*A Word of Caution; This story is long and it may be difficult for some readers. It contains intense erotic and fetish elements, as well as elements of disturbing and extreme domination. This story also contains strong elements of Incest/Taboo, disrespect of religion, and the author advises that if any reader feels like they would be disturbed or offended by this content of the story, it may be a good idea not to read it. If, however, you are interested in a story of how a woman is dominated by a total stranger, then please, continue. The author wishes to explain that even though there are elements of disrespect towards religion, the author in no way stands by such things and has very strong faith.
So we begin.*
Ami Thompson was the perfect Christian wife. She was faithful, to both the Lord, and to her husband. She was the wife of the town Mayor, and therefore held a position of standing and celebrity. Ami was also a leading member of the community council, and a women's rights advocate. At the ages of forty-one and forty-five respectively, both Ami and her husband, Mayor Jonathan Thompson, had but a single child. A daughter of eighteen, named Samantha, who, in every sense of the word, was beautiful. She, in fact, was becoming quite an influence amongst the youth of the community. Naturally she was going to fall into a similar role to her mother as she grew older.
Samantha was learning to be a lady of standing and respect. She, like her mother and father, attended Sunday mass every week, as an example in order to keep her age group from digressing from the Lord. She was a fine, young, Christian woman.
However, like all young people of any time, Samantha was in the midst of temptation by more "modern" and youthful pursuits. Like fitness, Instasnapping and boys. She was not allowed to have a boyfriend, despite being eighteen, as her parents believed that until she finished school, it was a distraction from her career. Which was fair, though this caused friction between herself and her parents, especially with her mother. Samantha was being taught to be humble and conservative, like her mother, and she would regularly have to be reprimanded for wearing a revealing dress. Especially if the family was going to church. Which, incidentally, is where this story begins.
The sky, that Sunday morning, was tinted with the lightest of blues and was not blemished in the slightest by the faintest trace of a cloud. The flaming sun was blaring upon the suburban housing estate in which the Mayor's house was situated. All along both sides of the long, tree lined stretch of estate, people were out in their gardens. Some already basking in the hot glory of the beautiful, dressed in bathing suits or their underwear. This was truly God sent morning.
The heavy thunk of the car booth falling shut startled the distracted Mayor and made him jump. Ami stepped up beside him and ignored his usual nervousness and looked down at her phone for the time. Despite her settling on a conservative and completely covering yet fashionable clothing style, she was an attractive woman in her early forties with a lithe frame and shoulder-length blonde hair. Her thin waist and toned hips were tilted and jutting out to the side as she rested most of her weight on one of her smooth and nicely shaped, thin legs.
Her perfect albeit slightly wrinkled face scowled and her blue eyes glared as she silently cursed and then quickly blessed herself. She crossed her arms under her small and still firm breasts and her hand bag hung from the crook of her elbow.
"Sammy! Come on, we are going to be late for church! You know that we can't be late, us of all people!" She called up to her daughters open bedroom window. The light, lacy, white curtains billowed out of the window and Ami was answered with the sound of scrambling and someone falling over something. A long moment later, Sammys face appeared, looking down at her mother.
She was frantically pulling a dress over her quite evidently naked body. On seeing Samantha at the window with nothing on and the soft, pink nipples of her round, plump, heavy breasts dotting her white, young body, Ami quickly looked away. She had to direct John not to look at her, since he was staring up at the nicely shaped, unclad young lady with a dumb look and an open mouth as he waited at the open car door. He had a habit of staring after the young lady. There was no surprise in that. Not only was he a weak, little man who was completely celibate, Samantha was a more than averagely gorgeous young woman, who happened to be naked in front of him.
"Just a minute maw! I am nearly ready!" She called out from deep inside the entrapping folds of her tight dress which had been covering her face. Her busty, naked breasts were bursting from her body as she tried to yank the dress on down over her head. They jiggled and bounced as she jerked her body. As she swayed her hips this way and that, she hopped close to the window and was trying something of a reverse pushing technique to try get her breasts through the tight waist line of the dress. She thrust her hips up and forward and her big breasts bounced up into her face. It became quite evident, also, that she was not yet wearing panties, as Ami caught sight of her daughters hairy mound as she thrust her hips at the open window. She disappeared into the room and Ami closed her eyes at the sight of Samanthas naked body, and tried to focus on telling the rushing eighteen year old off, but not before she had to hiss at John for staring up at the window again. Stupid, perverted man.
"Heck Sammy, how many times have I told you to do your hair before we leave? And- that better not be the dress I think it is! And you know that I want you wearing a bra!" Ami hollered up at the now empty window.
"I did do my hair! And this is my favorite dress maw! No time for a bra, you said it yourself, we gotta go!" A muffled voice lightly called back, followed by the comedic sight of the pretty eighteen-year old hopping on one foot with her bare leg bent so her knee was at her shoulder. Her overflowing cleavage was in full view as the two heavy, bra less breasts hung, bounced and swayed from her body in the loose fabric of her dress. She had somewhat successfully wrestled the dress on, and she was now in the throes of trying to pull on her lacy white panties over her bare feet. She stuck her foot out the window as she pulled her little panties up her bare leg and Ami momentarily saw the tight, hairy slit of her daughters little pussy, and she cursed again, but quickly blessed herself. As Sammy hopped around, now with her back to the window, the Mayor's jaw dropped when she bounced and stuck her bare ass out the window too far, which wasn't at all hidden by her loose, mid thigh length dress from that extreme angle. She then fell back and managed to catch herself with both hands in a sitting position on her window sill, before tumbling forward and out of sight again with a muffled thump and a yelp. The brief, longer sight of her exposed, tight hole and her hairy, little, pink pussy made Ami eyes fly open, and she had to look down at the ground in surprise and embarrassment.
"Dear Lord give me the strength to teach this shameless, little klutz how to be a lady before it's too late." Ami muttered in derision under her breath.
Not long after, the spritley young lady thumped down the stairs and flew out the front door at full gallop, pulling the door closed with a slam. Her large chest was flying left and right with every lunging step and threatened to fly out of her low cut dress at any moment. Her short dress hiked right up around her waist and completely uncovered her naked, toned legs and white panties as she ran in her bare feet. She had a huge smile on her face as she tried to control her wind whipped, curly, blonde hair and sprinted toward the car only to slow down and compose herself as she passed her mother. She gave her a respectful smile and a quick nod as she tried to get past without Ami noticing what she was wearing. She held her polished church shoes in her hands down her front between her legs.
