You watched the women play volleyball for a bit from the comfort of your seat. Watching their naked bodies jumping up and down, jiggling with sweat streaming down into their crevices. But something was bothering you a bit. You were a bit curious about the jungle behind you and what might lay inside. So you got up from your chair announced you would explore it for a bit. Of course your new harem wanted to tag along.
As you walked down the path you winced a bit at the thorny branches and sharp rocks digging into your feet with every step. You also knew from the hisses around you that the beautiful naked ladies surrounding you felt the same. Luckily you had a solution. You could just wish for nine pairs of flip flops, but you had a much better idea.
“I wish all of our feet were tough enough to were we didn’t need to ever wear shoes.” You said, and let out a sigh of relief along with the rest of your harem as the pain went away.
Your group of MILFs continued down the path bare foot with you taking the lead. The trees were getting thicker the further in you went and the jungle just a bit darker. At some point Mrs. Janson started holding your hand. Though you didn’t mind this one bit. Seeing this Mrs. Gabrielle slowly weaved her way through the group of divorcees and got closer to you. Cautiously reaching out a hand to your free one, but getting scared and tugging it away, before then trying again.
Suddenly there was a loud twig snapping noise and Mrs. Gabrielle rapped her arms around you whimpering, your arm shoved right between her giant sweaty boobs and hand rubbing against her muffin top. She the shortest and chubbiest of the group only coming up to your shoulders (though you still found her sexy). Her abusive relationship had left the short stack emotionally scared and timid. But also really shy and quiet, which only added to here cuteness.
You looked down at her as the short stack squeezed you tight, looking up at you through her cute glasses and short black hair.
“Y-y- you’ll p-p-protect me r-r-r-right” Mrs. Gabriella stammered adorably. You took your hand out of Mrs. Janson’s grasp and patted her head making her blush.
“Oh please.” Said Mrs. Priven stepping to the front of the group and past you. “If anyone’s gonna protect us it’s gonna be me!”
She boasted doing a few kicks in the air. She had taken up jogging to relieve stress of her relationship never working out, and it showed in how muscular her legs had become. The Latina woman let out various “hya”s with each kick before then sweeping it around and putting her wrinkly dirt covered foot right in front of your face and smirking. Needless to say you were hard as diamond. But thankfully only Mrs. Janson noticed.
“Oh please.” Said another voice you recognized.
Mrs. Flemington the oldest of the group stepped behind you and rested her breasts on top of your head, her sweaty abs grinding against the back of your head. She had taken her divorce even harder than Mrs. Priven, and took the opportunity to work on her entire body not just her legs. She was now a towering Amazon MILF of muscle. Mrs. Flemington rapped her large glistening biceps around you, Mrs. Gabriella, and Mrs. Janson for good measure.
“If anyone’s gonna protect Joeywowwy and Mrs. Gabby it’s clearly me. Everyone knows I can take you in a fight.” Mrs. Flemington proudly said. You looked up at her and she looked down at you also noticing your erection and licking her lips.
Mrs. Priven raised her leg and pointed a toe at Mrs. Flemington, giving you a totally uncensored view of her cleanly shaved tan pussy. Your trunks at this point felt like they would fly off at any moment.
“Wanna test that theory?” She asked.
Mrs. Flemington let go of the three of you and cracked her knuckles.
“Any time.”
This was nuts. You were about to have two naked strong MILFs fight right in front of you about protecting you and your harem. You had to put a stop to this… or did you?