Date: Tue, 10 Apr 2007 12:52:23 -0400
From: kathyannekan@aol.com
Subject: Seducing the Seducer

The following story contains sexual scenes between an older woman and a
young girl.  If this offends you, please don't read it.  This is purely a
work of fiction.  All characters and situations are fictional.  All rights
reserved.  If you like it or have any pointers for me, feel free to email
me at kathyannekan@aol.com.  Enjoy!

Seducing the Seducer
By Kathy Anne Niemann

	Jessica and I were in the kitchen, sipping diet soda, waiting for
our popcorn to finish popping.  Out in the living room, we could still see
the that our show was at commercial.  VH-1 was playing a marathon of the
Top 100 Eighties songs, and even though neither of us were even born in the
eighties, we both loved the silliness and artificiality of the music.
	The microwave beeped and Jessica went over to remove the hot bag.
She gingerly opened it, pulling at opposite corners of the opening and
dumping the steaming mass into a bowl.
	"Hey, Sarah," she said to me as she was pouring.  "Don't be
surprised if my mom tries to have sex with you tonight."
	This raised my eyebrows.  I had no idea Jessica's mom was gay.
Maybe not, though, maybe she was just as experimental as I was.  In my
fifteen years, I'd messed around with a number of guys and a handful of
girls, including Jessica here.  Mostly fumbling around in the backs of
movie theaters, parked cars, public restrooms.  Once, in one of the
bathrooms at school, I sucked off Robbie Anderson until he came on my face.
When I was twelve, Meredith Kingler and I discovered masturbation together
and spent an entire sleepover with our hands in each others' pajama
bottoms.  Just this week I had my first dick inside me.  LaMont Rivers,
running back on our school's dismally awful football team.  He said it
wasn't his first time, although he sure acted like it.
	People call me a slut, but I don't care.  I like sex, and I don't
care what they think of me because of it.
	"What?" I asked Jess.  Not because I didn't hear it, but because I
wanted a little more information.
	"She told me before you came over tonight," Jessica said, through a
mouthful of popcorn.  "She asked my permission."
	"What did you tell her?"
	"I said I don't care," she explained, washing down the popcorn with
some soda.
	Jessica's mom never spent too much time around us whenever I slept
over.  She always disappeared into her room upstairs.  She'd divorced
Jessica's dad a couple of years ago after he was caught boinking his
secretary on her desk at work.  She was pretty, and she kept herself in
good shape for a forty year old.  She was tall, with long blonde hair, and
nice long legs.  I'd never thought about sex with an older woman, but
decided right there that it wasn't such a bad idea.  In fact, the more I
thought about running my hands up her long legs, the more appealing the
thought became.
	She was upstairs now.  The door to her room was closed, as always.
Other than that, we were alone in the house.
	"Just letting you know," Jessica said.  Jessica hadn't inherited
many of her mother's traits.  She was hot, sure, but not very tall.  There
were a couple of rolls of fat around her midsection despite all the time
she spent in front of her Pilates videos.  I wouldn't call her fat, but I
wouldn't exactly call her a knockout.  Her mom, though.  At our age, I bet
she was a knockout.
	"Why does she want to have sex with me?" I asked her.
	Jessica shrugged.  "I guess because you're so hot," she answered.
	We took the popcorn and our sodas to the living room, and snuggled
up together on the couch.
	"Would that upset you?" I asked her.  "If I had sex with your mom?"
	She made a face and said, "I don't give a fuck what you do."
	The show came back from commercial, and Jessica said, "Don't expect
her to be too subtle about it, either."

	Somewhere between Kajagoogoo and Duran Duran, Jessica and I started
kissing.  A little bit after that, we were grinding ourselves against each
others' legs.  Eventually, her hand was down my panties, exploring the
folds in my most favorite area, and I had a pair of fingers pumping in and
out of her.  We breathed in time with each other, and every now and then a
groan or a whimper would escape from one of us.
	My hand was on Jessica, but my mind was on her mom.  The
anticipation was getting hard to take.  How would it happen?  When?  Would
she want to involve Jessica?  Cuz that would be kinda hot.
	We came together, and spent the following several minutes in each
others arms, kissing, and smelling our fingers.  We talked and giggled and
made fun of Belinda Carlsile's hair.  After a while, Jessica's heavy
rhythmic breathing told me she'd fallen asleep.  I was too excited to
sleep, though, anticipating what was going to happen with her mom.
Usually, after sex I get tired and fall asleep just like Jessica, but
tonight my mind was so focused on being seduced by her mom, having sex with
Jessica felt like an appetizer.  I wanted the main course.  I knew I wanted
something to happen tonight, and I decided that if Jessica's mom wasn't
going to be subtle about it, I might as well not be too subtle, either.
Not that I was going to make it easy on her, though...
	I wished I'd worn something a little more exciting.  My tank top
was fine because it perfectly accented my nipples when they were erect
(like now).  My pajama bottoms were kinda plain, and the panties I had on
underneath them were just as plain.  I hadn't brought anything more
alluring, though, thinking I was only going to be spending my evening on
the couch with Jessica's hand in my crotch.  The idea struck me suddenly,
and the brilliance of it moved me to action.
	I untangled myself from Jessica, who rolled over and went right
back to sleep.  She was a heavy sleeper, and I figured that was okay
tonight.
	I crept upstairs, and as quietly as I was able, I opened the door
to Jessica's room, clicking it shut behind me as I entered.  Once inside, I
turned on the light and moved to her dresser.  I rifled through the drawers
until I found her underwear drawer.
	I remembered Jessica telling me that she and her mom went lingerie
shopping fairly often.  I remembered her describing this black satin bra
and panty set her mom had bought for her for this wedding they were going
to.
	Nothing in this drawer seemed to match that description, though.
These were just plain bras and panties, like Jessica wore to school, not to
a wedding.  This was underwear, and I was looking for lingerie.  I closed
the drawer and kept looking.  Rifling through her closet, I eventually
found what I wanted.  Tucked away in the back, under her nice dresses and
skirts, like she was embarrassed of it, was a pink box that said
"Frederick's of Hollywood" on the side.  I extracted it and opened it up.
	A confusion of lace and satin appeared before me, a rainbow of
sexy, gorgeous outfits.  I dumped them out on the bed and shucked off my
clothes.
	Thongs and boy shorts and g-strings.  Strapless bras, bustiers,
garter belts.  See through half-camis, lace teddies.  I held a couple up to
my naked body and gauged their effect.  Jessica was a few pounds heavier
than me, and not as tall, but everything seemed like it would fit fine.  I
decided on a white lace bustier with attached garters.  I found some
matching panties, but decided to leave them off.  It looked hotter if my
ass and pussy were naked.  I slipped on a pair of matching stockings and
clipped them to the garters.
	I checked myself in the mirror, the fit was okay but not perfect.
The effect was stunning.  I wanted to jump through the mirror and fuck
myself.
	I piled Jessica's lingerie back in the box and placed it back in
the closet.  Before leaving the room, I stopped by her dresser to work a
little bit on my hair, put on a layer of lipstick and daub on some of her
perfume.  I shut off her light and quietly opened her door.  Her mom's door
was still closed.
	I snuck downstairs, and fell into the chair by the side of the
couch.  Jessica was still asleep, and the TV was still on.  I covered
myself with a blanket and closed my eyes, waiting.

	The sound of the TV clicking off woke me up.  There was Jessica's
mom in profile, bent over the coffee table, quietly setting the remote
down.  I stretched and breathed in, and she looked over at me, smiling.
	"I didn't want to wake you," she said.  Her hair was immaculate,
piled on her head and falling around her shoulders like she'd just come
back from the salon.  She turned to face me, to show me what she was
wearing.  She had a sheer, sky blue, thigh length robe on.  She stood in
front of me, a hand on her hip, holding one half of the robe open.  Beneath
the robe, she had on an intricately decorated bra that matched the robe.
The cups of the bra were sheer and I could make out the outlines of her
dark nipples underneath.  She also had a garter belt on which matched the
whole ensemble, complete with matching stockings decorating her long legs.
Underneath her garter belt, she had a leather contraption around her waist.
Protruding from this was an opaque purple dildo.
	All this while her daughter slept on the couch not five feet away.
	It was important to my plan to look as non plussed as possible, so
I took it all in stride, even though inside I was burning up.  This was the
sexiest thing I'd ever seen, even without the strap-on.  "It's okay,
Mrs. Benoit," I said.  "I wasn't really asleep."
	"Call me Alice," she said.
	"I prefer Mrs. Benoit," I told her.
	She smiled wolfishly at that.  "Hey, since you're up, can I make
you something?"
	"Like what?"
	"I don't know," she said, running her fingers along the waist band
of her garter belt.  I noticed her fingernails were done in the exact same
hue as the rest of her outfit.  "Do you think you're old enough to handle a
glass of wine?"
	I looked at her, magnifying my eyes, and looking around.  "That's
illegal!" I whispered.
	"It's okay," she whispered back.  "I won't tell anyone."  She
smiled to herself and looked me in the eye.  Her voice dropped a few
registers.  "It'll be our little secret."
	"Okay," I said, sounding untrusting and hopefully a little
childlike.  "If you think so."
	She beamed at me.  "I know so," she said.  She offered me her hand
and I took it.
	Stepping up out of the chair, I let my blanket fall away, revealing
my own lingerie combo.  I had done a good job of acting cool when
Mrs. Benoit revealed herself, but she did a horrible job.  Her eyes drank
me up, stopping at my naked crotch.  I stretched luxuriantly, giving her a
good long look at my lithe teenaged body.  Her mouth opened and her
breathing increased.
	When she was able to compose herself, she breathed, "Is this what
you always wear to bed?"
	"You should talk," I fired back, shooting a quick look at the
strap-on and grinning coyly at her.  I walked in front of Jessica, who was
still asleep, and led the way into the kitchen.  I could feel her eyes on
my naked ass as I strutted.
	In the kitchen, she closed her robe and turned to open a bottle of
red wine.  The tip of the dildo peeked out from the opening of her robe,
and I fought back a giggle.  She poured the wine into two glasses.
"Cheers," she said, offering her glass to me.  I clinked mine together with
her, my eyes never leaving hers, and said, "Cheers," back.
	We sipped at the wine, and I revelled in the sensation of her eyes
on my teenage body.
	"Where did you get that bustier?" she asked me after a sip of wine.
	"Oh, this old thing?" I asked, running my fingernails up the side,
stopping at the underwire and tracing around it for a while.  "It's just
something I threw on."  I turned around once, my hands never leaving my
body.  "Do you like it?" I asked her.
	"It's gorgeous," she said, breathlessly.
	"Thank you."  I took a sip of the wine and shivered as I swallowed.
	"You know," Mrs. Benoit said, taking a step closer to me, "you're a
beautiful young woman."
	"Why thanks," I said.  "You're very pretty yourself."
	"Thank you," she beamed, and moved closer to me.  "Do you like my
robe?"
	I nodded.  The tip of the dildo was still protruding from the robe,
and I had to fight to keep myself from laughing.
	She untied the rope around the waist of her robe and slipped out of
it, setting it neatly on the counter.  "Do you like my bra?" she asked,
running a finger up and down the shoulder strap.  She traced around her
nipple a couple of times and I watched as it hardened under the touch.
	I nodded and took a sip of wine.  Then another.  My eyes never left
hers.
	"How about my garter belt?" she asked, dropping her hands down to
the belt, rubbing her fingers up and down the straps, fondling the clasps.
	"Very nice," I said.  I lowered my hand and playfully flicked the
end of the dildo.
	"Do you like that?" she asked.
	I nodded again.  "What's it for?" I asked her, feigning innocence.
	"It's what a woman uses on another woman to make her feel good,"
she said.  She gripped the purple thing and squeezed it a couple of times,
working her hand up and down the shaft.
	"More wine?" she asked me.  I noticed that my glass was empty.
	"Sure," I said.  "What, are you trying to get me drunk?"
	"Yes," she said as she poured.  "I hope that's okay with you."
	"I don't know," I told her.  "I've never been drunk before."  This
was a lie.  I was drunk when I let LaMonte put his dick in me a couple of
days ago.  She handed me the filled glass and stepped closer to me.  "Do
you like my dildo?" she asked, rubbing the thing up and down.
	Again, I nodded.  My fingers were lightly combing through my
blonde, trimmed pubic hair.
	"Do you want me to use it on you to make you feel good?" she
whispered.
	I backed away, hand on my chest, pretending to be shocked.
"Mrs. Benoit!" I said.  "I don't have sex with women!"
	She smiled at this.  "Oh, come on," she told me.  "I know that you
and Jessica have sex."
	"How do you know that?" I asked.
	"I can hear you.  I heard you tonight."
	I sipped my wine.  "She's good with her hands," I said, stepping
closer to her, reaching out and pinching her bra strap in my fingers
feeling the silky material between them.
	"So I heard," Mrs. Benoit said.  She reached out and put her hand
on my hip, weaving her fingers in and out of the garter straps.  When I
didn't move away, she leaned in and kissed my neck, whispering, "You are so
beautiful.  I've wanted to put my hands on you since the first time I saw
you."
	That was more than two years ago.  I didn't even have boobs back
then.
	I reached for her face and planted my lips on hers.  "Are we going
to do this right here in the kitchen?" I asked her between passionate
kisses.
	"If you want," she said to me.  "I thought my bedroom might be more
comfortable."
	I broke our embrace, and grabbed her strapon, leading her through
the kitchen and living room by it.  Jessica was still asleep on the couch,
breathing deeply.
	We walked upstairs, me dragging her along by the purple latex
phallus ridiculously protruding from her crotch, and entered her bedroom,
closing the door behind us.
	She pushed me back against her dresser, kissing me wetly on the
mouth, and venturing a hand to my soaking wet nether region.  She played
with me for a while, lubing up the dildo with my moisture.  "Are you
ready?" she asked, breathlessly.
	In response, I walked over to her bed, bent at the hips and put my
hands on the mattress.  I positioned myself so that we could both watch
ourselves from the mirror on her dresser.
	She approached me from behind, undid her bra and threw it on the
bed.  I felt the dildo on my ass, sliding up and down the crevasse between
my legs.  And then it was inside me.  I gasped with pleasure.  She pushed
it in and out of me, and I watched in the mirror as her eyes drank in the
sight, and her breasts jiggled in time.
	After a time, she pulled out and maneuvered me onto my back on the
bed, laying on top of me and kissing me as her hands explored my body.  Her
fingers hooked inside the cups of Jessica's white bustier and pulled them
down to expose my little tan nipples.  Then, using her hand, she slid the
dildo inside me again, pumping slowly at first, but gaining momentum.
	I groaned and whined with each thrust.  Lost in her hair, her
perfume, the sensation of her breasts brushing against mine, the wonderful
feelings happening between my legs.
	She pushed into me harder and harder, pulling my hair and forcing
my head back so she could kiss and lick my neck.  My orgasm was powerful
and loud.  I screamed with pleasure as her unrelenting ministrations
continued.  When finally I collapsed, she stopped thrusting, but left her
toy inside me as she stroked my hair and pinched my nipples.
	I gasped again when she pulled out.  We lay on our sides, embracing
each other, the dildo trapped between my legs.  The air was thick and close
and neither of us could catch our breath.
	As we were lying there, waiting to recover, we heard a noise at the
door.  We both looked up to see Jessica standing in the open doorway,
watching us.  Mrs. Benoit and I laughed.  We were caught.  There was no
point in hiding what we'd been doing.  Hell, Jessica was the one who told
me what her mom was going to do.  She had to be expecting something like
this.
	"Hi, Jess," Mrs. Benoit said, rolling over onto her back and
propping herself up on her elbows.  The dildo pointed comically up at the
ceiling.
	Wordlessly, Jessica walked into the room and bent over her mom.
She breathed in once, smelling our odor, and then licked the dildo like a
lollipop.  When she was done, she moved over to me, kissing me lightly on
the lips.  "You never come like that for me," she said.
	She left the room, closing the door quietly behind her.
	A reproach?  Or a challenge?