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Soccer moms milfs in hardcore sex

Soccer moms milfs in hardcore sex

Lesbian Sex Submissive Soccer Moms: 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. As always, a special thank you to Estragon for his dedicated copy editing of this and all my other stories.

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. 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. Layla came in, took off her runners and followed the casually dressed Clara into the kitchen. Walsh looked them over and surprised Layla by saying, "I like how you dealt with that Mrs.

Walsh responded, slightly confused. Walsh responded, rubbing her neck. Layla, seeing her opportunity, offered, "Let me give you a neck massage, Mrs. Walsh, you look stiff. 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. 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.

Walsh, your back seems stiff too. Can we go someplace where you can lie down? 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. 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.

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. 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. 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. You are a beautiful woman, a great mother and still have an amazing body. Her head and loins also reeled with the sudden inkling that this beautiful young woman could be seducing her.

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 Yet, nothing came to her mind, and the pleasant tingling down below was causing her not to think straight. 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! It is what so many girls do. You are way more attractive than you think. Do you think your daughter is pretty?

So if she is pretty, than you are pretty by default. Her confidence began to grow, ever so slightly. Clara replied, "Ok, ok, I am. Say it with conviction. Clara pondered why this pretty, confident, girl would be even bothering with someone like her.

But you are not pretty. A seven year old is pretty. Hearing the young girl's words over and over, she began to believe it was true. Layla surprised Clara by flipping her over on her back. Clara's large 40D breasts now completely uncovered and her erect nipples displaying the excitement she couldn't conceal, she suddenly was like a teen girl Layla, her smile wide, continued the self-confidence seminar, leaning forward a bit, and whispered, "You are sexy.

She knew now what Layla's intentions were and although she was scared, she lay on her bed waiting nervously the young girl's next move. Layla, leaning closer, her firm 34B breasts, still barely concealed in her white t-shirt, her hard nipples protruding through the fabric, repeated, "You are sexy.

She couldn't remember the last time she had been even close to this sexually excited She stammered, weakly, her tone showing her complete distraction at what Layla was doing to her, "I-I-I am sexy. Layla's lips now at Clara's ear, her breasts slightly pressing on Clara's, "Clara is fucking hot. Layla's tongue slid into the older woman's ear, her voice dripping with sexual prowess, "Mother I'd Like to Fuck.

Layla's lips let go of Clara's ear and she moved until she was eye to eye with the horny and overwhelmed MILF. Time stood still for Clara, who desperately wanted Layla to kiss her.

She could feel her heart beating so loud and fast she thought the young coach could hear and feel it. Layla whispered, going in for the kill, but unlike most seductions, with compassion and tenderness, "Clara, I think you are a beautiful woman and way hotter than that rich bitch Sammantha.

I want you so fucking bad. But I won't do anything unless you ask me to, unless you want me to. She desperately wanted Layla to kiss her, to touch her wet vagina and to lick her erect nipples, but saying it out loud was impossible for the shy woman. Layla's hand rested between the MILF's legs, just barely touching her shorts.

Layla's eyes bored into the weakening, horny mother. Seeing the adorable older woman so close to submitting was the ultimate high. Unlike most women she seduced, she didn't want to Domme Clara, she wanted to make love to her. But she also wanted, desperately needed as well, to have Clara ask, that was part of the thrill, the utter submission, the begging, and the uncontrollable desire to submit.

She repeated, her tone just giving the slightest hint of an order, "Tell me what you want, Clara. As she attempted to put into words what she wanted, she felt her daughter's soccer coach's finger slowly slide across the front of her shorts. A loud, undeniable, moan escaped her lips and now desperate to allow this young coach to bring her to orgasmic bliss, she finally got the words out. Clara desperate now, no longer able to resist the growing desire she had felt since she first talked with the pretty coach, begged, "Please, help me come.

Clara assisted like a good, horny woman, lifting up her ass so the soccer coach could quickly pull of the fabric barrier that was preventing the pure bliss Clara now desperately craved. Layla, her smile still wide, pulled off her prey's shorts and panties off with tiger-like speed. But Layla was a seductress and instead of going to the older woman's trimmed pussy, as Clara assumed would happen, she moved back up and again was eye to eye with the MILF.

Her lips gently brushed the older woman's.

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Soccer moms milfs in hardcore sex

Lesbian Sex Submissive Soccer Moms: 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. As always, a special thank you to Estragon for his dedicated copy editing of this and all my other stories. 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.

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. Layla came in, took off her runners and followed the casually dressed Clara into the kitchen. Walsh looked them over and surprised Layla by saying, "I like how you dealt with that Mrs.

Walsh responded, slightly confused. Walsh responded, rubbing her neck. Layla, seeing her opportunity, offered, "Let me give you a neck massage, Mrs. Walsh, you look stiff. 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. 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. Walsh, your back seems stiff too. Can we go someplace where you can lie down? 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.

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. 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. 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. 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. You are a beautiful woman, a great mother and still have an amazing body. Her head and loins also reeled with the sudden inkling that this beautiful young woman could be seducing her.

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 Yet, nothing came to her mind, and the pleasant tingling down below was causing her not to think straight. 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! It is what so many girls do. You are way more attractive than you think.

Do you think your daughter is pretty? So if she is pretty, than you are pretty by default. Her confidence began to grow, ever so slightly. Clara replied, "Ok, ok, I am. Say it with conviction. Clara pondered why this pretty, confident, girl would be even bothering with someone like her. But you are not pretty. A seven year old is pretty. Hearing the young girl's words over and over, she began to believe it was true.

Layla surprised Clara by flipping her over on her back. Clara's large 40D breasts now completely uncovered and her erect nipples displaying the excitement she couldn't conceal, she suddenly was like a teen girl Layla, her smile wide, continued the self-confidence seminar, leaning forward a bit, and whispered, "You are sexy. She knew now what Layla's intentions were and although she was scared, she lay on her bed waiting nervously the young girl's next move. Layla, leaning closer, her firm 34B breasts, still barely concealed in her white t-shirt, her hard nipples protruding through the fabric, repeated, "You are sexy.

She couldn't remember the last time she had been even close to this sexually excited She stammered, weakly, her tone showing her complete distraction at what Layla was doing to her, "I-I-I am sexy. Layla's lips now at Clara's ear, her breasts slightly pressing on Clara's, "Clara is fucking hot. Layla's tongue slid into the older woman's ear, her voice dripping with sexual prowess, "Mother I'd Like to Fuck.

Layla's lips let go of Clara's ear and she moved until she was eye to eye with the horny and overwhelmed MILF. Time stood still for Clara, who desperately wanted Layla to kiss her. She could feel her heart beating so loud and fast she thought the young coach could hear and feel it. Layla whispered, going in for the kill, but unlike most seductions, with compassion and tenderness, "Clara, I think you are a beautiful woman and way hotter than that rich bitch Sammantha. I want you so fucking bad.

But I won't do anything unless you ask me to, unless you want me to. She desperately wanted Layla to kiss her, to touch her wet vagina and to lick her erect nipples, but saying it out loud was impossible for the shy woman. Layla's hand rested between the MILF's legs, just barely touching her shorts. Layla's eyes bored into the weakening, horny mother. Seeing the adorable older woman so close to submitting was the ultimate high.

Unlike most women she seduced, she didn't want to Domme Clara, she wanted to make love to her. But she also wanted, desperately needed as well, to have Clara ask, that was part of the thrill, the utter submission, the begging, and the uncontrollable desire to submit. She repeated, her tone just giving the slightest hint of an order, "Tell me what you want, Clara. As she attempted to put into words what she wanted, she felt her daughter's soccer coach's finger slowly slide across the front of her shorts.

A loud, undeniable, moan escaped her lips and now desperate to allow this young coach to bring her to orgasmic bliss, she finally got the words out. Clara desperate now, no longer able to resist the growing desire she had felt since she first talked with the pretty coach, begged, "Please, help me come. Clara assisted like a good, horny woman, lifting up her ass so the soccer coach could quickly pull of the fabric barrier that was preventing the pure bliss Clara now desperately craved.

Layla, her smile still wide, pulled off her prey's shorts and panties off with tiger-like speed. But Layla was a seductress and instead of going to the older woman's trimmed pussy, as Clara assumed would happen, she moved back up and again was eye to eye with the MILF. Her lips gently brushed the older woman's.

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