NOTE: In the first part (Submissive Soccer Moms: Rich Bitch) Layla seduces and Dommes harshly a stuck-up rich soccer mom, Sammantha. Introduced only briefly is another soccer mom, the shy, sweet, Clara. This story is the touching story of a much different seduction.
NOTE 2: As always, a special thank you to Estragon for his dedicated copy editing of this and all my other stories.
BRIEF RECAP:
Before we start here is a brief recap of the scenes with Clara from Rich Bitch:
Clara Walsh had lost her husband two years ago in a car accident and was raising her teenage daughter Maddie by herself. Clara had not even considered another man and her only sexual fulfillment was her six inch dildo, the same one she had pleasured herself with back in college. She had no idea of the technological advances in the erotic toy industry.
Clara received a large sum of money from her husband's life insurance, and spent her days writing her novel. She also made sure to spend as much time as she could with her 18 year old daughter, who would be going to college in the fall in New York, thousands of miles away from her.
Clara had raven black hair and green-blue eyes, that seemed to change based on her mood. She was short, at 5'2, and had large, only slightly sagging 40d breasts.
Layla, our soccer coach and protagonist, had only conversed with Clara once but had learned from that brief conversation that Clara was a widow. Layla didn't attempt to aggressively seduce the pretty MILF or MIPS (Mom I Plan to Seduce as Layla referred to her), but rather flattered her with innuendo-filled compliments...planting a seed in the beautiful, shy, soccer Mom...one she hoped to soon nurture.
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Layla left Sammantha's house early before the rich sub had woken up, and went back to the dorm. She showered and got ready for her next seduction. She dressed casually in a t-shirt and jeans, her hair in a pony-tail, and grabbed her duffle bag of toys. She drove to Clara Walsh's home just before lunch. A tingle went up her spine as she considered her plan for this seduction. Unlike the aggressive approach that worked so easily for Sammantha Jones, a much more delicate approach was needed if the seduction of the shy MILF was going to work.
Layla arrived and knocked on her door. After a couple of minutes of waiting, just when Layla began to think no one was home, the door opened and Clara opened it. The surprised look on her face was adorable in Layla's mind. Layla immediately spoke, "Hi, Mrs. Walsh, sorry to bother you, but I have some paperwork I need you to fill out for your daughter."
"Oh, OK," Clara replied, letting her daughter's soccer coach in.
Layla came in, took off her runners and followed the casually dressed Clara into the kitchen.
"Can I get you anything to drink?" the pretty, shy MILF asked.
"Sure, anything you have," Layla politely replied.
"Iced tea?"
"Sounds yummy."
Once the iced tea was poured and both were sitting at the kitchen table, Layla handed the Mother some forms that Layla had fabricated.
Mrs. Walsh looked them over and surprised Layla by saying, "I like how you dealt with that Mrs. Jones situation."
"Oh, thanks," Layla replied sincerely, "I have learned that women like her need to be put in their place."
"Oh," Mrs. Walsh responded, slightly confused.
"I just mean that she is used to getting her way always and I don't play that game," Layla explained, confidence oozing out of her.
"Of course," Mrs. Walsh responded, rubbing her neck.
Layla, seeing her opportunity, offered, "Let me give you a neck massage, Mrs. Walsh, you look stiff."
"Oh, no, no, no, I am fine," Clara responded.
Layla ignored the Mother's weak resistance, standing up and explaining, "It's ok, Mrs. Walsh, I have taken a couple of classes in massage therapy, it's my minor." Before the prey could resist, Layla put her hands on her shoulders and began to massage.
Clara could not believe how nice the soccer coach's hands felt. Although the massage was innocent and gentle, it was stirring confused emotions inside the older woman. It had been a long time since she had been touched at all, and she was greatly enjoying the feeling of being touched, even if it was just a friendly massage.
After a few minutes of massaging the MILF's neck, Layla attempted to move the seduction forward by suggesting, "Mrs. Walsh, your back seems stiff too. Can we go someplace where you can lie down?"
Clara was hesitant briefly. She thought for a second that Layla's intentions were more than just friendly, but she dismissed that thought as silly and she said, inviting the inevitable, "Only the bedroom."
Layla smiled, reaching for her duffle bag, an innocent next-door-neighbour smile hiding the dark naughtiness that she had in mind, "Well, let's go then."
Clara led the seductress coach to her room and then hesitated again, second thoughts bouncing in her head.
Layla could tell the MILF was at the pivotal moment and suggested, before the MILF had time to think things through, "Lay down on your belly, Mrs. Walsh."
As Clara followed the suggestion, she offered, "Layla, please call me Clara."
Layla tossed the duffle bag on the bed and straddled her latest prey and began the gentle massage. After about five minutes, she suggested, although the tone was more an order, "Clara, if you took off your shirt I could give you a much better massage."
Clara considered this. It was one thing to get a massage by a woman; it was another to get one without a shirt on.
Layla, sensing the shy MILF's indecision, pointed out, "Clara, if you were at a masseuse you would be in only your panties. And I am trained in the art of massage."
That seemed logical to Clara and she took off her shirt, with just a little hesitation.
A smile crossed Layla's face. Clara was falling completely into the seductive web Layla was spinning. She returned her soft hands to the MILF's white skin and continued a smooth, muscle relaxing, seducing deceiving, massage.
Clara's mind began to wander as the young coach put her in a state of relaxation. Her eyes closed, her mind went blank, she just allowed the girl's hands to release what was clearly a heavy load of stress.
Layla pointed out, "Clara, your body has desperately needed this. You are so tight."
Clara gave out a soft whimper, that could have sounded like a sexual moan, but wasn't. "I guess I have been more stressed than I thought I was."
Attempting to build more trust and comfort between her and the pretty mother, Layla comforted, "It must be tough raising a teenager on your own, even if she is as good a kid as Maddie is."
The completely relaxed and now no longer emotionally guarded Clara replied, "Yes, Maddie is great. I just always worry about her. She is pretty shy and has never had a lot of friends. She is insecure like me, I suppose."
Layla, her hands just touching the pretty mom's ass crack, flattered, "How could you be insecure Clara? You are a beautiful woman, a great mother and still have an amazing body."
Clara's face flamed red, not used to such flattery. Her head and loins also reeled with the sudden inkling that this beautiful young woman could be seducing her. "Oh Layla, I do not have an amazing body."
"I beg to differ," Layla countered, using the opportunity to unhook the MILF's bra. "You have large still firm breasts, by the looks of it. You have an ass to die for and you don't seem to have an ounce of body fat. I hope I look half as good as you when I am 40."
Clara, feeling awkward by the aggressive flattery and the unhooking of her bra, attempted to come up with a polite way to end this. Yet, nothing came to her mind, and the pleasant tingling down below was causing her not to think straight. "I am too skinny," Clara argued.
Realizing that Clara was one of those women who hated her own body, even though it was better than almost any other her age, Layla decided to scold her, "Clara, enough!"
"Pardon?" a surprised Clara reacted confused at the scolding tone of her daughter's soccer coach.
"You have to stop self-loathing yourself. It is what so many girls do. You are way more attractive than you think. Do you think your daughter is pretty?"
"Yes, of course," Clara responded.
"Well, your daughter is the spitting image of you. So if she is pretty, than you are pretty by default."
Clara considered this. Her confidence began to grow, ever so slightly. "I suppose."
"No 'I suppose'," Layla reprimanded, her fingers now sliding inside the very top of Clara's shorts. "You know."
Distracted greatly by the girl's fingers just barely inside her shorts, not really sexual, just in a place someone's fingers usually aren't. Clara replied, "Ok, ok, I am."
"I am what?" Layla questioned, wanting to hear the MILF say it.
"I am attractive," Clara announced, although her tone implied she didn't really believe it.
"Oh come on, Clara. Say it with conviction."
"I am pretty," Clara countered, her tone showing the slightest glimpse of confidence. Clara pondered why this pretty, confident, girl would be even bothering with someone like her.
"Better, Clara. But you are not pretty. A seven year old is pretty. You are beautiful."
Clara's face went even a darker shade of red. Hearing the young girl's words over and over, she began to believe it was true. "I am beautiful," she beamed, her voice showing a confidence she had lost long ago.
