Under The Sea Roleplay

This piece exists thanks to UrsulaLover's request, so here you go! All characters are fictional, and are 18+. If subjects like lesbian sex, age gaps or roleplay bother you then this story isn't for you, otherwise I hope that you leave a comment with anything you'd like to see happen in a part two.

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"Sorry, Bonnie...yeah, he stormed out and she's still here sobbing on the couch, poor thing...sounds good, I'll see you in the office on Monday."

Melanie shook her head, hanging the wall phone up with an annoyed grunt. Her son Keith was nineteen, and had just dumped his eighteen-year-old girlfriend Chelsea after cheating on her with his friend Jason's sister. It was Halloween night, and now Melanie was wearing an Ursula costume for a get-together they were no longer going to attend. Keith was dressed up as Flounder, with Chelsea as Ariel, the trio perfectly coordinated for attending Melanie's friend Bonnie's party, but now Keith had stormed out to go spend the night at his dad's house after Melanie had scolded him for his horrible behavior.

The curvaceous MILF sighed, straightening her wig and making sure her auburn hair was still covered. It was years ago, but she had been in Chelsea's shoes before when Keith's father left her, so she figured that the best thing she could do to help the crying teen was to try and keep things somewhat normal. Chelsea was a sweet girl, and she honestly deserved someone much better than Keith after the way he had treated her -- hopefully a movie, some snacks and a venting session would go a long ways towards making her feel better.

With a reassuring smile gracing her face Melanie sashayed into the living room, a box of tissues in hand. Chelsea still sat slumped on the couch, the beautiful red-head dabbing at her eyes with the hem of her green, scaled-print short skirt. She looked up when Melanie entered the room, her baby-blue eyes glittering with fresh tears, and immediately the older woman's heart twisted in sympathy.

"Sorry, Ms. Delano. I don't mean to be a drag, and I can go..."

A dismissive wave of Melanie's hand silenced the teen, a shake of her head putting a quick stop to any further protest.

"Nonsense! Though I love him my son is an ignorant asshole, and he can go stew at his dirtbag father's like the whiny dickhead he is."

That got a tiny, but visible, smile to peek from Chelsea's face, the girl in awe of her now-ex's mother. Melanie was intelligent, held a high-paying corporate job, had curves to die for and had an innate charisma that drew everyone to her. She was the exact opposite of how Chelsea felt in that moment, and hearing Melanie rip into Keith for his shitty behavior had the girl looking at the older woman with something akin to hero worship. Melanie plunked down on the couch next to Chelsea, close enough that their knees touched, and the naturally-dominant woman launched into caring for the teen.

She began by dabbing the tears off of Chelsea's cheeks, the tissue making quick work of them. Next she reached for her purse, speaking to the girl in a soothing voice.

"I know your heart is breaking, sweetie, but always remember that you're a queen: we're going to fix your makeup, and just to spite him we're going to still have a fabulous evening. I know you aren't up for the party, especially if Captain Asshat ends up there, but how about some ice cream and a movie? Enjoying yourself is the biggest fuck-you that you could possibly give him, other than revenge-fucking someone, of course."

While Melanie had been talking she had leaned in close, her thumb brushing along Chelsea's lower lip in an intimate way that brought a cute blush to the girl's cheeks. Before Chelsea could read too much into it Melanie was reapplying lipstick and eye liner, cleaning up all traces of tear-smudged makeup, and Chelsea wanted the woman to know she was really okay.

"Thanks, Ms. Delano. You're so kind, and I really, really appreciate this. I've suspected for a while he was cheating, so I'm not really surprised, and I think I'll get over him sooner than later. I'm going to miss seeing you, though."

The last sentence was spoken in a sad whisper, and Chelsea nearly shook her head -- where had enough bravery to say that come from? If she was being honest with herself she had been crushing on Melanie since they first met, the MILF taking up far more of her sexual fantasies than Keith ever had, and beyond that it would feel like losing a friend if she stopped coming around the Delano house. Melanie, sensing Chelsea's distress, pulled the girl in for a hug: what she wasn't expecting was for Chelsea to slide just a bit further over, the teen easing herself into the older woman's lap as they embraced.

As Melanie's arms wrapped about the petite girl, Chelsea's pert bottom now firmly planted on her thick thighs, she became hyper-aware of just how intimately their breasts were pressing together. Chelsea had small, firm little boobs that just begged to be played with, while Melanie had huge, soft tits that made for a perfect pillow. The seashell-shaped bikini top that Chelsea wore as part of her costume only accentuated their closeness, the teen's slightly risqué choice of outfit meaning the shells covered little more than her nipples, and the MILF had to forcefully turn her eyes away from the tantalizing cleavage.

Melanie instantly chastised herself for viewing her son's ex in an even remotely sexual way, but deep down she couldn't help but be attracted to Chelsea. The girl was intelligent, kind and mature, a trifecta of traits that made for delightful company even though she was half Melanie's age, and she would miss their ladies-only nail salon outings and shopping trips that both women had come to enjoy. Before she could dwell on it much further Chelsea leaned back, keeping their bodies connected but allowing her to look into Melanie's eyes.

"Ms. Delano..."

With a shake of her head Melanie interrupted Chelsea, her eyes intentionally glued to the girl's face.

"Please, dear, start calling me Melanie. I know you've always been respectful of me as your boyfriend's mother, which I think is adorable, but it makes me feel old and I'd much prefer this."

Chelsea let out a cute giggle, the teen taking a turn to shake her head adamantly.

"Ms. Del...Melanie, you aren't old! You're so beautiful, and sophisticated, and..."

She trailed off, her cute blush spreading further across her freckled cheeks. For a moment she faltered, shy gaze locking on the older woman's, but she managed to continue.

"And I really like you. You're one of my favorite people, and I'm so glad you're letting me stay here with you right now."

Their faces were so close that it would hardly have taken any effort for Chelsea to lean forward and kiss the MILF. She wanted to so badly, the off-limits thought consuming her, and she had to move or else she would make that mistake. With a wiggle she extracted herself from Melanie's arms, both women secretly mourning the loss of contact, and she was soon back to her original seat. With a forceful clearing of her throat the MILF continued with her original plan, picking up the remote and turning the TV on.

"So, how about a movie? Your pick, anything you want."

The girl eagerly agreed, glad for a distraction from her very, very impure thoughts. Melanie expected Chelsea to pick a drama, or maybe some chick-flick comedy, but to her surprise the girl chose The Little Mermaid. Melanie hesitated when Chelsea voiced her choice, unsure if it was such a good idea.

"Sweetie, are you sure? Seeing Flounder won't bother you or anything?"

Chelsea's red curls bobbed as she shook her head, a determined glint in her eye.

"No. This is my favorite movie, which is why I wanted to dress up like this, and I won't let that prick ruin it for me."

A grin spread across Melanie's cherubic cheeks; she loved seeing a bit of feisty attitude from the dumped teen, and how could she deny the girl such a power move? With a press of a button the open sequence began to play, the living room lights turning off with a clap as Chelsea leaned her head against Melanie's shoulder. A few minutes later the teen spoke, a hint of something close to arousal lacing her words.

"I also really like this movie because of Ursula. She's my favorite animated character, and you actually remind me a lot of her."

Melanie glanced down, the MILF treated to an unexpected view of the girl's cleavage, and she had to keep herself from drooling.

"How do I remind you of her?"

She was genuinely interested in the answer, and didn't have long to wait for a reply. Chelsea looked up, meeting the MILF's curious gaze, and she was glad that the darkened room would keep Melanie from seeing that her nipples had grown hard.

"She makes me think of you -- big, beautiful, commanding, business-minded...sometimes I think Ariel should have tried to marry Ursula instead of Eric, since the sea witch was

clearly

the better catch."

Now it was Melanie's turn to blush, the unexpected compliments fanning the lust that was starting to build in her. She grinned down at Chelsea, finally allowing her eyes to rake across the sweet little tits contained by such a skimpy top.

"Well, in that case I guess it's a good thing I know every word to the entire

Poor, Unfortunate Souls

scene."

Chelsea gasped cutely, the excited sound sending a shiver of desire straight to Melanie's pussy.

"Do you, really!? That's so cool! Can you show me when it comes on?"

Melanie nodded, extremely glad that she could do something to make the girl happy. As she thought more about it for a moment she got a flash of inspiration -- if she offered to act out the scene, since she had her own personal Ariel right there, then she would get to touch the girl a little more, her hands able to go on Chelsea's shoulders just the way Urusla's did to Ariel and her finger able to tilt the girl's chin up in a seductive manner.

"Sure, but only if you stand up with me and act it out as it plays."

The teen was overjoyed, her thoughts immediately straying into the same territory Melanie's just had. She would eagerly take any excuse to get the MILF's hands on her, and being able to act like Ariel with such a perfect Ursula sounded like a dream come true.

"Yeah! That sounds fun."

For the next while the video played, and when it got to the scene where Ariel was being led into Ursula's lair by Flotsam and Jetsam Melanie paused the video. She stood, the full glory of her costume perfectly matching the character -- no expense had been spared, and the figure-hugging, black, sequined dress clung perfectly to every curve as Ursula's iconic seashell necklace dangled between her tits. The fabric even had tentacles attached to it that were suspended on fishing line, the nearly-invisible strings making it seem as if the appendages were actually moving by themselves.

The MILF held out a hand, helping Chelsea to her feet, but as she was rising up the girl nearly tumbled. A swift reaction from Melanie saved her, the teen stumbling against the older woman instead of face-first into the carpet, and her face was practically buried in Melanie's tits as she let out an embarrassed squeak.

"I'm so sorry!"

Trying to ease the awkwardness Melanie chuckled, the MILF letting loose the first joke she could think of.

"Don't go falling for me yet, angelfish, we haven't even started the song."

Chelsea straightened up, the teen unable to deny how wet her pussy just got from being called the same nickname Ursula used for Ariel -- and from being so close to the MILF's incredible tits. Melanie, acting as if nothing had happened to save the girl from further embarrassment, resumed the movie, moving Chelsea a little further from the couch to give them enough space. From the moment Ursula said

'My dear, sweet child'

Melanie was in acting mode, even the arch of her perfectly manicured eyebrows matching the sea witch.

"...to help poor, unfortunate merfolk like yourselves..."

As Ursula placed her finger under Ariel's chin Melanie did the same to Chelsea, the girl turning her face away in an exact mimic of the mermaid.

"...to those poor, unfortunate

soooooooouls

!"

Now Melanie was circling around the teen, the MILF's body language a perfect duplicate of the character's. Every jiggle of Ursula's huge breasts mirrored the sway of Melanie's tits, Chelsea unable to tear her eyes away from the enchanting mounds. When Ursula roped Ariel in with the pink seaweed, dragging the mermaid close, Melanie looped an arm around Chelsea's petite waist and pulled the girl flush against her.

"Now listen, this is important..."

On queue Melanie grabbed Chelsea's chin, forcing the girl's head back so she had to crane her neck in order to look up at the MILF. The continual closeness and regular, sexually-charged contact was turning the two women on immensely, both of them growing even more aroused as the song continued, and there was something incredibly exciting about the way Melanie was making Chelsea look up at her. All too soon the song reached its ending, but that was the moment things shifted between them.

"Keep singing!"

Though on-screen it wasn't Ursula's actual hands on Ariel, her magic instead manifesting as gigantic, ethereal smoke-hands, Melanie couldn't resist an opportunity to have Chelsea arch back -- especially knowing it would put the girl's tits on full display -- the same way Ursula's magic was doing to Ariel as it took her voice. One hand gently clasped around Chelsea's neck, and Melanie reached the other one behind the teen. She pressed her body forward, her weight making Chelsea bend like a bow, and never had the girl been maneuvered into such an erotic, vulnerable position before.

That should have been the end of their contact, the song finishing as the character's voice was pulled from her throat, but neither woman wanted to move. Chelsea was staring up at Melanie, lust clear on both of their faces, and her next words sent a shiver down the MILF's spine.

"Show me what you would do to silence me if I was really your little mermaid."

The most appropriate response would have been to simply press a finger to the girl's lips, or to laugh it off and end their contact right then, but the sexual tension had hit its breaking point. Melanie wasn't thinking clearly, her response born of sheer instinct, and it was the only option that felt right. She leaned down, her lips pressing against Chelsea's, and for several blissful seconds she kissed the pretty teen. A moment later regret hit her like a brick wall, the older woman pulling back with an apology already on her tongue, but Chelsea let out a needy whimper of protest before pulling Melanie's mouth back down on hers.

Their second kiss was even hotter, Chelsea submissively parting her lips to allow Melanie's tongue to explore her mouth. Without breaking their contact Melanie pulled the petite girl upright, wrapping the teen in her arms, and she shoved her doubt and worry down. Chelsea wanted this, her body language a clear indicator, and a fierce hunger was awakening in Melanie that she had only gotten to explore a little since her high school days. Chelsea wasn't by far the first woman she had ever kissed, and Melanie had slept with several, but the teen was definitely the cutest.

When Chelsea finally broke the kiss she gasped, the girl panting from arousal as she struggled to tamper down her lust for her ex's mother. She had been attracted to women for awhile, but had never acted on it before, and she had never wanted someone as badly as dhe wanted Melanie. Yet she was scared she had crossed a line, had made things weird between them, and she didn't know what to say.

"Melanie, I'm so sorry..."

This time Melanie did place a finger against Chelsea's plump lips, a shake of her head stopping the girl.

"No, no apologies. We're two beautiful, sexual beings with natural desires, and there's nothing wrong with this. I'll stop now, if that's what you want, or you can spend the night with me and submit to my depraved ways."

There was no hesitation in Chelsea's reply, her voice thick with lust as she invitingly pressed her pelvis against Melanie's in a show of offering herself. She knew what she wanted without a doubt, and there was no one else she would rather be with in that moment.

"Please, fuck me!"

That was all it took, those three words music to Melanie's ears. She grinned, excitement coursing through her, and she decided to have a little in-character fun while her Ursula costume was still on. She reached for the remote, rewinding the movie back to the start of the song sequence, and she turned to Chelsea with a naughty grin as she parodied Ursula's words.

"Now, here's the deal: I will fuck you so well that you will turn you into a human for three days, got that?

Three

days."

Still holding the girl she trailed a finger down between Chelsea's tits, the MILF appreciating the soft flesh that was now hers to explore. She continued, unaware of just how aroused she was making the teen.

"Now listen, this is important: Before the song stops on this replay you've got to cum. That is, I've got to tongue-fuck you. Not just any tongue-fuck, the tongue-fuck of true lust! If you do cum before the song ends you'll remain human,

permanently

, but, if you don't, you'll turn back into a mermaid...and you belong to

me

!"

Chelsea shivered with excitement, her nipples pebbling as Melanie's fingers gave her breast a possessive squeeze. Her other hand moved to the girl's chin, cupping it just like Ursula had done to Airel, and Melanie asked the next question in a dark, suggestive tone.

"Have we got a deal?"

All the poor girl could do was nod, Chelsea allowing Melanie to take control as the older woman dropped to her knees. There wasn't much to Chelsea's Ariel costume: a short skirt, green heels and a bikini top completed the ensemble, so it took no effort for the MILF to flip the skirt up over the teen's wide hips. A purple thong clung to Chelsea's sweet little pussy, the thin material soaked from her excitement, and Melanie's mouth watered at the sight. The panties were quickly yanked down, exposing the girl's pretty, pink cunt to Melanie's ravenous gaze, and she barely thought to hit the play button on the remote before she was kissing her new lover's snatch.

Never had any boyfriend gone down on Chelsea with even half the vigor Melanie was displaying. Those boys hadn't known what they were doing, their inexperience now glaringly obvious in comparison, but that wasn't the case with the MILF goddess kneeling in front of her. Every move of Melanie's lips and tongue was done to entice, to coax whimpers and moans of pleasure from her target, and it didn't take long for Chelsea to reach the verge of orgasm. Seeing Melanie between her legs -- dressed as her favorite character, no less -- was an incredibly arousing sight, the teen's pussy unable to hold off as it began to clench around the tongue shoved up in it.

On screen Ariel was starting to sing, and for a moment Melanie pulled her mouth away. Just as Ursula yelled

'Keep singing'

the MILF gripped Chelsea's hips for extra leverage, the heat in her gaze setting the girl's already-raging libido on fire.

"Cum for me, sweetie."

She reverently kissed the teen's clit, the movement followed immediately by a long, slow lick up and over the little nub. The intense burst of clitoral stimulation sent Chelsea over the edge, the girl mewling as she came. Melanie latched her mouth onto the spasming cunt, lapping at the pussy juice dripping from the velvety hole, and when the tremors subsided she peppered a series of hot, open-mouthed kisses all over her labia. When she finally stood up Chelsea was flushed, the teen panting from her climax, and she gasped as Melanie pressed a searing kiss to her lips. Tasting her own pussy juice was a novelty, and for the first time Chelsea truly felt like she was being fucked by someone who could actually please her.