"Come on in, ma'am, welcome home" he greeted her and then chugged back his beer. Home! She loved the sound of that! "Glad to be home with you" she croaked out in her old, raspy voice that whistled due to her missing teeth. "Most important thing you gotta do is clean and polish all my leather." He took another chug of beer, then continued, "my boots, hats, pants, chaps, everything. I want it all to shine real good, ma'am, like mirrors." Mary-Lou excitedly nodded yes, "Yes! I can't wait! I'm so excited to be with you!" Matt had no clue that by doing Mary-Lou the simple favor of sticking up for her, he now had a deluded mental case obsessed with him.
Mary-Lou was now living her dream. She spent almost her entire day and night in Matt's dressing-room to be part of Matt's kinky life. She only left to go get junk food or go back to her motel room to sleep. She spent her days rubbing Matt's leather gear all over her body. She took his leather pants or chaps and rubbed them against her creaming cunt, getting them covered in even more bodily fluid than was already on them! She would use his cowboy boots as dildos, sliding the pointed toes deep inside her pussy until she exploded all over them.
Mary-Lou watched Matt's sleazy striptease every night. Matt was a sex god, grinding his muscular body to the loud club music, humping the floor in his shiny black leather chaps, his brick chest straining under his black studded-leather vest, his slick black cowboy boots pounding the stage, and waving his black leather cowboy hat above his head shouting "yeeeee-haaawww".
Mary-Lou's favorite part was when he lubed up and jerked his amazing cock; he gyrated his hot body with every jerk of his super-sized cock with his right hand, rubbing his studded-leather vest with his other hand, loving his own body. Sometimes he'd look at the old fat woman in her teddy bear sweater clutching her cane, and stare straight into her eyes as he jacked off. And when he shot his stream of hot creamy cum, Mary-Lou's pussy creamed all over her sweatpants.
But Mary-Lou became enraged when Matt fucked other people on stage or backstage. She hated it as Matt screwed the hot strippers with their perfect bodies, big tits, and crotch-high leather boots; she hated it as their leather boots rubbed all over Matt's shiny black leather chaps; she hated it as Matt's steel-hard cock penetrated their wet pussies so deep, right down to his cock's big root; she hated it as the strippers removed Matt's black leather cowboy hat from his head and pulled on his dark blond hair; she hated their loud, long, hot moans and howls as Matt jizzed deep inside them.
She would watch his amazing fuck scenes in anger and lust, clutching her cane so hard that it left calluses on her grimy hands. Matt belonged to her, not them! Matt married her, not them! Matt loved her, not them!
