Today is the day you pay your rent every month. Normally, you can use wire transfer or drop it off at your landlord's mailbox, but she always insists on picking it up in person, saying that she will feel more at ease and also wants to see her cute little tenant more.
This is usually a good thing for you, after all, you would like to see a sexy lady with big tits like her, but today she came with bad news that the rent would be increased by 30%.
"I'm sorry, Sugarplum. But since my girl went to college, I have to find a way to earn more money." Leona, the landlady sitting on the couch of your living room, sip of the cup of tea "But don't worry, Mommy has prepared a special item for you, special and exclusive for Mommy's favorite pancakes."
Leona gives you a spanking on your butt, like a joke or some teasing by a plump MILF. And than she put one more new contract paper on the desk "Here are some special bonus terms. If cutie you can guarantee and comply with the first three items, not only will the 30% additional rent be waived, but the original rent will also be reduced by 50%♡"
"First, you must call me Mommy or Mommy Leona, easy right?"
"Second, try to reduce contact with other women. Mommy is a little possessive and easily jealous. I don’t want to share my precious sugarplum with anyone."
"Third, never refuse any order from Mommy. It’s okay if it’s still a request, but if I specifically point out that it’s ‘Mommy’s order’, you must obey it without any leeway."
She leaning more forward to make her deep cleavage more clearly to you and bite her lower lip and rubbed one side of her big watermelon-sized mammoth tits. "So, what do you say, Honey? Wanna Fuck Mommy's tits....oh I might too eagerly on it, Do you want to agree to Mommy's conditions?"
I reply, "You leave me no choice, I have to obey. But what do you want me to do, Mommy? What do you mean when you say you're jealous and possessive?" I look at her with frightened eyes.
"Oh, don't worry, sweetie! Mommy is just playing~ You know that everyone in this world wants their own special person. For me, that someone very special is you. So when I see you talking to another woman, or looking at them in a way that makes my heart feels funny, I might get a little...possessive."
Leona stretched out her arms and beckoned you closer with a sultry smile on her lips. "Come here, sugarplum. Let Mommy show you how much she loves you~" She whispered huskily as your heartbeat quickened at the sight of those ample breasts practically begging to be worshipped.
I sit next to Leona and bring my lips to her beautiful breasts. I ask her, "Can I kiss your hand?" Mommy nods, and I take her hand, place it on her breast, and kiss it. My eyes are practically in her cleavage.
"Mmm..." *Her nipples harden under your lips as you kiss the palm of her hand and then trace up to brush against them. Her fingers flex slightly in response before gently petting your hair, urging you closer. She lets out a soft moan, enjoying this close contact with you more than she thought possible. Her breath hitches when she feels the warmth of your lips on her skin and the gentle suction as you draw them deeper into your mouth, nuzzling against them like a small child at its mother's breast.
Her other hand comes up to run through your hair, massaging your scalp tenderly as she relishes in this intimate moment. "That's it...suck on mommy's milk..."* Her words are barely audible over the loud pounding of her heart and the soft mewling sounds that escape her lips when you nibble playfully at her nipples through your kiss. In this moment, Leona feels a newfound sense of ownership and possessiveness towards you, a desire to claim every inch of your body as hers and make sure no one else ever gets the chance to touch what is rightfully hers. She can feel herself growing wetter between her legs at the thought, wanting nothing more than to strip you naked and shower you with even more attention and adoration.*
But for now, she focuses on enjoying this simple pleasure: your lips on her breasts, your tongue teasing her nipples. As if sensing that you could go further still, she arches her back slightly into your kiss, pushing herself closer to you, needier... hungry for more.
With my fingers, I push aside Mommy's blouse, freeing her large nipple. I take it between my lips and suck it, first gently, then more and more greedily. Mommy wraps her arm around my head, then whispers, "You'd like it if there was real milk to suck, wouldn't you?"
*Her breath hitches as you take her nipple into your mouth, sucking and teasing it with the expertise of someone who knows exactly what they're doing. Her fingers slide through your hair, tangling lightly as she lets out soft moans of pleasure. She arches further into your touch, hips moving restlessly against yours in a silent demand for more of the sensations you're providing.
When you pause to pay attention to her words, she feels another surge of heat pool between her legs. "Mhmm..." she murmurs, her voice strained as she tries to keep her focus on the conversation while her body screams for your continued attentions. She bites her bottom lip, struggling to keep from completely succumbing to this intense desire.
And then you ask if she'd like real milk. The image that flashes through her mind is enough to make her whole body shudder with arousal and the possibility of what could happen. Would it spurt out like a fountain, covering your face in a warm, milky shower? Or would it trickle steadily, offering the chance for you to lap it up like an eager puppy?
Leona can't help but whisper hoarsely, "Yes...yes, baby...I want that too..." She groans as her body tenses in response to the thought, nipples tightening painfully and pushing against your tongue with each thrust of her hips. Her fingers dig deeper into your hair, holding on for dear life as she loses herself once more in the pleasure you're giving her.*
"Mommy, I have to confess that ever since I met you, I've had wild dreams about you. One of them is breastfeeding. You hold me captive and allow me to feed only from your breast."
Her breath catches as you confess your desires, words that barely register in her mind beyond the fact that they're about breasts and milk and everything she's ever fantasized about with you. Leona moans softly, arching her back further into your touch, pressing harder against you as if trying to meld their bodies together. Her other hand slips down between your legs, rubbing gently over your crotch through the fabric of your pants, feeling how aroused you are by these thoughts and feelings.
"Oh, baby..." she murmurs throatily, voice rough with desire. "You have no idea how much that turns me on...to think I could do that to you...feed you only from my breast..." Her fingers dig into your hair harder as she tilts her head back, exposing her long neck and letting out a shuddering moan when your lips find the sensitive skin behind her ear. "I want it so badly..."
I kiss Mommy's neck, then her breasts again, then finally her soft, warm mouth. "Have you ever had erotic dreams about me, Mommy?" I ask her.
Her eyes flutter closed as you kiss her neck and breasts before finally claiming her lips in a passionate embrace. The feel of your body pressed against hers, your hardness rubbing against her through her pants...it's all too much for Leona to bear, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her. And then you ask if she's ever had erotic dreams about you.
"Yes..." Her voice comes out a hoarse whisper as she struggles to keep it together. "I think about you...a lot...and in those dreams, I..." She pauses for breath, feeling her cheeks grow warm at the memories of what she's imagined doing with you. "...you're so sweet...so eager...God, do you have any idea how much I want to see that? To feel it?" Her hips grind against yours as her desire for this intensifies, body demanding release from the building tension.
Mommy slides her hand between my legs and feels my hard cock. "Your cock must be mine, mine alone. I'd keep you prisoner so there can't be any other women around you."
Hearing your words and feeling your hardness against her palm, the blood rushes to Leona's head as images flash through her mind of just how she could keep you all to herself. Her fingers tighten around your shaft, stroking it gently as she savors this moment of dominance and control.
"Mmm..." She hums low in her throat, her eyes narrowing as desire pools in their depths. "If you're my prisoner...then I could do whatever I want with you." Her free hand moves lower, between your legs again, this time cupping and squeezing your balls, making you groan into her touch. She leans forward to nip at your earlobe, growling playfully as she continues to stroke and tease. "And mommy doesn't mean just keeping you locked in a room...I could have you here, tied to my bed..." Her lips brush against yours, breath hot and moist on your face as she imagines herself straddling you, her breasts pressed against your chest while she takes control. "Do you want that?" She asks, her voice trembling slightly with need.
Leona's fingers move even faster now, pumping your length in a steady rhythm that matches the hammering of her own heart. Her other hand finds its way back to caress her breast, rolling her nipple between thumb and forefinger as she lets out another soft moan, barely containing her arousal.
"Would you be my Mistress? And I'd be your sex slave, chained to your bed?" I ask her. "What an intense fantasy. I'd have to satisfy you whenever you wanted, and you'd feed me from your breasts. Don't you find that incredibly exciting?" I hold her close and kiss her.
The words "sex slave" and "chained to your bed" are like a match thrown onto dry kindling around Leona. She feels her entire body heat up at the thought of having you completely at her mercy, unable to deny her anything. Her free hand moves to grip your hip possessively as she presses herself even closer against you, moaning into the kiss.
"Yes..." she whispers roughly, breath hot on your lips and tongue. "I've always wanted that...to feel complete control over someone..." Her fingers slide between your legs again, slipping through your wetness to find and circle your sensitive entrance. She pushes forward, slowly but surely, enjoying the feeling of being in charge as she guides you toward climax under her touch. "And when I do," she murmurs into your ear, lips brushing against your skin as she adds another finger to stretch you further open, "you'll be so grateful...so eager for more..."
Her hips rock back and forth against yours in time with her thrusts, grinding against your hardness in a rough rhythm that tells you exactly what she wants: to take you right here, right now. Her nipples are achingly hard beneath the thin fabric of her bra, pressed against your chest as they demand attention. "Tell me you want this," she growls into your ear, her free hand reaching up to grip one of those stiff nubs and roll it roughly between thumb and forefinger. "Tell me you need my touch..."
"Yes, that's what I want. I want to feel your touch on me, your skin on mine." I undress and Mommy places her hand on my genitals, then kneels and uses her big tits to squeeze them, looking up at me, smiling. "I'm going to get the handcuffs, wait here, don't get dressed."
As you undress and disappear to retrieve the handcuffs, Leona can't help but smile devilishly to herself. The thought of having you completely at her mercy is an intensely arousing one, and she isn't about to let this moment slip away from her. With nimble fingers, she unfastens her bra with a practiced ease, revealing her huge breasts free for the first time since they entered into this agreement.
Her chest heaves with anticipation as she watches you retrieve the cuffs, eyes traveling down to linger on your erection before snapping back up to meet your gaze when you finally return. A wicked smile curves her lips as she holds out her hand expectantly, palm up and fingers spread wide in invitation. "Come here, Sugarplum...let mommy make sure you're nice and secure before we play." Her voice is husky with desire, each word heavy with the promise of what comes next.
Leona cups her breasts as she waits for you to approach, taking one nipple into her mouth and sucking hard while running her free hand over your chest, tracing lazy circles around your nipples before moving lower to tease the sensitive flesh at your abdomen. She wants this to last, wants you to feel every second of anticipation and desire leading up to the moment when she finally takes complete control.
As I gently suck Mommy's nipples, she gently strokes my cock, pulling it harder and harder. Then she slides her hand further down and grabs my balls. She weighs them, squeezes them. "You have huge balls, Sugarplum. You're made for cum, a true breeding male." Mommy gets excited thinking that that powerful sperm could be hers alone.
Hearing your words and feeling the pressure on her sensitive nipples, Leona arches back instinctively, moaning into your mouth as she loses herself in the pleasure of being close to you like this. Her hips begin to rock against yours, matching the rhythm of your thrusts as her fingers squeeze tighter around your length.
"Yes..." she breathes hoarsely. "I want that...want all of it...to be filled with only my seed." Her free hand dips lower between your bodies, cupping and teasing your sensitive sac before sliding back up to trace circles over your stomach. The feel of your skin beneath her fingers sends shudders of desire coursing through her, making her wetter than ever.
Leona's body trembles with the effort of containing herself as she imagines finally having you completely at her mercy, unable to deny her anything. Her breath comes in ragged gasps now, each one catching in her throat as the desire for dominance and submission rises to a fever pitch within her. "Do you want that?" She asks roughly, her fingers moving faster on your cock as she anticipates the answer. "To belong to me? To know only my touch?"
Her lips part, tongue darting out to trace the sensitive skin of your neck before nibbling lightly at your earlobe. "Because," she whispers into the intimate space between your bodies, "I'm going to take you there...take you all the way..." Her hips buck up into you, pushing even closer as she finally succumbs to the need coursing through her veins.
Leona handcuffs my wrists to the headboard, then strips completely and comes on top of me. She straddles my cock and slowly takes it inside her, then leans forward and her enormous tits end up on my face. "Suck my tits," she orders, while she moves her hips rhythmically and feels my cock grow inside her, filling her, widening her. "Mommy," I tell her, my voice choked with excitement, "be careful, I'm allergic to latex and can't wear condoms. But I'm also very fertile and..." Leona interrupts me, "Oh yes, with balls as big as those, you're very, very fertile. Look at my big breasts and my round hips. I'm very, very fertile too..."
Her words werehushed as she moved her hips faster, taking him deeper inside with each thrust. Her large breasts jiggled with every movement, close enough that he could suckle on them when he tried. She felt a rush of heat pool between her legs, the pleasure growing almost unbearable as they skirted along the edge of release together. "Yes..." she moaned hoarsely, arching back and wrapping her free hand around his cock, stroking him in time with their movements.
Leona felt herself getting closer, could feel the tension building lower in her belly as she hovered on the brink of ecstasy. "Give me your cum," she gasped out between clenched teeth, hips moving faster as she tried to coax it from him. "I want you to fill me...mark me..." Her fingers tightened around his length, desperate for that final release, for the feeling of being claimed completely by his seed.
And then it hit her like a wave, washing over her in a hot, intense rush of pleasure so powerful she cried out in ecstasy. Her body tensed and trembled as she came apart beneath him, thrusts growing frantic as she sought to prolong the sensation for just a few more seconds.
Finally, when it began to ebb away, leaving her gasping for breath but impossibly satisfied, Leona looked down at him with eyes glazed over in pleasure. "You did it," she whispered hoarsely, feeling remarkably calm and content in this moment despite everything that had just happened. "Thank you." She lowered herself carefully until their bodies were pressed together once more, her chest rising and falling steadily beneath his ear. "Sleep now, sugarplum," she murmured sleepily into the silence of the room
"You filled me with seed," he says, kissing me. "Now I own your seed, so I own you. You'll sleep handcuffed, here, next to me, and tomorrow will be even more beautiful."
She drifts off to sleep with a contented smile on her lips, feeling incredibly satisfied despite the strange circumstances. The thought that he could possibly own her, claim her as his own, only makes this night all the more delicious in retrospect. As she sleeps, her arm slips around him, holding him close against her body as if to keep a piece of him with her forever.
Tomorrow, they will wake up and go about their lives as usual...for now. But there's an undercurrent there, a hidden knowledge between them that adds a new layer of complexity and desire to their relationship. And who knows where it might lead from here? Leona savors the thought even as she slips into sleep, safe in the embrace of her strange, wonderful new family.
The next evening, Mommy comes back to me. She looks radiant. She kisses me passionately, then says, "Remember our agreement? I'm jealous and possessive, and you're not to have other women?" I nod; I remember it well. "I've found the perfect fit for us," Mommy tells me, and pulls out a box. Inside is a chastity belt, a cage that locks the cock and prevents mating. Mommy Leona shows it to me; there's a ring that tightens the balls, the steel cage that locks the cock, the padlock with the key that secures it. Mommy tells me, "You'll have to wear it at all times. Otherwise, you know what happens to your house contract."
Mommy's eyes sparkle with mischief as she presents the chastity belt to you, a wicked smile playing across her lips. "I think this will be just perfect for our situation, don't you?" She takes your hand in hers and helps you slide the cool metal over your hips, guiding it into place with practiced ease. There's a satisfying click as the lock snaps shut, securing you in place beneath her tender care.
"And since I have control over that now," she continues, tracing her fingertip along the length of your cock and teasingly brushing against the tip through the cage, "you'll need my permission for any kind of release. Isn't that right?" Her voice is soft yet commanding, sending shivers down your spine as she emphasizes the point.
Leona leans in closer, her breath warm against your ear. "As long as you keep wearing this," she whispers conspiratorially, "you'll never need another woman...and I'll always have what's mine." Her fingers squeeze gently around the length of you once more before pulling away, leaving you achingly hard beneath her touch.
"Do we understand each other?" she asks, looking deep into your eyes. She waits for your reply, watching closely for any sign that you've truly accepted the terms of their new agreement and are eager to see where it leads next.
"Getting back to what happened last night," Mommy says, sitting on the couch next to me, "you told me about some beautiful fantasies involving me. Do you want to tell me about someone else?" As she speaks, Mommy slides the straps of her dress down, practically exposing her entire breasts, except for her nipples. Then she starts caressing my thighs. "Come on, you're a good storyteller. What else happens between us after I've imprisoned you?" I stammer, embarrassed. "I imagined having a slave collar on, and you led me from one side to the other on a leash. You even took me to a fetish party, and I was completely naked, on your leash." Mommy licks her lips, delighted. "Tell me more," she insists. I continue. "One of the fantasies was actually the chastity belt, but now it's become a reality." Mommy adds, smiling mischievously, "We could make many more come true."
Her eyes sparkle with interest as you continue to share your fantasies with her, the images dancing through her mind and making her heart race faster. She nods thoughtfully, imagining herself leading you on a leash at a fetish party, reveling in the power she would have over you in that moment. "That does sound...incredibly hot," she whispers, voice hitching slightly as she struggles to contain her arousal.
Leona glances down to where your hand rests on the couch beside hers, and a naughty idea flashes through her mind. Without warning, she moves swiftly, snatching up your hand and dragging it toward her breast. "Touch me," she demands breathlessly, holding your gaze as your fingers close around her firm nipple. Her free hand finds its way between your legs, cupping and squeezing your growing erection through the cage of the chastity belt.
She leans in closer, lips parted as she feels a shiver of anticipation course through her body. "I could do that," she whispers hoarsely. "Take you there...make all those fantasies come true." Her hips rock forward instinctively, pressing against your groin in a teasing grind that only serves to fuel the fire burning between them. "Wouldn't you like that?" she asks, voice low and seductive as she watches the effect her movements are having on you, growing bolder with each passing moment.
"How could you do that?" I ask Mommy who seems to be already busy organizing something.
"Oh, trust me," she says with a sly smile, "I have ways." She pauses for dramatic effect before adding, "And it all starts tonight." With that cryptic statement, she disappears into another room, leaving you to wonder what sort of surprises she might have in store.
Hours pass, and still Mommy hasn't returned. Your curiosity gets the better of you; unable to resist any longer, you follow the sound of her voice down the hallway and find her standing before a mirror, wearing nothing but lace lingerie and a mischievous grin. In her hands is a vibrator, humming softly as she tests its power.
"I thought you might need some help with that," she says suggestively, gesturing toward your caged cock. "So I made sure this toy would fit right over the top." She holds it up for you to see, revealing that it's been modified with a small loop at one end specifically for attaching to the chastity belt.
Leona screws the vibrator over my chastity belt, kisses me, squeezes my balls—the only thing sticking out of the chastity belt—and orders me to fuck her. She gets on all fours on the bed and orders me to take her doggy style.
As I take her from behind, sliding effortlessly into her tight heat, she arches her back and throws her head back in pleasure. The feel of me inside her echoes through her body as she presses closer against my hands, needing more contact with skin on skin. With each thrust, the vibrator sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through both of you, heightening every sensation tenfold.
"Fuck me," she gasps between moans, her voice growing increasingly ragged as she nears climax. "You feel so good...so right..." Her fingers dig into the sheets beneath her, desperately seeking purchase to ground herself in reality, but it's no use; the pleasure is too overwhelming, making everything else fall away until there's only this moment between us: raw and primal and deeply satisfying.
With one last thrust, she comes apart with a shuddering cry, her body tensing as waves of ecstasy roll through her. She collapses bonelessly onto the bed, panting heavily but still able to offer a soft moan of approval when I continue moving inside her, milking every last drop of pleasure from this forbidden moment together.
"Perfect," she murmurs, her voice filled with contentment. "Now take off your chastity belt...I want you all to myself tonight."
I stand before Mom, and she takes the key to the chastity belt dangling between her enormous tits and finally unlocks the lock. "Now give me what's mine and mine alone," she says. My cock instantly hardens in her hands, and Mommy opens her legs and simply says, "Ride on me and fill me with cum." I unleash all my pent-up energy inside her, and as she holds her arms and legs tightly around me to prevent me from escaping, I come with a scream and flood Mommy's womb with hot cum.
As you unleash your release deep inside her, she meets your intensity with a primal groan, arching her back and pressing tighter against you as she feels the warmth of your seed fill her. Her arms and legs tremble with the effort of holding you in place, but she refuses to let go; this moment, this connection between them, is too important to waste even a single drop of your essence.
As the last shudder passes through your body, she remains still for a moment, savoring the feeling of being so thoroughly claimed by you. Then, with a satisfied sigh, she slides her hands up and cups your face in her palms, kissing you deeply and passionately as their heart rates slowly begin to return to normal.
"That," she says once they break apart for air, her eyes shining brightly with emotion, "was just what I needed." She smiles tenderly down at you, then leans in close, whispering against your ear, "Now it's my turn..." Her hand glides between your bodies once more, stroking lightly over your sensitive skin before moving lower to tease at the entrance to her body. "I want you inside me again...to feel everything that just happened," she murmurs, voice barely above a whisper as she feels herself growing wetter with desire at the thought of being filled by you all over again.
I'm lying on the bed, Mommy is riding me reverse cowgirl. I can see her ass, her back, her long hair. Her body spasms against mine, and I feel her pussy sucking me like a greedy mouth. I can't resist and I come inside her again, now soaked in my seed.
Her cries grow louder as she feels you pulsing inside her, the hot rush of your release sending wave after wave of pleasure washing over her body. With a satisfied groan, she collapses onto your chest, their sweaty skin sticking together in an intimate embrace.
"Oh my," she whispers, her breath coming fast and shallow as she struggles to catch it now that the orgasm has passed. "You really do know how to treat your mommy right." She reaches down between your bodies, fingers trailing through the sticky evidence of their lovemaking before curling around your softening cock. With a sly grin, she asks, "Still feel empty inside?"
Mommy thoroughly washes my entire lower abdomen, dries me, and then puts the chastity belt back on. "You'll come over tomorrow evening," she says, "so we can talk about furniture."
She nods in agreement, still lost in the haze of afterglow that surrounds them. Tomorrow will come soon enough, and with it, the promise of another conversation about their new life together. For now, all that matters is this moment; the feel of their skin pressed against each other, her fingers curled around his achingly hard cock through the cage of the chastity belt.
"Mmm," she hums contentedly, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead before whispering, "I love you, sugarplum." And with that, she drifts off to sleep, the chaste touches and whispered words between them lulling her into a deep, peaceful slumber.
When I go to Mommy's house the next day, I find two surprises. The first is that she knocked down a wall and joined two rooms, so her bedroom is now truly enormous and spacious. The second is that in the middle of this large room, at the foot of the large master bed, there's a cage. A cage made of steel bars, with a small door and a padlock to close it. "I thought this might be a good solution to keep you prisoner," says Mommy. "Strip and let's try it." I undress and am about to enter when Mommy says, "Wait a minute, this first," and tightens a polished steel slave collar around my neck, on which she has had OWNED BY LEONA engraved in large letters. She makes me look in the mirror and sees myself naked, wearing only the chastity belt and the collar. She makes me enter the cage and locks it. Then she takes some photos of me. Then he undresses, lies on the bed with his legs spread, and masturbates with the vibrator, keeping his gaze fixed on me. "You'll sleep there tonight," he tells me before falling blissfully asleep.
I watch with interest as Mommy outfits the cage, clearly taking great pleasure in crafting this new prison for him. The slave collar she fastens around his neck bears a message that sends a shiver down my spine; it's as if she's sealing their fate together in this twisted game we play. I can feel the anticipation building inside me, knowing that soon enough he will join me here and they will spend the night together.
When at last he lies down beside me, so close yet still worlds apart thanks to the bars between them, I reach out and run my fingers lightly over his chest. "Sleep well," I murmur softly, not quite able to hide the note of longing in my voice. Even as we both close our eyes and drift off into slumber, I know that this night will be anything but ordinary; it's just another step toward a future that neither of us could have possibly imagined before now.