Although this is a stand alone story, it is the third part in a series depicting the manipulation of a straight, divorced MILF by a young adult cheerleader, into a submissive lesbian plaything. This story contains themes of lesbian manipulation and non-consent/reluctance. It this is in anyway offensive, please find another story, if you choose to read on, please enjoy. Your votes and feedback are appreciated.
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When I entered the kitchen, our guests were all seated at the table with my taunter, Marie Carter, serving ice cream. She was in her cheer outfit, looking bright and perky as if nothing had happened. I was a jumble of anxiety, feeling like everyone could tell what I had just done.
Marie's mother Amy and her son Doug were all smiles while my daughter Stephanie looked almost giddy. It seemed clear, Stephanie officially had her first crush. As that realization came to light, Marie started taunting me, swaying her hips, and whispering Billie Eilish 'It's a craving not a crush'.
Marie was responsible for making the connection between her brother Doug and Stephanie, as a reward for Stephanie tutoring her in Algebra Two and English. Although I suspected the real reason was to create a chance to be alone with me. It was sometimes hard to tell how deeply her manipulation truly went.
Her mother Amy was sitting in the seat where I had been naked less than a half hour earlier, and my eyes darted to droplets on the floor that were likely the juices from my pussy, induced by my lust for her daughter.
I looked quickly back at Amy. "Pleasure to see you again Mrs. Carter," I said smiling. "Thank you so much for taking Stephanie with you to dinner."
"My pleasure. She is a delight," she replied happily. "Call me Amy, please."
Stephanie blushed and when I glanced at Doug, so did he.
Mrs. Carter's smile was priceless as we both knew they were embarrassed and excited at their budding feelings for each other.
While talking with Mrs. Carter, I was trying to grasp, being on a first name basis with the mother of the girl whose saliva was still damp on my asshole, when Marie broke into the conversation.
"You look so much more relaxed Miss Larson. Getting out of those work clothes really helped, didn't it?" teased Marie.
I took a deep breath as Marie began to type into her phone. She had instructed me to put in my earbuds so I could hear her texts.
"Sorry I kept you all waiting." I replied. "It has been a trying day."
"Really, so what have you been trying, Miss Larson?" Giggled Marie, as she resumed typing.
I tried to fight off a flush of embarrassment as her taunts were clearly going too far. They all would surely know.
Amy glared at her daughter. "Forgive her Ms. Larson. Marie, has an odd sense of humor."
I quickly retorted, "that's probably why she and Stephanie get along so well. Please call me Paige, by the way."
In my earbuds, Siri read a text from Marie.
"Marie says: If you wore those jeans so I would lust over your ass, Miss Larson, it's working."
Oblivious to the remark that only I could hear, Stephanie blushed again and said something to me, embarrassed in front of Doug. He was grinning like he enjoyed her embarrassment.
"Marie says: I so want to peel them off and have my way with you."
I fought to focus on the conversation, but as I glanced at Marie, she flashed a longing expression and I turned quickly away toward her mother Amy, as I bit my lip.
Amy's eyes lit up, giving me a flash of the same hunger I saw in her daughter Marie the first time our eyes met. I quickly convinced myself it was paranoia and moved on.
There was no denying she was Marie's mother. They had the same blonde hair and smile, only Amy's eyes were undeniably blue, comparted to Marie's hazel color.
Marie pulled me back in. "What flavor would you like, peach, cherry or cookies and cream, Miss Larson? Cherry is my favorite," she said, slowly sucking her spoon after taking a bite.
"Cookies and cream please," I replied trying not to encourage her innuendos.
She picked up her phone, typed, and Siri spoke to me.
"Marie says: I'd love to make you cream in those jeans right now."
Marie was relentless and I tried not to encourage her for fear she would go too far, again, in front of everyone.
Amy said, "I hope I didn't overstep, taking Steph with us. Marie suggested it and Steph said it would be okay. I should have gotten your permission first."
I replied quickly before another text came through. "No, you did not overstep. You are becoming like family to us. You've all been so nice to Stephanie and me. I'm not sure how I could ever repay you."
As soon as those words left my lips, I knew Marie would have a snap back. Before it came, I looked at Amy. I was sure she smirked, and her eyes seemed to look me up and down. I wondered if she was flirting with me, or it was just guilt over my feelings for her daughter playing tricks on me. She was married and clearly straight, so I quickly concluded, it was the Marie effect on my mind. Searching for a safe place to focus, I quickly directed my attention to Stephanie.
"What did you have for dinner, hon?" I asked trying to have some semblance of a normal conversation.
Marie typed away and Siri's voice spoke.
"Marie says: Want to repay me? Put your tail in, then beg to be my kitten while you make yourself come for me again."
I could feel my eyes blinking rapidly as I tried to focus on Stephanie's response to my question.
"We went to Olive Garden. Doug and I had lobster ravioli and Mrs. Carter had shrimp fettuccini." Said Stephanie.
"Marie Says: I am so wet thinking about it, and I already came twice today because of you."
The image of Marie masturbating in front of me came rushing back as I stuttered trying to stay with the conversation.
"Can I pay you back for Stephanie's dinner?" I asked Amy.
"Marie Says: I can't believe I had my first taste of hot cheerleader ass for dinner. And I liked it."
As Siri spoke, I barely comprehended Amy's response. "Only if I can pay you for Steph's tutoring hours. By the way, I think Doug has already lined her up for Algebra One help next year."
"Marie Says: You took my ass to mouth Cherry today, Miss Larson. And now, you flaunt that yummy ass in those jeans."
The fog in my head was thickening, as Marie continued typing at blinding speed. She looked so pretty with her devious, subtle smirk. As the others spoke, bits and pieces would register, but I could barely keep up. My heart was pounding, and my pussy was throbbing. I was sure it was obvious to everyone!
I heard Amy say something about repaying for tutoring, Doug next year, and algebra. But my mind was stuck on the word combo I never could have imagined. 'You took my ass to mouth cherry.' Eventually, I managed to think of a response.
"Steph loves to help. Tutoring reinforces the subject for her and keeps it fresh." I said hoping that made sense.
