“Ahhhhhhhhhhh, Gaaaaaaaaaawwwwwwwwwwwwdddddddddd!” Cynthia Johnson moaned, her thighs squeezing the milk chocolate-skinned teenager’s head and holding it to her clit as her orgasm blasted over her. Cynthia jerked and screamed again when the devilishly exotic woman between her forty-ish-year-old legs stabbed her talented tongue into her vulva. Cynthia climaxed again when the teenager swished her tongue over Cynthia’s clit before biting it firmly and sucking hard.

Cynthia was spent, or so she thought. But then the she-witch between her slightly flabby thighs slid a finger inside her pussy and bent it up and back. Cynthia’s asshole ex-husband had certainly never found her clitoris, let alone G-spot, and Cynthia’s senses were overwhelmed by the new experiences she’d enjoyed today.

‘Many firsts,’ Cynthia’s befuddled mind thought. First sexual kiss from a woman. First time she had been undressed by a woman who was not her mother. The first time that she’d been intimately touched by another woman. Her first clitoral orgasm given by someone else, and now, almost her first-ever G-spot climax.

The wicked finger inside her pussy scraped deliciously across Cynthia’s G-spot, and the teenager’s soft lips descended back onto her clitoris.

“Ohhhhhhh, my fucking, GGGGGGGGGGaaaaaaaaaaaaaawwwwwwwwwwwwdddddddddd!” Cynthia screamed as her body convulsed. She shuddered, squirted pussy fluids, moaned, and passed out.

Manon Pereira stepped off the bed. A small, self-satisfied smile played over her lips as she stared down at the MILF she’d just seduced. Manon is a first-year university student at QUT. She’s studying to be a computer analyst and does babysitting jobs to help pay for her tuition. Manon had offered her babysitting services since she turned fourteen. Now that she was older, she still provided them because it gave her ample opportunity to seduce the MILFs she babysat for.

Manon is an immigrant Australian of mixed descent. Her father, Anastacio Pereira, is the son of Brazilian émigrés living in Moret-sur-Loing, France. He met and married Manon’s mother, a French woman named Amélie Fay, when they both attended Sorbonne University in Paris in the early 2000s. They married three months before graduating and welcomed Manon into their family less than a year later. Three more children followed in quick succession before an opportunity came to join Boeing’s CHUSPO division in Brisbane, Australia. It was an opportunity too good to refuse, and the family moved to Chapel Hill in Brisbane’s west when Manon was nine years old.

Manon hesitated, momentarily admiring her tall, slender, milk chocolate-coloured figure in the closet mirror. Her A-cup breasts, with their pointy, conical-shaped nipples, stood proudly on her chest. Manon’s waist pinched in before flaring deliciously to shapely hips and a tight, round ass. Her legs were long and athletically toned. Manon’s verdant pussy, trimmed only enough to hide behind her preferred bikini briefs, bulged prominently between her shapely upper thighs. Two fingers fitted comfortably along her perineum between Manon’s thigh tops.

Satisfied with how she looked, Manon removed her strap-on from her bag and buckled it into place. Manon’s ‘cock’ was a deliciously thick and curved 7-inch one. Its top had a noticeable ridge designed to slide along G and P-spots, although Manon had never used it to fuck a man. Technically, in fact, Manon was still a virgin, having never had penetrative sex with a male, although she’d been fucked many times by a lady ‘cock’—a strap-on.

Moving back between the MILFs quivering thighs, Manon introduced her ‘cock’ to Cynthia’s pussy by easing it inside the forty-ish woman. Manon waited for Cynthia’s eyes to open and meet hers. Then, Manon ripped her hips forward and speared into the MILFs wet depths. At its full depth, Manon’s cock rapped on Cynthia’s cervix—an exquisite pain some loved but most hated. However, Cynthia adored the delicious, gliding pleasure as Manon’s cock slid along her G-spot, and the sharp sting in her pussy as Manon’s pelvis thundered into her clitoris added a heightened piquancy to feeling entirely stuffed with cock.

“More!” Cynthia demanded as her peak roared towards her, and she made ready to throw herself into bliss again.

Manon pulled back and thrust forcefully inside again. “Harder!” Cynthia pleaded. Manon chuckled evilly as she balanced herself by placing her hands on the older woman’s saggy D-cups, squeezing them viciously and lifting her upper body off the MILF. Then, Manon adjusted her grip so she could pinch Cynthia’s puffy nipples and use them to pull herself into Cynthia’s cunt. Four more ferocious pumps into the squirming, moaning MILF caused the MILF to leap from her peak with another screamed orgasm.

Happy with her performance, Manon felt it was time to be rewarded. So, stepping off the bed long enough to remove her strap-on, Manon then straddled Cynthia’s face and lowered her verdant, crinkly-haired pussy onto the older woman’s mouth. “Lick, bitch,” Manon snarled as she ground her pussy on Cynthia’s face.

Cynthia hesitated but then thought it was only fair to at least try to return the pleasure her young lover had given her. So, guided by Manon pulling her hair, Cynthia tentatively tasted the nineteen-year-old’s pussy. To Cynthia’s surprise, Manon tasted delicious. Manon’s essence was musky and tangy, with a light sweetness behind the initial flavour. Cynthia moaned and eagerly tongued the youngster’s sweet pussy. She was rewarded with returned moans from the gorgeous teenager above her.

Manon squeezed Cynthia’s head between her thighs and rolled over, dragging the MILF with her. Manon grabbed Cynthia’s ears as she lifted and spread her knees wide apart. Then, the teenager forced Cynthia lower until Cynthia’s lips touched her starfish. “Lick, or I’ll rip your ears off,” Manon growled.

Cynthia gulped, but her tongue obediently slipped between her lips and touched the young woman’s chocolate star. She was surprised again that Manon tasted only musky and a little sweet. Closing her eyes so she didn’t have to see what she was doing, Cynthia ran her tongue across Manon’s fluttering asshole. Manon moaned and pulled, guiding Cynthia along her perineum and onto her swiftly flowing vulva. When Cynthia’s questing tongue had briefly bathed her clitoris, Manon pushed, encouraging the MILF to return along the path whence she’d come.

The fourth time along this path, Cynthia daringly slid two fingers into the youngster’s pussy and hooked them back, searching for the same spot inside Manon that Manon had found inside her. A deep groan followed by Manon squeezing her head with her thighs told Cynthia she’d discovered it. Cynthia rubbed her fingertips over that spot again, feeling its roughness and memorising its position. Manon rewarded her devout attention with another guttural moan.

With her fingers in the young woman’s cunt, Cynthia couldn’t continue her returning path from Manon’s rosebud to her clit, so Cynthia did to Manon what always caused her (Cynthia) to climax. She wrapped her lips around Manon’s clit, sucked hard, and lashed it with her tongue.

“Good Mummy!” Manon exalted as her orgasm struck with the power of a cyclone hitting land. Manon’s entire body thrashed as her orgasm blasted through her body, dislodging the older woman from her clit but writhing against the fingers shoved so deliciously into her blazingly hot pussy.

Manon lifted Cynthia up her body until the shorter woman’s plump D-cups rested against her breasts. They kissed lovingly as Manon smiled at the new initiate into woman-on-woman sex. “I hope you’ll ask me to sit for you again soon,” She grinned. “The side benefits are delightful.”

Cynthia rolled off the teenager and then rolled back to snuggle against her side. Cynthia draped her leg across Manon’s toned stomach and wonderingly ran her hand across the younger woman’s breasts, hesitating to tweak her nipples lightly. “I can’t believe we just did that,” Cynthia mused. “I’ve never been interested in lesbian sex before.” She thought momentarily before adding, “I’ve never had so many orgasms at once before. And that tapping thing you did on my G-spot? Wow!”

“Yeah, and to think you objected in the beginning,” Manon grinned.

“All the way up to when your tongue lashed my clitoris,” Cynthia laughed. “After that, I was an enthusiastic proponent of having you keep going!” She sighed and unwillingly added, “I’d better get you home, I suppose. Having you sleep the night in my bed would create too many questions in my kids’ minds.”

“Yeah, I get that,” Manon replied as she released the MILF and rolled out of bed.

Cynthia reluctantly stood to dress. She wonderingly felt her pussy and muttered, “All the fun of being vigorously fucked by a rampant cock and none of the mess. All I’ll need to do is use a facecloth to clean up instead of needing a shower.”

“Or I could go down on you and clean it for you?” Manon teased.

“But then I’ll be even wetter and messier,” Cynthia gigglingly replied. “Get dressed, you mother-lover!”

“Mother-fucker would be more appropriate,” Manon joked back. “You’re a mother, and I fucked you, but good!”

“Yes, you did!” Cynthia smilingly admitted as she put her bra on and began dressing.

Manon watched the deliciously soft MILF hide her curvy body behind unflattering clothes and promised herself she’d take the older woman on a shopping spree for sexier clothes. Cynthia held a prestigious job as the assistant to the CEO of one of Brisbane’s leading construction companies, so Manon knew she wasn’t short of a dollar or even the several hundred dollars it would take to transform Cynthia’s wardrobe.

She decided to ask, “Hey, Cyn. What do you think about going clothes shopping with me? Maybe freshen up your wardrobe a little?”

Cynthia looked at her reflection beside the lithesome teenager. “I haven’t had a man to bother dressing for for so long,” she sighed. “I’m afraid I’ve let myself go a little.”

“Nah,” Manon denied. “I like your womanly curves. Trust me; so do most men. But a new hairstyle, get a facial, mani and pedi, freshen your makeup up and revamp your wardrobe, and you’ll look and feel a million dollars.”

“And you’ll take me and guide me?” Cynthia asked.

“For sure,” the athletic youngster enthused. “Then I’ll take you home and ravage you!”

“Hmm,” Cynthia joked. “After today, I will admit that ‘ravaging’ me sounds good. Very good indeed!”

“Hey, Daddy,” Manon said happily when she entered her kitchen after Cynthia had dropped her home.

“Hey, Princess,” Anastacio replied, hugging his eldest child warmly. “How’d the night go?”

“Two preteens. One a twelve-year-old girl, and the other her nine-year-old brother?” Manon facetiously asked. “What other than perfectly did you imagine?”

Anastacio laughed, “Let me guess. The girl got in a snit because you’re prettier than her. And the boy wanted to stay up all night playing war games on his computer?”

“Pretty much,” Manon admitted. “The big sulk was because I wouldn’t let her FaceTime her boyfriend in her room with the door shut. Cynthia told me specifically not to let her because she got naked with him regularly, and he’s sixteen.”

“That’s a sure recipe for disaster,” her father nodded. ‘What’s a twelve-year-old girl doing with a sixteen-year-old boyfriend?”

“The daughter. Her name is Alice. Alice has her mother’s assets, if you know what I mean.” Manon mimicked having a huge ass and tits. “With the makeup her mother lets her wear, I wonder if the boyfriend even knows he’s chatting with an underaged girl.”

“So, you think Albanese’s right to ban under 16s from Social Media?” Anastacio said straight facedly, knowing what his daughter’s reaction would be.

“This stupid fucking world has got to stop infantilising teenagers,” Manon predictably exploded. “Look at me. I’m nineteen, and even thirty years ago, I’d probably already be married with at least one, if not more, children. Yet today, I’m considered too immature to be allowed out on my own. What a crock of shit!”

“Why don’t you tell me how you really feel, honey?” Anastacio jibed. “I’m not sure I wholly understand what you mean.”

“Asshole,” Manon spat playfully, smacking her father’s arm but knowing even late the previous year before she’d graduated high school that talking to her father like that would have earned his displeasure, if not his wrath.

Manon considered that her parents had done a magnificent job, at least so far, raising their daughter and three sons. Other than the typical teenage rebellion that all young men and women exhibit to some degree, none of Anastacio’s and Amélie’s kids had caused any problems. Manon knew it was because as she and her brothers grew up, their parents allowed them more freedom and gave them more responsibility for themselves. Manon thought she and her brothers were way more mature and responsible than their peers.

It was after midnight, so after a brief conversation, Manon and her father went to bed. She had classes the following morning and would be a little tired for the early ones, but Manon knew she’d perk up as the day went on.

Since it was in the middle of the school term, Manon didn’t have many babysitting jobs during the week. She’d typically have at least one and sometimes two nights over the weekend, but they weren’t enough to cover her tuition costs nor give her any money for entertainment. Manon worked as a night re-stocker at her local Woolworths Supermarket to make up the shortfall. It was a guaranteed four hours a night, four nights a week. And along with some overtime due to Thursday night’s late shopping hours, so she had a reasonable income.

Anastacio and Amélie would have happily paid for Manon’s course, but their daughter was proud of paying her own way. A desire her parents were wholly supportive of.

Evelyn Snow, Manon’s supervisor, was on her list of MILFs she wanted to seduce. The fifty-ish woman was stacked, with an enormous bosom, a wonderfully curved stomach, and a large muscular butt. The gregarious red-haired re-stocking manager was quick to anger but equally quick to calm down and apologise. Evelyn laughed even more readily than she angered. Manon wanted to strip the red-headed beauty and dive between her bountiful breasts. She’d had no opportunity to corner her supervisor one-on-one yet to test the older woman’s willingness to be seduced.

Ten days had passed since Manon had enticed Cynthia, and she was undeniably horny. She was so horny she’d considered the women in her class to see if she felt any attraction to them. Unfortunately, none had the maturity, buxom figure or hidden but raw sexuality she craved in her lovers. She’d worn out two sets of batteries in those ten days.

Evelyn turned into the head of the aisle she’d sent Manon to refill. Typically, Evelyn would send at least two re-stockists to each aisle. But the mixed-race youngster worked so quickly and efficiently that when Evelyn was shorthanded, as she was tonight, she relied on Manon to work independently.

Evelyn watched the exotic-looking Brazilian/French teenager work her way along the aisle, efficiently filling each shelf to the maximum, from top to bottom, before moving her trolley and starting again. Evelyn’s pussy warmed when Manon bent over to stack the middle shelves, and her tight, round ass strained the jean shorts it was encased in.

Evelyn was a dominant, emotionally strong woman’s typically unlucky in love. She either attracted narcissistic assholes who only noticed her absence. They objected when she was and paid her no mind when she wasn’t. Two had tried to beat her for being ‘uppity’. If it wasn’t narcissists, it was mummy’s boys who wanted her to mother them. They were worse, so she married one of the narcissistic ones. Their marriage was strong until Mark’s increasingly controlling behaviour cruelled it. Evelyn left with their two young children the day after he’d first beaten her.

In desperation, Evelyn tried women.

The problem was that she wasn’t attracted to the butch women who were lesbian, nor did she find the lipstick ones to be alluring. Typically, she’d find the former would hit on her, but the latter ignored her because she wasn’t their type either. In Kasey Chambers’ words, ‘She wasn’t pretty enough’ for them. After several disappointing affairs, Evelyn returned to dating men. However, she was currently ‘between relationships’. Batteries were a common shopping list item for her, too.

Manon eventually felt Evelyn’s eyes on her and turned to face her. She smiled and waved at the staunch woman, and her pussy warmed as if in tune with Evelyn’s. Evelyn looked around hurriedly before striding down the aisle. She stopped and examined the exotic youngster before risking all. “Come back to my place for a nightcap after work?” She growled despite knowing how badly this could end for her if Manon filed a harassment complaint with management.

“I’d love to,” Manon breathed as she smiled delightedly. “I’ve been wondering how to get you alone ever since I started here.”

Evelyn hurriedly wrote down her address and handed it to Manon. “Don’t tell anyone,” she growled before marching away.

‘As if I would,’ Manon thought as she hungrily watched Evelyn’s muscular ass stride away. She pulled her phone out to text her parents, saying she’d be late home because she was going out after work.

Manon had come out to her family early. She knew she was gay from a young age and thought it was best to get that out there as soon as possible. Her family were wholly accepting of her sexuality, and they had pretty much never spoken anymore about it.

The rest of her shift passed without comment. Manon completed her assigned aisles almost singlehandedly, with only a little help toward the night’s end. She left with the other workers and got in her car. Manon watched Evelyn get in hers as she entered Evelyn’s address into Google Maps. She knew better than to follow the staunch woman immediately and pretended to speak on her phone until the carpark was empty.

Manon drove to the address, pulled into the driveway and stopped behind Evelyn’s car. She almost leapt from her vehicle and walked eagerly to Evelyn’s door. Evelyn opened it before Manon could knock and swept the teenager into a fierce embrace before kissing her passionately.

“Hmm,” Manon teased when Evelyn finally released her. “You’re going to take me forcibly?”

Evelyn blushed before babbling some kind of reply.

Manon interrupted her, saying, “I wasn’t objecting, so force away!”

“You teasing minx,” Evelyn growled as she tore Manon’s T-shirt off her body, ripped her shorts and panties down and dragged her to her bedroom. “My kids are at my mother’s,” she explained as she shed her clothes. “She’ll take them to school tomorrow, and I’ll pick them up afterwards.”

“So, I can expect to be ‘forced’ all night?” Manon asked innocently, taking off her bra.

“Yes!” Evelyn avowed as she pushed Manon onto her back, lowered her cunt onto the younger woman’s mouth, and sat on Manon’s tits. Looking down at the beautiful woman, Evelyn growled, “Now shut up and lick, bitch!”

Manon chuckled before stabbing her experienced tongue into the large woman’s vulva. Manon’s hands reached up to grab Evelyn’s muscular ass and pull her tightly onto her mouth. Manon stabbed her tongue repeatedly into Evelyn’s dripping gash. Evelyn responded by cupping her massive G-cup breasts and lifting them so she could lick her own nipples.

Manon’s tongue sliding deeply into her cunt felt fantastic, and Evelyn started grinding her pussy against the young woman’s face. Manon automatically switched from delving her tongue into the older woman to licking whatever was against her lips. Evelyn jumped when Manon’s tongue roughly slid across her clitoris. She thought having that licked was a good idea, so she moved her hips until her fuck button was firmly against Manon’s lips. The young woman surprised her by latching her lips around Evelyn’s clitoris, lightly biting it, and sucking hard.

“Oh, fuck!” Evelyn surprisedly exclaimed as her orgasm crashed into her.

Evelyn collapsed off Manon as her orgasm shuddered through her body. Then, showing surprising strength, Manon flipped Evelyn onto her side. Next, Manon lifted the staunch woman’s leg and rammed her cunt against the other woman’s. Scissoring her clit against the other woman’s, Manon drove them towards a mutual climax. It hit when, copying the younger woman, Evelyn reached her hand out and pinched and twisted the other woman’s nipple.

Manon giggled as the women scissored together furiously, another orgasm only seconds away. It exploded over them, but before Evelyn could think. Manon pushed her onto her back and moved into a sixty-nine. “Who’s forcing who?” Evelyn pretended to complain before slashing her tongue over Manon’s pussy.

“Oh, I would never do this of my own accord,” Manon pretended. “I’m only doing it because my big, mean boss threatened to have me sacked if I didn’t!”

Evelyn chuckled into Manon’s pussy before reaching a finger to rim the younger woman’s starfish. Manon responded by shifting her attention to her supervisor’s ass. Simultaneously, she held Evelyn’s powerful ass cheeks apart and rimmed her ring with her tongue. Evelyn moaned and returned the favour. Another climax swiftly ensued.

The lovers explored each other’s bodies, wants and desires until the early morning. After less than an hour’s sleep, Manon did her best to make herself decent by tying her torn T-shirt around her breasts. Giving in, she stole Evelyn’s chambray shirt. It hung loosely around her svelte body despite barely reaching her rounded bum. Staying awake during her classes was problematic, but Manon made it and the journey home before finally collapsing into her bed.

Manon returned to work later that same day. Evelyn greeted her neutrally, as she typically did, and Manon joined the others, re-stocking the shelves. Later, towards the end of the shift, Evelyn caught Manon alone.

“All good?” Evelyn asked.

“Yes,” Manon grinned. “More than just good—a fantasy come true.” She looked around and, seeing they were alone, added, “Invite me again whenever you want.”

“I don’t want a girlfriend,” Evelyn growled, worried she’d created a ‘Fatal Attraction-type’ situation with her young worker.

“Just as well, because nor do I!” Manon shot back. “But a fuck buddy for when I’m horny would be nice!”

“Yes, it would,” Evelyn admitted, chagrined she had misread the young woman.

They resumed their duties and said no more about it.

A few weeks passed without much of note happening, and it was soon time for Manon to suffer through the expected end-of-semester exams. She wouldn’t know for another week, but Manon was confident she’d excelled. Neither Cynthia nor Evelyn had indicated they wanted to play again, but that wasn’t an issue. As much as Evelyn had feared Manon stalking her in an infatuated fever, Manon was concerned that one of her MILFs would do the same thing. She’d have an ongoing relationship with one or more of them if the women desired to, but she didn’t want to be tied to any of them permanently.

One of Manon’s high school teachers had discovered Manon liked older women and opined she had an unrequited mummy complex and secretly lusted over her mother. Manon needed professional help, this teacher insisted. Manon laughed and promptly seduced the older woman. The teacher, who was, at least on the surface, happily married, quickly decided she didn’t care if Manon had a mummy fixation as long as she continued to make her feel that good.

On the Wednesday after her final exam, Cynthia phoned and tentatively asked if Manon was still interested in taking her shopping. Manon agreed to meet the plump forty-ish woman at PapaRich, a Malaysian restaurant in the Indooroopilly shopping centre, for coffee the following week. She called Simon, her hairstylist at Oscar Oscar, who, despite being booked out, agreed to fit Cynthia in.

“Ah mean, if a poof won’t help a dyke out, what’s this world coming to?” Simon lisped outrageously.

Cynthia and Manon enjoyed a light breakfast before Manon guided her MILF friend to the salon. Simon’s apprentice whisked Cynthia away immediately. He washed her hair as Simon finished styling his current client’s hair.

Once he’d escorted the woman from the store, exchanging compliments and air kisses as they went, Simon turned to Cynthia. He examined her critically before saying, “Well, at least you haven’t brought me a complete disaster this time, dahlink!”

“Why do you insist on lisping when you talk to me?” Manon asked frustratedly. “You don’t with anyone else.”

“I do too,” Simon grinned. “Listen, you skinny, titty-less dyke. It’s all an act, okay? Some people expect their male hairdresser to be flamboyantly gay.” Simon gestured towards his apprentice. “Derek here isn’t even homosexual. But when required, he can ponce with the best of us.” Simon grinned, “Besides,” he added. “It’s fun winding you up!”

“Bitch!” Manon spat mirthfully.

“Thank you,” Simon teased back, batting his eyes outlandishly. “It’s always nice when someone notices.” He turned his attention to Cynthia. “Alright, Mumma. You can be one red-hot chicky babe if you’ll just let ol’ Simon work his magic, okay?”

Cynthia nodded, and Simon added, “Let’s return your colour back to its natural dark brown, but I’ll add some red highlights. Then we’ll cut it into some feathered bangs that I’ll shape around your neck to make your face appear a little more elongated. You with me?”

Cynthia nervously nodded again, and Simon set to work. Knowing it would be some time, Manon sat on the couch and accepted the coffee Derek made for her before scrolling through her Social Media feeds. Ninety minutes later, Simon swung the chair around and announced, “C’est fait (It is done)!”

“Gorgeous!” Manon exclaimed.

“I know, dahlink!” Simon lisped. “But what do you think of Cynthia’s new hairdo?”

“She’s gorgeous. You’re still a bitch!”

“Do you have a point, Miss Flat-Chested Dyke?” Simon queried. “Or are you only making observations?”

“Just making observations, dahlink,” Manon grinningly replied in what she imagined was a perfect imitation of the hairdresser’s outrageous lisp.

“Leave the flamboyancy to those who can carry it off, honey,” Simon teased as he rang up the cost and handed Cynthia the receipt.

Manon guided Cynthia to Let’s Indulge next. She’d booked twin facials and neck massages for them. Seventy-five minutes later, the student/MILF pair sat in chairs in ProfessioNAIL, receiving manis and pedicures.

After that, it was time to revamp Cynthia’s makeup to match her new hairstyle. The cosmetician in David Jones was happy to work with Cynthia through the entire process, from skin prep to mascara. When the end result was achieved, the saleswoman had taken Cynthia from a reasonably attractive, middle-aged housewife to a red-hot MILF, ready to grace magazine covers the world over. They bought one of everything the beauty expert recommended.

After a brief stop for coffee, it was time to shop. They wandered into the various fashion stores, selecting outfits for Cynthia. Manon insisted that Cynthia purchase outfits that emphasised her shapely, full figure instead of hiding it as Cynthia typically did. Tops that revealed or clung to Cynthia’s D-cup breasts and cinched to her waist, revealing Cynthia’s hourglass shape. Bras that supported and pushed her breasts up so they were deliciously displayed in the tops’ Vees. Skirts that also cinched to Cynthia’s waist before flaring and clinging to the MILF’s plump, round ass. Trousers that did the same but also clung tightly to Cynthia’s pudenda, emphasising her swelling sex but not degenerating into a cameltoe.

Lingerie was next. Matching bra and panty sets combined with suspenders and stockings. Sheer nylons that would disguise Cynthia’s slight cellulite for the shorter skirts and when suspenders and stocking tops weren’t appropriate. Half-cup push-up bras are a must, Manon insisted. “You’ve got great tits,” she explained. “Put the damn things on display so we can all admire them!”

Finally, they were done. They’d had to borrow a shopping trolley from their local Woolworths to carry their bounty back to Cynthia’s car. They packed it into the SUV, and then Manon followed Cynthia back to Cynthia’s place. Manon was glad they were alone and immediately pounced on the older woman and forced Cynthia onto her back in the middle of the lounge floor.

Lowering her pussy onto the MILF’s mouth, Manon growled, “I deserve to be worshipped for doing this for you, so get to worshipping, bitch!”

Cynthia was again surprised by the youngster’s dominance. But the sudden swell of heat and wetness in her nether regions told Cynthia that she was not averse to being controlled by the teenage lesbian. Remembering her lessons from the first time, Cynthia stabbed her tongue into Manon’s gash before tilting her head back and sucking the young woman’s clitoris into her mouth.

Cynthia hadn’t changed into one of her new outfits, so Manon had no hesitation in ripping the MILF’s blouse open, spraying buttons in all directions. Cynthia’s saggy, greying bra followed. Then, Manon gripped Cynthia’s lust-hardened nipples and squeezed them painfully.