Warning, this is just a work of NBM fiction and contains taboo themes from the last chapter.

Continued from part 3 here:

Kate carried the shoebox with Joe’s head inside over to his house. She had texted Joe (the body had his phone, after all) and his mom to let them know his head was safe and sound and on its way. She sent a picture of the detached, smiling head in the old Nike box and his mom gave a heart emoji and texted back we’ll be waiting! 

Kate rang the doorbell. A woman, who would normally be a taller woman if she had her head on, answered the door wearing one of Jess’ kitchen aprons and nothing else. She filled out the top of the apron as much as Jess did, Kate thought. And her bare but freckled hips spilled out over the sides of it. Maybe Kate should stay over, in a fleeting thought, but considering she barely spent time with her own husband she decided to just hand the box over to the headless milf. Her body pulled a phone out of the pocket in the front to text thank you and Kate went on her way after saying “Have fun!”

Joe felt himself carried over to a wooden table, and confirmed he was in the kitchen when he saw the headless version of his mom open the box. She clutched her hands together in joy seeing her son, or part of him, again and carried him out of the box and onto the table. She set her phone down next to him as the oven beeped the signal that it had reached its set temperature. Her body gave a little jump, and turned around to give Joe a full view of her backside with swimsuit tan lines, sauntering over to put a tray of something in to bake. She was only wearing the black apron after all. He’d try to sneak glances of her after their stay at Las Palmas but the unabashed boldness of her body today was such a turn-on - a matronly figure with just the right amount of plump in the right places and unafraid to show it off.

After setting the oven timer, her phone buzzed on the table next to Joe. Joe saw it was a text from one of her friends. Jessica’s body went over to pick up the phone, trying to read and analyze the message and began typing a long message, each big thumb press causing her breasts to jiggle behind the black apron. Absent-mindedly, the body was still texting and dropped the phone on the ground. It bent over to pick it up and turned around to sit down for a longer response. The problem was, Joe’s head on the low kitchen table was right where she decided to park her seat. In slow motion, Joe saw the large, freckled cheeks spread around his vision, he was too late to warn her (or was that intentional he didn’t, he thought). His nose and mouth were pushed deep inside her crack as she sat down and shimmied herself to get comfortable, his sight now black and only his ears seemed to be connected to the outside world, albeit muffled by the massive rear end.

It’s not how he pictured getting here, but he did wish to start his day with some booty on the menu. He breathed in the intoxicating, forbidden smell mingled with the bright scents of soap - she must’ve used Jess’ body wash this morning. His mom’s body did not seem to notice or care yet, he couldn’t feel a reaction from her. Joe went further. He opened his mouth to feel with his lips where he was, and quickly found his lips were hovering right over her butthole. He took his shot. Starting with a mushy kiss, he sucked on the opening before him. That got the body’s attention. But not to pull him out. Joe felt her wiggle her ass into the table. Joe had the green light. He french kissed blindly, swirling his tongue around her asscrack and plunging it in occasionally to keep her guessing. First her nails, then the rest of her fingers, pushed on Joe’s head to keep him wedged in place. He scooped and twisted his tongue - he’d never rimmed someone before so he tried any technique guided by his instincts. Joe finally heard the telltale “Ooo!” sounds coming from another room. Her body stood up and navigated to the sound. “Oh my god, yes! Oh, fuck!” was what Joe heard in his mom’s voice. The body knelt down to rest her forearms on the coffee table, exposing the back of his head and her backside to an awaiting audience.

Little did Joe know that his body had come downstairs right after his head was dropped off. Dressed in a white undershirt and gym shorts after showering off, he had decided to sit with his mom’s detached head in the living room. Her body was whipping up something in the kitchen, so Joe’s headless body kept her company, putting her in his lap and twirling her hair to help her feel relaxed. Plus, he could feel her warm breath through the mesh shorts.  It wasn’t until her head started to squirm and moan in his lap, with the surprise sequence of events that unfolded in the kitchen, that he knew something was up. His body, sensing the heat of her breath on his crotch, started to perk back up in his shorts. He finally realized what was going on once he saw his mom walking stiffly, pawing at her backside and bending over on the table. He deftly slid her detached head towards the tent in his shorts, she took the hint and mouthed it, softly biting it from time to time through his shorts as his head played with her body. She couldn’t take her eyes off her body. Joe’s body sat back and enjoyed the show, touching and rubbing her ear to add some more intimacy.

Joe’s head tried to greet or acknowledge his mom’s head but he was preoccupied at the moment. Slathering her hole over and over, he was really enjoying every element of the experience. He felt fully engulfed by her soft, cushy ass, blinded in the warm, exotic darkness where his other senses had become more active to overcompensate - touch, taste, smell went into an erotic hyperdrive. Pungent but pleasant, darkly sweet was how he could describe it. It was his first time doing this after all, and he was living out his secret fantasy in a way he previously hadn’t thought ever possible. Her hand grabbed tighter around the back of his head, and he felt her body quiver wildly. He could tell she was into it too, and with every stroke and poke of his tongue he could sense it was her first time too. Finally, as saliva and sweat dripped down between her legs, his mom’s body reached its first anal orgasm, the initial wave jolting her violently followed by softer aftershocks. Her head was in ecstasy, eyes rolling back and the quick, noiseless gasp of air signaled that the intense warmth of the endorphins overwhelmed her senses. The body tried to stand up but wobbled as her legs gave out and she folded over, ass pointed up toward her head and Joe’s body.

His mom’s head took a minute to cool down, looking back and forth between her body with her son’s head up her ass and his engorged dick next to her. She heard the muffles of Joe’s voice coming from her butt and she finally asked Joe’s body to help yank it loose. His body didn’t mind where his head was, and took his time getting to it. However, he couldn’t get a great grip without painfully pulling his hair. Her body tried next. She couldn’t get great leverage. Joe’s tongue and cheeks were sore after what he gave her, and was ready to get out, and starting to get a little nervous he might be stuck. He’d say where the lube was upstairs if he could, or maybe not because he’d feel weird having his mom rifle through his drawer. But then again, considering where he was now, it wouldn’t be top 10 weird things this weekend.

Luckily his mom, the baker that she was, remembered seeing coconut oil in the cupboard, and so told her body to use the makeshift lube to help pull his head out. Sliding her finger in and around her butt crack with the oil, she yanked on his neck stump and pushed her core hard, finally pulling out Joe’s head.  He was relieved to have fresh air again (and a nice view again of her now-polished backside). Her body returned back to the living room, with his head in the crook of her arm.

“Hey… uh so you found our guillotine,” Joe opened awkwardly.

His mom Jessica, now perched upright on his thigh, responded cheerily, “Yes, and quite a surprise. Wow! I, uh, didn’t know I would like that. Among other things from yesterday and today. I’m glad to see you have your head back.”

“Thanks, I am too. And I liked it too.”

The oven timer went off, and her body handed his head back to his body to attend to her baked goods.  His body was enjoying the headlessness, so he put his head on his other thigh, opposite of his mom yet with his erection separating them.

“You know,” his mom said, “it’s like you knew my little new fantasy.”

“Oh, you mean with… your butt?”

“Well, that too now,“ she blushed, “but I mean with our heads chopped off.”

“What do you mean?”

“I borrowed a book from a girl friend, a romance novel called Sleepy Hollow Seduction last week. I was about three-quarters the way through the book and decided to bring it over while I helped you house sit while Jess was gone.” Her eyes lit up in telling the recap of the smut book. “The main character, a woman whose husband ran off years ago, decided to go to a party to break out of her funk and embarked to find a spark again, meeting another young man at the harvest party. It was the 1800s I think. Anyway after a friend’s birthday party, he walked her home late one night and despite her begging him to stay with her, he left on that fateful full moon night through the haunted forest.

“The legendary headless horseman was rumored to roam the woods at night. She didn’t see her new boy toy the next day at the market and went to his house, where she found the decapitated body of her lover, and to her even greater shock, alive. His body was shirtless, chopping wood, and as soon as he felt her touch he knew it was her. After a steamy chapter describing their “reconnection,” she felt she didn’t want him to be alone in this condition. That night, she went into the forest with him, begging into the cold forest air for the headless horseman to take her head too. Behind her, the ghost appeared and took pity on her holding the hand of her lover. So the horseman chopped off her head but placed it back in her hands, so that she could still be with him. I was just getting to the part of the book where they were starting to be creative with their headless bodies back at his cabin before I came over to your house. Then I knocked on the door and saw your shirtless, headless body like she did.”

She paused. “I have to admit I was scared but your body pulled out its phone right away and tried to explain. I was happy to hear you were safe. Your body offered to take up my suitcase and brought down one of Jess’ swimsuits so I could lay out and get some sun. It sounded lovely, so I agreed. Then, after watching you for a bit in the yard, sporting that,” she shot a glance at Joe’s raging erection, “and reading up my book, well one thing led to another. It liberated something in me. You remember that Palms place we went to, right?”

“Yes, Las Palmas,” Joe said. “Not a weekend you easily forget,” he chuckled. “But also because, well, you looked unforgettable if I have to be honest. I had a hard time looking away. You were confident while naked, which made you look even sexier and still now, well I…” Joe couldn’t believe that word came out of his mouth, but then again he couldn’t believe the last ten minutes either. “...I think you are just as hot now as you were then, if not more now.”

His mom, face turning red at the complements, took them in stride. She could tell he was telling the truth as the member in her field of vision seemed to grow stiffer as he spoke. “Well, Joe, I am ate up with you. You were such a good young man that whole trip in that unique situation and it turned me on a bit, if I have to confess. It’s why I wanted you to hold me at night. And it didn’t hurt, you are pretty easy on the eyes.” Her eyes darted to and from his erection again. “Even yesterday, you wanted to treat me right and your body tried to give me oral after I did. Poor thing just rubbed your neck against my coochie, trying as best as a headless body can give head. The stubble on your neck did feel electric though. You were adamant that I was comfortable or refilling my drinks or had my feet up, even if my footrest was your lap. And then you carried my body upstairs over your shoulders like it was nothing and rocked my world…” She beamed thinking about yesterday and today.

“We’ll keep it between us now, but this is the most fun I’ve had in years. Thank you for letting me live out this new fantasy - I didn’t know I would love being in two pieces this much.” She blew a kiss to him as her body picked up her head from his lap.

To be continued