Home sweet home

After being molested by Dave, Ms. Lia just had to lay on her desk and recover from the ordeal. The humiliation of being treated like that by a student was awful, but in the moment she couldn’t resist the immense ecstasy it brought. As she caught her breath and recovered from one of the greatest orgasms of her life, she patted dry her face and chest and reflected on it. Her skirt was hiked up a fair bit, her tank top was crooked, and her hair was slightly off kilter from the incident, so she hoped to take her time preparing herself. She swore she was going to ruin him for treating her like that.

There was no way Dave didn’t know fully well what was going on with her. Whether he was behind it or not, he knew something, and she needed to figure out what it was. Taking her time to compose herself and formulate some kind of plan, she’s brielfly distracted by the bell ringing for next period’s start. Taking a long drink from her water bottle, she’s suddenly startled and spills a small amount onto the front of her tank top.

As she wasn’t paying attention, her legs had lost their patience and began carrying her towards the classroom door to fulfill her hall monitor duties. As her legs swing her out and bounce her assets with every step, Ms. Lia grabs her purse reaches over to a desk to quickly deposit the water bottle before her journey, her legs refusing to slow down for her.

Below the waist was a sexy, seductive strut heading out into the hallways. Above the waist however, Ms. Lia was very disheveled from her recent passions and attempted to maintain an authoritative posture as she subtly adjusted her shirt. Letting her legs carry her out, she enters the hallways to begin her mundane patrol, thankful most people had gotten to class and weren’t around to see her jiggle her way around the school. There were a few looks, but she had managed to scare them off with a bit of a glare so she was doing the best she can.

Unfortunately, as she walked the weight nested between her jugs became more and more conspicuous. She quietly cursed out Dave and swore she’d figure out how he’s behind this, and then have her way with him. As she regretted the phrasing on that thought, the sensation of the bouncing weight was replaced with a rolling pleasure that she couldn’t help but gasp from. If the gasp and lewd expression didn’t draw the attention of the remaining students, the echoing of a roll of quarters landing did.

Ms. Lia was beyond embarrassed. Not only were many of these people students, many of them were even in her class. She was petrified standing there in the hall seeing a handful of eyes on her in front and who knows behind her. Before she can start trying to play it off somehow, she’s shocked as her body lurches forwards to bend her over at the waist. She didn’t know how many people were there, but her lack of panties and improperly seated skirt meant they might be getting a clear view of her.

Attempting to suffer through the humiliate and move on, she watches as her hand reaches out to the roll of quarters on the ground, and grits her teeth as it shoves it back into her cleavage. She manages to hold back a moan, and with the roll back in it’s rightful place she is able to right herself again. Smoothing her skirt and taking a look around, she sees a couple students walking the opposite direction of her, but she has no way of knowing if they saw anything. She figures she’ll just have to pretend it didn’t happen. Turning back around, a few girls from her class were staring wide eyed at the display, but upon catching her gaze they quickly go back to their business and get to class.

Ms. Lia knows her displays must be the talk of the school, and that a good amount of her class, maybe even most of it, has been loving them. She has been doing her best to push through it and maintain her grip on class, but she will need to take back her life somehow and figure it out fast. She wasn’t going to become some walking sex toy for the student body’s pleasure.

As her legs began carrying her down the hall again, Ms. Lia felt the familiar weight bouncing on her chest with each step. Before it could make her flash some student’s again, she reached in to adjust the roll and make sure it was nested tightly in place, and hopefully not too visible to others. She took her arms and crossed them tightly under her bust. In theory she could pass it off as an intimidating, authoritative stance, but the way it crushed her tits together was way too enticing. She just hoped that pressing them together tightly could prevent another spill. As she let her legs saunter her down the hall, she reflected on what she might be able to do about Dave.

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“Hey mom, we’re home!” I call out as Alice and I enter the front door. Looking over to the living room, I can see mom sitting on the couch watching a show as she turns to greet us.

“Hi! You’re just in time for this episode, want to watch it?” I knew this show just as the one Alice and mom were watching together. While I didn’t really care for it myself, I decided I’d occupy myself with other things.

Putting our stuff away, Alice and I take seats on the couch on either side of mom as it begins. I see she’s wearing a pretty basic t-shirt, but below she has running shorts that are definitely too small for her. Although she’s sitting down, I could easily tell they didn’t even cover the underside of her ass.

Giving mom’s tits a sneaky look-over as she watches the screen, I come up with a fun little idea. Reaching into the drawer on the nightstand besides the couch, I pull out a pair of scissors and reach for her shirt, catching her attention and startling her.

“What do you think you’re doing with that!” She startles me enough to make me flinch away from my plan, but I push back and assert my control.

“I’m just going to use them to fix up your shirt for you mom.” Hopefully this qualifies as deciding her clothing.

“Ok, but do you really need to use those while I’m wearing it? Here I’ll take it off for you.” She goes to pull the shirt over her head, and while Alice is going along with this she is looking a little flustered at the idea of mom stripping down in front of us. I make sure to put a stop to it however.

“No mom, you need to keep it on so I know where to cut. I promise I’ll be careful.” Pulling her shirt back down, mom seems to relent and sits forwards on the couch to give me the space I need. Alice sits nervously watching and waiting, biting a finger as I get ready.

Taking hold of moms shirt, it’s impossible to avoid the soft feeling of her boobs against my hand. I would love to sink my fingers in and go for it like I did with Ms. Lia, but unfortunately I’d be out of a house if I did that right now. Pulling the neckline away from her, I get a great look down her shirt, and notice to my dismay that she had changed out of the fancy bra from this morning. Guess I’ll have to fix this problem myself.

Taking my scissors, mom watches anxiously as I cut a massive V down the middle of the shirt, ending at a little above nipple level. Letting her shirt rest, a huge amount of cleavage is shown, along with much of her bra. Reaching up to her back, I unclasp this bra to try to take it off, but the straps hang onto her arms under her shirt. While I could have just taken off the shirt, I decide to slip it out from underneath. This ends up being a very laborious process for me, as I have to wrangler mom’s arms and pull them under the shirt, but she allows me to under the guise of me fixing her clothes. Not sure if she noticed, but I was getting lots of good feels as I brushed and squashed against her tits.

With her bra finally off, her tits hang a little lower, but still sit proud on her chest. Her nipples skirt the edge of the fabric as the newly formed v-neck dives down to show deep cleavage.

“Hey Alice, how you think this looks?” Alice had been watching highly attentively as this all happened, and my question took her off guard. She definitely seemed to be enjoying this however.

“Uh, yea it looks good!” It’s funny how Alice was still getting flustered despite changing mom’s outfits being an unaware option. I guess it’s not the actual changing of the outfits that’s getting to her, it’s the level of dress on mom and my methods that’s getting to her. Which is fair, mom is showing off a lot more now and I completely manhandled her getting that bra off. She may have allowed it, but I definitely was pushing things.

Taking my scissors again, I lift mom’s arms above her head and trim the bottom of her shirt, giving her the greatest under-boob I’ve ever seen. Tying off the shirt behind her, her tits are pushed together slightly, perking them up and making their cleavage even more pronounced.

“There, that much better.” I admire my handiwork, and mom takes this as the cue to finally be allowed to lean back in the couch.

“Thanks for doing that Dave. But in the future, can you please not be as rough? I was kinda feeling like you were invading my privacy sometimes.”

“Ok, I’ll do my best. Sorry if that made you uncomfortable.” Satisfied with my answer, mom was finally able to return her attention fully to the TV. Taking a look at Alice, I can tell she’s doing her best to avoid staring at mom’s new attire, or at least not stare obviously. While I am able to soak in a bit of an eyeful, I decide I want more of something else for now.

Walking up to right in front of the TV, mom and Alice look at me quizzically. Telling them I just wanted to stretch a little, I make a show about moving my legs and then fish out my phone. Standing right in front of the couch, I open Custom Girls and summon mom to me. We may be only a few feet away, but she gets right up and approaches me, giving me a wonderful view down her shirt.

“What is it Dave?” She asks, thinking I had needed her for something.

“Oh nothing, I’m just feeling better.” Before she can turn back to the couch, I make her squat where she is and take a seat behind her, making sure to keep hold of the button. This is the perfect vantage point for me, her ass hovering perfectly in front of me for my pleasure. Her short running shorts certainly did show off the underside of her ass, and in this position they were greatly sucked into her ass.

Giving her a few hard slaps, she grunts in response but mostly keeps quiet. I enjoy myself on her ass for a minute, but then I decide to get some better contact.

“Hey mom, you should take off your shorts and underwear.”

“Ok, sure Dave.” Keeping her pose, she manages to slide the clothing off her round ass and down her legs, carefully stepping out of them and blatantly showcasing herself to me. Getting excited, I wind up and smack her with full ****, sending her cheeks bouncing for ages and leaving a clear red handprint. Mom lets out a short yelp, but otherwise just allows me to **** her ass. With a view as good as this, a wonderful juicy ass presented right in front of me and amazing under-boob I can see around her body, I go in on her ass. Spank after spank, I enjoy the feeling of her booty under my hand, enjoying the jiggling I cause and witnessing a growing amount of red stamped onto her. I just enjoy myself, but also wonder how mom’s doing. She must be really itching to stop squatting and getting spanked.

“Is this too hard mom?” I ask innocently.

“Don’t worry about me, you can do it however you want…EP!” Right as she finished I went for a hard smack of her cheek to help her realize it’s hurting.

“Are you sure, your butt is getting red. If it’s hurting you can just tell me.” It’s true, her ass is far beyond mere handprints at this point, growing red all over.

“Well, yes it hurts -AH! But you don’t need to stop, I just need to take it better.”

“Well. I only need to hit you this hard because of the pose you’re in.” Lets see if this plan will work.

“What? Listen Dave, you have the right to spank me, but that doesn’t mean I need to uproot my life to let you.” She says as her legs start to shake from holding her squat.

“No mom you don’t understand. It’s just not satisfying enough unless I do it hard, so that makes you suffer for it.” I try to feign some sympathy for her plight, but I’m still a little too smug looking, I’m sure of it. At least she doesn’t get a good look as my face right now.

“Dave…I’m not suffering. And my butt is open for you to spank, you don’t need to worry about me. AH!”

“Ok, but what if we had a deal. I just need you to move so I can get a better angle, and you can feel less pain. It’ll be just as satisfying for me, but hurt less for you. It sounds like a win-win, right?”

“I guess….” Ready to push her along, I wind up and slap her ass as hard as I can.

“OH! Ok, it’s a deal, what do you need me to do?” With that, I release her squatting command, and see her instantly fall onto the ground next to her discarded thong and shorts. Giving her a minute to catch her breath, I go into my pitch.

“So mom, I just need you to bend over the back of the couch for me, so I can spank you from the other side.”

“What! Oh no, I’m not doing that!” She had rolled over onto her side to give me her mind, staying off her back so her ass can recover a bit. She really wasn’t happy at the thought of bending over the couch with her kids home, especially not for one of them.

While I had been enjoying myself spanking her, Alice had been quietly hanging out in the background. Looking back to her, I can tell she was at least somewhat excited by what’s going on. She may think it’s wrong for her to do it, but she has no guilt over watching someone privileged **** her mom’s ass. Giving me a quick moment of eye contact as she fidgets her hands near her crotch, she quickly looks back to mom on the ground and waits for my next move.

“Mom, I just need a better angle. It can either be hard on the ground right now, or softer over the couch. You don’t need to worry about anything being weird either mom, it’ll be fine.” Ha, this whole thing is weird, but neither mom nor Alice can realize that. To them, this is just me overindulging a little, and Alice enjoying the show while she probably hopes mom doesn’t notice and think she’s weird. Somewhere down there, I bet Alice realizes this is sexual, but it can’t quite get up to her consciousness.

Thinking over my offer, mom finally relents and puts herself up over the back of the couch. “Fine Dave, you can go ahead, but I expect this to be noticeably softer.” She turned her head to address me as she leans onto the couch, resting herself on the back with her arms.

“No, I don’t think you understood. I need you to bend over the back, not onto it. So your head rests on the seat.” Rolling her eyes, she relents and presses forwards. Bent over the couch, her ass and pussy are clearly displayed for me and Alice, who’s blushing a deep red.

“Much better!” I cheer as I give her a modest spank. Mom releases a soft coo, and seems to appreciate being handled less aggressively for a moment. Taking my time to enjoy the soft feeling of her ass as I soak in the sight, I just enjoy myself for a short while. A little ways in, Alice takes her leave and I can only imagine what she’ll be up to.

Enjoying my time with her jiggling ass, I continue to get some reactions from mom, but they’re never too negative. I’d maybe even say she started to enjoy it a little, now that it’s not as painful for her. I’m sure I’ll get her pain threshold up higher over time though, I’ll just have to wait and see.

Getting my fill, I give mom a few love pats and thank her for her time. She seems content to lay there a minute or so to rest up before making dinner. Walking away, I take a quick picture of my handiwork and leave her with one last task.

“Hey, in a few minutes when you’re done, can you go upstairs and get changed? You should put on a short skirt, thigh-high socks, and tie off a blouse under your breasts. Don’t put on any bra or underwear. Thanks!” With that I head upstairs to the privacy of my room. Tonight I'll get more gems, leaving me with 15 I believe. While I'm having fun with the current selection, I feel like something might be missing, and maybe I could expand my domain a little bit.