Betty excitement grew while observing as Ms. Karen’s kisses fell down and off of her shoulders. Twisting around, Karen angled her mouth off of Betty’s neck and shoulders and onto her chest just above her boobs.
Staring in helpless amazement in the mirror, Betty watched as Karen’s tongue snaked out, making first glorious contact with one of her erect nipples.
“Oh God,” Betty sighed as Karen’s tongue slipped and slithered all over first one nipple and then the other.
Involuntarily, she closed her eyes now while thrusting her chest out, offering her tits up like a pair of sacrificial lambs to the older woman’s wanton desires.
The quiet bedroom was filled with the sound of loud slurping noise as Karen twisted Betty half way towards her before attacking her tits with a barely controlled lust.
The wicked assault continued until finally Karen tore her mouth off of Betty’s delicious tits. Bringing her mouth up, they engaged in a wild series of long, tongue twisting kisses while Karen’s hands continued to tenderly fondle Betty’s tits.
Once more Karen’s attentions slipped down to her prey’s chest. Betty moaned loudly when the older woman’s mouth began to assail her breasts with dozens of sloppy kisses before she got down to the serious business of sucking on her tits.
As Betty reclined back against her beautiful tormentor, her eyes still tightly shut, she was both sighing and squirming in pent up overwrought anticipation of what this lustful older woman was going to do to her next. Her anticipation was quickly realized as she felt her tits being suckled on so sweetly while Karen’s hand slipped down and then, OH GOD, tried to get inside her panties.
Instinctually, Betty defended herself by quickly grabbing Karen’s hands as she cried out in desperation. “I never let anyone touch me… down there before.”
“Really? Never?” Taking a break from her gentle assault, Karen let Betty steer her hands away as she brought her mouth to her ear. Whispering sweetly she said, “Really, you have never been touched down there before.”
“Well not by someone else. I mean I… I have touched myself down there before.”
“Show me,” Karen whispered as a wholly wicked new idea took hold of her. “Show me how you touch yourself.”
“Really you… you want me to touch myself… down there… in front of you?” Betty shyly replied.
“Not only do I want that I command it. I think your boss gave you specific instructions you were to please me, young lady?”
“He did.” Betty meekly answered.
“Then…”
Taking one of Betty’s hands in her own, Karen boldly guided it downward as she hissed in her ear, “I said show me… please.”
Betty glanced up at the mirror. Ms. Karen had an altogether serious look on her pretty face, indicating she had better be obeyed.
Nervously, Betty slipped a hand inside her panties.
Deciding to add a completely new and wicked twist to the proceedings, Karen whispered in Betty’s ear, “Now start playing with yourself little girl while Mommy watches.”
The sheer naughtiness of Karen’s wild suggestion of such a wicked new role playing game sent Betty’s heart to trip hammering inside of her chest. Wanting to please her “Mommy” she started to slowly finger herself as Karen leaned over her shoulder staring down and in between her legs.
“That’s it baby, shove your fingers in and out of that tight little cunt of yours. Mommy wants to see her little girl give herself an orgasm.”
“Hmm… OK,” Betty replied while really wondering if she could make herself come in the presence of another.
Closing her eyes, she began to tenderly stroke her clit, just the way she liked, as she felt Karen’s hands slide up and under her tits.
Once again, Betty found her highly sensitive nipples being played with as she began to finger her clit with a greater purpose. And then came the coup de grace as Karen brought her mouth down to start showering a new series of passionate kisses on her weak point.
“Oh God,” Betty moaned loudly as she began to urgently finger fuck herself.
“That’s it baby, Mommy wants to see you come so hard,” Karen told her in between kisses.
Betty’s was gasping now as her orgasm, egged on by having her nipples so sweetly played with and by Karen’s wicked kisses all along her neck, came rushing home and when it swept over her it was, without a doubt, the most powerful orgasm of her young life.
“I… I AM COMING, MOMMY,” she shrieked as nearly her whole body began to shake.
Leaning back with a wicked smile, Karen, thoroughly enjoying her role of being the wicked “Mommy”, watched happily as what she was sure must have been a rather intense orgasm wash over her pretty young daughter.
Erica held Wendy tightly against her as she slowly floated back to earth.
“Are… are we still… role playing?” Wendy asked after a few quiet moments.
“I don’t know baby. Do you still want to?”
“Yes, but this is going to sound real naughty Aunt Erica and I don’t know if I should tell you.”
Reaching around, Erica gently used one hand to twist Wendy’s face around so they were looking at each other directly before whispering, “If you haven’t noticed Wendy, your Aunt Erica is very comfortable with being naughty… so tell me.”
“OK it’s just… I mean I was thoroughly enjoying it when I was like the naïve bar back girl thrust into the role of being the powerful Ms. Karen’s private little… you know… plaything but… but when you switched things up where you pretended to be my Mommy… that… that was like wow. I mean I… I liked it even better I think.”
“You only think hon?”
“No, I know… for sure.”
“Honestly, I liked it better too, sweetheart. Secretly I have always been jealous of your mom for being blessed with such a loving and pretty daughter.”
“Really?”
“Yes, really honey and if you want I will prove it to you.”
“I wish you would.”
“OK, well, I am hoping with your blessing we might continue to play some more… me and you. I mean it’s hardly fair that you got to come and I didn’t.”
“Yeah, that is unfair.”
“So maybe we could continue our role playing but this time, right from the start I will be your loving mommy and you will be my sweet innocent little daughter.”
“That sounds like something I would really like Aunt Erica,” Wendy quietly replied.
Standing up, Erica stretched. “OK, well, give me a few minutes as I’m going to run to my bedroom to change into something more appropriate for our new game.”
“Sure, but what should I wear?”
“Hmm, give me a few minutes and I will text you from my bedroom. First, I gotta put my wicked imagination into gear to invent some kind of naughty scenario for our new game.”
“So I’ll just wait for your text then?”
“Yes. I will text you the details and then you’ll be able to pick out just what to wear to fit whatever scenario I have come up with.”
Their wicked plans made, Erica excitedly hurried off to her bedroom, her mind whirling of just what kind of sinful scenario to create for them.
Back inside the guest bedroom Erica, after quickly considering and rejecting several scenarios for their latest role playing game, finally hit on what she hoped was a winner. She banged out a text to her niece asking if she was still in a mood to play.
The reply made her smile as it was two simple emojis: a thumbs up and a smiley face.
Erica texted her back telling her she would be there shortly and just to put back on, for the time being, her boring old nightshirt.
While shopping earlier Erica had come across some sexy lingerie she just had to have and bought it. Deciding this would be the perfect thing to wear for their latest adventure she hurriedly put it on before adding a white satin robe over it.
Back inside Wendy’s bedroom the two of them settled down on the bed next to each other.
“Ready to hear about the game I have so cleverly invented us to play, Wendy?” Erica anxiously asked.
“Yes, tell me.”
“OK so it’s really quite simple. The game is called, If I Was Your Mommy.”
“Hmm, cool name.”
“Glad you like it. I just made it up on the fly. Anyways the game is played in rounds and every round starts with me making the statement… If I was your mommy I would… Then I will make another statement suggesting what I would do, if like, I really was your mommy. And then if you wanna see proof of my statement you respond by either saying show me, or I’ll show you. Unless, of course, whatever statement I suggested does not appeal to you and then you would respond negatively. So what do you think, hon?”
“Sounds interesting. Let’s play.”
“OK, I’ll make the first round real simple so we both can get the hang of things.”
“Sure. I’m ready.”
After thinking a moment, Erica started the game out by saying, “If I was your mommy I would invite my daughter to share a full glass of wine with me.”
“Hmm, show me.”
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