The Adventures of Mrs. Taylor

Jennifer arrived at Mrs. Taylor's house at ten in the morning, all excited about the new clothes this older woman was going to buy for her. The skirt she wore was the sexiest she had. It came just above the knee in a cheery blue color. The blouse just barely showed a little cleavage. The older lesbian's eyes appraised her young prey.

Mrs. Taylor was delighted at how things were going, and quickly drew her prey into an intimate hug, breasts to breasts and hips to hips. Then she leaned in and gave Jennifer a kiss, this one lasting a little longer than the day before. Jennifer was ready for it this time and simply let the woman kiss her. Mrs. Taylor noticed the lack of resistance by the young girl. Things were progressing nicely, she decided. The next kiss would be longer and maybe with a little tongue.

"Oh Jennifer, I can see now that we have a lot of work to do on your wardrobe." She patted the young girl's ass, and offered, "You have a wonderful ass, but no one can tell with that skirt. Okay, let's get started on the road to a make-over.", again patting her ass. All this was part of Mrs. Taylor's plan to get Jennifer used to the kisses and touching. Mrs. Taylor was pretty sure that Jennifer wouldn't refuse her if the intimacy increased gradually throughout the day.

Jennifer was surprised at the intimacy and was about to object but then thought better of it. She didn't want to offend the woman who would help her become more attractive. The confused teen followed Mrs. Taylor to the car.

"So, what kind of clothes are you thinking of?" Jennifer asked. She admired how elegantly Mrs. Taylor dressed while remaining sexy. She seemed like the perfect one to help her be more enticing to Bill.

"You have a gorgeous figure, and we need to show that off. When you wear the right clothes, it gives you confidence in your body and sexiness. And that, my dear, is the secret to attracting someone like Bill. We will start with some sexy lingerie. When you are sexy underneath, you exude confidence outside. That is where we need to start," said Mrs. Taylor as she put her hand on Jennifer's exposed leg and lightly ran it across her thigh. Jennifer was growing accustomed to Mrs. Taylor's touches and offered no objection. Mrs. Taylor took this as a license to linger on the young teenager's leg for a good minute, running her fingers up and down.

"Scoot over beside me.", she said to Jennifer. The young girl wondered why, but Mrs. Taylor was going to buy her some nice things, and she didn't want to offend her. Jennifer moved next to her. Mrs. Taylor put her arm around the girl, leaned over, nuzzled her ear, and whispered, "You are very pretty and sexy. We just need to get you where you are confident because of your sexiness. You'll have to model our purchases for me when we get back home."

"Okay! That'd be fun," she said somewhat shyly. "I hope Bill likes what you pick out."

"Oh, I'm sure he will, especially if you're the one wearing it," Mrs. Taylor said, smiling, a twinkle in her eyes. And so will I, she thought to herself.

The boutique Mrs. Taylor had picked was just off Main Street, in a mixed residential-business district. They were greeted by the owner, a slim woman with short, mannish hair and green eyes. "Mrs. Taylor! How have you been?"

"Fine, Deborah. This is Jennifer, my son's girlfriend. We want some lingerie to accentuate her delicious figure."

"Nice to meet you, Jennifer. I'm sure I have some things that will be perfect for you. Why don't you two use the private changing room in the back. Follow me."

The girls followed Deborah to the back. "This is a nice changing room, where you don't have to worry about being interrupted. What size bra do you wear?" she asked.

"I'm a 36C, Deborah," she shyly reported. Deborah nodded and then left to pick out some sexy lingerie. She returned with four bras, several thong panties, and appropriate Nylons. She then discreetly left the older woman and young teenager alone. Mrs. Taylor had been in her store before with beautiful young teenagers for fittings. She had wondered if Mrs. Taylor might be more interested in the girls sexually than just as a helpful friend. She was a lesbian and decided to find out what went on inside the dressing room. After Mrs. Taylor was in with the last teenager, she installed two motion-activated hidden cameras. This time she would see exactly what went on, and maybe, just maybe, see if she couldn't get in on a little of the action.

"Why don't you get that shirt off so we can see if one of these will work?" Mrs. Taylor suggested holding the bras out to validate her request.

"W-what? W-with you in here?" The girl queried.

Mrs. Taylor gave almost a stern look, "Well, of course, sweety. How else would I be able to ensure the fit is correct? And stand in front of the big wall mirror so we can see how you look."

Jennifer felt very uncomfortable but didn't know how to say no to the commanding older woman who was buying her lingerie. She reluctantly acquiesced, quickly untucking her shirt and lifting it past her shoulders, then over her head, letting it fall onto a chair.

"Take your skirt off too, Jennifer." After the young girl was down to bra and panties, she turned and faced the mirror. Mrs. Taylor moved behind her. "Now let me take off your bra, and we'll see how well the new bras fit you." It was dead quiet in the changing room as Jennifer nervously let Mrs. Taylor remove her bra. Mrs. Taylor smiled as the perfect young breasts were freed from their restraining cups without a bit of sagging. Her pink nipples stood straight out from the silky-smooth skin of her young flesh. The lesbian lustfully gazed at them, looking at the reflection in the mirror. She imagined what it would be like to suck them. That would have to wait, though, until she had progressed further with this beauty.

The older lesbian reached around to her tits and began massaging them and tweaking her nipples. "What are you doing?", Jennifer finally sputtered out, pulling away from the lesbian's hands. "You shouldn't be doing this."

"Jennifer, we are both girls here. Your nipples need stimulation, so they are nice and erect to be sure they properly fit the bra. You don't want the bra to irritate your nipples when you get a little excited. I've done this a lot more than you. Just relax, and I'll show you how to properly get a good fit." Then, in a firm tone, acting like she was offended, "Unless of course, you don't want my help. I can just leave you on your own, if you want." The threat of backing off from helping Jennifer became clear to the girl.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Mrs. Taylor. I didn't mean to offend you. It's just that I've never had anyone touch me like that when bra shopping. I do want your help", she said almost in a tearful tone.

The lesbian was delighted to hear the teenager's reaction. It was just what she hoped for. "I do want to help you to be the sexy young woman you can be. When you feel sexy, it gives you a confidence that projects and attracts everyone, especially young men like my son. Just trust me to steer you right, and things will work out wonderfully for you. I'll be your Mommy and help you through this." And was she ready to "help" this delectable little morsel and turn her into her little lezzie plaything.

Jennifer remembered her boyfriend's warning not to get on the wrong side of his mother. She had been scared that Mrs. Taylor was mad at her and was greatly relieved that the mother was still willing to help her. "You know more than I do. I'll try to follow your advice. Thank you, Mrs. Taylor."

"Mommy, call me Mommy."

"You really meant for me to call you, Mommy?

"Okay, Mommy." She watched in the mirror as she moved back against Mrs. Taylor. The lesbian drew her in very close so that Jennifer could feel the woman's breasts and hips pressing into her body. Then "Mommy" reached around with both hands to resume cupping her breasts and tweaking her nipples.

Jennifer quivered under the lesbian's touch. Jennifer didn't know what to do. She never imagined her boyfriend's mother would be feeling her tits, almost like she was lusting after them. But that was silly. Mrs. Taylor was just being extra helpful and probably wanted to be sure her money wasn't wasted on an ill-fitting bra. The older woman knew more than she did, so she decided to let the older woman lead her. And she had to admit, it did feel nice. She started to relax and accept the much older woman's help.

Mrs. Taylor was thoroughly enjoying the teenager's magnificent breasts. She whispered in her prey's ear, "That's it, my little girl. Just relax. Mommy will take care of you." The lesbian continued to play with Jennifer's tits. After a minute of stimulation, she whispered in Jennifer's ear, "Oh, your nipples seem really sensitive. Are they?"

"Yes," Jennifer answered in a low husky voice. The tit play was arousing her, and she didn't know what to do.

"That's really nice. Do you play with them yourself sometimes?

Jennifer's face turned bright red. She didn't want to respond but finally managed a slight nod of her head. Mrs. Taylor was delighted to see that and decided to take advantage of her sensitivity by playing with the teenager's breasts longer than she had planned. "One nice thing about a proper fitting for a bra is the nice stimulation to your breasts. You should just enjoy this. Don't my hands make you feel really nice?

Yes."

"Your breasts are beautiful, and you should be proud of them. You might as well have some pleasure along with a proper lingerie fitting. And remember, yes, Mommy!", as the lesbian continued her magic on the young girl's magnificent breasts.

"Yes, Mommy.", the girl managed to squeak out. The older woman's hands made Jennifer very uncomfortable, but in a sensuous way. She wanted to tell the woman to stop, and yet she didn't. She didn't know what to do, so she just stood there, letting the older woman do as she wanted.

The lesbian was thoroughly enjoying the foreplay but decided not to push her luck too far and scare the innocent girl. Mrs. Taylor released her breasts and asked, "Are you ready to try on a sexy bra?"

Jennifer was getting aroused and almost disappointed when asked if she was ready to try on one of the bras. "Sure, Mrs. Taylor", she finally said in a husky voice.

The older woman reached around the girl, dangling the bra in one hand, grabbed it with the other, and brought the cups up beneath her large, firm breasts. She ran her hands beneath the teen's breasts, continuing to the back, where she fastened up the clasps. It was a perfect fit, yet Mrs. Taylor ran her hands back to the front and lifted the large tits in the lacy bra cups, jiggling and bouncing them as she held onto her young breasts."

"This one seems to fit very well. I don't think you'd have a problem with it slipping down if you were in a strapless gown," Mrs. Taylor said, still cupping the heavy set of tits. "Do you like the fit?", she whispered in Jennifer's ear. Jennifer simply nodded. Jennifer was feeling a little more at ease now that her breasts were semi-covered. But the erotic feeling was growing stronger in her young body.

Mrs. Taylor pressed herself against the youngster's and breathed into her ear, "Let's try on another one." She unhooked the bra and set it aside. Then she reached around to cup a breast in each palm. Mrs. Taylor repeated the fitting procedure, letting her hands linger on those delicious breasts for several minutes again, gently squeezing them and tweaking the nipples. Jennifer did not argue, but simply acquiesced, letting the older woman do as she wanted. It felt really good. She leaned back into the older woman, closing her eyes.

She felt a stirring in her loins. "How can this be?" she thought. This is a woman playing with her breasts. It shouldn't be sexual. But she couldn't deny that she was getting turned on, very turned on. She let the woman continue to caress and squeeze her breasts. She lost track of time as the pleasant feelings washed over her.

Mrs. Taylor could see how Jennifer was enjoying the tit play. She had a lot of experience and expected her prey to get turned on. The lesbian wanted to turn the girl around and suck on the tits. But she didn't want the teenager to panic. So, she released the girl and picked up a second bra. "I think it is time to try this on, sweety. Hold still and lift your arms, honey", she cooed in the young girl's ear.

The young girl was disappointed when the erotic feeling stopped. Almost reluctantly, Jennifer raised her arms and let Mrs. Taylor fit her breasts into the bra. She continued to play with the magnificent breasts outside the bra. "Look in the mirror, Jennifer. Don't you think this bra looks really nice too? See how sexy you look. Don't you feel sexy?

"Yes, I do. It feels wonderful. The bra is soft. This will go nicely with a shoulderless dress."

"It doesn't bind you at all, does it?" Mrs. Taylor asked.

"Oh no, not at all."

"That's my little baby. Mommy is so proud of her little girl... actually, a big girl now. You are beautiful. You are going to be irresistible to my son.", and more especially me, the older lesbian thought to herself.

Next came the selection of sexy panties. Mrs. Taylor insisted on removing the young girl's panties. She assured Jennifer that she needed thongs, which also gave her a chance to caress Jennifer's ass on the pretext of assuring a proper fit. After putting a thong on the young girl, she brought Jennifer in close to her body. She reached around the girl, putting a hand on each bare cheek, pretending to make sure of a proper fit. She squeezed the globes a few times, doubting Jennifer would put up a fuss. She was right. Jennifer was intimidated, afraid to refuse almost anything Mrs. Taylor did.

Mrs. Taylor stood back from the girl and admired her body. "You look scrumptious, Jennifer. What do you think?" She had felt uncomfortable with the older woman's hands on her ass. But she also admitted to herself that the thong felt nice and strangely exciting. She tried on the other three pairs with Mrs. Taylor running her hands over Jennifer's ass for a minute or two each time. Mrs. Taylor told the young girl to leave the last pair on.

"Now it's time for some special Nylons, Jennifer."

"Hand me the package," Mrs. Taylor ordered, firmly but politely.

Jennifer again did as she was told, unable to say no to anything the older woman asked. The lesbian knew by the obedient, silent responses that Jennifer was open to more touching, much more. She pulled the nylons out, rolled up the first stocking, and ordered, "Lift up your right foot, sweetie."

Jennifer, unable to deny the older woman anything, just agreed, "Oh, okay," she said even though she was very uncomfortable.

"That's my little baby."

Jennifer wordlessly watched as Mrs. Taylor slowly slipped the stocking up her leg. The lesbian didn't have to do it slowly, but she purposely did this at a snail's pace to increase the time her hands were on the young girl's body. Jennifer couldn't help but feel a tingle of pleasure at her touch.

Mrs. Taylor was caressing her legs as her hands moved up to her upper thigh, her face now just inches from the young girl's pussy, now hidden only by a pair of the new pink thongs.

Jennifer felt Mrs. Taylor's hot breath on her thigh, making her body tremble slightly, hoping the woman wouldn't notice. Mrs. Taylor, of course, did notice and welcomed the girl's response to her stimulation. "Go ahead, touch the nylon on your leg. Enjoy what it feels like."

Jennifer did, "Oh my. It feels amazing. I've never felt anything like it," Jennifer said, loving the feel of the sheer silky nylon.

Mrs. Taylor replicated the slow process of rolling this next stocking up her prey's legs as she enjoyed the youngster's smooth skin.

"My legs really do look nice," she agreed. Jennifer had to admit that she now looked sexy, just as Mrs. Taylor said she would. She wasn't sure the woman's touching was appropriate, but the older woman did know what made her look sexy.

"Finish dressing now, Jennifer. I'll pay for these things, and we will go." Mrs. Taylor paid for the lingerie and then treated Jennifer to dinner at a small restaurant on the way home.

Meanwhile, Deborah had been looking at her video monitor, watching all the lesbian action with the young girl. She was envious of Mrs. Taylor but also sure the older woman couldn't afford for the video to get out. That would be her way of persuading the old dyke to share the young luscious girl with her. She would call the older lesbian tomorrow to start what should be an interesting conversation. She started dreaming of her hands on the twin breast globes that looked so delicious.