Lounging - 4K

It's a rare day when Peg has the house to herself...more or less.

Getting Peter to quit polishing his boat and actually take his son out for a day on the water was the easy part. As much as she doesn't mind a Goof or two stopping by for a mid-day roll in the sheets, getting her husband to drag along Max and Goofy took a little more effort.  Promises of a six-pack of beer and pizza upon his return were made. By comparison, getting Pete's folks to watch Pistol for the day took no effort at all...Pistol loves her some Grandma and Grandpa.

It's an even rarer day when she has absolutely nothing to do.  There are no mountains of clothes to fold, no single dirty dish in the sink to be washed, and no dust bunny needing vacuuming.  What with her real estate business taking off and leaving her with little time for household chores, it took a bit more than promises of pizza and beer to convince Peter to hire a maid.

Peg opts to lounge about the house leisurely, taking a midday nap on the living room couch or eating bonbons while watching television in her room. Occasionally she'll direct her new maid to do this or that...and much to her new servant's chagrin, the woman of the house does all of the above while lounging about while wearing next to nothing. It's humiliating enough that Lisa...off from college on her summer break...has to work while her friends are out frolicking at the beach, but the only decent job she could find was as a housekeeper. The humiliation is only compounded by the fact that she has to work for the mother of the very dweeb she goes to school with...and boned her repeatedly during spring break.

When Max isn't trying to get her in the sack again, now she has to put up with his mother's shenanigans. Granted, staring at a true milf of a woman prancing about in little but a pair of panties (or less most days) isn't a bad thing, but as soon as the men of the house are gone she demands that Lisa part with her clothes and do all of her chores in the buff as well. Then again, for what the woman is paying her she'd gladly do the job in a skimpy French maid costume if Peg demanded it.

Passing the Pete's bedroom, Lisa stops in the doorway to see if the woman of the house has any more tasks for her...it's getting late in the afternoon, and just about time for her to go home.

Lisa: Will there be anything else, Mrs Pete?

Peg, lying on her side across the bed, looks up at the suntanned and tan-lined blonde as she plucks another liqueur-filled chocolate from its box, a slightly seductive look in her eyes.

Lisa: (thinking) Yep, here it comes.

Peg pops the chocolate into her mouth and pats the bed beside her, gesturing for Lisa to come have a seat.

Peg: Why don't you sit with me for a little while? We never get a chance to 'just talk'... You know, woman to woman, what with the men-folks around all the time.

Lisa reluctantly does as she's asked, sitting down beside the redhead. Peg casualty runs a finger up the blonde's thigh and to her hip, repeating the motion in reverse, again and again. It's obvious to Lisa that the woman has no intention of carrying on a lengthy conversation...and only wants one thing.

Peg: So, how are we liking the job? I know it's pretty hands-on. You should be out with your friends, not playing housemaid to some old biddy like me.

Peg glides her fingertips from Lisa's hip, up the side of her waist, stopping at her sensitive side breast, again repeating the motion in reverse.

Peg: I try not to be too much of a demanding boss.

Lisa says maybe three words to her, wanting to bypass the small talk and get on with it. For as turned on as she may be by the voluptuous redhead, she wants to go home even more. A little maneuvering and Lisa is kneeling between the woman's legs, a hand slipping down either thigh as she leans down towards Peg's crotch.

Peg: Alright, g-good... Good tuh-talk... H'oh my word.

Spread eagle across her bed, Peg moans and groans, a handful of duvet cover balled up in one fist, a fistful of blonde hair in the other. Between her legs an eager tongue laps at her labia, circling her clitoris, the blonde's index and middle fingers darting in and out of the housewife's sopping-wet vagina. Lisa looks over her employer's shaven mound with an invisible smile, watching as Peg bucks and squirms, her huge breasts heaving and undulating.

Two fingers become three, then a fourth...Peg's eyelids flutter, irises rolling back in her head when she feels a thumb pushing in as well.  The redhead lets go of the wrinkled duvet, now with two fistfuls of blonde hair, her labia stretching around the widest portion of Lisa's hand. The maid can feel the woman's entire body shiver, her labia contracting around her knuckles when...  Peg bucks her hips, her butt coming off the bed as she pulls in a waiving inhale...the blonde's hand slipping into her to the wrist bone.

Lisa can feel Peg's inner musculature tightening and relaxing...and immediately envelopes the woman's bald mound with her mouth, tongue darting at her clitoral hood.

Peg: H'OHHHH FUCK OHH FUCK OHHH FUUUCK!

The blonde doesn't exactly have dainty hands either, the young woman standing a full six inches over Peg's head.  Not quite the hands of a wide receiver, but for someone who's used to taking Goofy's gargantuan girth, it's saying something when some college-age girly can make her scream out in ecstasy.

Peg scarcely notices the pad of Lisa's thumb pressing against her sphincter, what with the fingertip inside her having found her gee-spot and a tongue rolling her bean. It isn't until the thumb pushes in, her inner muscles clamping around the intruder, that Peg goes wide-eyed...her mouth moving, but nothing coming out. Lisa lifts her head slightly, grinning at the dumb-stuck woman, her face glazed in the Peg's come.

Lisa: Yes, you're right about one thing... This is a very hands-on job.

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Original Sketch by Markkleanup

Commissioned and Colors by Phillipthe2