Hormonal Simone, Part 2 [F/f] [interracial]

(For character introductions and context read Part One)

Shopping didn’t happen that weekend, or the next. The memory of being watched in the shower faded, not forgotten, but tucked away. The girls were over for another Saturday and Simone remembered the thought of shopping. Anna instead asked about getting a mani/pedi together and they agreed.

At the nail salon Simone and the girls enjoyed being pampered. Anna had bright pink nail polish applied to her petite fingers and toes, and Simone did her signature yellow. Tanisha opted for clear. “Ah, you’re no fun!” Anna exclaimed, then smirked, “Not like your mom,” and playfully tapped Simone’s wrist. Simone felt a jolt in her loins. What was wrong with her? It was just a playful tap! From a teenage girl!

Back at home the girls were studying for mid-terms downstairs and Simone, intent on not repeating that shower show with Anna, worked on her laptop in her room with the door shut, wearing baggy sweat pants and sweat shirt. No more cracking doors with Anna around. No more walking around in a towel.

She heard commotion and a loud, “Mom!” followed by Tanisha bursting in to her room. “My manager hates me!” Tanisha exclaimed. Simone skipped the fact that her daughter didn’t knock- she never did. Simone calmed her daughter who explained she got called in to work. “It’s a good job and you need that job,” her mom reasoned.

Tanisha agreed with her mom and got dressed and left. She was a responsible kid, and regardless of her complaints, Simone knew she liked her job.

Then, Anna was in the doorway. “Damn that girl,” Simone said to herself.

“Ms. B is it okay if I keep studying downstairs?” She asked, a little bit too innocently.

Simone thought to be sensible, and to be normal. Anna often stayed when Tanisha stepped out. “Sure sweetheart, go right ahead, and, uh, please close the door on the way out as I’m concentrating on work.”

Simone typed away. She was glad to focus on work and catch up without distractions. Working on her bed was so cozy, and she sipped her Starbucks and felt content. She had plans to go on a hike later to enjoy the fall.

She took a quick break heading down to the kitchen and thought to put in a load of laundry. As she entered the laundry room she halted. The laundry was already running. Did Tanisha do that? It was Anna. Why would Anna do my laundry? She checked the washer settings. Yup, delicates, cold, all the settings were correct.

“Hi Ms. B.” Anna spoke from behind her. Simone jumped and turned around. “You scared me!”

Anna looked coy. “You don’t need to be afraid of me, Ms. B. I don’t bite—very hard.” She cracked up at her own joke and stepped into the laundry room, blocking Simone’s exit. “I’m happy to help you Ms. B. I’d do pretty much… anything for you…Just ask…” Anna let the words linger and she bit her bottom lip. Simone stared. She felt the wetness seeping from her pussy. Anna was definitely coming on to her. So why was she frozen in place? What were her hormones doing to her?

Anna took a step closer. “I really love the smell of your laundry soap. It smells so good.” Anna fumbled with something in the pockets of her white shorts. “Oh, and these were in here after I started that load.” She held up a sock and a yellow thong. “I wasn’t sure if they were clean,” she paused, and then lifted the sock to her face and drew in a deep breath, burying her nose in the sock. “I mean, it smells really good, but that could just be how you smell.” Her eyes bored into Simone. Anna was shorter, younger, and a guest in the house, but she exerted a sexual power. She oozed sex with her tiny pale body, blonde hair, and pouty lips that feigned curiosity. “I tried to see if these were clean or dirty,” now holding the thong close to her nose and taking a sniff. “Maybe you could tell me?”

Anna was now standing inches from Simone. Her brain screamed for her get out of there. Instead, she lowered her head as Anna pressed the thong to her face. “How does it smell?” Anna now pressed her little gymnast body against Simone and held the obviously dirty thong against the mature black woman’s face. Simone’s tits rested almost at Anna’s neckline. Her nipples were like bullets pressed against her daughters best friend.

It was so erotic to be smelling her own pussy juice on her panties. Simone played along by saying nothing. “It smells so good, doesn’t it Ms. B?” Simone nodded and kept her face against the damp underwear, inhaling the pungent scent.

Simone was in disbelief. She was letting this girl take control. She felt tiny fingers at her waistband, Anna’s hand pressed under the elastic of her panties and over her bush to gain access to her dripping pussy. When the tip of her fingers touched her swollen lips, Simone thought she might cum in an instant.

Anna had her. She teased Simone with very slow circles and continued to talk such dirty talk. Simone had lost track of the words. Anna’s giggle snapped her back. “Oh, I forgot. Here, smell them more closely. Take a deep whiff Ms. B. Inhale and smell that pussy.” Simone groaned and inhaled.

Something was trying to register in her brain. “You know you both are so pretty, you and Tanisha.” Anna cooed as she increased the speed of her fingers. Simone whimpered. “Don’t you think Tanisha is beautiful?” Anna was staring at Simone, rubbing faster and bringing her to the edge. Simone was locked in place and struggling with arousal and disgust. She yelled in her mind for Anna to stop mentioning her daughter, but part of her was turned on even more.

Anna was relentless. She was intent on breaking this ebony MILF. “I love smelling Tanisha’s panties, it makes my pussy so wet. Doesn’t her pussy smell good Ms. B?” Simone started to protest but Anna pressed the thong over her nose and shoved three fingers deep in Simone’s soaked gash. Her thumb pressed on Simone’s rock hard clit. She started pumping the mature pussy and shouting to the rhythm.

“You know these are Tanisha’s panties! You know it! Tell me Ms. B. Tell me. You love the smell of your daughter’s pussy.” Anna had leverage and pushed her panty covered hand up, forcing Simone’s head back as her hand clamped the thong over her mouth and nose. Her right hand fucked Simone’s willing pussy, the black mom spreading her legs wider and yielding to the penetration. She grunted and moaned a muffled cry in the panties, “Uh uff th smll uf mm duhterz puffy,” she managed to grunt with her mouth and nose held tight under Anna’s grip. “Oh you are a bad mommy, Ms. B. I wonder what Tanisha will think when she learns I made you cum as you sniffed her dirty panties!”

Shockwaves washed over Simone. Her body spasmed against the washer, pinned by Anna’s determined hands. Her juices coated the blonde teen’s hand and wrist. Anna pulled her fingers out and Simone’s legs gave out. She slumped to the floor with Anna standing over her. Anna bent down and lifted Simone’s chin. Anna pressed her lips against hers-eyes open. They shared a reserved but sexual kiss. Simone was putty. “Oh Ms. B, we are going to have so much fun.”

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