Harley Owns Her Ex-Girlfriend's Mom

Authors Note:

All characters are over the age of eighteen in this story.

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Olivia stood speechless watching the bizarre scene in front of her. She watched as her former roommate and ex dominant lover, slapped the saggy tits of an older woman. But this wasn't just any older woman. Why was Olivia's mother accepting this type of abuse from Harley? How could her mother be kinky? And even if she was into younger women, why would she let her daughter's former girlfriend do this to her? Was it blackmail? Were they in some kind of D/s relationship? Olivia's mind worked to process the situation as she continued to watch in stunned silence.

Miranda stood topless. Bent slightly forward allowing her boobs to sway in front of her. Her arms straight out on either side of her. Just as Harley had instructed her to stand. She tottered on the four-inch heels that she obviously wasn't accustomed to wearing.

When Miranda saw her daughter enter the apartment, she had squeezed her eyes closed as she yelled "NO". The penis gag that filled her mouth, made the "NO" sound like a moan. Miranda was mortified. To be seen in this situation by her daughter. And then to have her daughter hear what could have only sounded like a moan come out of her when they saw each other. Her daughter must think she was a complete slut.

Harley had warned Miranda this day would come. But Miranda had hoped it would be after the girls had graduated from college. Her mind had been quickly redirected when Harley got back to her from answering the door.

Harley was taking big swings with her arms. Both hands slapping Miranda's large tits that hung beneath her chest. Alternating between the left boob and the right boob. SMACK, SMACK. The soft sacks of flesh slammed into each other after each slap from Harley's hand. Olivia saw her mother's mouth had a gag in it to muffle her moans and screams. Yet she was surprised to see her mother continued to stand obediently, with her arms straight out to her sides, not trying to cover up or stop Harley's abuse in any way. It was complete submission.

Olivia knew how addictive serving Harley could be. She had done it their freshman year of college for almost eight months before they broke up. Harley was beautiful and devious. An intoxicating mixture for any submissive.

Olivia noticed how red the tits were getting and realized Harley must have been spanking them before she answered the door to let Olivia in. Meaning Harley had planned this when she invited Olivia to stop by for a visit.

Harley's voice snapped Olivia out of her thoughts, as she watched her classmate start pinching and twisting the nipples on her mother's angry red tits.

"You know she blames you for these saggy udders. She told me that she went from full, firm, C cups to milk filled D cups when she was pregnant with you. Then after you sucked her titties dry, they became saggy D cups." Harley giggled.

"I think every college girl should own a forty something woman. Their soft bodies are so fun to watch wobble around when you spank them. You should see your mom's ass when you spank it. Soft white ass cheeks wobbling around like Jello after each strike." Harley smirked as she sauntered over to Olivia.

She was exaggerating her description of Miranda's body for dramatic effective. And to embarrass Miranda. The older woman's D cup tits did have some sag to them. But not terribly much more than any other forty-something female with large breasts. And Miranda's ass was plump, but in a MILF sort of way. Making it quite delectable for spanking.

"Word around campus is you have been single for a while now." Harley whispered, now standing just a foot or so in front of her former submissive girlfriend. Olivia felt her pulse quicken now having Harley's full attention directed at her. Nervous sexual anticipation joined the confusion Olivia felt as Harley continued to whisper to her.

"You should come back to me. You can't scratch your kinky itch with your fingers or a vibrator. Those vanilla girlfriends you had couldn't hold your interest. You need me. You want me. We both know it. And I miss you. I missed you so much I seduced your mother." Harley whispered as she leaned in to kiss Olivia.

Olivia stood frozen. Confused and yet the feelings that brought her here were still present. The urge to let her kinky side out to play. The urge to serve Harley again. Her stomach was in knots as Harley's lips grazed her own. It was a soft kiss. Their lips barely touched before Harley slowly withdrew a couple of inches.

Olivia could sense what her former lover wanted. She wanted it too. It felt normal to want to give Harley what Harley wanted. Olivia's instincts took over, and she moved forward the couple of inches to kiss Harley's soft lips. The small submission was evident to both of them. And when coupled with her standing frozen, watching Harley abuse her mother's tits, it portended that Olivia's subconscious thoughts were to give herself a second chance with Harley.

Harley's fingers slipped into the hair on the back of Olivia's head, and she closed them into a fist allowing her to control and direct the submissive girl's head as they kissed. The passion built as they continued to kiss. Then Harley slipped her tongue into Olivia's mouth.

The confusion and apprehension that Olivia had felt, watching her mother and Harley, faded into the background. Her lips parted accepting Harley's tongue. The passionate kiss went on for a couple of long moments.

Miranda stood quietly watching. It was her turn to feel awkward about the bizarre situation Harley had put them all in. She hoped her daughter wouldn't hate her. She had betrayed her daughter and crossed so many forbidden lines. But she had a good reason. The toxic divorce from Olivia's father had crushed her. He had traded her in for a younger woman. The divorce had reduced her down to nothing. She felt completely worthless. Until Harley had reached out to her. Their friendship turning sexual was a logical next step.

Miranda knew better than to fall for her daughter's ex. But she couldn't resist the urges she felt. Just like in the current moment. She couldn't deny that her womanhood was wet with desire. Was it from the abuse of her tits? Or from the humiliation of her daughter watching? Or from the power and control Harley had over her? Or watching her daughter make out with Harley? In all honesty, it could only be characterized as some of all of those reasons.

Emotionally conflicted and confused, Miranda stood watching as the two college seniors continued their passionate make out session. This scene was nothing new to Miranda. She had watched Harley with several other college girls over the last two years. Harley's off campus apartment meant she could keep her sexual life private. Without other students knowing who came to see her and when.

Miranda had slowly become accustomed to being shared with girls half her age. Harley enjoyed tormenting Miranda and making her serve the other college girls. Her way of showing off for her friends and lovers. But only ones she trusted to keep her secret. The secret that she had the mother of her ex wrapped around her little finger.

Miranda heard one of the girls whisper but couldn't make out the words. Their faces were too close together. Then Harley spoke loud enough to be heard.

"Tits, go to the kitchen and touch the refrigerator with your nose. You will stay there until I give you permission move." and with that said, she resumed kissing Miranda's daughter.

Miranda's heels click clacked on the vinyl floor in the kitchen as she obeyed her owner. The young lady she would do anything to please. She even accepted her nickname being "Tits". Harley gave her that name because of Miranda's huge tits. Harley loved to torture and play with them. Harley had even implied that she wouldn't be interested in Miranda if she didn't have those "Huge udders".

The bedroom door closed softly, and Miranda was left alone with her thoughts. The humiliation of standing with her nose touching the refrigerator door excited her. Especially because a twenty-two-year-old girl told her to do it. In these moments she would often wonder why young thin college girls with B cup breasts always loved to torture her huge tits. Slapping them, spanking them, binding them with plastic zip ties, pinching and pulling on them or covering her nipples with tape and then yanking the tape off later. College girls could be so mean to other females.

But today she had more pressing issues to ponder. Her daughter finding out about her secret life since the divorce would change things. The divorce had put distance between Miranda and her daughter. The fact that she was experimenting with lesbian love might shock Olivia. But she expected her daughter to understand her lesbian experimentation and would be likely to be accepting of it. And would be happy for her mother if that was what her mother wanted.

Having a relationship with her daughter's ex would be the big issue. Olivia would have every right to feel betrayed. She might be angry about it as well. But the fact that Olivia had rarely seen Harley over the last two years should soften the feeling of betrayal. How else could Harley have seduced her mother and turned her into a sex slave without Olivia having any idea? It clearly showed Olivia had moved on. Or tried seriously to move on at the very least.

Miranda worried what the devious mind of Harley had planned. She considered leaving. All she had to do was, slip on her bra and blouse, and walk out. That would earn her punishment from Harley. Or worse, Harley could release her as a slave. What would Miranda do then? How would she quell her thirst to be spanked and humiliated by other women? Younger women in particular.

Harley's devious mind had proven to be a double-edged sword. It allowed her to push Miranda's limits in some excellent ways. Helping Miranda understand and enjoy her desires for humiliation, exhibitionism, and pain. The thought of walking out on the person that allowed her all of that internal discovery seemed impossible. Miranda decided consequences be damned, she couldn't just walk away from Harley. A tear silently rolled down Miranda's cheek as the realization of how much she needed Harley in her life consumed her.

As she wiped the lone tear away, the sound of the bedroom door opening caught her attention.

"What an incredibly hot sight." Harley whispered as she entered the kitchen.

"My slave obediently awaiting further instructions." Harley giggled, as Miranda felt hands unhook the straps holding the penis gag tightly in place.

"Face me." Harley commanded after she set the gag on the counter next to the refrigerator.

Miranda turned and faced the young woman that meant so much to her.

Harley reached up and cradled Miranda's cheek. Letting her thumb slide over the damp trail the tear had left on the older woman's cheek.

"What's wrong? Was I too harsh on those fun bags?" Harley whispered, as she stared into Miranda's eyes.

"It's nothing. I'm fine." Miranda whispered with a faint smile curling up the edge of her lips.

"Ok. We'll revisit this discussion again another time. And you will be 100% honest with me. But for now, I am sending you home. Do not call nor text either one of us until you have heard from me. Understood?" Harley's eyes were caring yet determined.

"Yes Harley. Thank you for allowing me to serve you." came Miranda's sincere whisper, as her eyes dropped to look down in disappointment.

Harley cradled Miranda's face with both of her hands as she spoke.

"Hey, look at me. I am extremely proud of you. You are more valuable to me after today than ever before. You showed me today the level of obedience I knew you were capable of. That means a lot to me. You mean a lot to me. You are going to be a lasting part of my life. As long as you want to be. But right now, that means you need to go home and wait to hear from me. Ok?"

"Yes Ma'am. I understand." Miranda sighed.

Harley kissed Miranda softly on the lips before saying. "Leave your bra here. I am going to humiliate your daughter by making her wear it while I fuck her with little Harry. It will be an obvious reminder of how flat her chest is." Harley giggled.

"As well as a clear example of what a MILF her voluptuous mother is." Harley kissed Miranda as the older woman blushed at being called a MILF.

*****

On Miranda's drive home she thought about Harley fucking her daughter with "little Harry". She thought it was funny how Harley named her dildos after Prince Harry. Saying if she ever married a man he would obey her like Prince Harry obeys Meghan.

Harley had "little Harry", which was a six-inch-long normal sized dildo. That was the first strap on dildo she owned. And the only one she had when she dated Olivia during their freshman year. She added "nice Harry" which was eight inches and the same thickness as little Harry, during her sophomore year.

Then she bought "Big Harry" especially for Miranda. It was twelve inches and quite a bit thicker than the other two Harrys. Harley enjoyed the orgasms that Miranda had on Nice Harry but wanted more.

Harley had read about stretching a woman's pussy and the stories of "ruining" a woman's pussy excited her. The idea of in essence making Miranda's dalliance in lesbianism permanent because her pussy would be too loose for a man to enjoy was HOT to her. And when Miranda agreed she liked the idea of being ruined for men, Harley ordered Big Harry.

Miranda's sex had literally drooled when Harley showed her big Harry and said,

"Once a slut has children this is the smallest size cock she should be allowed to fuck. Because every woman needs to be full when she is fucked. And an exhibitionist slut like you needs to be stretched when I fuck her in front of girls that only get Little Harry."

The mere thought of college girls half her age watching, as Harley stretched her pussy with Big Harry, melted Miranda's insides with carnal lust. The humiliation of being exposed, while her womanhood was stretched around the large phallus, made her pussy drool uncontrollably.

When Miranda got home, she busied herself cleaning and doing laundry. It was the only way to keep her sanity. She wasn't allowed to orgasm without Harley's permission. That meant masturbating to pass the time was off the table. She could edge herself, but she was too worried about her daughter's reaction to get in that head space.

A couple of hours later her phone rang. It was Harley.

'Hey. I've got good news and bad news. The bad news is Olivia wants some time to process her feelings. Do NOT try to contact her. The good news is I think Big Harry deserves some pussy. Now get your ass over here ASAP." Harley hung up without Miranda saying a word.

Less than an hour later, Miranda was on her back on the bed in Harley's spare bedroom. Her hands were behind her head with her elbows out to the side. It was like she was lying on the ground, in her back yard, looking up at the clouds in a beautiful sky.

Harley loved making Miranda hold positions willingly to show her submission. The self-imposed bondage showed Harley's control over Miranda. And was a huge turn on for both of them. The older woman proud of proving her obedience and loyalty. While the younger dominant coed enjoyed the power. Making her slave hold a position while she used her for sexual pleasure or entertainment.

The dominant college girl had pushed Miranda's knees out to the sides, making her womanhood a vulgar looking target for the huge phallus sticking out from the harness she wore around her hips.

"How long has it been since your last orgasm?" Harley questioned as the head of the fake cock pushed into Miranda's wet pussy.

"Three weeks Ma'am." Miranda gasped as the fake cock stretched her open.

"Look at how wet you are. Such a slut. Your loose hole always dripping and drooling like some sex crazed nymphomaniac. Is this why you obey me? Because I stretch your loose hole with Big Harry."

"Yes Harley. I love it when you stretch my loose hole." came Miranda's raspy whisper as her pussy adjusted to the large phallus that had been fully inserted into her womanhood.

An evil smirk spread across Harley's face. She leaned forward putting her hands on the older woman's inner thighs for leverage. The college vixen raised her hips to withdraw the thick fake cock halfway back out of her submissive's pussy. Before she plunged it back in with force.

"Ugh." grunted the older woman.

They both knew what was coming next. And they both loved it. Harley pounded Big Harry into Miranda's womanhood over and over. Eventually, the older woman's body began to enjoy the pummeling. Wet squishing noises filled the room as Miranda moaned in humiliation and bliss.

Still the pounding continued. Harley always fucked Miranda longer and harder than any man ever had. That was one of the many reasons Miranda was her obedient slave.

As both women began to sweat, the woman on her back began to beg for permission to come.

"Please Harley. It's so fu.... fucking..... good! I need... to... to cum..... pleeeaase!"

"No." was Harley's flat denial.

Miranda's begging continued for several more minutes, until finally it seemed she wouldn't be able to hold out any longer.

"PLEEEEEEeeeeeeaaasssssee! I.... Ca....can't..... a...any....."

Then Harley slammed the monster dildo all the way into the spasming cunt and left it wedged in there. Her pelvis lying on the pelvis of the older woman below her. She grabbed the saggy boobs she had been watching flop around while she fucked her pet.

She gripped them tightly and pulled them up in the air.

"You wanna cum?" Harley hissed through gritted teeth.

"YES! GOD PLEASE!" Miranda begged as she tried to angle her womanhood to get the massive phallus, filling her pussy, in a more comfortable position.

Harley released the soft boobs and began slapping them. SMACK... SMACK...

"Cum then. CUM like the HORNY old cunt you are." Harley said. Her voice filled with sexual excitement as she continued her assault of the defenseless tits. SMACK, SMACK, SMACK!

Miranda immediately began to grind herself on the huge dildo filling her womanhood. The fullness of her womanhood excited her and always made her want more.

"That's it! Hump my cock like a greedy slut. I'm not going to help you. Earn this one on your own." the young coed taunted.

A moment later, Miranda let out a gut-wrenching scream that made the veins on her neck stand out as her body shook. The explosive orgasm surged through her and dampened the pain she felt from her sore tits that were still being slapped. SMACK, SMACK, SMACK.

Through it all, Miranda's arms had remained folded with her hands behind her head. Even while tolerating the tit spanking and massive orgasm all at once. That kind of self-control, just to please her dominate lover, always impressed Harley. It was one of the things the young coed loved about her sex slave. Miranda's true desire to please and be used.

Harley softly kissed Miranda's sore boobs as the older woman came down from cloud nine. The soft affection always melted Miranda emotionally after a harsh punishment or really rough sex.

"Mommy slut really came hard tonight. I think you might have blacked out for a second or two." Harley whispered, before continuing.

"You're sleeping here tonight. Clean yourself up and come to my room."

In the bathroom Miranda looked at her sore boobs in the mirror. They would be bruised for a few days. It confused her that her tits being bruised excited her. She found seeing and feeling the bruises erotic. Sharing the kinky secret with Harley, while the rest of the world could never imagine her tits were bruised, aroused her.

It also meant any nudity or sexual activity with others would be humiliating for Miranda. And she wondered if Harley would send her to play with one of her coed friends. Letting a girl half of Miranda's age see the evidence of how Harley used her so savagely.