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Large Landlady Dominates Little Lodger
(Miranda Birch)

Mrs Cooper's intentions were made quite plain on Robert Haynes' second night as her lodger. He was preparing for bed in his little room when he heard her calling his name through the connecting door -- the door that led to her bedroom 



"Don't forget to come and say goodnight to Mumsie before you go to bed, Robert dear." 



His heart gave a leap. He was flustered. What to do? Well, best go in and say goodnight as he had just been told to do. Timidly, he tapped on the connecting door. 



"Ummm... er... May I... may I come in Mrs Cooper?" 



"Of course Robert dear!" 



With a deep breath, he depressed the handle and opened the door. The sight that met him took his breath away 



The large mature woman sat on the edge of her bed. She looked very motherly. But she was not dressed in a motherly fashion -- not by a long way! Her almost see-through nylon nightdress was a `shorty' and reached only to the tops of her broad thighs The deep cleavage of her breasts was on show, with very little protection from the low cut neck line of her night gown. it was obvious to the embarrassed, but excited, young man that his mature landlady had discarded her brassiere and knickers. But she had kept on her stretch-girdle, from which her broad suspender straps reached down to fasten to the tops of her flesh coloured stockings. 



She looked so voluptuous, so mature, and -- despite the sexiness of her choice of nightwear -- so, so motherly... Suddenly Robert had the mad desire to leap into her lap and be embraced in her arms! At the same time, he had a pang of guilt when he saw where she had directed her eyes. He knew he was getting a hard-on and feared that at any moment his stiffening member would force its way through the loose fly opening of his pyjama bottoms, whether he would or no! 



"I can see you want to be a good boy for Mummy, Robert," Mrs Cooper said quietly as she settled back across her bed, taking her weight on her elbows. Her nightie rose even higher up her very white, very broad, thighs so that he could see the suspender tabs gripping her stocking tops to ensure their tautness. A slight wriggle of her hips, a movement of her legs -- and the nightdress rode to even more revealing heights. Then she lay still allowing the blushing young man to gaze in disbelief at the soft, silky, light- coloured hairs that forested her prominent pubic mound. 



He feverishly covered the fly-flap of his pyjama trouser swith his palm, certain now that his erection was could not be contained if left to its own devices. But to his immense relief, she she did not share his embarrassment. 



"No need to be shy with Mumsie, dear" she assured him, "come over here and sit close to me." She made a welcoming gesture with one arm that made her big breasts wobble and bounce. 



His head and heart pounding, Robert silently joined her on the big bed. He was immediately gathered into her plump arms and tightly embraced. She purred like a cat. He found one of his legs falling between her opened legs and, with her garment moving even further up her body, he was now able to see the ridge of white flesh of her big white belly above the waistband of the girdle. She guided his hand to her naked flesh and stroked her skin using his docile hand. Her other arm encircled his neck and drew his hot flushed face down to her large bosom. It was a natural reaction for him to muzzle one large pliable breast with his face, rubbing from side t side, and up and down, until his lips located the large fulsome nipple that awaited his hungry mouth. 



She stroked the back of his head, encouraging him with gentle hand pressures and softly murmured words to suckle her, to appease the hunger she knew was latent in all males.