My Mothers New Husband, Mr Honeywell (part 4)

My Mother had lied to me, how did I find out,I watched her amuse her new husband like the bitch she was.

Mother and I headed back towards the cricket match which was all but over, we sat on the grass for 15 minutes, then Mother decided she would like to go to the evening service at the village church over the other side of the green ,so together we strolled over towards the church.
Mother wanted me to go in with her,but I told her that if God was going to send a thunderbolt to punish us we would be an easier target for him if we were sitting together, so after kissing her goodbye, and asking her to say a prayer for me, I headed back towards the house.
The players at the cricket hut were having fun, I could see Young George pouring the beers from a big barrel ,I wanted to walk over and say hello but I just waved instead and he waved back. I wandered around the back of the house to look into the parlour where Mother said Mr.Honeywell made her perform naughty acts of an evening.
I was standing looking in the French Doors which were open to allow the breeze into the house, when I realized there was no curtains on any of the windows or the French Doors, I turned and look up the garden and realized there was no need for curtains, the garden was huge, there was a high brick wall and then nothing but fields,no one could look in, but I sure was going to, if Mother wouldn’t tell me what she did in there I would see for myself.
There were large rhododendron bushes near the French doors, perfect in late summer to hide behind with large flowers and prolific amounts of leaves, and they were twice my size ,so when dinner was over I retired to my bedroom, waited until I heard Young Georges bedroom door close for the night, and I was down the back stairs and out the back door and although it was getting dark I soon found myself kneeling on the grass just a few feet from the still wide open French windows where Mr Honeywell and my Mother were sitting .
I could hear everything they said ,and I was very surprised to hear my Mother laughing when Mr Honeywell was telling my Mother how he bowled old Don the butcher out that afternoon at the cricket match.
I don’t know why I was surprised, to be honest, I had always assumed obviously quite wrongly that my Mother regretted marrying Mr Honeywell, he worked 6 days a week, and on a Sunday spent all morning in the garden, and all afternoon playing cricket, I assumed the only time they spent together was in his bedroom some nights when she go fucked, or if she had not gone to his bedroom the night before then in the morning when he came in,pushed Mothers feet over her shoulders and fucked her real hard and quick before he went to work.
I had never really ever said much to Mr. Honeywell in the months we had been living in his house, I felt very much out of place to tell you the truth. he would ask me what I had done during the day, and he would talk about events going on in the city and our village He was nice enough I guess, but we had little in common,so we said very little to each other, and then when dinner was over each night I would retire to my room,sew or read . Alcohol was being consumed in the parlor by Mr Honeywell and his son, Young George ,and obviously my Mother as well , so it was not considered a place for a young lady like me to be ,so I was never invited.
But now I was there, well close enough. I was laying on my tummy, watching Mr Honeywell pour my Mother a glass of red wine, and by the way she was laughing I assumed that was the second one ,not the first.
For a while nothing much happened, Mother sat in the chair , Mr Honeywell walked around the room,drinking his wine and pouring another for himself,chit chatting away, about stupid cricket and some work related things and about should Young George go away to college in Oxford ,or stay close to home and get a “proper education”, from a college in London where he could then come home each weekend.
All in all I was somewhat disappointed in what was happening, or rather what was not happening and I had decided that in the morning I was going to confront my Mother about the lie she told me about how Mr Honeywell made her “do things” every night in the Parlor.
It had got dark while I had laid there ,but it was a beautiful evening and I found myself starting to feel sleepy when I heard my Mother do a shriek followed by a little laugh, and Mr Honeywell was pulling her up out of her chair by her hands. He was standing behind her undoing the buttons on the back of her dress and as he pulled the dress from her shoulders she held her arms straight so the sleeves slid down her arms and the dress dropped to the floor showing me and Mr Honeywell that she was just how he wanted her to be, completely naked.
His mouth went to my Mother’s left breast and she giggled as his other hand began to slide up the inside of her leg and she jumped as his finger went into her cunt. He kissed her on the mouth walked over to the draw in the Parlor sideboard and pulled out a leather dog lead and leather dog collar. Mother squealed, ” no no George” she said, “no don’t make me a puppy dog tonight please”, but he just laughed and said ,”on your hands and knees bitch ,and you be a good girl or else” he said and my Mother obediently got on her hands and knees.
He was ruffling her hair,saying good dog, good dog , and he put the collar around her neck, attached the lead and started walking my Mother round and round the room on her hands and knees .
After a while he put his hand in his pocket, and he was holding it in the air and she sat back on her heels and put her hands up like paws, and he fed her something from his hand, she was getting a sweet or some chocolate or something just like a dog getting a treat.
He went back to the sideboard and took out a little ball and threw it towards the French Doors and my Mother on her hands and knees shuffled after it with Mr.Honeywell saying ” get the ball , get the ball ,good dog, bring me the ball “,and my Mother picked it up in her mouth and took it back to him, just like a dog would.
Several times he did that then my Mother got slow at bringing it back and Mr Honeywell got up took the newspaper off of the table ,rolled it up and made my Mother kneel on the floor put her tummy and head on the chair and Mr Honeywell spanked her bottom nine or ten times with the rolled up newspaper until my Mother knelt up straight putting her hands on her bottom and she was begging Mr Honeywell to stop.
Mr. Honeywell ” took hold of my Mothers collar and gently pulled her on her knees over to the coffee table and she climbed up on it, took her puppy position on her hands and knees and I watched as Mr Honeywell undid his pants pulled out his cock and started feeding my Mothers mouth with his boner, something all good puppys need.
God at that moment I hated my Mother, she told me she didn’t enjoy their parlour games and there she was sucking his cock like some whore , and obviously enjoying every second of it, when suddenly he pulled his cock out of her mouth went round behind her, put his hands on her hips and slid her backwards before driving his cock into my Mothers cunt and telling her to ” bark like a fucking bitch in heat,” and my Mother made barking noises as he emptied his seed into her cunt.
Mr. Honeywell pulled his cock out of my Mothers cunt, walked around and put it in her mouth, and said ” lick it clean puppy.”,”” Mother’s head went up and down for a minute or two, then he said “it’s almost bedtime,I guess you need a run before bedtime.?”
I heard my Mother groan she got off the table and she was crawling across the floor heading for the open French Window with Mr.Honeywell following her. She stopped when he got to the door, but my Mother was now crawling out on to the grass 5 feet from where I was hiding.
I swear I thought they would be able to hear my heart beating ,my Mother moved into a pool of light from the lamp Mr.Honeywell had just turned on, she turned away from me and started to pee on the grass while Mr Honeywell stood laughing and saying “good dog, good puppy, go pee”
My Mother turned to go in the door and she looked straight at me , she stopped and went aagghhh when she saw me. She didn’t move just knelt there and in the light of the lamp I could see her turn pale.
“Whats the matter “said Mr Honeywell, she tried to speak and he took a step towards us, she scuttled towards him, said something about kneeling on something sharp and crawled into the Parlor like the bitch she had shown me she had become.

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