It was about 2:30 in the morning on Saturday when Jade finally made it home from her friend Abby’s house. She was plenty sober enough to drive, but her cheeks were flushed and her heart was pounding. Going to the house she and her mom now shared with her Aunt felt much different now that she and Aunt Rose had a more — intimate — relationship.
Jade kept replaying the evening’s events in her mind:
She met up with Kenzie, Abby, and Luke — the latest guy that Abby was stringing along — at the movie theater early so they could walk around the mall. It was a little weird at first — the two other girls had just finished their first years at college, while Jade still hadn’t started due to her financial difficulties. They weren’t directly mean about it, at least. But Jade felt quite envious as she learned about Kenzie acing all her classes and Abby — who still had the thin body of a cheerleader — pledging a sorority and ingratiating herself with all the upperclassmen. Luke didn’t talk too much, but he seemed nice enough, and certainly hot enough for Abby’s standards.
Noticing that Jade seemed less than happy at all the college talk, Kenzie had said, “Jade, I am so jealous of all those snaps you sent of your Aunt’s house! Bestie, you have to tell us all about it, and then invite us to use your pool!” Jade had brightened at that, and described her new home in vivid detail, though she left out the parts about her Aunt’s suite.
Jade had found, however, that the deliberate omission just made her think about Rose’s suite, and the things they had done inside of it, even more. As they walked through the mall toward the movie theater, even as Abby and Luke debated over whether the movie would suck or not, Jade thought about her Aunt’s voluptuous body, her commanding voice, and her sweet, cruel hands. When they got past the ticket counter, Jade knew she had to get away, at least for a moment.
“I’ll meet you guys in there, I need to use the bathroom,” said Jade.
“The movie starts in like, two minutes!” Abby had replied.
“It’s just previews!”
“That’s the best part!”
Jade rolled her eyes and walked quickly to the bathroom, finding it empty. She sat in a stall, closed the door, and pulled down her shorts, giving her hand access to her pussy. It was wet as hell.
Sitting on the toilet made Jade feel the still-reddened places where her Aunt had spanked her, and that got her even more aroused. Jade had had some good sex in the past couple of years, but never had memories so dominated her mind as they did right now.
Jade shook her head as she realized she had started to tease her own clit. “Too far, too far,” she thought. Masturbating in a movie theater bathroom felt like a bridge too far. But she had to scratch this itch somehow. She pulled out her phone to distract her and suddenly got a wicked, risky idea.
Jade tapped the camera icon on her phone, then tapped the back button, and listened carefully. It didn’t sound like anyone else was in the bathroom. She turned the camera back on, and looked at her round face on the screen. She had spent time on her makeup before going out, leaving her lips a soft red and her eyelashes lush and dark. Her chestnut hair flowed freely down her shoulders, framing her head. Jade felt sexy, or least sexy enough. But she wanted to share more than just her face.
Jade waffled back and forth on the pose she wanted, then decided to go with both. First, she lifted up her t-shirt, exposing first her chubby tummy, then her round tits. She undid her bra and let it slide down, exposing her nipples and the light red marks that remained from her earlier activities to the camera. She pursed her lips and clicked the camera, examined the picture, rejected it, and took another.
Satisfied with the first shot, Jade redid her bra and let her shirt fall down. She then turned around and pulled down her shorts and underwear. This one was a little harder to do, but she managed to get a good photo of her ample, slightly bruised ass, before pulling her clothes back up.
Jade pondered what message to include — it seemed smart to make it seductive, but not desperate. Finally, she settled on the two pics along with the caption, “Just thinking about you” and a wink emoji. Jade forced herself to hit send before she reconsidered.
Jade left the stall just as a mother and her young daughter entered the bathroom, and Jade made a show of washing her hands. Suddenly, she felt a jolt of panic – Oh God, what if Mom sees?
Marla definitely had an interest in other people’s business. But Rose always seemed to be in complete control of her situation, and wouldn’t just let someone else see her messages. But what if she set her phone down, and Marla just happened to see it? Jade could play it off as a wrong number, but it would be awkward as hell!
Jade felt a vibration in her purse — her phone showed a message from Rose. Jade breathed a sigh of relief and unlocked her screen. The message read, “So hot!I’m having a grand night in with your mom right now, but I can’t wait to play with you again soon! In fact, we might just have a little time tomorrow…”
Jade smiled — every word of Rose’s sent her heart fluttering. She couldn’t imagine what a grand night in with her mom would look like — probably just watching some trash TV and going to bed early. Rose’s hint about tomorrow sounded much more exciting.
Satisfied for now, Jade headed to the seats and found her friends. Kenzie offered to share her popcorn, and Jade accepted happily.
The movie, unfortunately, was a confusing disappointment. It was made even worse by the fact that Abby kept asking Luke questions about the plot the whole time, and he was just as clueless about it as she was. Their whispering turned to argument in the last twenty minutes, and by the time the lights came on, the two lovebirds were squabbling openly. Jade and Kenzie awkwardly walked to the parking lot and watched as Luke threw up his hands and walked away.
“Kenz, I’m gonna need a ride,” said Abby, rolling her eyes.
“Everything okay, Ab? Is he being a dipshit?” asked Kenzie.
Abby shrugged. “He is just generally a dipshit, but he’s almost never a dipshit to me, just a low-level idiot. We’ll fuck and make up later — he’s a simple guy that way.”
When they met up at Abby’s parents’ house and made their way to the basement, and Abby had drank a few hard seltzers, she was singing a slightly different tube. “Luke just gets me, you know what I mean?” she said, more loudly than she needed to even with the music on.
“I actually don’t,” said Kenzie, “you keep talking about him like he’s just a dumbass.”
“Yeah, it’s not super clear what you see in him,” added Jade.
“Guys, he’s a total himbo,” said Abby. “He’s dumb, and hot, and nice. Like, I’m not gonna say this when I’m sober, but I know I’m seriously a bitch sometimes and he is just like, a balance.”
“I don’t know if I could be with someone dumber than me,” said Kenzie. “What the fuck would we talk about?”
“Yeah, but you like girls, Kenz, it’s different,” said Abby.
Jade laughed. “How is it different?”
“Shut up, Jade,” Abby said, “you like guys and girls, so you have it, like, perfect! If you wanna get laid, you have more options. I mean, not that I’m not satisfied with Luke…”
“Are you?” asked Kenzie, looking like she was dreading the answer.
Abby nodded her head rapidly. “Oh yeah, he’s a fucking machine. No, like, an animal! Seriously! He’s not the biggest I’ve had but honestly? He’s just really fucking good at…fucking. He should get a Gold Medal in dick.”
“Jealous!” said Kenzie. “I mean, not of the dick…ew. But like, I thought college was gonna be my chance to hook up, and it’s barely happened. And it feels like all the lesbians on campus all know each other!”
“Kenz, I’m telling you, you have to join a sorority,” said Abby. “There’s at least three girls in mine who have never been with a girl and want to try it!”
Kenzie shook her head. “I don’t want some 99% straight girl who doesn’t know what she’s doing!”
Abby laughed. “That’s your problem, Kenzie, you’re too picky!” Her eyes rolled over to Jade. “What about you, J? Got some summer love going on in your swanky-ass neighborhood?”
Jade blushed. “Me? Well, I haven’t really hooked up a ton…”
Kenzie pursed her lips. “Bullshit, you work in a restaurant!”
Abby nodded. “That’s like, the horniest hookup environment there is!”
Jade shook her head. “I haven’t hooked up with any coworkers!”
Abby pointed a finger. “But you have hooked up! Let’s see…guy or girl?”
“Abby!”
“Girl! I saw your eyes. Is she from your new neighborhood?”
Jade blushed redder. “Um, okay, yes, but that’s all you get for now!”
Kenzie gave her a sideways look. “Why? Why is it such a secret? You told us immediately once you and Laura started doing it.”
Jade looked away. “I just…I wanna see where it goes, okay, and it’s just something I want to keep private for now. Okay? Please?”
Abby nodded. “You’re right, totally okay, keep your secrets and your mystique.”
“Thanks, babes,” said Jade.
“But we’re gonna meet her eventually, aren’t we?” asked Kenzie. “If it goes somewhere?”
“Uh, sure!” said Jade. Fortunately, after that, the girls began to talk about other things — though Abby returned several times to the topic of Luke’s sexual abilities — and eventually it was 2:00 in the morning. Jade waved goodnight as Abby was beginning to fall asleep on the basement couch, and said bye to Kenzie as they both left the darkened house.
Jade drove home, finding her neighborhood a little eerie with all its old, colonial-style houses. She parked in the garage and quietly made her way into the house, hoping to avoid waking up her mom.
Jade had another wicked, impulsive thought, and began to tiptoe toward the ground floor hallway. Then she thought better of it — knocking on Aunt Rose’s suite without invitation would probably be considered a violation of her sacred personal space, not to mention rude.
Jade crept past her mom’s room toward the stairs, and noticed something a little out of place. Usually, Marla fell asleep with the TV or at least a lamp on, but Jade could detect no light or noise coming from inside. Jade pondered that for a moment, but then she chalked it up to forming new habits in a new house, and headed to her own bed.
It was bright and sunny when Jade woke up late the next morning, and she was pleased to find that she wasn’t too hungover. She unlocked her phone and glanced at her notifications. She jolted at the memory of the message she had sent Aunt Rose the night before, and quickly opened it up. Jade reread her aunt’s text and shuddered with anticipation.
“Better make sure there’s no chance for mom to see this,” Jade thought, as she deleted the two messages, as well as the photos from her camera roll. She then stood up, stretched, and walked out of her room to the upstairs bathroom. She stripped off her pajamas and turned on the hot water, waiting for it to heat up. Jade’s boobs and butt still felt slightly tender from Rose’s discipline, but damned if it didn’t turn her on a little.
Jade had been enjoying the spacious upstairs shower for several days now, and had been excited to see that it featured an adjustable shower hose. But she hadn’t made use of it…until today. Jade pulled the hose down towards her lower body, put a hand against the tile wall, and began pulsing it against herself.
Five minutes later, the young woman was gasping as the pulsing pushed her higher and higher. Usually when she masturbated, she thought of sexual encounters she’d had in the past, or the rare lesbian porn video that wasn’t completely unrealistic. Sometimes, though she wouldn’t admit it to anyone, she fantasized about eating out a woman while a man pounded into her from behind.
But now, her mind was on Rose. The older, larger woman was all Jade could picture. Rose touching Jade’s thighs. Kissing her. Spanking Jade’s ass. Fucking her with a strap on. Telling her what to do. It didn’t take long before Jade’s thoughts and the stimulation on her clit sent her over the edge, and it was all she could do to stay standing as the orgasm shook her body.
After the waves of pleasure subsided, Jade finished washing up quickly. Rose had hinted that they might be able to have more fun today, and she didn’t want to miss the opportunity if there was one. Jade blow-dried her hair, returned to her room, and put on a tank top and yoga pants.
When Jade emerged and walked down the stairs, she saw her mom looking like she was getting ready to leave. Marla was wearing a cute sundress with a green and white pattern over her big frame, hoop earrings, and a sun hat. Rose was standing by the dining table, dressed more simply in shorts and her own sleeveless top, which did much to accentuate her breasts.
“You’re gonna have such a great time, Marla!” Rose said, waving as if to dismiss the bigger woman’s concerns.
Marla shook her head. “For real, Rose, you are too good to me!”
“Don’t even worry about it! I go there so often, I get a referral discount.”
Marla noticed Jade coming down the stairs. “Morning, hon! How was your night with the girls?”
“It was good,” said Jade, “how about you guys?”
“Oh, we managed to entertain ourselves,” said Rose.
“Are you going somewhere, Mom?” asked Jade, as she walked into the dining area.
Marla nodded happily. “Rose lets us into her home, and now she’s treating me to a trip to the spa! How nice is she?!”
Rose laughed. “Stop it, I’m bad to the bone! But it’s just the thing for you after your little car accident. Jade, honey, don’t worry, you’ll get your turn too, I can always get an appointment!”
“Oh shoot, now I feel guilty about going alone,” said Marla.
“It’s okay, Mom!” said Jade brightly. “You totally deserve it! I’ll get my relaxing in with some pool time today.”
“Well, all right then,” said Marla. “I’d better not be late!”
“You’d better not!” said Rose, laughing. “Oh, and Marla, could you do me a favor on the way home?”
Marla nodded heavily. “Of course m…Rose!”
“There’s a package I ordered for pickup on the route back, if I text you the address, why don’t you pick it up for me?”
“I will! Bye, Rose, bye honey!” Marla waddled off to the door of the garage.
Jade waited until she heard the garage door open and saw Marla drive the car into the street before she approached her aunt. “So, um…I hope you liked what you saw last night.”
Rose smiled wickedly. “Oh, I did, Jade, I liked it very much.”
“I hope it didn’t distract you too much from talking with Mom…”
“Oh, don’t worry, I didn’t neglect to entertain her! But I did think a lot about those pictures, I mean, my God, honey, so seductive!”
Jade blushed and looked away. “Thanks, Ma’am. I tried to be, anyway.”
Rose walked to her niece, put a finger under the girl’s chin, and lifted up her face. “You’re a sexy, curvy little hottie, and I’m so lucky to have you living in my house.”
“I’m so lucky to be here, Aunt Rose! Do you…”
“Yes?”
“Do you…do you still want to, um, have some fun today? Since you got Mom out of the house?”
Rose nodded, then planted a big kiss on Jade’s willing lips. She held the girl close into her ample bosom and said, “Oh yes, it’s the perfect win-win! Marla needed a little spa treatment, and it gives you and me a chance for a little playtime.”
Jade squeezed her aunt tightly. “I can’t wait, Ma’am!”
Rose broke the hug and smiled. “Well, no time like the present, then! Now, I want to warn you, honey, I’m a little tired from yesterday, so we’ll be a little less vigorous, but I think we can have a little fun in the next couple of hours!”
“Anything you want, Ma’am!” said Jade.
Rose took her niece by the hand and led her to the ground floor hallway and toward the end of it. She produced her key from her back shorts pocket and placed it in the lock, then opened the door and beckoned Jade inside. Jade stood still after entering as Rose relocked the suite door.
“I trust I don’t need to remind you of the rules in here, Jade?” said Rose as she put the key back in her pocket.
“No, Ma’am!” Jade quickly pulled her tank top up and over her head — she had no bra underneath. She wriggled out of her yoga pants, revealing her thick thighs, then pulled down her panties as well. Awaiting instruction from her aunt, she put her hands at her side and stayed very still.
“Beautiful,” breathed Rose. “Why don’t you come sit on the couch for me?”
“Yes, Ma’am.” Jade sat down on the couch, noticing that the throw blanket had been tossed onto it casually. She reached out her hand and started to move it, then remembered what Rose said about her possessions, so she immediately took her hand away, hoping her aunt hadn’t noticed.
Rose crossed over to an end table and opened a drawer. She pulled out a small digital camera and checked the battery. “I loved those kinky little bathroom shots, Jade, and I may ask for more, but they gave me a great idea.”
Jade beamed. “I think I like this idea, Ma’am.” Jade had struggled to have confidence in her body on some occasions, but she had mostly gotten past it, and now
“Don’t worry,” said Rose, “these aren’t going on the cloud or anything like that, just my personal boudoir stash.”
“Whatever you like, Aunt Rose, I trust you!”
“I’m so glad to hear you say that, Jade. Now, let’s figure out some good poses for you, shall we?”
Rose began to put Jade through her paces, ordering her to move her body this way and that. Jade felt like a model as she posed in different positions:
-Sitting back on the couch, with one hand fingering her clit
-Leaning forward with her hands holding up her tits
-On all fours, straddling the couch perpendicular to the camera, staring at Rose with an innocent expression
-Reclining and spreading her legs in the air
-Bent over the couch with her asscheeks on display
-Kneeling with her own panties in her mouth, looking up at Rose submissively
-Bending her head down to the floor with her ass up as Rose caressed it
And dozens more variations. The more photos Rose took, the hotter Jade felt and the wetter she got between her legs. After a long time, Rose beckoned for Jade to stand. “Let’s do one on the bed, honey. But you wait for me to get on first.”
Jade followed Rose into the bedroom, where the older woman pulled down her shorts to reveal her wide thighs and hefty ass. Rose climbed onto the bed and reclined on the pillows against the headboard. “Come here and lick me, honey,” Rose said impatiently.
Jade crawled onto the bed and got her face in between her aunt’s legs. As she began to tease Rose’s clit with her tongue, she heard several rapid clicks of the camera.
“I absolutely love the sight of a young woman serving me,” said Rose. She gasped then as Jade moved her tongue in a particularly pleasurable circle. “Mmmm…keep doing it like that, honey.”
Jade obeyed, continuing her rhythm while occasionally allowing her tongue to stray south to Rose’s pussy. She was beginning to fall in love with the taste and smell of it.
Rose’s hand then touched her head, gently pushing Jade back. “You know what, honey?” said Rose. “You’ve been so sexy and obedient today that I think you’ve earned a very special reward.”
Jade’s eyes went wide. “Really, Ma’am?”
“Oh yes! You’ve been such a good girl, and I’d hate for you to think I’m all discipline and no generosity. Lie down on your back for me.”
Jade flipped over onto her back and moved farther up the bed as Rose sat up and crawled over her. The larger woman knelt over Jade’s head, facing her lower body, and lowered herself down onto the girl’s face. Jade had experienced this position earlier in the week, though it was more comfortable this time on a bed instead of a rug. She eagerly returned to her task, licking at Rose’s clit from the opposite angle as before.
Rose bent forward, shifting her legs, and Jade felt her aunt’s breasts hit her belly. “Oh God,” Jade thought, as she felt Rose’s blonde locks caress her legs. Then Rose began to return the favor.
The shape of the two women’s bodies meant that Rose couldn’t get her face fully down to Jade’s pussy, but her tongue began to tickle Jade’s clit, and Jade gasped before returning to her own task.
It was not easy to focus — Rose licked like an expert. Her tongue was strong, practiced, and totally controlled in a way that was driving Jade wild. Jade thought it was a good thing that her aunt was on top, because it prevented Jade from losing control of her task. She had been in a 69 a few times before, and had always been on top before — this felt different, like her purpose was to give Rose pleasure and the blonde woman was repaying her with some in return.
Rose began working two fingers into Jade’s wet slit, moving them back and forth in a “come here” motion. Jade was definitely less skilled, but she was doing her best to make up for it with her enthusiasm, and after a few minutes, Rose began to feel her orgasm building. Jade’s pelvis was bucking underneath her, and it didn’t seem like the girl would last much longer at this rate.
Rose paused her tongue and said “Don’t you stop, Jade! I’m…I’m so…close…let’s…come…together!”
“Yeth!” said Jade, covered in juices, as she redoubled her efforts on her aunt’s pussy. Rose returned to licking her and thrusting her fingers in and out of the girl’s pussy, timing it as best she could.
“OH GOD!” yelled Rose as she ground herself into Jade’s face and continued fingering her, and she could feel Jade’s tongue go slacked as the girl’s muffled squeal tickled Rose’s pussy. The bed quaked under them as they came together, losing themselves in ecstasy. Jade saw stars in her vision dancing around Rose’s ass.
As they both came down, Rose carefully slowly her leg from the side of Jade’s head and twisted her body over, rolling to the side of the girl. She knelt back up, turned around, and lay down on Jade’s left. Jade was still shaking softly, with wetness running down her inner thighs, saliva and juices covering her jaws, and a tear running down her cheek.
Rose turned toward the girl and gripped her shoulder, pushing her onto her side. Jade went willingly and nestled into her aunt’s fat body as Rose put an arm around her. Rose’s hand went between Jade’s breasts and held her tightly. Jade had never felt so engulfed by another person as her aunt spooned her, occasionally kissing at the back of her neck. The two women lay there for a long time.
Eventually, Rose opened her eyes and whispered, “I’ve had a lovely time, honey.” She glanced at the clock on her nightstand. “But I think your mom will be getting home soon.”
Jade nodded. “Yes, Ma’am. I’d better wash my face, I guess. And…thank you, so much, for that. No one’s ever eaten me so good, not even girls, Ma’am!”
Rose gently released Jade from her embrace and sat up on the bed, then got off of it and looked around for her clothes. “A young woman’s energy is really something, but there are certain benefits of a woman with a little experience! Why don’t you get dressed and wash upstairs?”
Jade obeyed, starting with her tank top and then moving to pick up her panties.
“Actually,” said Rose, “leave the panties, if you would, please.”
“Ma’am?”
“I mean, they’re your property, Jade, but I’d find it incredibly naughty if you were to go without them today. Our little secret! I’ll hold onto them and make sure they get back to you.”
Jade smiled. “Anything for you, Ma’am!” She set her panties back on the floor and slowly pulled her yoga pants on. Rose had already dressed by this point, and unlocked the door and opened it for her niece.
“Would you like some lasagna for lunch, honey?” Rose asked. “I can start the oven for us.
“Yes please, Ma’am!”
“Go wash up then, honey.”
“Yes, Ma’am!” Jade walked out of the suite, listening carefully in case her mom had come home early, then made her way to the upstairs bathroom. She caught a look at herself in the mirror. Her lower face was still wet and her hair was a complete mess, and she loved it.
Jade had just finished washing her face when she heard the door leading to the garage open downstairs. Mom must have gotten home. The girl quickly ran a brush through her hair to cut down on the messiness, then walked downstairs.
“Hi Mom,” said Jade, “how was your pampering?”
“What? Oh, Jade, honey, it was…it was incredible!” her mom replied. Marla definitely looked like she had reaped the benefits. The skin of her face, even that of her double chin, was looking younger, her hair had a silky sheen, and she was carrying her massive body in a much more relaxed-looking position than she had earlier in the morning. She had even somehow managed to do a full face of makeup after her appointment. At the same time, Marla somehow had a look of both comfort and confusion on her face. Jade wasn’t sure what to make of that.
Rose was in the kitchen, heating up leftover lasagna in the oven. “Didn’t it do wonders for you, Marla?”
Marla nodded. “Yes, thank you so much, Rose, I feel amazing!”
Rose smiled. “I’m so glad to hear that! We’ve got to get Jade in there next, or maybe make a girls’ day of it sometime soon.”
“I am so down for that!” said Jade.
“Oh, by the way, Marla,” said Rose, “did you pick up my package?”
“Yes I did,” said Marla. She was carrying a opaque black shopping bag, tied with string. “Do you want me to put it somewhere?”
“I’ll take it and put it in my suite. Marla, I assumed you’d want lasagna, so I put a couple of pieces in the oven for you.”
“Oh, thank you, Rose. I’m definitely hungry!”
“You’re very welcome,” said Rose, as she headed off to her suite with the bag.
“So what all did you get done, Mom?” Jade asked.
“Oh, they did a lot in what felt like so little time! I got a facial, and a massage, and, um, they…it was a great time, Jade, and I hope Rose can get you on the schedule soon!”
“I hope so, too!”
Rose returned just as the oven beeped. “Lunch is served, ladies!” she said.
They ate out on the patio, with Rose providing a bottle of red wine to share. She began telling the mother and daughter stories about the Hendricks’ family’s antics, and they soon wore themselves out laughing.
“So point being,” said Rose, finishing up a ridiculous true story, “your dad was always a dumbass, Jade, but without him, I never would have Marla and you would never have been born, so he did that much for us, at least!”
“Like they say, all’s well that ends well,” said Jade.
“Agreed,” said Rose, raising her glass. “God, I’m sweating like a pig out here, aren’t you, girls?” They agreed, and Rose continued, “Saturdays in the summer are for the pool, ladies, and the pool is for Saturdays in the summer!”
Jade beamed. “I love that!” Then she noticed her phone vibrate on the table, and checked it. “Oh, I guess Kenz just invited me to go out on her family’s boat this evening.”
“Oooh, that sounds like fun!” said Marla.
Jade looked at her aunt. “But if you had something planned, I don’t want to leave you hanging, Aunt Rose.”
Rose shook her head. “Nonsense, you’re young, it’s summer, and you have the night off of work, you should have fun with your friends!”
“Kenzie says I can eat dinner there, so I’ll probably leave around 5:00 and get back late again, if you don’t mind.”
“Sounds good, honey!” said Marla. She hadn’t been nearly as accommodating before they had moved here, Jade noticed, but if Marla was finally seeing her daughter as a grown woman, Jade wasn’t going to question it.
“But,” Rose said, “that leaves plenty of time for the pool, eh girls?” She stood up. “Marla, could you collect the plates for us?”
“Yes!” said Marla, heaving herself up and quickly beginning to collect the dishes.
Jade began to walk into the house and toward her the stairs and heard Rose say, “Marla, why don’t you wear that new swimsuit out here?”
There was a pause, and then Marla said, “You mean…um…the one I got last weekend?”
“No, the one you ordered…”
“Oh, um…yes, okay…”
Jade wondered what that was about, but it didn’t trouble her. She was too busy thinking about how much Aunt Rose would enjoy seeing her niece wear her bikini. She changed into it and headed back down the stairs and out to the backyard.
Rose was just finishing uncovering the pool. “Hop in, Jade!” she said. “I’ll be right back out.” Rose shot her a wink as she went back inside, and Jade eagerly stepped into the water. It was cool, but perfect for a day like this one. She decided to swim a few laps — not big ones, of course — as she waited for the other two women to arrive.
About five minutes later, her laps were interrupted by the sight of her mom. Jade felt her jaw drop and quickly closed it, but she couldn’t shake the surprise she felt.
Marla was not wearing the modest brown one-piece from earlier in the week. Instead, she had on a bikini, and not a modest one. The bra was purple with white mixed in to a tie-dye pattern. The cups were only just large enough to cover the ends of Marla’s globular tits, which hung down over her belly — the rest of their flesh was on full display. The strapping was tight enough to pull them together, giving Jade’s mom a valley of cleavage. The whole thing was held up by two small strings around her neck and back.
The bottoms were a similar story. From the front, the fat of Marla’s lower belly roll obscured them, but from the pool, Jade could see. A triangle of fabric — which would have looked large on an average woman but quite small on Marla — sat between her legs to preserve her modesty, flanked by Marla’s flabby, hairless legs. Two more thin strings stretched in an angle over Marla’s wide hips, creating a crease in her fat sides.
As Marla walked past Jade toward the steps, holding her hands together over her belly as if slightly embarrassed, her colossal, cellulite-riddled buttocks came into view. Anyone watching would have to take it on faith that there was fabric between them, because Marla’s ass consumed the thin strip that entered her crack below her waist.
Jade’s eyes were wide, and she turned to avoid her mom catching her staring. Marla had always dressed modestly at the beach, even before she put on all that weight post-divorce. This was something new. Jade wasn’t weirded out by her mom’s body by any means — she had no aversion to fat people, as evidenced by her attraction to Rose — but it was definitely an unusual situation. If anything, Jade was impressed by her mom’s apparent newfound confidence. In fact, Jade felt a rush of affection toward her mom, and the body that had given birth to her.
“Nice swimsuit, Mom!” said Jade, hoping Marla would take it sincerely and not mockingly.
Marla looked down at her daughter, seeming like she was torn between feeling pleased with herself and concerned that people could see almost every jiggling inch of her. “Oh, thank you, honey! Aunt Rose, uh, helped me pick it out, she said I’d get a better tan this way.”
“Oh, speaking of, do you need help putting sunscreen on?”
Marla shook her head. “Thanks honey, Rose already took care of my back for me.”
“Looking good, Marla!” said Rose, coming out of the house with several thermoses in her arms. She was wearing a blue one-piece that showed off a lot of hip and cleavage, and exposed her back. “I told you you’d rock it! Who wants a mixed drink?”
Rose set the drinks down at the edge of the pool and Marla and Jade each took one. The three women spent the rest of the afternoon between laughing in the pool, sunning themselves on Rose’s lounge chairs, and grabbing snacks and drinks from the kitchen.
Later on, Jade was waiting for her turn to get help with her sunscreen as Rose rubbed some into Marla’s back, when she glanced at her phone. “Oh, shit,” Jade said, “it’s almost 5:00!”
Rose stopped in the middle of putting more cream onto her hands and looked at her niece. “Time flies! Are you okay to drive, honey?”
Jade winced and shook her head. “I’m a little bit tipsy, I think. I can’t believe I lost track of time like that…”
“I could drive you,” said Marla, taking a step forward. She wobbled a bit, and shook her head. “Shoot, maybe not.”
Rose smiled brightly. “I don’t think so, but I’d be happy to, Jade! It’s what, a 10-minute drive?”
Jade nodded. “Thank you so much!”
“Why don’t you throw some clothes on over your suit and meet me in the garage in a minute?” said Rose. “Sorry, Marla, I can finish your sunscreen when I get back. Or, better yet, why don’t you get dinner started, there’s that salmon recipe under a magnet on the fridge.”
“Oh, sure, of course!” said Marla, waddling toward the door.
“Apron’s in the drawer to the left of the stove, I’d recommend it for a recipe like this.” Rose walked to the patio table and slipped on a dress she had set out.
Jade made her way to her room, quickly put on a tank top and shorts over her blessedly dry swimsuit, and grabbed her purse. Aunt Rose was waiting in the kitchen, while Marla was bringing in the towels in the breezeway.
“Back soon, Marla!” said Rose, as she led her niece out to her car.
Rose and Jade spent most of the drive in silence. Jade thought about saying something, but she was still a little tipsy, and that made it hard to think of what to say. Finally, she settled on, “Aunt Rose, I think it’s so great what you’ve done for my mom’s confidence.”
“Mmm? What do you mean?”
“Well, it seems like things are going better for her at work, and she’s not as stressed, and I mean, she wore a bikini! That’s like, something she never would have done on her own.”
Rose shrugged her shoulders. “I don’t know if it’s confidence, necessarily, but I see what you mean. I think your mom craves stability, and certainty, and being valued for who she is, and help figuring out what she wants. I think she got that out of being married, and when your dad left, she didn’t know where to get it. I think you’ve helped her with that, and if I can help her with that, then that’s a good thing.”
“Whatever it is, you’re great at it,” said Jade, “and we’re lucky to have you, Ma’am. Especially me.”
Rose smiled as she pulled into Kenzie’s street. “I’m lucky to have both of you, too. The house felt too big after my daughter moved out, that’s for sure.” She parked and looked around, then gave Jade a quick kiss on the cheek, then one on the mouth. “Have fun, honey! Text us if you end up staying over, okay?”
“I will! Thanks, Aunt Rose!” Jade gave her aunt one more smile, then headed into her friend’s yard.
When Rose got home, she could smell cooking immediately. Marla had vegetables, salmon, and pasta cooking in three separate pans on the stove.
“I’m back, Marla,” said Rose.
The 400-pound woman turned from the stove. She was wearing a white apron that had been made for a much smaller woman, only approaching the edge of her belly. Underneath, she was still dressed in the purple patterned bikini from before, and her skin glistened from sweat and sunscreen.
“Hello, Mistress!” Marla said, a mixture of excitement and nervousness in her voice. “I’ve got dinner going, just like you said.”
Rose smiled. At least she had remembered a couple of basic rules. “It smells excellent, honey. I see you found the apron.”
Marla nodded. “Yes, Ma’am, though it doesn’t cover much, does it?”
“I suppose not, but that’s okay.” Rose set down her purse on the counter and crossed to the stove. She stood in front of her submissive, who was positively quivering. Rose leaned in and kissed Marla deeply, the larger woman returning it enthusiastically. After a moment, Rose broke away and said, “You’re doing well, but why don’t you grab out another spatula?”
“For the fish?”
Rose frowned. “Did you really need to ask that question?”
Marla reddened. “No, Ma’am!” She reached into the drawer to the right of the stove and pulled out a plastic spatula.
“Good girl,” said Rose. She examined the spatula — it was wide, springy, and durable. She swung her arm back and brought it smacking directly into Marla’s enormous ass.
“Owww!” cried Marla, nearly stumbling into the counter. “Please, Mistress, what…”
SMACK. The second blow landed on the other cheek, and Rose crossed her arms. “Marla, I believe I was very clear on one of my rules. Whenever your daughter is not present in this house, you are not to cover yourself in any way without my permission.”
“Yes, Mistress, but I…” stammered Marla, “but, you told me to wear the bikini…earlier…
“Yes, Marla, and you looked absolutely delectable in it, but my specific instructions were that you would wear the bikini outside. We are now inside. Therefore, you are to wear the apron and nothing else.”
“I’m sorry, Mistress!” Marla looked sincerely ashamed, but also still seemed a little unused to the no-clothing rule. Rose knew that would change with time, but it would still require some reinforcement.
“The vegetables need a stir,” said Rose, and Marla gave them a thorough one. “Now, take off that bikini for me.”
Marla obeyed sheepishly, first taking off the apron and setting it on the counter. With some difficulty, she pulled the tight fabric away from her breasts, letting them spill freely downward and to the sides. She then bent her knees and pulled down the bikini that had been wedged between her globular cheeks. She then put the apron back around her neck, unable to tie the short strings around her waist.
Rose clicked her tongue. “Better. But wash your hands — that thing’s been in your ass.”
Marla turned toward the sink and began to wash just as Rose brought down a hard SMACK of the spatula onto her ass, still a little sore from yesterday. Marla bent forward shakily, but she did not stop washing as Rose beat a dozen more smacks into her.
Rose surveyed her handiwork, then set the spatula in the sink. She put her arms gently around Marla’s big belly and moved her face in close to her slave’s long, brown hair. “Who does your big, beautiful body belong to, Marla?”
Marla sniffled. “You, Mistress.”
“That’s right,” said Rose. She pulled Marla’s hair back from her neck, and planted a kiss on her flesh. She could feel Marla shudder erotically in front of her. “And I don’t want anything getting between me and my most prized, most gorgeous, possession.”
Marla turned her face slightly and smiled despite the tears on her face. “Oh, Mistress, you’re so sweet to me. I’m lucky to be yours.”
“And I’m lucky to have you, my sweet slave. Now, finish up with dinner while I change and check my messages.” Rose headed back to her suite, took off her swimsuit, and briefly glanced over her computer screen. She put on a lacy, flowing white dress and a pair of long, black stockings, then returned to the dining area.
Marla was waiting, still wearing nothing the apron and a smile, with the salmon, pasta, and vegetables on platters, the table neatly set with two places. She looked at Rose admiringly and said, “Dinner is served, Ma’am!”
Rose smiled. “Thank you, Marla. Take off that apron, now, and put it on your chair.” Marla obeyed, and pulled out the other chair for Rose. Rose sat in it, then said, “You may sit, Marla.”
The chair creaked as Marla put her weight on it. “Would you like me to serve you your food, Mistress?”
“No, I think not. But I would like you to take a double helping of pasta. If you’re going to serve me, honey, you’ll need plenty of energy. Not to mention maintaining that beautiful body of yours.”
Marla grinned as she dolloped the pasta onto her plate, then added salmon and vegetables. “Yes, Ma’am, thank you, Ma’am!”
Rose took a bite. It was excellent. “I will reward you for this later, Marla,” she said, as the larger woman began happily putting food in her mouth. “Why don’t you tell me about your trip today? Don’t skimp on the details.”
Marla quickly gulped down a mouthful of food. “Yes, okay, Mistress. Um…I felt out of place in the parking lot, that’s for sure! Lots of nice cars — I didn’t hit any, though!”
Rose chuckled. “I’m glad to hear that!”
“The girl at the front didn’t look like she believed I belonged there, until I mentioned your name, and then she was all smiles. I didn’t know what to expect, but she was very reassuring about it. First, she took me to a locker room with stalls, and gave me a robe to put on — it was a little snug, I don’t think they usually have ladies my size. So I changed into that, and she took all my things and put them in a locker, but she didn’t give me the key, she just took it. I felt a little helpless, but definitely excited.”
Rose smirked. Marla would get pretty used to that feeling before long. “Sounds like they knew just how to treat you.”
“Well, um, yes, Mistress. So the girl led me to another room for the next part, which I realized pretty quickly was the waxing, and that definitely made me a little nervous, but I obviously wasn’t going to back out. The technician was another woman, a gorgeous one, and she didn’t really ask me any questions, she just had me pull up my robe and get on her table. I couldn’t even look at her, I was so embarrassed, but she didn’t make any comments, she just started cleaning, you know, around my mound. I felt super bad because honestly, I thought about last night, I got a little turned on, and I pray she didn’t notice. Then she put some powder on, and before I knew it there was all this pain — she wasn’t being too gentle! And the messed up part was, well, um…”
“Speak up, Marla,” said Rose sternly.
“Well,” said Marla, “I got a little more…turned on.”
Rose patted the woman’s hand. “It’s nothing to be embarrassed about. I know that salon well — they’ve seen it all and are very discreet.” She continued eating, waving her fork for Marla to go on.
“So she did all that, and then she said it was time for the other side, and I didn’t know what she meant, but then, oh boy, I figured it out. She had me lie on my stomach with my ass up and she did the same thing on the other side. I don’t know if she noticed my butt was a little bruised, but she sure didn’t say anything. By this point, my whole lower end was hurting, but then she was spreading this cream all over the places she had taken the hair off, and it felt, omigod, it was good. She said it might itch later, but honestly, I haven’t felt a thing since then.”
“What happened next?”
“Well, the next couple of things I’ve had done before, but never this good! I went to another room with my robe on and I was in this reclining chair, and another woman came in for the facial — she put this amazing stuff all over my face and massaged it in, and I got the little cucumber slices on my eyes. And a couple of other people started doing the mani-pedi, and my feet have never felt so relaxed, my hands too! They worked on them for a long time, I almost fell asleep, I was so relaxed.”
“I’m sure you were!” said Rose, smiling. “I trust you got to the third part?”
Marla looked down at her plate, then back at Rose, as if nervous to share. “I did, Ma’am, and it was…it was so good, and embarrassing, and…God, I don’t know how to…”
“Marla,” said Rose, “You have no secrets from me.”
“I know, but…”
“No buts! Remember, if you are in trouble, I will fix it, if you mess up, I will correct it, and if you are happy, I will be happy with you, understand?”
“Yes, Ma’am!”
“Then tell me what happened next, and how it made you feel.”
Marla gulped down some salmon. “Well, the girl from earlier led me into a small room with a big padded table. The room was so pretty, with lots of wood paneling and gentle music, and it felt steamy. And then, um, the girl gave me a towel and told me to lie on my stomach on the table, and take my robe off. I turned so red, but after the second girl had waxed inside my butthole I figured there wasn’t much more to do, so I took it off, and lay down, and put a towel over my butt. And then, um…
“Yes, honey?”
“Then another door opened up, and a man came in. And was, um…” Marla trailed off.
Rose smirked and rolled her eyes. “Tell me about him, Marla…”
“Yes, I just, um, don’t want to…”
“Make me jealous? Marla, I paid for you to have this whole experience, and I certainly won’t get jealous about it. I know the man you’re talking about quite well, but I told you to give me details, and that includes your impressions.”
Marla looked down and nodded. “Yes, Ma’am. I’ll be…honest…he was, well, very handsome. Young, tall, nice chin, and oh my God, you could see, you know, his muscles through his polo shirt. He had a nice butt, too. That’s, uh, what I remember.”
Rose grinned. “It’s okay, Marla. You felt a little horny, didn’t you?”
Marla blushed. “I…well, you told me to be honest, Ma’am, so, yes, I did. But I belong to you!”
“Yes, but he know that, didn’t he? I made sure of it.”
Marla nodded. “Yes, it turned out that way. I said ‘hi’ to him and asked how he was, and he didn’t say anything back to me, he just said to the concierge in a sexy, I dunno, Greek, accent, ‘Is this Rose Hendricks’ girl?’ God, it felt so weird, and so good, to hear someone call me your girl! You’re not, like, spreading that around, are you?”
“No, but you’re not ashamed of it, are you?”
“I mean…I guess I’m not, no, uh, Ma’am. Anyway, the girl said that I was, and he took a clipboard from her and looked at it, and then he gave it back, and then I got really flustered because she left the room and took my robe with her, so it was just me and this sexy man, alone. And then I got even more flustered than that, because he just went right up to me and said, ‘Rose has asked us to give you the special treatment. Do you trust that her instructions will take care of you?’ and I just nodded, and squeaked out a ‘yes.’
“He told me to put my head down into the hole, and then I couldn’t see anything but the floor. And then I got even more flustered, because, he, um, he picked up the towel off of my bare ass, and when I started to say something, he just said, ‘We don’t need this, do we?’ and his voice was so commanding that I just said, ‘okay,’ and just waited. And he started drizzling oil onto my back, and I just…sorry, Ma’am…I started getting turned on again.”
“No need to apologize, Marla,” said Rose.
“So then,” Marla continued, “he started working on my shoulders, and oh, Ma’am, it was heavenly. His hands were so strong as they went down my back, and he was really working along my spine and in my muscles, and I just felt like I was 100 pounds lighter. He worked on my back for a really long time…”
“Tell me honestly, Marla, how did it compare with my back rub?”
Marla looked left and right. “Yours? Oh, um, Ma’am, I don’t know if I can…”
“It’s okay, Marla. I paid for it, I would hope it was better than what I can do at home for free.”
Marla nodded. “Well, yes, Ma’am, it was even better, but yours, you know, led to so many other good things, and now I’m getting distracted, sorry, Ma’am. But then his hands went even lower and he started kneading my butt, and I shivered at that, but he said, ‘You will follow my instructions, as they come from Rose. Stay still,” and I stayed as still as I could, and started to relax. I think he saw the, um, bruises, because he was much gentler there. He was all over my ass, even in the crack, but he made it feel so good.
“Then he went even lower, down to my thighs, rubbing the soreness out of them, and my calves, too. He got to my feet, which already felt so fresh from the pedicure, but he just pressed them until they tingled, and I felt all the stress melting away. Well, not all the stress, because through the whole thing I was so turned on, and part of me was worried he would notice.
“Then he told me not to move while he went into another room, and I waited, still as a rock, until he came back. He had a sponge with him, and he started rubbing the excess oil off, and it just felt so hot, Ma’am. Nothing like you, but, well, I felt completely under his power.”
By this point, Rose had finished her plate, while Marla was working on her larger one. “I’m sure you did, and I’m glad you had the sense not to protest, knowing that I had given instructions.”
Marla nodded. “Yes, Mistress, I trusted you the whole time, and it was very important that I did! Because right after that, he was toweling me off and he got down near my head and said, um, that I was a very beautiful woman, that he loved women with huge asses and soft lips, and that he wished you had given him permission to fuck me, because he would have, well, put his cock in me in a second if he could.”
“And how did you feel about that?” asked Rose. “Tell me honestly, Marla.
Marla trembled. “Ma’am, I’m sorry, I just felt so guilty, and so dirty for wanting it, but I guess…God, I guess…I was disappointed that he wasn’t going to do it! I know, it’s so bad!”
“No, Marla,” said Rose. “You are a very dirty girl, that’s true, but you don’t need to be ashamed of what you wanted — it’s exactly what I expected, and there’s nothing wrong with it.”
“R-really?” asked Marla.
“Marla, you sweet, silly slut, I hired a man to make you feel good and gave instructions for him to turn you on. You wouldn’t be much of a sex slave for me if you weren’t interested in sex, would you?”
Marla laughed at that in spite of herself. “I guess I wouldn’t, Ma’am.”
“If I had given him permission to fuck you, and he had done it, you would have accepted, wouldn’t you?”
“I…I would have! God, he was so hot!”
“That doesn’t make me jealous, Marla, that makes me pleased — that you have a great interest in sex, but that you are willing to accept that I am in control of it.”
“Oh, that’s good, thank you, Mistress!”
“What happened at the spa next?”
“Well, he didn’t say anything after that, he just left me there, naked, and I was so tempted to try and reach under the table and make myself cum, but someone might have come in, and I remembered what you said about cumming without permission, so I just lay there, horny as heck. Then finally, about ten minutes of sweating like a pig later, the concierge came back in and returned my robe. She led me to an area with chairs and a hot tub where a few people were sitting and offered me snacks and a mimosa, which I took, of course. Then when I was done, she took me into a little salon room, and another man massaged my hair and put all these products in that smelled so good, then dried and brushed it.
“The concierge came and got me, and took me back into the locker room and let me change, and then took me out to the lobby. All she said was, ‘Did you enjoy your sessions?’ and I said ‘Absolutely!’ and she just smiled and offered me a few hair products to take home, and said she hoped I would come back soon.” Marla finally caught her breath — she had been talking so fast that she was panting, and there was still food on her plate to be eaten.
“Sounds like you certainly got my money’s worth!” said Rose.
“Oh yes, Mistress, thank you so much, you’re so good to me!”
Rose offered her hand to Marla, and Marla took it, kissing her on the fingers. “I’m glad you had a good time, and it’s certainly showing! I take good care of the things that belong to me, Marla.”
“Yes, definitely, Ma’am!”
“I trust you didn’t have trouble with picking up that package, did you?”
Marla looked sheepish. “Um…no, Ma’am. I was…a little surprised, by the address.”
Rose smirked. “I’m sure you were. You’ve never been to an adult store, have you, Marla?”
The naked woman shook her head. “No, Ma’am.”
“Did you see anything you like in there? Buy yourself something nice?”
“Um, I’m not sure, Mistress…I assumed that you would tell me if you needed me to buy anything.”
“Very good, Marla, you’re really getting the hang of this. Did they treat you all right at the store?”
Marla scrunched her neck, then relaxed it. “I…yes, Ma’am.” She saw the expectant look on Rose’s face and continued. “There were only a couple of other people in there. The girl — she had dyed purple hair — at the front asked me what I was looking for, and I said there was a package for Rose Hendricks. She asked me for my ID, and I showed her, and she went into the back room. She came back with the bag, but then she said, ‘She asked me to take your measurements,’ and I said, ‘For what?’ So she said, ‘Rose’s request,’ and I figured you had given her instructions too, so I said, ‘Lead the way!’ But then, um, she just said, ‘We’ll do it right here,” and I didn’t know what to say, so I just did as she said.
“She had a little tape that she used to measure, and I started getting a little embarrassed. First she took my height, which made sense, but then she measured around my neck, my waist, my butt, my arms, my legs, and I she was marking it all down on her phone. There were definitely other customers in the store, and I was so nervous that they were watching! Then she just handed me the bag, said ‘Have a nice day,’ and that was it! I didn’t even thank her, I just left!”
Rose pursed her lips. “A little rude, Marla, but I suppose it was a new experience for you.”
Marla nodded. “Yes, Ma’am. Um, Ma’am, can I ask, um…what were those measurements for? Did you really ask her for them?”
“Oh, those?” said Rose. “Yes, I did ask her for your measurements. But I don’t think I need to tell you for what right now. Suffice to say that they’re good to have. But they don’t help very much if they’re outdated, so make sure you finish that plate!”
Marla looked down and quickly began forking food into her mouth. “Yesh, Ma’am.”
Rose watched her eat, but then was interrupted by the buzzing of both their phones. Marla’s was nearer, so she picked it up. “What’s your unlock code, Marla?”
“Oh, it’s 1114, Ma’am. Jade’s birthday.”
“That would have been my first guess,” said Rose. She entered the numbers. “Sounds like Jade will be staying at Kenzie’s house.”
Marla looked up at her mistress with a smile. “We have the house to ourselves all night, Mistress?”
Rose grinned back. “It looks like we do, honey.” She stood up and pushed in her chair. “Take care of the dishes, then come join me in the hot tub.” She saw Marla’s mouth open and added, “No swimsuit.”
“But…uh, Ma’am, it’s still bright out…”
Rose glared. “And yet my instructions were clear. I will see you shortly.” Rose walked to the breezeway, shed her own clothing, then went out and climbed into the hot tub. Unlike the pool, the tub was blocked by gazebo decorations and the fence. If someone wanted to spy on them, they would have to be trying very hard.
After a few minutes, Marla emerged from the breezeway, covering as much of her breasts as she could with one arm. It wasn’t much, but her nipples were hidden as she quickly waddled up the steps and lowered her huge body into the hot tub, causing the water level to rise significantly.
“Come here, Marla,” said Rose. She motioned to a seat next to her in the tub. Marla shifted toward her, though there was little room for the two of them on the bench, and Marla’s hips were squeezed against the sides. Rose held her slave’s hand and gave her a quick kiss on the shoulder. “I want to talk for a little bit, Marla. It’s been a day of us trying out this arrangement. How are you feeling?”
Marla looked into her mistress’s eyes. “I, um…that’s a big question, Ma’am.”
“Then give me a big answer. And as always, be honest, honey.”
Marla’s eyes drifted down to Rose’s body underneath the bubbles. “Ma’am, I…I haven’t felt this good in years. I mean, parts of it are a little scary, and it’s definitely pushing my comfort zone, but I…I don’t know. With you telling me what to do, I feel so safe and content. Is that weird of me? I mean, I’m basically saying I’m not, you know, a strong, independent woman, aren’t I?”
Rose chuckled. “Some people might see it that way, but you made a choice of your own. You chose to give up control and get pleasure, safety, and a sense of belonging. No one should be forced to make that choice, of course, but you did it yourself, and I treasure you for it.”
Marla smiled. “Thank you, Ma’am. I treasure you, too. Even when you’re punishing me, even when I don’t know what’s coming next, I trust you. And it’s so weird to say that, since it’s only been a day.”
“Well, we’ll see how you feel in a few days, a few weeks, months, and so on. But you’ve been doing well so far, Marla, for a beginner. If you keep it up like that, things get even more fun.”
“Thank you, Ma’am. I hope I’m pleasing you, because you sure as hell are pleasing me. And I hope you’ll feel the same way, because I want to keep doing this for as long as I can!”
“I’m glad to hear that. Are there any other feelings you want to share with me?” asked Rose.
Marla looked at the water, then nodded. “There is one. It feels a little weird doing this behind Jade’s back. I mean…what if she figures it out? Will she hate us? She’d freak out, wouldn’t she?”
“I understand your concern, but Jade’s a smart, openminded young woman. I don’t think she’s likely to figure everything out, but if she realizes we have a special relationship, I don’t think she’ll be confused for very long.”
“Well, I trust you, Ma’am.”
“Good. We’ll cross that bridge when we get there. Now,” Rose said, “let’s talk about what we’re going to do tonight. I don’t have quite the energy I did yesterday, unfortunately.”
Marla looked a little crestfallen. “Oh, okay, Ma’am.”
Rose smiled. “But we can still have a little fun.” Her hand moved off of Marla’s and moved downward, pushing past her big belly and finding her vulva. Marla shut her eyes and moaned softly as Rose began to massage her clit. “First, let’s have a little fun here, then we can do some relaxing, and then I’ll tell you a little more about what I have in store.”
“Mmmm…yes, Ma’am.”
“You masturbate on occasion, don’t you, Marla?”
“Yes, Ma’am, I do…but not without your permission anymore, of course.”
“Why don’t you try your fingers on me?”
Marla nodded with excitement. “Yes, Ma’am!” She fumbled her fingers down through the water and found Rose’s own clit, and began to rub gently.
Rose leaned back. Marla was much more experienced at this than she was at eating pussy. “Yes, honey, that’s it, make your mistress happy.”
“Yes, Mistress,” sighed Marla.
“Good girl, so good, so fucking sexy…but stay quiet, or you’ll get the neighbors’ attention…”
“Yes…oh God…yes, Ma’am!”
The minutes seemed to slow as Rose savored her slave’s tender touch, and gave her pleasure in return. Marla was panting now, covering her mouth with her hand to stifle the noise.
“That’s it…that’s it…right there…” said Rose. “Yes, yes, yes, don’t stop!” She pinched her own nipples with her free hand.
“Oh God, Ma’am!” said Marla. “It’s…so…good!”
Rose came first, bracing herself against the tub to avoid splashing. She spasmed with pleasure and squeezed her big thighs around Marla’s hand. She gasped through her teeth as she rode the waves.
Rose opened her eyes as her orgasm receded, and saw that Marla was having one of her own, her fat body wriggling in the water. She watched and continued to work her fingers as Marla panted against the walls of the tub.
Finally, Marla looked at Rose with a lazy smile on her face.
Rose smiled back, but worked a little menace into it. “You did an amazing job getting me off, honey.”
“Thank you, Ma’am!”
“But there is a problem…the old Simon Says rule…”
Marla’s smile disappeared. “Oh no…oh God, I’m sorry, Ma’am, I forgot, I thought, um, since you were fingering me, I could…!”
Rose clicked her tongue. “Oh, silly Marla, that’s not the rule. I’m very excited that you agreed to submit to me, but with submission there must be obedience, and I did not give you permission to orgasm.”
“I’m sorry, Ma’am!”
Rose sighed as if she wasn’t relishing this. “Let’s towel off, honey. I will reward you for your hard work, but I also need to correct you for your mistake.”
Marla got out of the tub first, moving slowly down the steps, and went into the breezeway. Rose followed, watching Marla’s ass shift back and forth as she waddled. Inside, the two women toweled off their large bodies, with Marla taking especially long with all her folds and crannies.
“Stand still, Marla,” said Rose. She walked over to a cabinet, rummaged around, and found a little plastic toy shovel, a relic of when her daughter had been young. “Hands on the floor for me, honey. And put that towel in your mouth — we don’t want the neighbors to hear.
Marla winced preemptively. “Yes, Ma’am.” She slowly bent down and put her hands on the floor, her hair falling onto it as well. Even with the relaxed muscles the spa had given her, this hurt. She managed to get a bit of the towel between her teeth, the taste of chlorine souring her mouth.
SMACK. The shovel was flat and surprisingly rigid, and Marla cried into the towel.
SMACK. CRACK. With the second blow, the toy actually broke. Rose rolled her eyes. “I guess my hand will get a little sore after all,” she muttered. She shook her hand for a moment to loosen her wrist, then got to work.
Marla could swear that these blows were harder than the ones she had gotten with the spatula. She had gotten used to counting them now, even through the pain, and they numbered 25 by the time Rose finally paused, panting.
“Let’s see,” said Rose. “When you…stole an orgasm…last night, I punished you with 25 swats to your big tits. I can hardly become more lenient over time, can I? How would you learn?”
“Hmmm!” replied Marla pleadingly through the towel in her mouth.
“I’m glad you agree,” said Rose. She shook out both of her hands and rubbed them together to recover, then bent down to her task again, alternating her strikes between Marla’s ass and thighs.
Tears began dripping down Marla’s face to the floor of the breezeway as she took her punishment, her face turning red from being upside down. Finally, around blow number 45, she lost her balance and stumbled to the floor, her blubbery body cushioning the blow.
Rose winced and moved forward, putting a gentle hand on Marla’s shoulders. “Are you okay, Marla? You may spit out the towel.”
Marla removed the towel and nodded her head, rolling to her side and looking up at her mistress. “Yes, Ma’am. I’m sorry I did that, Ma’am…”
Rose smiled. “Don’t worry about it, I can tell it wasn’t on purpose!” She helped Marla roll into a sitting position, which made the bigger woman grimace, then with some difficulty, got her to the wall and in a standing position. Marla was panting, her face still red and her makeup smeared.
“I think that’s enough correction for now, Marla,” said Rose.
“Thank…you…Ma’am…” Marla gasped.
“I’m thinking we can do some more relaxing now, what do you say?”
“Yes, Mistress!”
Rose took a robe from a hanging hook and put it on. She gestured to Marla to follow her, and led her submissive into the kitchen. “You may go and lean back on the couch,” said Rose, as she opened the door of the freezer. She selected a large container of vanilla ice cream, then took a scoop and a small spoon from a drawer.
Marla looked up from her position on the couch as Rose entered the living room area. Rose saw the naked woman’s face perk up as she saw the ice cream. “Would you like some, Marla?”
“Yes, please, Mistress!”
“Lean back into the couch, would you?”
Marla looked confused, but she obeyed, turning and angling her body downward so that she was in a reclining position. Rose walked up to her, placed the spoon in her robe pocket, and opened the container, putting the scoop into it.
“Mistress, what are you…” Marla started to ask, before she was interrupted by Rose dropping a heaping scoop of ice cream onto her chest, right between her tits. Marla gasped and shivered. “Oh God, that’s cold…”
Rose glared at her. “Relax, honey! If you stain this couch I may need to take it out of your ass.”
“Yes, Mistress!” Marla whimpered, as Rose dolloped several more large scoops of ice cream onto her body. Marla’s big tits and massive belly roughly formed a bowl that prevented the dessert from falling off. The nude woman was beginning to calm down, even looking hungry as she stared down at the treat between her tits.
“Don’t move,” said Rose, as she returned the ice cream container to the kitchen. She pulled the spoon from her robe pocket and returned to the living room, taking a seat next to Marla. She gently took a spoonful of the ice cream and brought it to her mouth, smiling at Marla as she did so. “You may eat too, Marla!”
Marla gave her a confused look. “Um…may I have a spoon, Mistress?”
“No, you may not,” replied Rose. “Your fingers will do.”
“Oh…Ma’am, why don’t I get…”
“That’s a boring question, and I would have thought that was obvious, Marla. You see,” – Rose ate another spoonful and gestured to Marla to eat – “you agreed to submit to me completely, to put yourself in my hands in exchange for guidance and pleasure, and that involves giving up your autonomy. You’re still your own person, of course, a beautiful, delightful woman I’m glad to call family.”
“Thank you, Mistress!” Marla smiled at Rose before taking a scoop of ice cream into her pudgy fingers and bringing it to her mouth.
“But,” Rose continued, “belonging to me means that I will sometimes you must give up things like your control, or your dignity, or your comfort. Sometimes you must behave as less than your own person, and more as my slave. That’s why you forfeited your right to cover yourself up in front of me, and why I will sometimes take away other things, like spoons. It thrills you, doesn’t it?”
Marla nodded as she took another scoop of the melting ice cream, her chin already covered in the stuff. “Yes, Mistress. I’m still so surprised by how it happened so fast, but giving in to you is the happiest I’ve felt in so long. I think a part of me, deep down, has always known that I get off on, you know…the kind of things you do to me, and I didn’t know what I was looking for until I found it. I’ve never been a sex slave before, but I want to make you proud!”
Rose smiled and took another spoonful, then brought it to Marla’s lips and let the big woman eat it. “Oh, you have, sweet Marla, and if you keep it up, I will be happy to keep making you happy!” She leaned in over Marla, careful not to drag her robe into the ice cream, and kissed her long and hard.
“How can I please you right now, Mistress?” asked Marla.
Rose wiped the ice cream off of her lips with her hand, then licked it off. “Right now, you may finish that ice cream, but hold off on cleaning yourself. Stay there for a moment — I’ll be right back and we can discuss your training.”
“Yes, Ma’am!” Marla was hardly able to scoop the ice cream anymore, simply dipping her fingers into it and lapping it off.
Rose went to her suite and retrieved the bag that Marla had picked up for her. The fastening hadn’t been tampered with — Marla had clearly obeyed her instructions. The huge woman was learning fast. Rose used a scissors to undo the plastic that held the bag closed, then grabbed another item from her dresser and headed back to the living room. She stopped at the dining table on her way to pick up her phone. Marla was waiting on the couch, her massive tits and belly covered in sticky ice cream. Her legs were spread eagerly, and she had a dreamy look on her face.
“Good girl,” said Rose. “Now, I don’t want you to think I’m spoiling you after a spa day, but I do have some things here for you.”
Marla rubbed her hands together with excitement. “I can’t wait, Mistress!”
“You have an insatiable appetite, don’t you?” said Rose. “But you will have to wait a bit longer — I want to tell you a little more about your activities for this week. Kneel on the floor and face the couch.”
“Yes, Mistress,” said Marla, lifting her enormous ass off of the couch and working herself into a kneeling position on the carpet. Rose sat down on the couch in front of her.
“As I was saying, for this arrangement to continue making us both happy, you will frequently need to give up things like control and modesty, and you need to be ready to do it whenever I ask you to. I don’t expect you to be instantly able to do so, which is why I will teach you how gradually.”
“Okay, Mistress, I’m excited to learn! I’ll try my best for you.”
“I’m sure you will. In my experience it is a little easier with younger people, but you’re naturally a very submissive woman, so I think you’ll get the hang of it. We’ll use this week to really get you into the swing of things, since I know that Jade works every evening.” Rose proceeded to outline the rest of the week without going into too much detail. She noticed Marla gulp or widen her eyes a few times.
“Mistress, I don’t…” said Marla when Rose had finished speaking.
“Don’t what, Marla?”
“I don’t…well, I just hope I don’t let you down, Ma’am. It’s a little out of my comfort zone…but I’ll do my best.”
“That’s all I ask. Now, let’s show you what you picked up today, shall we?”
“Yes, Ma’am!”
Rose reached into the black bag, rummaged for a moment, then produced a small object made of black leather.
Marla’s eyes widened. “Is that…Mistress, is that…”
“A collar, honey?” said Rose. “Yes, take a look.” She watched as Marla ran a finger along the color and a hand along her own neck. The collar’s only adornment was a metal disk that had a distinctive pattern in the shape of a white rose.
Marla marveled at it. “Rose…Ma’am, sorry, Ma’am, is this like, your personal design?”
“Something like that. You’d be surprised how fast the store can make one of these things, though it helps when you’re friendly with the owners. But yes, it’s a fun little way I use to identify myself and what’s mine.”
Marla’s mouth was agape as she held the collar, and she began moving it toward her throat. “Should I…”
Rose snatched it from her hand. “Uh-uh-uh, honey, I knew you’re eager to please, but it’s not quite that simple. Wearing my collar is a privilege to earn, and we’ve only been in this arrangement for a little while.”
“How can I earn it, Ma’am? I love the idea of showing you that I’m yours.”
It won’t be only me that you’re showing, thought Rose, but that would come later. “Through obedience, and patience, and improving your skills at pleasing me. In the meantime, however, I would like to give you something similar, a reward for what you’ve done over the past couple of days and a reminder of whom you belong to.” She returned the collar to the bag, but then found another item and pulled it out. It was an thin, elegant golden necklace with a small disc, identical to the one on the collar in its white rose design but much smaller.
Marla put a hand over her mouth. “It’s beautiful, Ma’am!”
“You may put it on,” said Rose, handing it to her. Marla took the necklace in her pudgy fingers and carefully undid the clasp, put it around her thick neck, and reattached it. The white rose disc came down just above the top of her breasts. It was now the only thing she was wearing.
Marla smiled. “Thank you, Mistress. Where can I wear it?”
“Oh, everywhere, honey,” said Rose. “Perhaps not when Jade is around — she might start getting ideas — but I want you to start wearing it at work, and places we go out together. Its real meaning will be our little secret!”
“Yes, Ma’am! Oh, it’s just the prettiest thing.”
“A pretty thing for a beautiful woman,” said Rose. “In fact, let me take a picture — just for our private use, of course.” She took her digital camera from her pocket. “Stick those big tits out, honey,” Rose said. Marla puffed out her ice cream-covered chest and smiled happily as the camera clicked.
Rose put the camera back in her robe pocket. “And I do have one more little bit of fun to share today.” She reached into the black bag and pulled out a small, purple object, bent in a curve with two bulbous nodes, one larger than the other. “Can you guess what this is?”
Marla nodded excitedly. “It’s a vibrator, Ma’am!”
“Correct,” said Rose. “And this particular one is already linked up to my phone.” She set the vibrator on the couch and tapped her phone several times. “It’s also designed to stay in you without falling out. I’m sure you’re plenty wet — why don’t you slip it inside your cunt for me?”
Marla took the vibrator and leaned to allow her hand access beneath her hanging belly. Rose watched her slave insert the bigger end into her cunt, gasping as she did so. The smaller end perched against Marla’s clit.
“Do you like the new toy?”
“Yes, Ma’am, thank you, Ma’am!”
“A sex toy for my sex toy,” chuckled Rose. “You and that thing are going to be the best of friends — I will make you use it frequently.”
“I can’t wait, Mistress!”
“But right now, it’s a bit of an incentive. You see, I’m still a little disappointed by how poorly you did at eating my pussy yesterday, and we’re going to need to fix that, or I may get bored and you certainly won’t earn your collar.” Rose pushed aside the lower part of her robe, exposing herself to Marla. “You’re going close your eyes to lick me like you did that ice cream, and I will react by adjusting the settings on the vibrator. The better the job you do, the more pleasure you will receive.”
Marla was already bending forward. “Yes, Ma’am!”
“In fact, I’ll even let you have an orgasm — but only if and after I’ve had mine. Now, eat.”
The enormous slave dove to her task, eagerly tonguing her mistress’s clit. Rose sighed contentedly — Marla was a beginner at this, as with so many things, but she possessed boundless enthusiasm and a willingness to serve. Rose couldn’t believe that her brother had thrown this woman away. Then again, sexual submissiveness doesn’t float everyone’s boat. And it had taken Rose’s special talents to fully draw out this side of Marla.
Marla was giving it her all. She was a bit clumsy, but Rose was enjoying herself, so she activated the vibrator app on her phone. The bigger woman shook for a moment, interrupting her licking, then went back into it.
Rose bit her lip in pleasure and gazed down at her slave. Marla was on all fours, her fat legs spread out underneath her, her tits swinging as she licked. Her massive ass was thrust out behind her, jiggling along with the vibrator. Some people might have been repelled by Marla’s 400 pound body. To Rose, it was magnificent.
Rose noticed Marla missing her clit with several licks, so she turned down the speed. That got Marla back on track, and Rose obliged her by reversing the decrease. Marla was starting to get the hang of it, but only starting, and Rose wasn’t prepared to settle for decent. She was enjoying herself, certainly, but Marla’s talents were still developing, and they weren’t nearly a match for those of her daughter. Not that either of them knew that.
Rose waited a few more minutes, adjusting the vibrator as needed, but soon decided that she had given Marla long enough. She switched off the vibrator, and Marla slumped, though to her credit she continued for at least thirty more seconds before Marla finally pushed on her head. “That’s enough, Marla.”
Marla slumped all the way to the floor, unable to face her mistress. “I’m sorry, Mistress…I tried to do a better job. Please…I’m sorry…are you going…t-to…p-punish me?”
Rose nudged at Marla with her foot. “Sit up.” Marla obeyed. “You did do better than last night, and I don’t expect miracles. But your ability to eat pussy will certainly need to improve, so yes, I will punish you. But not with spanking, not tonight. Give me back the vibrator.”
“Y-yes, Mistress,” said Marla, glumly, as she removed the purple toy from her wet pussy and handed it back.
“Instead…” Rose thought for a moment, “I know. First, I want you to get up and make me a bowl of popcorn.”
Marla looked at Rose quizzically, then nodded and stood up. “Yes, Mistress!” She waddled her naked body into the kitchen, found a bag, and started the microwave.
Rose took the remote control from the coffee table and turned on the TV. Here was another thing she could control with her phone. On her phone, she opened a web browser and selected one of her favorite websites, then began scrolling.
After a couple of minutes, Marla returned, a big bowl of popcorn in her hands and resting against her sagging belly. “Here you go, Mistress.”
“Set it on the couch,” said Rose, still looking at her phone. “Then get on your hands and knees in front of me, no, parallel to the couch.” Marla obeyed, landing prone. “Hold yourself up, though, don’t just lie on the ground.”
“Yes, Mistress,” grunted Marla.
Rose made her selection and connected her phone to the TV. She saw Marla’s head look toward the screen.
“Is that…” said Marla, “Mistress, is that?”
“Porn?” asked Rose. “Very perceptive.” She put her feet up using her slave as a footstool, with one leg on Marla’s back and one on her ass. “There’s such a scarcity of good lesbian and bisexual stuff on the Internet, you usually have to be a fucking member, I mean, God, what a drag, but there’s a few things I like.” Rose stuffed a handful of popcorn in her mouth and positioned the other hand over her clit. “You can watch from down there if you like, but you absolutely may not cum.”
“Yes, Mistress,” Marla whimpered.
The movie Rose had chosen was a lesbian one, featuring two career women — a boss and her younger employee. In it, the employee gradually seduced her boss, culminating in the boss submitting to the younger’s control. Unlike many porn videos, it was a slow burn, so Rose took her time at masturbating to the screen.
Once she finished most of the popcorn, Rose leaned down and placed the bowl directly under Marla’s face. The larger woman was quivering, clearly becoming fatigued by staying on her hands and knees. “You may finish that, Marla, but keep your hands where they are. Sometimes a slave must eat like an animal.
Marla sniffled and began to stuff her face into the bowl of popcorn. Rose was getting aroused by the pathetic image of her sexy slave on all fours as much as she was by the video, and began to quicken her treatment of her clit.
Twenty minutes of fingering herself later, around the time the video was reaching its climax, Rose began to moan heavily. The employee had tied her boss to a chair and was fucking her with her fingers. The boss was on speakerphone, pretending she was having phone sex with her husband. Both women were gorgeous, but Rose preferred the sight of Marla’s ass. Her slave was breathing with exhaustion now, her back beaded with sweat.
Finally, Rose felt her heart pound as she approached release. “OHHH!” she gasped as it surged through her, and she couldn’t stop her feet from flopping up and down on top of Marla. It wasn’t as good an orgasm as she would have from getting eaten…but it was a nice consolation prize.
Rose stopped shaking and pulled her feet off of Marla. The time had gotten away from her, and it was getting dark. “You may roll over, Marla.”
The fat slave breathed a sigh of relief as she rolled onto her back. Marla’s front half was coated in a collection of tears, sweat, and ice cream residue, and her face was completely red. She was looking up at Rose expectantly, partly in lust, partly in fear.
“As much as I’d love to clean you off myself,” said Rose, “you haven’t quite earned that privilege yet. Go take a shower, then you may sleep next to my bed tonight.”
Marla stood up. “Y-yes, Mistress. I’m…I’m sorry I let you down.”
Rose stood up and stopped the naked woman with her hand. “Sweet Marla, you haven’t let me down. I expect you to fail sometimes, and frankly I get off on the punishment. The only way you could let me down is if you didn’t try.”
Marla smiled at that, and Rose planted a soft kiss on her lips. “Thank you, Ma’am. I promise to keep trying for you.”
“What did I do to deserve you, honey?” Rose said softly. “Now, go take that shower. Jade doesn’t work tomorrow, so we will start your real training on Monday.”