Author's note: Thanks again to all my patient readers. Your comments - both positive and negative - are invaluable and I welcome all contacts. I try to reply to everyone who bothers to email with feedback. I hope you enjoy this latest addition to the seduction of the innocent Chelsea.
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The debauchery at Janet's house had ignited every sexual impulse in Mary and left her longing for Chelsea even more than before. But it was a frustrating three days before she could again get her hands on her pretty young step-daughter-in-law. Mary's step-son – Chelsea's husband, David – hung around each day like a bad smell and Mary found herself wishing he had a regular nine to five job rather than being a minister with an erratic schedule. However, Mary took every opportunity to keep the flame of lust alive in Chelsea's delicate body. She delighted in teasing the shy young woman – twice she managed a quick but deep tongue kiss while David had his back turned. And she never missed a chance to cup one of Chelsea's breasts or a tight butt cheek when they were alone for a second or two. One morning at the breakfast table, while David was buried behind his newspaper, Mary caught Chelsea's eye across the table and pulled her robe aside to bare one of her large matronly breasts. She rolled the nipple and licked her lips in a clear sign of intent. These incidents always left Chelsea flustered but never failed to bring a look of smoky lust to her beautiful blue eyes.
So both women were in a high state of sexual anticipation when David finally announced one morning that he had to make an all-day trip to provide pastoral care to some outlying parishioners. Chelsea and Mary exchanged a significant glance yet neither reacted with anything other than mild interest. But David's announcement immediately brought heat to Mary's pussy and she noticed a definite stiffening in Chelsea's tiny nipples under her cotton blouse.
Still, even after David's car had disappeared down the street, Chelsea busied herself nervously with the breakfast dishes, speaking distractedly of all the things she needed to achieve during the day. Mary watched Chelsea from her place at the table, idly absorbing the neat swell of the young woman's bottom as she moved about the kitchen, and squeezing her thighs together to stimulate her own wetness. Then she rose without speaking and retired to her bedroom.
It was just a few minutes before Chelsea heard Mary call her name, summoning her. Breathing deeply, Chelsea dried her hands at the sink and walked obediently down the corridor but hesitated at the partially closed door to the guestroom.
"Come in darling," Mary cooed.
Chelsea pushed the door all the way open and stepped into the room. The sight that greeted her made Chelsea gasp and bring one hand up to her mouth. Mary was on the bed, seated with her back against the heaped pillows. But she was naked – with her large breasts hanging full and firm, with her legs spread lewdly apart and with one hand working the glistening pink folds of her generous pussy.
Chelsea's look of shock fuelled every salacious instinct in Mary. She smiled and asked: "Do you ever do this my darling? Do you ever pleasure yourself when the aching need gets too much to bear?"
Chelsea breathed deeply and swallowed before answering. "I ... I've often wanted to ... but I knew David would not approve. And I didn't really know ... well ... I wasn't sure how to do it..." All the while her eyes were devouring the scene before her, taking in every detail of Mary's lush naked body.
"Do you recall how you felt the other day, when we were in bed together?" Mary asked softly, encouragingly.
"Ohh my yes!" breathed Chelsea.
"Then I'm going to make you feel like that again. But this time you are going to do it for yourself. Okay?" Chelsea licked her lips and nodded. "You must trust me – and you must obey me. Do you understand?" Again Chelsea nodded, still with her eyes fixed on Mary's gleaming pussy and slick fingers. "Good girl. Now while I pleasure myself I want you to undress for me – slowly – so I can see all of your beautiful body."
Mary could see that her words had triggered both fear and hunger in Chelsea – the conflicting emotions were clearly reflected in her expressive blue eyes. Mary knew the young woman was still so constrained by her upbringing, still feared the depths of her own desires but needed to quench the burning fires that Mary had ignited in her young body. Eventually, as Mary knew it would, Chelsea's desire conquered her fears and she began to unbutton her blouse.
"Slowly!" admonished Mary. And Chelsea complied – slowing her movements, and relishing the teasing aspect of what Mary wanted. As each button was released she allowed her own fingertips to arouse the exposed flesh. And Mary watched the slow striptease with growing agitation. She could never get enough of Chelsea's 22-year-old body – still adolescent in its petite flawlessness.
Chelsea let her blouse slip from her shoulders – then slowly unzipped her conservative knee-length skirt – glancing nervously at Mary as she let it, too, slip to the floor. She was now dressed in just her virginal white bra and panties. She stopped and looked to Mary for encouragement. The middle-aged matron smiled and thrust her fingers wantonly inside her dripping gash. This was all the encouragement Chelsea needed and she turned her back on Mary and reached behind to unclasp her bra. It too hit the floor and then the lovely young minister's wife looked back over her shoulder, growing confident in the way each of her actions was clearly compelling Mary's masturbation. She slowly eased her panties down her legs – and Mary moaned in appreciation as Chelsea bent to remove them.
"Stay like that!" Mary commanded. "Now hold your ankles!" Chelsea complied and slid her palms down her shins to grip her ankles. This had the effect of thrusting her hips back toward Mary and she older woman gazed enraptured at the twin mounds of Chelsea's perfect bottom and at the petite pussy lips peeking back at her and at the tiny pucker of her asshole.
