Emma pointed out, "That was the purpose of this outfit."
"A good start, which is why downstairs I called you creative, but have you sold an entire box to a house yet?" Jasmine asked, as she slowly glided her hands up the teen's legs.
The hands felt weirdly nice as Emma admitted, "A quarter of a box is my best so far."
"Then either you aren't selling yourself effectively enough or you need this accessory," Jasmine said logically, the nylon now smoothed up to the teen's thigh. She glanced between her legs and saw a pair of black cotton panties.
Boring!
She added, "Feel the nylon."
As Jasmine prepared the second stocking, Emma stroked the nylon on her leg. She let out a small gasp, "Wow, these are soft!"
"I buy them from France," Jasmine informed her.
"I can see why you would," Emma replied, enamoured of the sheer, silky stocking on her leg.
"Let's put the other one on and let you see how they enhance your outfit and bring it to life," Jasmine suggested, removing Emma's other shoe and sock.
"Okay," Emma agreed, now eager to see what they looked like on her legs. She'd only worn pantyhose once, at a funeral, and found them to be itchy and annoying.
Jasmine applied the second stocking and resisted the temptation to go for broke right then and there. She stood back up, pulled Emma up and told her, "Now go look in the mirror."
Emma did. "Wow!"
"Indeed," Jasmine purred, admiring the beautiful teen.
"You were right," Emma admitted, still admiring herself in the mirror.
"I usually am," Jasmine preened, as she walked up to the teen and added, "There is just one more thing."
"What is that?" Emma asked, now willing to take heed of this stranger, regardless of her daughter.
"Well, you know how I said I wanted to help you because I was pissed off at my daughter?" Jasmine began.
"Yes," Emma said, "I'm usually pissed off at your daughter too."
"Want to one up her?" Jasmine asked.
"Definitely," Emma said.
"Come with me," Jasmine ordered, taking her hand.
Emma followed again, still finding this entire encounter rather surreal and oddly exciting, even though she couldn't explain why.
Jasmine led her into Candace's room and said, "Take off your panties."
"Pardon, but why?" Emma asked, startled by the request.
"Trust me."
"I don't see why I...." Emma began, as Jasmine abruptly raised Emma's skirt to her waist, grabbed the panties and pulled them down, taking a nice close look at the teen's shaved snatch... one she hoped to be devouring soon.
"What are you doing?" Emma asked, even as she automatically lifted each foot to allow her panties to be removed completely.
"Helping you to take revenge on my daughter," Jasmine answered.
"How?" Emma asked, bewildered by this whole encounter.
"By fucking her mother," Jasmine answered. "She'll be
so
pissed."
Emma's eyes went wide as Jasmine raised her skirt and slid a finger inside her, causing Emma to realize she was quite wet.
Jasmine, a g-spot expert, quickly found her target, not easy from this angle, and tapped it three times as she whispered in her most seductive tone, "You're already soaked, my pet."
"Oh, God," Emma trembled, her entire body quaking at the magical fingers of this aggressive mom.
"Want me to get you off?" Jasmine asked, stopping the tapping.
"Oh my... I... God..." Emma babbled, before begging, the recent pleasure so intense she desperately needed to feel it again, "yes, please."
"Have you been with a girl before?" Jasmine asked the crucial question, giving her two quick taps.
"N-n-no," Emma stammered, effectively paralyzed by the sudden molestation and by how good it felt. She had fucked three guys, she even came once with a hot college guy three years older than she, but nothing had ever come close to the pleasure she was experiencing right now.
"But you'll be a good girl for me?" Jasmine asked, two more taps.
"I-I-I don't know," Emma stuttered, bewildered by what was happening. The pleasure was consuming her, but she wasn't a lesbian and couldn't figure out how having sex with Ms. Jones could have anything to do with getting revenge on Candace.
"I think you do," Jasmine insisted warmly, two more taps.
"How will it be revenge?" Emma asked, trying to find a way to allow this to happen while still saving face.
"Well for one, you can wipe your wet cunt cum all over my daughter's pillow," Jasmine offered wickedly, three taps.
"Oooooooh," Emma moaned.
"Want to grind this sweet cunt all over Candace's pillow? Mark her lair?"
"I kind of do," Emma nodded, the idea so wicked.
"Go ahead and do it, and I'll give you the most intense orgasm you've ever experienced," Jasmine ordered.
"You sure?" Emma asked, not wanting this finger to ever leave her.
"Go ahead," Jasmine said, pulling her finger out. "Then I'll take you places you didn't know existed."
"Fuck it," Emma shrugged, her orgasm so close she would do anything to get that finger back inside her. Plus, the idea that tonight Candace would lay her head in her pussy juice was super exciting.
Jasmine watched as Emma went to the bed, grabbed the pillow, shoved it between her legs and dragged it back and forth. "Therapeutic?" Jasmine asked.
"It is," Emma said, rubbing her wet pussy all over the bamboo-pattern pillow case.
"You know of course that my daughter is a lesbian," Jasmine mentioned.
"No way," Emma retorted, surprised.
"It's probably why she's mean to you," Jasmine offered, walking towards the bed.
"I don't follow you. Why?" Emma asked, making sure she got the entire pillow as wet as possible with her cunt juice.
"She probably has a crush on you," Jasmine planted a seed for the future then added, "and she hates your school, of course."
Emma was surprised once again as the mother dropped her robe, revealing her all-black lingerie, commando style.
Jasmine climbed onto the bed, pushed the teen onto her back and straddled her face.
Emma's eyes went wide as she stared at a wet pussy and its subtle scent drew her in.
Jasmine explained, "Get me off, and I'll finish what I started."
Emma hesitated at the expectation. She desperately wanted Jasmine to finish what she started without delay. But she also was becoming curious to know what a pussy tasted like as one lingered inches above her, entrancing her with both its inviting beauty and its intriguing scent.
So after a pause, Emma leaned up a couple inches, extended her tongue and licked.
"Good girl," Jasmine moaned, a rush going through her not only at achieving another turn, but at achieving one of this magnitude... this very moment she had turned her daughter's archenemy.
Emma had never seriously considered having lesbian sex, had never considered what a pussy might taste like, yet as she tentatively licked her first pussy, she was overwhelmed.
It wasn't a fishy taste like her ex had described it.
It wasn't the least bit disgusting as some boys had called it.
It was a subtle taste, suffused in a surprising amount of wetness with a thrilling tang that had her body tingling with unexplainable excitement.
"You're a natural at this," Jasmine moaned, as the teen's licks became more aggressive... something that typically only happened when a new turn had progressed through the normal stages. Stage one, What's happening to me? Stage two, Okay, I'll just try it. Stage three, Tentative licking. Stage four, Eager acceptance. Stage five, Cum-hungry lust. Emma had leaped immediately to stage three and soon progressed to four.
"I can't believe I'm doing this," Emma said between licks, wanting this woman to know this wasn't who she was.
Jasmine smiled but didn't say anything and just enjoyed the teen's tongue.
Emma was getting turned on licking, which made no sense as none of her erogenous zones were involved in the slightest. She decided it was no longer about her own pleasure as it had been when she decided to do this; no, now it was all about getting this woman off, about tasting the full flood of her cum. She didn't just
want
to get her off, she
needed
to, and the idea itself was what was getting her hornier.
