“Um, sure,” Mary nodded, feeling completely uncomfortable, but always unable to say no to someone, especially an adult, even as the audio from the computer continued, “Yes, yes, get that tongue in my box, you eager beaver!”
Mary went to Mrs. Taylor and bent down to clasp the stockings, her cheeks burning red from the movie, being almost naked and now doing this.
Gloria suggested, “It’s easier to do that from your knees,” smiling at the naughtiness of the porn scene, creating the perfect scandalous setting for her seduction… happy she had left it playing when she headed downstairs to see who was at the door… never imagining she would be creating her own real-life porn scene instead.
Mary assumed Mrs. Taylor knew what she was talking about and lowered herself to her knees even as she realized she was suddenly staring directly at the woman’s vagina. A vagina that had no hair on it! How was that even possible? Did she shave it? Why would anyone shave down there? How did she possibly get all the little hairs out from all those crevices?
Gloria smiled at how obedient and easily suggestible the teen was, and at how absorbed she had instantly become in studying her waxed pussy. This would be her easiest seduction ever.
Mary, her hands trembling for some reason, fastened the clasps for Mrs. Taylor and then stood back up.
Gloria smiled, “Thanks, dear. Enjoy your fast metabolism while you’re young. Eventually you’ll have to work your ass off to keep that sexy figure.”
“You look beautiful,” Mary complimented, trying to be nice, but also sincerely thinking Mrs. Taylor was very pretty.
“Hardly! My tits sag, and I need to lose ten pounds,” Gloria complained, trying to draw her in, even though the truth was that her tits were still spectacular and firm, and she was fit as a fiddle and didn’t need to lose anything.
“No, you’re perfect,” Mary complimented, feeling bad for Mrs. Taylor and all females who succumbed to the trap of a male definition of beauty that no woman could live up to. This was one of the many reasons she concealed her body behind loose clothing most of the time.
“You’re a sweetheart,” Gloria smiled as she grabbed the teen’s wrists, moving her hands under her own breasts. “But feel these, don’t they sag?”
Mary couldn’t believe she was actually holding Mrs. Taylor’s breasts in her hands! They were so big and firm, twice the size of her 34B breasts. She stammered, “T-t-they don’t sag at all, ma’am.”
Gloria smiled, letting go of the teen’s wrists, “Like I said: you’re a sweetheart.”
“Thanks,” Mary replied nervously.
Gloria looked down at Mary’s pantyhose and asked, “Have you ever worn stockings like mine before?”
“No,” Mary shook her head. “Until a moment ago I didn’t really know they even existed.”
Gloria, continuing her aggressive, sly deduction, ordered, “Take your pantyhose off. You need to try on a pair. They will transform you.”
Mary couldn’t believe Mrs. Taylor was so comfortable in her body, still pretty much naked, but not at all shy that she might get stared at, as she said, “That’s okay, Mrs. Taylor. I’m fine.”