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Dear readers this is my first story , i'd like to give special thanks to my editor pacifist91w who helped me with his outstanding proofreading skills to overcome any vocabulary/grammar barriers and make this story possible .
Dear readers, i present you Jolene's Problem .
Any feedback is most welcomed!
Enjoy!
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"Jolene's Problem"
Jolene Paris was anxious. Her 23-year-old son was coming home after six months abroad. He had been conducting family business with his new girlfriend. From what her only child had said on the phone, Jolene gathered that the girlfriend was Jolene's future bride. When Jolene had asked for details: age, how they met, etc., her son had laughed and said only four words , "She's my soul mate."
Jolene was a 45-year-old woman. She was tall and beautiful: a natural redhead with long, straight hair. Despite her age, she still possessed an incredible body that could have belonged to a much, much younger woman. She had nice, long legs; a tight ass; big, round tits; and a flat stomach. Her body, her hair, her blue eyes, and especially her full lips made her a desirable mature woman.
At present, Jolene was divorced. She'd had a couple of boyfriends in the past, but she soon became tired of them. She cared a great deal about her son Mike. Money was no problem for their small family as Jolene's father was a successful businessman. When he died, he had left his daughter and grandson a vast fortune.
Jolene's deepest fear was that a slut hungry for money would take advantage of her son's kind heart and manipulate him to marry her. Then she would take his money. Sure, Mike had had some affairs with women, but so far, he had quickly realized that they had been sluts who were after his wealth.
Mike was back though; he was due any moment. Jolene's thoughts were interrupted as the door knob clicked. Full of excitement, Jolene ran toward the door. Mike was standing in the foyer, smiling widely.
"Hi, Mom!" Mike said.
"Mike, my sweet boy, how I missed you!" Jolene said. She ran to her son's arms and kissed him on the cheek.
"Mom, here's Janice, my future bride and your new daughter-in-law," Mike said. He stepped farther into the house and a smiling woman followed him.
"Hello, Mrs. P., or should I better say 'Mom'?" Janice said in a deep, sexy voice. She extended her hand.
Jolene's eyes widened and her jaw dropped. Her excitement vanished, replaced by anger, confusion, and instinctive unease.
She looked Mike's "future bride" up and down and her unease increased.
In front of Jolene stood a tall 42-year-old woman with curly, shoulder-length black hair; pitch-black eyes; and full lips that gave her face a strange, hard beauty. Her tanned body was tight and strong with curved hips and massive tits. She was wearing expensive jewelry and a classy, tight, knee-length red dress.
Jolene had to admit that Mike's girlfriend was stunning: elegant and beautiful. The woman had an air of superiority; her moves reminded Jolene of a cat stalking its prey.
Jolene hadn't expected that her only son would find a girlfriend almost his mother's age! Mike hadn't had an eye for older women before, had he? His past girlfriends had been around his age. This woman was playing a game and Jolene was determined to find out what it was. Mike was no fool, but this woman had somehow trapped him like a spider.
The red-haired woman quickly hid her emotions and shook hands with Janet. But when Mike's girlfriend hugged her, she felt confusion and unease again. Janice brought danger and...something deeper: lust. Jolene kept her face blank while her nipples hardened.
Janice was a former cheerleader and dancer. Besides her athleticism, she was extremely cunning and clever. She believed that her beauty and body were her ultimate weapons. Men dreamt of her. The desire that she inspired in men's hearts made them to surrender to her will. Most would give everything for just one night with her.
Janice loved sex, but what she desired most were money and power. As the years passed, she got better at targeting rich men. She would seduce them, marry them, then drain them of their money. When she was satisfied, she divorced them. No amount of money was enough for her; she always wanted more. On one or two occasions, she was nearly exposed when the ex-wives of her victims accused her of being a whore and a thief of their husbands' money. But Janice had good enough lawyers to win. Afterward, she took even more money in punitive damages.
Janice travelled the world, not staying in any place for long. She managed to get into high society, closer to more powerful people: usually people who weren't satisfied with their wives....
Three years before she met Mike, Janice started seducing rich young men: sons of politicians, diplomats, European aristocrats, businessmen. A swing of her ass and soon the rich young guy would fall into her web. The victim would soon be giving her expensive gifts and filling her purse.
But a problem had risen. The mothers of those men saw her for the cunning person she was. They didn't want her near their sons and they made her life difficult.
For a while, Janice was on the defensive, but soon she found a way to deal with that problem. Step one: she looked for a crack in their defenses. Those mothers loved their sons; they eventually gave in and let her speak with them. Step two: when Janice established her place in the villa or mansion, she slowly seduced the mother too. They were quite susceptible to sex. Men--younger or older--were confident that they could tame her, fuck her, and own her, but it was so easy to fuck them and dominate them. Janice never took much time to transform them into willing puppets.
At first, women were a bit difficult. Janice found their weaknesses. They were usually attractive mothers in their 40s. They threatened to expose her, but a few moments of wickedness was all that it took. Soon their pussies, their breasts, their minds and souls were under her command. How many straight women found themselves flat on their backs with Janet on top of them? She dominated them, fucking them to the point of exhaustion. How many mature breasts and nipples had her teeth and tongue played with? A little practice and seducing her marks' moms became easy. Step three: Janice blackmailed those mothers and threatened them with exposure in their circles of friends and family.
She knew how to bring pleasure to a man or a woman--and she would do anything and fuck anyone to achieve her goals--so as time passed, while milking cocks and pussies, she milked the accounts of her targets. Then she vanished. She'd had the stamina, the body, and the experience to make anyone submit to her will...so far.
In her travels, Janice had met Mike. In a yacht party, between rich young men, she made her appearance. She drew the stares of men and women. She found out who Mike was and what he owned. Mike was handsome and had money, but he was very clever compared with Janice's usual targets. He didn't fall for her immediately. Only when they went to bed did the things that she could do and the pleasure that she offered make him beg for her. He proposed a month later. When Mike asked her to escort him to his house to meet his mother, she immediately accepted. She wanted to take measure of her newest adversary.
Now in front of Janice stood a tall, beautiful redhead about her age. Although this stunner was dressed casually, it was obvious that she had an incredibly body. Janice grew more interested.
As one would expect, the gold-digger caught the confusion and surprise of Mike's mother. But she caught that "something else" also: something well-hidden, but visible to Janice. It made Janice form a small, evil smile. Lust--Jolene was physically attracted to her.
As the women shook hands, Mike said, "Well, ladies, I'll let you get to know each other better. I'm going back to the car."
Just as Mike was leaving, Janice hugged Jolene tight and said, "Jolene, I'm so happy to meet you! You're beautiful. Mike has told me so many things about you that I feel I already know you."
Jolene was surprised by the move. She coldly hugged Janice back, but with a stone face she said, "Well, I'm happy too." In a lower voice, looking straight into Janice's black eyes, she said, "I'll find out your game, bitch. I know your kind and I'll expose you for what you are."
Janice drew Jolene closer, digging her nails into the protective woman's back. Two pairs of large, shapely breasts mashed together. Erect nipples prodded their counterparts. Janice whispered into Jolene's ear, "Try what you'd like, but Mike is mine now. Talk to your son about me and you'll break his heart." With shocking speed, Janice performed a shocking act: she licked Jolene's ear. A small moan burst from between Jolene's mouth before the women separated. Jolene was stunned by Janice's bold move and her own reaction.
Moments later, Mike came back. After kissing his mother again, Mike went with Janice to their prepared room.
...Jolene sat alone in the living room. Many feelings and thoughts raced inside her head. Her body had already acted strangely to this dreadful encounter. Jolene recognized that her son had brought a very dangerous and cunning person to their house. The pretty blue-eyed woman was afraid. What--or how--how could she tell Mike about her? How to change his mind about this bitch?
Nagging at her was a deeper and more troubling feeling. She felt a strange heat between her legs and through her motherly chest. Jolene hadn't had an attraction to a woman--to any woman--so why this woman, a fortune-hunting tramp! This woman awoke sexual urges in her. How could she explain that?
While her conscious mind was busy, she'd moved her hand between her legs. Jolene noticed her motions and immediately stopped, embarrassed and angry. "What's happening to me?" she asked herself nervously. She pushed back all urges and determinedly made a decision.
She wasn't meek. No slut would easily boss her around or hurt her family. Jolene Paris would give everything to protect her son from this whore.
Later that day, Jolene, Janice, and Mike went to an expensive restaurant for dinner. There, Mike talked excitedly about Janice: how they met and their future plans. As Mike talked, Jolene tried to stay calm, smiling politely so that her son wouldn't notice her distaste for his new girlfriend. All the time that Janice and Jolene exchanged small talk and glances, they wore cold smiles, their eyes burned with hate.
After they got home, Jolene excused herself after kissing her son and smiling icily to Janice. Jolene went to her room.
"I don't understand what's wrong with my mother. She was acting very weird," Mike said after his mother left.
