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This chapter has some mild bondage themes. If this offends you, maybe read something else? All characters are over 18 years of age. All players are consenting adults.
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MONA THE MOANER
Little by little, as the years in the old lady's company took their toll, Mona Slevinski sunk further and further into subservience to the dominant old woman. Anything Mrs Besinger wanted she got.
Being disciplined and used by her mistress had become the high point of Mona's life. Nothing was off the table and Mona loved it. She had come to realize that this was what she was born to be... a slave to the old lady's slightest whim.
Sometimes she was even naughty on purpose, taunting the old woman so she would be punished even more... and Jocelyn would happily oblige, dealing with each perceived slight sternly and immediately. It was a symbiotic relationship that suited both women perfectly.
Forgetting to soak the old lady's underwear before washing might earn Mona a stern warning. Not vacuuming the skirting boards in the spare bedroom could earn her a spanking. Talking out of turn, actually voicing her opinion, might earn the disobedient MILF a sharp slap on the face... or even a strike or two of the riding crop across her bare beautiful bottom...
Jocelyn would never and could never have treated Harvey the way she treated Mona. Her relationship with her slave girl gave the tyrannical old woman the freedom to enjoy dominating another human... and that really floated her boat.
And Mona had no one to punish her if Mrs Besinger didn't do it. Away from her mistress, everyone saw Mona Slevinski as sensible and capable... a beautiful woman in charge of her life. The truth was quite the opposite. Jocelyn had groomed her to the point where Mona wasn't happy unless she was playing out her mistress's depraved fantasies.
The morning after Jocelyn and Harvey gave Mrs Hoggart a thrill on their back deck, Mona was waiting patiently in her car for Harvey to leave for school.
Anybody who happened to glance her way as they walked past, would have seen a striking brunette in large dark glasses, wearing a stylish tan trench coat... like a movie star trying to go incognito.
None of those early morning passes-by would ever have guessed she was bare-butt naked under the coat she wore... unless they were particularly observant and noticed the dampness around the glamorous woman's substantial bust. At the ends of Mona's full DDD boobs, mothers milk was leaking out. Two plate-sized damp spots were spreading out from each nipple.
Mona was still breastfeeding three of her children... including her latest, eighth child. She'd decided that this latest little chap was going to be her last. and, even though she knew it was a sin, she started taking birth control. Time and Mrs Besinger's influence had changed her. She was no longer the avid catholic she once had been. She'd had enough of being an incubator.
To make matters worse the latest addition to the Slevinski brood was Harvey's... a gorgeous little fellow that, even at this early stage, Mona could see belonged to her handsome young master. She'd spent most of her pregnancy worrying about how she'd explain it to her husband. Ironically it was Father O'Conner who came to her rescue. He simply suggested she keep the child's real dad a secret and this advice proved to be correct. Phil (the Dill) didn't even blink... even though Phillip Junior looked exactly like Harvey.
From the driver-side window of her little VW Beetle, the gorgeous brunette saw the Besingers come out on their front porch. They kissed each other goodbye and, when Harvey walked off around the corner, Mona got out of her little Volkswagen, and hurried across the street.
She was desperately excited. At least twice a week, more if she could find sitters for her children, she was drawn to Jocelyn's house like a moth to a flame.
The thought of what Jocelyn was going to do to her that day filled her with lust so overpowering that her legs were feeling quite rubbery. She wasn't even sure she could make it up the front stairs of the little brick home. Her breath was coming in sharp bursts - like she'd run a marathon rather than just crossing the street.
She was shaking so much that at first she found it difficult to get her key in the lock. Taking a deep calming breath she finally found the slot and, opening the door, stepped inside, closing it quietly behind her.
The house was silent. She knew her mistress would normally go back to bed after Harvey had gone, so Mona took a moment to get her shit together, standing quietly in the cool shadowy dark.
It was so hard to be calm. Her nipples were hard marbles and her cunt was aching for something to be put in it...
Closing her eyes, she forced herself to breathe normally and slowly a change came over her. A calm acceptance like a condemned person might feel as they're led to the gallows.
As if in a trance she undid the buttons of her long coat. When she shrugged it off her shoulders the beautiful mature brunette was naked. She hung it on the back of the door and with that, the last shreds of the 'outside' Mona were gone. On the outside everyone saw her as strong and independent, a natural leader. Now, on the inside, she was a naked brainless sub-person padding barefoot through the quiet house.
At the long hallway mirror, she inspected herself. The maternal hourglass figure that was reflecting back at her was fertile and sensual looking...
Her long brown legs led up to healthy childbearing hips and the little patch of curly black pubic hair that she kept trimmed in a neat arrow. Her perfect, milky, DDD breasts had plucky pink nipples just begging to be suckled. When she got excited, like now, they leaked. Little white teardrops of milk were dripping onto the hallway carpet...
Humbly nodding approval, Mona hurried on. Mrs Besinger will be happy with me I'm sure, she thought.
As she suspected she found her mistress in the main bedroom, spread-eagled and naked on the bed, masturbating her perpetually horny pussy. Her left hand was between her legs and the right was pinching one of her large dark-red nipples...
The old lady was never one to flash her body at people but Mona wasn't people. She ignored her slave completely and kept fingering herself, three fingers of one hand fucking herself. The room smelled of sex...
When she finally acknowledged her it was only to look her up and down carefully... checking for a fault. Her slave was lovely as always.
"Good morning Mona," rasped Jocelyn Besinger as she fucked herself. "Don't you look charming today?"
Bent over, with her eyes on the ground, Mona scurried into the room and stood at the foot of the old woman's bed.
"Thank you my mistress," she mumbled subserviently.
The hold Jocelyn had over her was so strong that as soon as she saw the old woman, Mona's body reacted. Her breath came quicker and her face flushed, her cunt and arse dilated, and her big tits started to really flow properly now... mother's milk drizzling out of her upturned nipples.
What will she do to me today? she wondered. Mona's mind was racing through the possibilities...
"He finished in my arse again this morning," said Jocelyn roughly as she played with herself. "Another big large load in my butt!"
Mona had many chores and duties to perform throughout the day, making the Besinger's bed, washing, ironing, and so on. But the first job was always the same. Mrs Besinger liked Mona to clean her up after her toy-boy had filled her up with cum.
"A little has been dribbling down my legs... but most of it's still up there..."
Jocelyn rolled over and got up on her knees. Turning ponderously about on the unmade bed, she presented Mona with her big fat arse.
"Come on doggy," she cackled joyfully, wiggling her big butt. "Use that lovely tongue..!"
Depending on where Harvey had deposited his load, it was Mona's job to clean the old woman up, sucking Harvey's cum out of whichever orifice was full, her asshole or her pussy... sometimes off the old woman's big zeppelin-shaped tits.
Where she was kneeling, on the floor behind her mistress, Mona's head was level with Jocelyn's big butt. The old lady's huge bum was spread wide in front of her.
Taking a big steadying breath, she placed her hands carefully on Jocelyn's big white bum cheeks...
"Oh yesssssss," hissed the MILF eagerly as she considered the chore in front of her.
There was indeed a river of cum. It was drizzling out of Mrs Besinger's arsehole and down the crevice where her rotund arse cheeks met... tasty warm jizz streaming down over the old lady's cunt...
