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Maddison had asked me if I could help her son with some college work and as soon as I dropped in she stood up from where she was sat at the kitchen table with her son and patted the vacant seat.

‘There you go, Allie. It’s so kind of you to help Jack with his college work! I don’t know the first thing about sciency things! They’re so geeky and boring, so it’s fab you’re here to help!’

Ignoring Maddy’s insinuation that I was geeky and boring, I gave Maddy my perkiest smile as I sat down beside her son at the kitchen table.

“Good girl!” Maddy said, patting me on the head condescendingly, and smiling down at me with a fake smile that felt more like a snarl of contempt.

“Okies then; Jack you pay attention to little miss dweebie here, while I drop off some dinner for her husband.”

It was only when Maddy referenced popping next door with a dinner she had prepared for my husband, that I noticed how dressed up Maddy was; nothing was that overtly more provocative than usual, Maddy has always revelled in being the cheap and cheerful flirty neighbour, but her make-up seemed to be done with a touch more attention to detail, and her denim mini-skirt was short, even by her standards. I was staring at Maddy’s toned and tanned long, slender legs with envy, thinking of my own short, pudgy stumps that I wouldn’t even have the confidence to expose in a mini-skirt, and just when I realised Maddy was so attractive she even had me imagining her naked, Maddy caught my shocked expression and added; “One good turn deserves another!” giving me another of her fake smiles as she picked up the plated meal and waltzed out of the door to my hungry hubby.

“Oh! There’s a plate of donuts in the fridge with your name on it, Allie! Be a good girl and let me see a clean plate when I get back!” Maddy said, her tarty face appearing in the doorway for a second.

I checked the fridge and found a plate of donuts literally with my name on them, surrounded by the health food and salads that were obviously Maddy’s usual diet. The contents of the fridge seemed an expression of the contrast between Maddy and I; Maddy as a fit, svelte, naturally attractive and confident woman, full of the zest of life, and me as a slightly pudgy, unfit, squidgy donut. I left the plate where it was, feeling fat and squidgy, despite Jack continuously trying to coerce me into eating the donuts whilst I helped him with his college work; “But Mom made them for you’… ‘You peckish Allie? Let me get you your donuts!’… ‘You must be hungry by now; it’s dinner time! I at earlier, but why don’t you have your donuts now?

Jack and I sat working hard at Maddy’s kitchen table for about two hours before I sat back, stretching my arms and realised the time.

“Okay Jack. That’s enough for today. We can pick it up another day if you like, but I’ve got to get going.”

“But you haven’t eaten your donuts; Mom’ll be so disappointed after she made them just for you!” Jack beylikdüzü escort said, pleadingly.

“She’ll live!” I told him playfully, and headed home.

When I walked in, Maddy’s denim mini-skirt and pink cashmere sweater were lying by the front door, as though she had stripped off the moment she had arrived to see my hubby. It was as though she wanted me to see her discarded clothes; as if she was bragging about trying to seduce my husband.

“Hi babes, I’m home!” I called out in a friendly sing-song voice, but there was no answer. Downstairs was desolately empty. With a growing feeling of dread and nausea, I reluctantly began to climb the stairs and heard Maddy’s giggly tones coming from our bedroom.

The bedroom door was kept ajar by Maddy’s bra and panties pooled on the floor and I peered in to see my husband and Maddy in our bed. Jez was lying on his back, arms behind his head, looking very relaxed and satiated, while Maddy lay on her front, propped up on her elbows, gliding a manicured nail playfully through my husband’s exposed chest-hair.

“So… does this little arrangement suit you, Mister Hot Stuff; while mother chubbler geeks out with my son doing something I’m no good at, it seems only fair I help her out with something she is no good at. Hmmm?”

“You want to do this everytime your son has homework?” My husband asked.

“Mhm! I’ll keep sending grundle-nugget waddling next door to swot up with Jack and while she’s working hard at being the helpful nilf, I’ll be seeing to all your need, stud muffin!” Maddy coo-ed to my hubby, sliding down the bed to take my hubby’s semi-erect cock between her lips.

She’ll be home soon, Maddy!” Jez said, making a pathetic attempt to push Maddy’s mouth off his cock, before lying back and surrendering to Maddy’s lips around his hardening cock.

“Don’t worry, Hot Bod; I’ve left butter hog with a plate of doughnuts. She’ll have her snout deep in those for a while” she said, teasing my husband’s cock with her tongue between words. Then, before I realised what was happening she shuffled around on the bed and suddenly Maddy’s eyes were staring straight at me as she held my husband’s cock inches from her glossy lips. She gave me that fake smile as she took my husband’s cock into her mouth.

“Does that feel good, stud muffin? Well, you just let Maddy take care of this beautiful hard cock, while Allie waits next door like a good girl!” Maddy coo-ed, intermittingly teasing my husband’s cock with her mouth and staring right at me as she spoke.

“It’s been hours, Maddy! She’s bound to be back soon!” Jez whined, still thrusting his cock willingly into Maddy’s mouth.

“Okay, scrumptious; How’s about I get the door, then roller pig won’t here you moan when I make that big, hard cock cum in my mouth?” Maddy said, patting my husband’s cock and standing up. Still staring right at me, Maddy strutted towards the open door, antalya escort her svelte, slender body completely nude, toned and tanned, her slender hips swaying confidently provocatively. When she reached the door, Maddy raised one arm and placed her hand on the door lintel, towering over me and pushing her pert, bare breasts inches from my face, intimidating me by such a close proximity to her sexual dominance.

“Go eat your doughnuts chubnuggle, I want them all finished by the time I am back. And make sure my kitchen is clean too”

I just nodded dumbly, turned around and left.

I wandered back to Maddy’s house as though I was automated.

“Hi Jack, I think I’ll have those donuts now!” I said as I met Jack in the kitchen.

“Great, I’ll get them for you Mrs A!”

I sat down in a daze and munched my way through the dozen cream doughnuts, imagining Maddy pleasuring my husband with her mouth until they were all finished and I cleaned her kitchen until it was sparkling.

I was just wandering how log Maddy was going to make me wait obediently in her kitchen when she came strutting in.

“Good little Hogmolly” Maddy said, smiling as she perused her sparkling kitchen before walking up to me and whispering in my ear “I love a woman who knows her place!”

I just sat with my hands on my lap, looking up at Maddy, dazed and in awe of her brazenness in seducing my husband right before my eyes.

“Did you eat your donuts, barge-arse?” Maddy asked, sitting opposite me at the table, elbows on the table and propping her chin up in her cupped hands as she scrutinised me challengingly. I showed Maddy the empty plate.

“Good piggy… you keep doing as your told and next time maybe I will let you watch while me and your husband play. You’d love that wouldn’t you, Miss Piggy, getting to see how a real woman makes love to your husband rather than the hippo sex you can offer?

I could do nothing but nod.

“God, you’re pathetic!” Maddy said, scrunching her nose up in disgust as she continued to stare at me. “I feel sorry for Jez, having to suffer your hippo fucks for so long! That stops now; no more fucking Jez; don’t worry, ditch-pig; I’ll make sure Jez’s needs are completely satisfied!”

I just sat looking at Maddy in a kind of subjugated trance, only half believing and taking in what I was hearing.

“Aww, don’t look so grumpy, flumpy! You’re still going to get that desperate pudgina seen to! Jack turned eighteen a couple of days and ‘cos I’m such a fab mom I’m giving him complete ownership of your poochy coochie as a prezzie. Don’t get me wrong, Jack’s no jelly jumper, but he did seem to quite like the idea of having his own pet middle-aged fuck-pig!”

Maddy was staring into my eyes, scrutinising them for the slightest resistance or objection. There wasn’t any. I felt utterly subjugated by Maddy’s presence; by her sexual dominance, her superior antalya escort beauty, her brash confidence and the sheer audacity to just assume this dominant role over me.

“Well?”

I just nodded again. Maddy laughed. “Goy, you’re more of a push over than I thought! I’d at least expected to have to make you realise your place by telling you you’d already eaten my son’s cum in those donuts. You didn’t really think Jack wanted your help with his college work, did you? He just wanted to watch you be his greedy cum-bellied sperm bank!”

When I still just sat before Maddy, my hands on my lap and just letting Maddy subjugate me, she seemed to get angry.

“Go on!” Maddy said, suddenly standing up and pointing at the door. “Go and thank Jack for letting you eat his cum and tell him you’re his fuck-pig property!”

I wandered out of the door in a subspace trance and slowly mounted the stairs until I was standing outside Jack’s bedroom door, and knocked.

“Yeah!” Jack drawled, and I pushed open his door and stood before the young man.

“I… erm… I just wanted to thank you for… erm… well…” I began, feeling myself flush as I bumbled my words in embarrassment and humiliation. “… for letting me eat your cum.” The words sounded ridiculous even as I heard myself say them. Jack just lay on his bed grinning as though all his Christmas’s had come at once.

“… And… and… I’m your fuck-pig property…” I managed to add.

“Happy Birthday!” I ended up blurting out, simply out of embarrassment as I tried to fill the embarrassing silence following my last statement. I held out my arms in helpless supplication and shrugged my shoulders at the ridiculousness of the whole situation, and we both burst out laughing.

“Fucking Aye! Mom’s the best! My own fuck-pig! Hahaha! I didn’t believe it until I saw you actually guzzling the cum-cakes like a desperate piggamuffin. Well, fuck-off for now: I just had a wank picturing your fat-cheeks bulging as my cum spurted out of the donuts into your mouth. Just be ready to drop everything when I text, got it spunk guzzler?”

I nodded meekly.

“No, spunk guzzler; I want to hear piggy grunts from you; one for yes and two for no.” Jack said, a sadistic glint in his eye as he sneered at me.

Flushing again at demeaning myself before a man younger than my own son, I did my best to make a snorting noise for him.

Jack shook his head, disapprovingly. “That was shit. When you grunt, I want to see your face look as piggy as possible; wrinkle up your snout, raise your upper lip and really let rip with a loud snort.” Jack said, still sneering.

“Try not to consider yourself human, more like an objectified fuck-pig!” He added, in a mockingly supportive tone.

Taking a deep breath, I wrinkled up my nose, feeling my upper lip curl to expose my upper teeth and gums and then and inhaled, restricting my throat so that I made a loud, squelching snort that made me instantly cough.

“Fuck me! Dismissed, spunk guzzler. Practice it in the mirror until it’s as amusing as you can make it!”

I padded back down the stairs to find Maddy with her feet up on the sofa, laptop on her lap. She gave me a dismissive wave without even looking up from her screen.

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