The new normal

"Ouch! Fucking thorns..." You grumble, sucking on your bleeding finger, kneeling in the dirt.

"Language, boy!"

You turn around, to the new fulcrum of your world: Joanne, standing on the porch in one of her wonderfully revealing sundresses, wearing the same old straw sandals.

"Sorry ma'am, **** of habit." You quickly apologize.

She walks closer, ruffling your hair; "You know, you're not half bad as a gardener, Liam. Those roses are coming up quite nicely."

"I've had a good teacher, I guess..." You say, climbing to your feet and dusting off your lap.

"You've been at it all morning, honey. Don't you think it's time for a break?" She puts her hand on the small of your back, nudging you towards the door.

"Uff, gladly."

"Besides, there are... other matters in the house that need your attention, dear." her hand strays down, cupping your butt.

Gosh, already?

Waiting for you inside, you find a tall glass of lemonade, which you avidly gulp down.

"Thanks for the drink. Do you need me to shower first?" You ask, watching her fondle the growing bulge tenting her dress.

"No need, I kinda like you all sweaty like this... And you're gonna get even stickier soon, anyway." She grins, her 18 inches of sexual prowess twacking against her thighs as she walks into the living room.

To this day, even after the past two weeks of getting close and personal everyday to that abnormal appendage, you never cease to be amazed and scared in equal measure by it.

The shift in her gaze from gentle to predatory also makes you shiver everytime you witness the abrupt change.

"Mama needs her lovepole worshipped honey." She calls out from the other room; "Chop chop, I'm getting impatient."

At those words, you quickly rush to her.

You know all too well how she likes doling out punishment for stuff like this: It always involves a lenghty and unbridled hole stretching session, one way or the other.

And sometimes it's both ways.

Sitting on the leather couch, Joanne gestures you to come closer with a curt motion of her slender index.

There, kneeling in front of her spread legs, you press your lips on her swollen tip again and again, proceeding to kiss and caress every inch of her beastly appendage.

"Just like that... Show mommy how much you love her."

She has you doing this once or twice a day, and frankly you enjoy it almost as much as her.

Sometimes you almost regret leaving Esme and Sarah back in the city to come here for an indefinite sabbatical... but then you look up at her, and all your worries melt away like ice on a stove.

I made the right choice...

You say to yourself, fondling her balls while sucking tenderly on the side of her veiny shaft.

Between the work around the house, the hours of study, and the general leisure time in the evening, you are with her almost all day, every day.

It's bliss, even though sometimes I miss some personal space.

"We have quite a bit until noon, how about we move this to the bedroom, honey?" Joanne proposes languidly.

And then of course, there's the actual price to pay for all of this...

"Whatever you want..."

She takes your hand, dragging you upstairs.

There, you follow the motions, getting yourself naked and on all fours on the mattress in a matter of seconds.

"Someone's eager to get stuffed, I see..."

Joanne drops her pulsing log on your back, rocking her hips back and forth in anticipation.

Shiver run down your spine as she slowly drags it back one last time, letting the bulky head sink between your buttcheeks before pushing it inside.

Grit your teeth, deep breaths...

Inch by inch, you feel it scrape and stretch its way up your south mouth with every forceful thrust.

She must be in a good mood today, since she has yet to seriusl-Aaach-...

She drives her massive meatpole up your butt with a sudden shove, holding firmly both the base of her cock and the curve of your hips.

Spoke too soon.

Now that she's stopped warming up, you close your eyes and bite the pillow, preparing yourself for the upcoming **** on your ass; But just as Joanne's ramping up the **** of her humping, the doorbell rigs out from downstairs.

"Uff... Must be some neighbor, they'll have to come back later." She grunts, not slowing in the least.

The ringing doesn't desist either, filling the room with a faint, dissonant melody.

"Oh come on... Alright honey, we'll have to wrap this up faster than I'd like, ready?" She pants, and before you can even muster a response, begins to thrust so quickly that you fear she's gonna turn you inside out like a sock.

That doesn't happen, and instead just makes you moan in pain as she cums mid-fuck, still humping while shooting jizz all the way up to your stomach.

Her still rock hard monster slides out of your burning hole with a slick sound and a slight grunt on her side.

"Wait here just a moment, dear. I'll go deal with this nuisance..." She complains, snatching a fabric belt folded on the foot of the bed and using it to tie the still throbbing beast to her thigh, before hiding it with her dress.

Oh joy, now she's mad.

I'll better stretch a bit before round two...

She storms out of the room, while you come to an uneasy sit at the edge of the mattress.

By the time she made herself presentable and walked out of the front door, you managed to reach the window with unsteady legs, peaking outside, curious about your nameless saviour.