Part Two:
Carol Sinks Lower
The next few weeks were a whirlwind. Work, kids, husband, life in general, moved on. She hadn’t connected again with Michelle. She was embarrassed that she had masturbated thinking of her friend with Nancy, and yes, her friend with her. She came hard with one fantasy of Nancy forcing them to perform lesbian acts on each other. Damn it her mind was so twisted. Nancy had changed her.
Nancy continued cleaning the Reynolds house, with occasional massages for Carol, or Carol Kitten as she called her pet. These were a thrill. Nancy had to admit to herself, Carol was more of a tiger. The repressed white mom of teens devoured Nancy, sexually pleasing her in a way few of her clients did. They often finished with giggles and loving kisses. This wasn’t typical of her pets. She cautioned herself to be careful, she didn’t want to truly fall for this woman. She needed to keep the balance of power.
For Carol a whole new world opened up for her. Her confidence soared. She felt truly beautiful for the first time in her life. With someone as beautiful as “Miss Nancy” pleasuring her and making her submit as her pet, she found her own power as a desirable woman. She loved making her owner climax and was willing to do whatever she asked. Last time Nancy had closed Carol’s laptop without warning and then forced her on the ground, riding her face to climax still wearing her panties. It was so hot. Carol hadn’t washed her face the rest of the day, loving being marked by the sexy cleaning lady.
When Carol was out with her friends, and they complained of menopause or stalled orgasms, she smirked to herself. Only a few, like her and Michelle, giggled under their breath at the complaints about bland sex.
Her sex life with Craig was fantastic and he marveled at how his wife had found a new level of sexual energy. They both chalked it up to the changes in her body as she neared 50 years old. She found a new desire to please him orally, and sucked him off regularly, even pushing him into a guest bathroom during a dinner party and kneeling in her nylons to swallow his cum. She felt guilty being with Nancy, but in some ways her brain rationalized it. Nancy was a woman, so it wasn’t like she was cheating with another guy, and besides, the new sexual energy helped her and Craig. She pushed the guilt away.
Her teenagers were still annoying, but the school year was going fine, her daughter was in her senior year. She had just turned 18 and was excited to vote. She played volleyball and was actually holding down a responsible job while keeping up on grades. Her son was also active, participating in drama club. He studied at the community college, and he worked at a local community center with kids. She was proud of both them.
That’s why that weekday afternoon came as such a shock. Her daughter Val came home after school, crashing her backpack on the kitchen table and yelling “Mommm,” down to Carol who was working in the home office. Val’s tone was always annoying, “I’ve got to go to work and there’s someone here from you.”
Carol came out of her office dressed in her sweat pants and T-shirt and was embarrassed to find another teen standing there.
“Mom, you remember Maria, we went to elementary school together. She says our cleaning lady is her aunt and she needed to talk to you about scheduling or something. I’ve got to go to work, I’m late. Bye Maria. Love you, Mom, bye!” Val didn’t wait. She slammed the door and got in her car.
Carol was stunned. Why would Nancy have this teen girl visit her? She was instantly nervous. Maria was dressed in her Catholic school girl outfit. White socks, saddle shoes, blue vest, and, Carol cursed to herself, what was it with ponytails and hoop earrings? She had a tiny navy blue backpack, accentuating her youth. How could she be as old as Val? 18? She seemed much younger. She was actually thin, but still shapely. A Mexican cutie for sure.
Maria asked quickly, acting impatient, “Can I use the bathroom Mrs. Reynolds?” Carol answered numbly, “Do you remember where sweetie? You haven’t been here in awhile. Straight down the hall.” Carol went to the window to make sure Val had left. Whatever Maria was doing here she didn’t have a good feeling about it.
Carol turned and looked down the hall. She was surprised to see the bathroom door open. As she approach she heard Maria call, “Can you help me, Carol Kitten?
Carol froze. Her stomach lurched. Her mind flashed. Craig would be home soon, and what did this girl want? How did she know her pet name? “Carol Kitten, Miss Nancy said you could help me,” the girl repeated innocently. Shit. This wasn’t innocent that’s for sure.
Carol took the next few steps with her stomach tightened. When she turned into the bathroom she let out a gasp.
Maria was sitting on the toilet her Catholic school girl skirt hitched up lewdly above her belly button. She had a pouty look, damn those Latina lips. Her cotton panties exposed between her spread legs. Her knees were lifted high, the girl was flexible for damn sure. Her school shoes rested on the edge of the toilet seat. A few wisps of tender pubic hair reached out from the panties. The swell of her mound was clearly visible, as was a growing wet spot in the middle. Carol whimpered. Fuck, this girl was hot. Nancy had sent her a honey pot.
With that pouty face she said her line like a script, “Miss Nancy said you could help me. I don’t feel pretty. Do you think I’m pretty, Carol Kitten?” Again the pout. Maria stared at her. Carol could feel the wetness. Her pussy betrayed her.
As if on auto pilot, Carol grunted a whisper, “Yes.” Her voice was hoarse. Her throat caught. Her pussy dripped as she spoke.
Carol gathered her thoughts. Too young, screamed a voice in her. Get her out of here. She began to speak, “Maria you are so young…” Maria interrupted her.
“Did you know I want to go college next year, Carol Kitten? Miss Nancy said women like you might be able to help me. Will you help me?”
Again, hypnotically, she let out a hoarse, “Yes.” Each yes continued her downward spiral. Each yes to the young Maria drowned out the voice of reason. Get her out. Craig is coming home. Ryan may be downstairs.
Maria kept to her script, “Miss Nancy wants you to strip for me.”
She was stepping out of her sweats and panties then lifting her T-shirt over head before she could blink. She unclasped her bra and let it fall. Nude. Fully nude and soaking wet in front of this high school senior.
Maria ogled the shapely red head, amazed at her pale form. “Wow, Mrs. Reynolds, you are so pretty. I can see why Miss Nancy likes playing with you. Oh I’m supposed to call you Kitten, sorry Mrs. Reynolds. Um, let’s see, oh, yes,” she cleared her throat. “My aunt Nancy wanted to help get me to college. She says I can make lots of money with my school uniform and my pussy. I’m worried that rich white women won’t like the way my pussy smells. Please smell me.” She pulled her knees apart even further, lifting one foot in the air.
Carol moaned audibly. Fuck this was bad. This school girl, so spread, so innocent. Carol was panting. “Smell me Carol Kitten.” It was like a spell.
Carol found herself kneeling on the cold bathroom tile, nude, in front of this spread Latina pussy. She couldn’t help but pant and huff with lust. She pushed her face into the youthful crotch, feeling the heat and musk engulf her face. She almost started licking. “Uh huh, just smell. Be a good Kitten.” Maria giggled as she scolded. Carol paused and inhaled the girls scent. Sweat, salt, musky pussy. So innocent. Carol wanted to taste the skin of her thighs. Fuck. She must drive the boys crazy, hell, the teachers crazy.
Maria laughed, “Holy shit it works. I didn’t think you would like me. Do you like my pussy Mrs. Reynolds? Really I mean? Oh yes….I’m supposed to call you Carol kitten but you are still Val’s mom to me, sorry.” Another giggle. The break in character was so fucking cute, so erotic. It highlighted the perverted act.
Maria continued to chat nervously as Carol smelled the moistening lips in front of her nose. “Oh wow, I didn’t think this would work. I’m so turned on. I’ve always looked up to you. Both you and Val are so pretty.”
Carol studied the young pussy and felt so hungry. Her brain flipped a thought past her lust. Did Maria have a thing for her and Val? Was she really Nancy’s niece? After the last few weeks nothing would surprise her.
“Miss Nancy said I have to do a couple of more things.” Carol watched urine starting to darken the panty-covered mound, then drip and stream into the toilet. A wave of warmth and tangy smell hit her face. Carol breathed “Oh fuck,” in a moan as the panties became translucent with the hot piss dribbling into the toilet. Carol could see the young cunt, each lip, more hair, so tender.
Maria was relentless. “I will give you my panties if you like, but you must earn them.”
The smell of hot urine wafted into Carole‘s nostrils. Her pussy juice was dripping down her leg.
“Make me cum Mrs. Reynolds. That’s the first thing you have to do.” Maria said it like she was selling cookies.
Carole dove into the pussy and slurped hungrily. It was so perverted. This girl was a friend of her daughter from elementary school. Her smell was so different, so virginal, so forbidden.
“Oh wow, uhhh, mmm, wow, uh, oh fuck, Mrs. Reynolds you’re so good. Ooo, ah, wow, shit that’s good. Miss Nancy says I can, oh fuck, uh, give you my panties if you, um, make me cum, ooh, mm, on one condition.”
Carole kept moaning “Yes, yes anything” as she lapped eagerly at the young pussy. She savored the taste. It was delicious. Maria added, “Did you know, oh, uh, mmm, I’m a virgin Mrs. Reynolds? No one‘s ever touched my little pussy, mmmm, wow. Nancy says all the women like you, shit I can’t talk. Oh fuck, yes, mm, like that. All of you will love my pussy and I’ll be funded for college in no time. Oh Mrs. Reynolds this is so good.”
Carole groaned. Damn. Shit. This is so bad. She loved hearing Maria unable to string together a sentence. She was pleasuring this teen and she felt so accomplished. She sucked the teen clit and moved her fingers to massage the tight anus. She moaned thinking of her friends tasting this young girl, then flashed a picture of Michelle tasting Maria. She almost climaxed from the thought.
“You’re supposed to, fuck, oh yes, rub your pussy while you lick me. Will you rub your pussy Mrs. Reynolds?” The dirty talk was truly debauched.
Carol was indeed close. She fingered herself, having grown into quite an expert at rubbing her own pussy. She wanted to finish this girl before her husband got home, but she also was so turned on, kneeling, naked and serving her. She knew her climax would come soon.
Maria kept going, “The last thing , oh you are so good, so good, I have to do Mrs. Reynolds, oh fuck. Mm, oh, I have to call you mommy. Oh, uh, mommy. So hot. And you have to call me, uh, Val. Miss Nancy said call me Val. Oh shit I’m close. Mommy, eat my pussy. Oh, shit, eat Val’s pussy.” Carol grunted and moaned deeply at the dirty perversion. She muffled “Oh fuck oh fuck, yes, oh, Val, uhhnn,” She fingered herself and inhaled the sweet nectar. That dirty talk sent her over the edge and she started to come as she ate Maria‘s pussy. Her head bounced against the teen cunt as she came.
Maria was more turned on and let loose with more dirty talk. “Mommy I love your lips on my pussy. Make your little girl cum, oooh, make your little girl cum, ohhhffffmmmm.” A flood of juice filled Carole‘s mouth as Maria, pussy and anus clenched and clenched again. Maria gripped the redhead and held her as she convulsed. It was the most perverted orgasm of Carol’s life. Maria convulsed a few more spasms, holding the white mothers head against her messy lips. Carol loved having her face pressed into the young bush and puffy lips.
Maria chatted away, gleeful at her orgasm, high on oxytocin. She felt a bond to this maternal figure. “Oh wow, Mrs. Reynolds that was amazing. Did you really like thinking I was Val? That is twisted but so sexy. I’d love to have a sexy mommy like you. Just imagine what we could do.”Carol was a mess. This girl had controlled her so easily. The talk was humiliating. What taboo had she uncorked?
Maria abruptly stood up and grabbed a towel. She stepped out of her urine soaked panties and wiped her crotch clean.
She helped Carol to her feet. She put the towel on Carol’s face and cleaned the cum and urine off the mature mom’s face.
“Miss Nancy wants me to call you Carole Kitten so you’ll be my pet, but you’ll always be Mrs. Reynolds to me, is that OK?” And she giggled. Carole again whimpered. Shit, that giggle was beyond cute. She wanted to make Maria giggle again.
What was wrong with her. Her mind instantly flashed to a hotel scene: afternoon light coming through the high-rise windows as she and Maria laid nude in a big white bed, their brown and pale bodies intertwined. Shit I’m such a pervert, she thought as her brain calculated how to get a hotel room for her and the girl.
Maria snapped her out of her trance. “Miss Nancy says she’ll be by this month and that you are supposed to be wearing your daughter’s dirty panties. She wants you to find the dirtiest pair to wear and be ready to sniff another very dirty pair for her. That’s two pairs. Don’t forget!” Maria giggled again and then stepped up on her tiptoes and gave a kiss on Carol’s lips. She kept up her rapid fire chatter. She glowed like a bride on her honeymoon, “You were my first, Mrs. Reynolds. That was the first time anyone has ever given me an orgasm. I’m so happy that you will help me with college. Would like to kiss me before we go? You earned my panties for sure.” The nervous high school chatter fired Carol. She was taller and she found herself pushing the young girl against the wall and French kissing her roughly. The young girl muffled into her mouth. Carol was pleased to see Maria drop her arms submissively to her sides and let Carol slurp her mouth.
Carol broke the kiss, then took her thumb and wiped the saliva from Maria’s bottom lip. Those lips. Fuck I’m such a lesbian now.
Maria was in a trance, her hands down at her sides, her face turned up towards her friends mom. “Wow,” she breathed. It was a barely audible whisper. “Let’s do that again Mrs. Reynolds.” Her smile melted Carol’s heart. First Nancy, now Maria. What next?
Maria came to her senses, looked around, standing straight, smoothing her skirt, and picking up her tiny backpack. After that she giggled, handed the soaked panties to the nude mom, flashed that smile and walked out, leaving Carol standing like a statue with the image of her daughter’s dirty panties in her mind.
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