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CAUGHT
One sunny afternoon, after over twelve months of blissful cohabitation, Mona Slevinski appeared on the scene and changed everything.
While Harvey and Jocelyn were busy in the bedroom Mona was approaching the house in her little orange VW Beatle, put-put-putting along like a really slow rider of the apocalypse.
The full-bosomed horse-faced brunette was dropping off clothing for the needy, a garbage bag full of clothes that had been in her car for weeks because she kept forgetting to drop it at the church.
Ms. Handcock would take care of it for her. The cranky old bitch is always looking for ways to ingratiate herself with Father O'Connor, she thought to herself.
Nursing the awkward sack under one arm she scuttled up the footpath onto the old woman's front porch and tapped lightly on the frosted glass of the front door. When there was no reply she tried the big brass knocker.
"Hey... Miss Handcock are you there?"
Sighing in exasperation when there was no response she dropped the bag and walked down the driveway at the side of the house, past the old garage, and through the gate into Ms. Handcock's backyard.
Mona tried again at the backdoor, knocking on the timber frame... "Miss Handcock... are you there?"
Shit, she thought to herself. I'll just leave it on the front porch...
And that would have been that, except that in passing Mona noticed Jocelyn's bedroom widows was ajar. It was only a crack but the busybody woman jumped at the opportunity to peek. Bending low she glanced inside.
What she saw didn't register at first. She kept staring until the picture of Harvey and Jocelyn intertwined on the old woman's bed was burnt into her eyeballs.
Oh me oh my, thought the meddling woman.
The snoop was both horrified and fascinated. Like looking at a car accident, she couldn't tear her eyes away.
They were doing it missionary style. Old Ms. Handcock was lying on her back, her head propped up on pillows, long dyed auburn hair cascading down, her knees up and spread apart. Rearing up between her legs was young Harvey Besinger, his powerful arms supporting his muscular young body, leaning over her. His... his... thing was...
Mona's mouth fell open and she bit her knuckles to keep from screaming.
The handsome young man was moving up and down, his tight buttocks pumping in and out of the old woman at a fast steady pace.
Indignation and abhorrence filled her. It was an immoral site... one she should have turned away from instantly but...
Ms. Handcock's hands were roaming all over the boy's tanned taught body, his arms, shoulders, down his back to his tight pert bottom. Her hands grasped his buns and pushed him harder inside her.
Mona heard the old woman's husky deep groans of pleasure and to her horror felt her nipples harden and breast milk leak out - a sure sign she was aroused. Mona was breastfeeding her youngest.
Embarrassed and disgusted with her traitorous body, she tried to look away but found herself unable to.
And they were kissing, somehow even more intimate than the sex. Phil, her husband, had never kissed her like that. Every now and then the boy would lean down to the old woman and, without changing his rhythm, search out her mouth with his. They kissed long and hard, passionate, tongue in mouth kissing, as he stroked in and out, in and out, in and out...
After several minutes Mona saw Jocelyn Handcock roll over onto her knees and presented her huge bum to the boy. Her fat saggy tits dangled down like the gigantic cow udders they were, even bigger than Mona's own big milky breastfeeding boobs.
In horror, she watched Harvey Besinger, get up on his knees behind her and insert that colossal baseball-bat 'thing' of his slowly inside Ms. Handcock's backside.... not where it was supposed to go... the other hole!
When she heard the lead soprano of the Ladies of Perpetual Virtue Choir squealing like a pig and her huge bum wobbling like jello as the boy pounded her bottom-hole, it was more than Mona could bare. After one long last look, she fled.
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The gossip began straight away.
Mona reported to her best friend Clair and she reported to her husband. They told people and those people told more people and faster than a speeding bullet everybody they knew, knew.
The church was in an uproar. A quiet whispered mealy-mouthed sort of uproar but uproar nonetheless. It was a scandal of the juiciest sort. Everyone knew that Harvey was boarding with the old lady while he finished school, so for many, especially the women in the congregation, it wasn't too much of a stretch to imagine something going on.
Of course, there was plenty of total disbelief as well. Many if not most people thought the whole thing most unlikely. She was so old and haggard and he was so young and handsome...
But where there's smoke there's fire. There was no doubting the old Handcock woman had a spring in her step these days.
Jocelyn and Harvey picked up on the not-so-subtle undercurrent and, hoping to halt the whole thing in its tracks, made a real effort to never be seen together more than they absolutely had to. But it did no good. Mona had planted the seed and it had taken root.
There were always people looking at them when they arrived at church, whispering and staring when they thought the unusual couple wasn't looking - and even sometimes when they were. Even her fellow Women's Church Committee members became cool and offhand. That stupid Madelyn Grovsner actually contradicted her, something nobody ever did to Jocelyn.
And then the day came when Father O'Connor mentioned it to Jocelyn in the confessional. The normally gregarious priest was quite stern.
"Now Miss Handcock are you sure there is nothing more you'll be needin' to be tellin' me?
"What are you getting at Father?" she demanded angrily. "I've told you my indiscretions... I thought less of Brenda Crawly for swearing... I yelled at the bagging boy at Woolworths..."
"Well... now... Jocelyn," he continued delicately, "You'll be telling me that the horrid story I've been hearin' is not true..."
"Story?..." she exclaimed. "What horrid story? Since when do members of the clergy start listening to ideal, mean gossip?..."
Chastised, the poor man tried desperately to placate the furious old woman. He was not good at dealing with situations like this.
"Now now Ms. Handcock, there'll be no reason to be getting yourself upset. I would be most remiss not to mention it. We are a small congregation and these sorts of things... well... frankly... I would not be driving alone with young Harvey anymore..."
"Oh Father... how can you even think such a thing... he's only a boy for goodness sake... he is boarding with me... his parents know..."
"Sometimes me dear Ms. Handcock we must put the good of the many ahead that of the few. If our actions, however innocent... should cause our brothers and sisters to stumble... well... well that just wouldn't do Ms. Handcock... it would not do at all!"
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A COLD WET SUNDAY
For the first time ever Jocelyn Handcock didn't go to church the following Sunday. Instead, she chose to spend the day in bed with her toy boy.
Surprisingly for some, it was not an easy decision for the old woman to make. The church had been the biggest part of her life for fifty years. When she had nothing and nobody, her religion had been there for her. It was hard to let it go, even for one day.
