiling (which she often is) and some long, curly hair runs around her forehead and the side of her that isn't shaved. She showed up in her usual outfit of a tanktop and some comfortable jeans. Working on computers all day means she doesn't have to dress up in the slightest.

"Hey, Aunt Dottie." I got to one knee, my usual greeting for her ever since I outgrew her when I was thirteen. Its makes me short enough that she can still lean up a little to exchange a firm hug. Dot gives some of the best hugs. She might be short but her big soft boobs cover a lot of her torso.

Minerva walked out of the kitchen and gave Dot one of her usual dry glances. "Heading out," she said with a small nod.

"Yea, yea. I wanna fuck you too, Minnie," Dot joked. She loved messing with Minerva, claiming that the stone-faced elf was the perfect straight man. The dwarf always laughed at her own jokes, which was always happy and hearty enough to send her chest jiggling around. Those dwarven jugs had shown up in his dreams on more than one occasion. Minerva just nodded again, formally acknowledging the joke before she left the apartment. Dot beamed at me as I got back to my feet.

"Well now that Chuckles is gone, whatcha feel like doin'? It's your birthday after all."

"I dunno," I shrugged, sitting over on the couch. I held out a hand for her and she grabbed it, pulling herself up after me with a short grunt. "Did you download any good shows on your brain?"

"Not really. I checked out a season of Quaz but it's basically just another documentary on the war for Mars." I saw Dot's eyes darting through the air as she settled into the couch. It was a sure sign she was checking some of the security feeds in the building to make sure everything was secure. Dot could keep an eye on me and the TV and still watch some drama out on the streets. I was always under tight security (though I'd never had known it until talking to other kids at school), but Dot and me rarely bothered to leave the house.

"There's a yeti concert over at Bayview. I bet I can break into some of the feeds or some dork with crappy Rig security and a front row seat. Or we can try a new app I got for a holo vacay."

"Like vacation videos?" I asked, unsure about half the stuff Dot was into.

"Close... think that but more." She pulled up a holographic keyboard and did some rapid typing. Me or Minerva had some basic access to the place: messing with the temperature or music or the holoscreen TV. With Dot at work, the apartment should have been off its warranty years ago. She overclocked the interest on mom's bank account to give herself a raise without anyone noticing, all while busting open the parental controls on TV. It's how I got to see my first uncut R rated movies on free Pay-Per-View when I was 9, so long as Dot was over to get admin access.

As she worked this time, the whole room shimmered and changed. The limited access of the holographic panels was cast aside as she activated everything in the living room. The ceiling became a blue sky and sunlight while the other chairs and tables turned slowly into roots and stumps. Dot hummed casually as our living room became a full-fledged pine forest surrounded by towering trees, chirping birds and even the smell of pine needles. "Full scans of folks' memories down to the smells and tastes by altering your air filters and temperature controls," Dot explained. She kicked up her feet as the world finished loading, resting her legs on mine and the only couch in sight in the middle of her holographic woods.

There was even a small walking trail between the trees leading down the hall into the kitchen and bathroom.

"Great. I hope you did the bathroom too so I can remember what it's like to squat in the bushes."

"Look, you know taking you camping was Yuki's idea, not mine. I'm just fine here in my holo cocoon with my pine scented AC." She summoned some up some holo controllers and a monitor that spread out a good five feet across. "Well I'm sick of nature. Want to frag some scrubs on the net?"

"Can I play it on normal mode?"

"Ah! Okay, fine." When I was 8 years old, I was briefly the top-ranked player on that old Menace Online FPS. I got bored of it because it was too easy and started playing something else. Once I realized Dot was an actual hacker, the fact that my clumsy button mashing beat international pros made a lot more sense. Especially when they kept hitting lag spikes when they were up against me. Sometimes she offered "Easy mode" whenever I was playing anything online, but I prefer the challenge.

I just didn't like this level of challenge. We got into a tough server in Hex Blade because I was always one of the first ten to get eliminated. Dot lasted a little longer with her master key work. She was no expert, but she was usually playing or watching something in the corner of her HUD. I still think she'd get knocked out on purpose so I wasn't bored waiting on her. "Well we suck."

"Sometimes you just gotta suck," Dot said with a wink. "Reminds me. Here. Happy birthday. It should help you cope with the loss of your cyborg samurai, may he rust in peace." The dwarf dug into her pocket and tossed a four-inch long plastic case into my lap. I flicked it open and found a pair of small plastic tubes inside, looking like hollowed out pens. They were made to crumple up easily so they looked like nothing but the wrapper off a straw of a snake cake when you were done inhaling them.

"Uh... Dot?"

"Yo?" she asked as she checked her stats.

"I think you gave me your stuff by mistake."

"That's the Cloud 9 stims, right?"

"I have no idea. You just gave me drugs. The clear plastic ones."

"Nah that's right. It's Cloud 9. You suck on the tip for a while and it gets you high as fuck. Feeds your pleasure centers so it feels like eating your favorite foods while getting your titties sucked." I might not have mentioned that Dot was the most casual of my protectors. I guess when her abilites are all in hacking and security systems she could do in her sleep, she doesn't have to stress about me too much.

"I assume that's a good one since I don't have one of those," I chuckled.

"What? You don't have a favorite food?" Dot teased with a grin. Of course she knew mine was orcish takeout noodles. Aunt Gert had got me hooked on them early. "But c'mon. I figured it's your first time. Why not play some games with your Aunt Dot and never rage over any of your games?"

"Because I'm 18. You have to be 20 to take this stuff."

"Sport, half of the shit I do every day is technically illegal. Just let me be the cool aunt, kay?"

What could I do but accept the gift? I passed her one of the breathers and she carefully showed me how to use them to the best effect. She bit into the tip of one and tore it off like a straw, keeping it in her mouth and her big breasts puffing up as she inhaled with her mouth and out through her nose. A couple of breaths in she gestured for me to go ahead as she tossed aside her wrapper. "Yep. That's good stuff," she giggled with the big grin always on her face getting wider. I followed my aunt's example and in seconds instantly felt like pins and needles in my feet.

It's a bit of blur after that, but it was a lot like she said. Everything was warm and a little numb, and I felt super happy. We giggled at nothing together and went through some more matches without even batting an eye when we lost. Time was a little fuzzy from there and things skipped around a little. I remember noticing she'd taken off her pants and smiling a lot at that, eying up her short but chubby thighs. Her eyes raised to meet mine and she just spread her legs out farther with this deep, relaxed sigh. I remember her struggling to take off her bra and pulling her into my lap to help with the hooks. It felt amazing having my thick, short aunt sitting on my erection while I took off her bra. I was pretty out of it as I rubbed the smooth skin of her strong little back and could feel her moaning through my fingertips. Everything felt so good on Cloud 9, but Aunt Dot felt the best of all.

Everything just felt perfect from there. Drugged up sex will do that, I guess, but it was worth it. I didn't remember everything but I have some flashes of it that will be on my mind forever. You don't forget a dwarf hacker on all fours, rig glistening in the sunlight of the fake forest between your legs, huge breasts hanging low as she sucks you off. Dot never pushed it too deep and I can't blame her with her smaller mouth, but she more than made up for it. The cheerful dwarf's heavy tits bounced along with her head, pushing her wide, hard nipples against my legs. Her soft lips and wet tongue were always in motion, rubbing her mouth all over my hardon piece by piece.

I couldn't tell you how long she was down there. Just that it was amazing. She kept giggling cutely which made some drool run down her lips and my cock, which she'd quickly lick up before going back to work. I might have orgasmed from that or I may have just spaced out for a while. I sort of drifted out for a minute after that and the next thing I remembered was her standing on the floor/grass.

"Still with me, tiger?" she asked in a singsong voice. I moaned and squeezed her tits, realizing they were in my hand as well as my lap. She was giving me a standing titjob as I sat on the couch, her big warm rack around my shaft in a soft but firm fit. I could hear her soft skin slapping together against my dripping cock. I didn't even know tits came that soft as my pudgy little aunt's rack. I tugged and bounced her tits as she remained the most important thing in my euphoric mind, focusing on her as she rolled back and forth to slide her chest along my lap. I made a vaguely affirmative noise to her question, probably with enough of a delay to doubt my actual clarity.

Dot gave another high-pitched giggle as she climbed onto the couch. I swear I could feel every inch of her flesh as her tits peeled off my cock. "For a guy twice my size, you sure are a lightweight," she teased as she took my hand. I squeezed it back as even holding her hand felt amazing. I felt my eyes water when I started remembering walking through the mall holding her hand while she was still a little taller than I was.

"It's okay, big guy. I got you," Dot assured me.

"I'm good," I replied as I wiped one of my eyes.

"You sure are. Now c'mon. Your auntie ain't gonna fuck herself." Dot turned around, still holding my hand as she went back on all fours. This time she was facing away from me as she braced the hand she was holding on her hip. She slapped her other ass cheek with her metal hand and my cock immediately told me what to do. I thrust myself between her thighs until I felt her pussy squeezing around it. I wasn't sure how much of the soft friction was her ass, thighs or pussy, but Dot was soft all over and she buried her face into the nearest pillow to bury her shout of excitement. It must have been good for her too, especially since it wasn't a minute into it that I saw her ass start shaking. I thought she was trying to entice me further but then I felt the puddle of her cum pooling against my knees. I couldn't see Dot's smile while she was face-down in the pillow, but I knew it was there. It always was.

I didn't feel myself cumming inside her so much as a huge rush of warmth through my body, as if her pussy was hugging me all over (yes it was weird and yes I loved it). I remembered regaining some of my senses again curled up on the couch, Dot and me in each other's arms.She was facing me now, tits against my stomach and my dick nestled inside her. I couldn't reach deep in a woman that small, but her warm thighs hugged around the rest. I just took a minute of my feelgood drug's bliss to smell her hair and hold her like the teddy bear she always was to me; fun, small, fluffy and safe. I woke up in the same position in the middle of the night, the warm and fuzzies still lingering from the Cloud 9. I smiled down at my dozing dwarf and decided not to bother getting to bed and just held her tighter before dozing off for the night.