13 comments/ 18328 views/ 27 favorites Longing for Chelsea By: Leigh28 Mary Morgan sat near the front of the congregation contemplating the choir to her right – or, more particularly, one single member of the choir – her daughter, Chelsea. Chelsea had been married to Mary's step-son, David Collins, for three years and for all of that time Mary had been fantasising about getting the beautiful young woman naked and into bed. Mary was never sure why she was so sexually obsessed with Chelsea. Yes, the young woman was beautiful and her petite body was perfectly proportioned, but it was far more than just her daughter-in-law's looks. Chelsea had an open naivety, an innocence, which spurred Mary's lustful thoughts. As she watched the rise and fall of Chelsea's barely-there breasts under her modest blouse, Mary felt her own nipples harden and begin to tingle – as they always did whenever she thought about Chelsea's delectable young body. But Mary wasn't the only one watching Chelsea with peculiar intensity. A few seats away another woman had her gaze fixed on the elegant young singer. Janet Deane, too, was besotted with the new preacher's wife. Chelsea's husband, David Collins, had come to the parish in the small country town just six months before. It was his first appointment as an ordained minister and his arrival with his beautiful young wife had been the talk of the community. For Janet, Chelsea's understated charms were a constant distraction in the tight-knit community. Janet had carefully cultivated a small clique of bi-sexual women since she herself had arrived there eight years before – women who met regularly to slake each other's lusts – and she viewed Chelsea Collins as "new blood" – a target for her insatiable appetites – a particular challenging target, given the young woman's religious devotion. Chelsea, of course, was aware of none of this. As far as her own sexual thoughts ran – they were concentrated on a vague sense of disappointment with the bedroom aspects of her marriage. She had been a virgin of course when she had wed the handsome young seminarian, and had no real idea of what to expect from conjugal relations, yet she had a growing sense that something was missing. David managed to arouse pleasant feelings in her during their infrequent coupling but there was none of the intensity of feeling she had come to expect from her guilty perusal of romance novels. When he was inside her, Chelsea often felt a mounting excitement that just never grew beyond a certain level before her husband spent himself and rolled over to go to sleep, leaving her body charged with a frustrating sensation of unfulfilled passion. The interminable service finally ended and as Mary Morgan filed out of the church she cast her eyes over the rest of the congregation. It was the usual dull assemblage of small-town types. Very few women aroused her interest. At 46, Mary, was enjoying a new burst of sexual energy. Her second husband – David's father – had died several years before, leaving her relatively well off and young enough to pursue new erotic adventures – especially those bi-sexual trysts with other women that she had shelved during her second marriage. She was still a very attractive woman, not thin by any means, but neither was she fat. Her body was well-rounded but toned and tanned. She was proud of her voluptuous DD-cup breasts and firm thighs and worked hard at keeping them in shape. As she moved down the aisle to the doors of the small church she contemplated her step-son as he bade his congregation farewell. David seemed just as dull as his father had been and she felt sorry for Chelsea, guessing correctly, that David, like his father, brought very little passion – and still less skill – to the marriage bed. It was her first visit to their remote community since David took up the clerical posting. She'd made the long drive partly out of a sense of duty but mostly for the thrill of spending time with Chelsea. She enjoyed just being near Chelsea – and was peeved when David had taken her away from Sydney. There Mary had had plenty of opportunity to watch the teen bride develop into a sexy young woman; plenty of opportunities around the pool or at the beach to peek at Chelsea's bikini-clad body – her lithe legs, tight bottom and tiny – but oh so perfect – breasts. When Mary reached the church door she noticed that Chelsea was deep in conversation with another woman. The woman was dressed in a figure-hugging red dress, showing more of her cleavage than Mary thought suitable for church. But she moved closer for a better view and liked what she saw. The woman looked to be about Mary's own age, with an attractive face, and hair cut in a stylish dark bob. Mary was annoyed that she seemed to be monopolising her daughter, holding both of Chelsea's hands as they chatted. Mary couldn't help feeling jealous of the woman – but also aroused by her obvious sexuality. The woman finally moved off and Mary moved in to steal a short hug from her daughter-in-law and congratulate her on David's "inspiring" sermon. An hour later Mary was alone in the rectory. Chelsea had decided to make the three-hour round trip with her husband for his second service of the morning at the other outlying church he was responsible for in his vast rural parish. Just being near Chelsea all morning had made Mary feel aroused and she was just contemplating a bout of masturbation when the doorbell rang. She stifled her annoyance and composed a dutiful face to open the door. She was surprised to see the woman in the red dress standing before her. The woman was clearly as surprised as Mary. "Oh," the visitor said. "I'm sorry I was looking for Chelsea – uh and David." "I'm sorry," said Mary. "But they're both out just now. I'm David's step-mother, Mary. Could I help you with something?" Mary saw the other woman's eyes sweep over her in a frankly appraising manner and felt vaguely unsettled. The woman extended her hand. "Oh, how do you do? I'm Janet Deane, one of your step-son's parishioners." Janet squeezed Mary's hand warmly – and her grip lingered just long enough to intrigue Mary. "I was hoping to have a word with Chelsea – you know, to see how she's settling in. But I don't want to bother you." "Not at all," said Mary giving Janet a quick once over. Very nice: a trim and obviously firm body; her mid-size breasts shown off to advantage in that revealing red dress; black, low-heeled shoes and prominent gold jewellery at her fingers and neck. Her lipstick matched her dress and her eyes were tastefully made up. "Please won't you come in?" "Only if it's not a bother." "Oh not at all. In fact I'll be pleased to have some company." Once settled side by side on the old leather lounge that came with the rectory – and with a cup of tea on the low table in front of them – the two women chatted amiably, each relaying something of her background. Janet, too, was a city girl but had lived in the country town with her bank-manager husband for almost eight years. As she chatted Janet became more and more aroused by the shapely woman opposite her. She liked Mary's skilfully-coloured blonde hair and subtle make-up. But she was mostly transfixed by the ample breasts that strained against Mary's soft pink blouse. A double-D at least Janet speculated. She wished she could reach out and feel their firm weight – but Janet didn't want to do anything that would arouse suspicion about her true sexuality and potentially ruin the carefully nurtured sex-group she had built up in this close-minded, conservative community. So it was about twenty minutes before the conversation became more intimate. Janet asked: "So how long have you been married to David's father?" "Well, actually, I'm now a widow. David's father died three years ago." "Oh, I'm so sorry," said Janet, and reached across the small gap between them to squeeze Mary's hand. Mary enjoyed the contact and clasped Janet's hand in her own. Janet moved closer so the women's bare knees touched, and was encouraged when Mary did not break the contact. "You must get so lonely?" Janet prompted, rubbing her thumb across the back of Mary's hand. Mary felt the suggestive caress and a pleasurable anticipation ran through her body. Was this woman making a pass at her? She decided to test the waters. "Oh, it's not so bad now. I manage to keep myself – um – entertained. I have quite a few close girlfriends." Janet's pulse quickened at the obvious emphasis that Mary had placed on the word "girlfriends" and she squeezed Mary's hand more firmly. It was Janet's turn to be intrigued. Was it possible she had stumbled across a possible conquest? "Yes, women friends are very important to me too," said Janet with her eyes locked on Mary's. "Especially in this very small, very boring community. It's not so easy to find – shall we say, some excitement." The look in Janet's eyes now seemed unambiguous to Mary so she gambled on pressing the issue. "Oh poor you," she sympathised. "I'd say your beauty is entirely wasted in this one-horse town." "Ooohh, thank you," Janet smiled and leaned forward to embrace Mary in a "sisterly" hug. Mary was delighted to feel Janet's arms around her and Janet's firm breasts pressed against her own larger ones. The scent of Janet's expensive perfume thrilled her – and sent a jolt of pleasure to her lower belly. She could feel her nipples stiffen and when they broke the lingering hug she knew Janet would also see the proud nubs peaking through her sheer bra and cotton blouse. Now when Janet spoke her voice was soft and suggestive. She raised a perfectly manicured hand to lightly stroke Mary's cheek. "You're so lucky that your beauty isn't wasted here. You can escape, back to your – um – supportive girlfriends." Mary smiled and placed her own hand over Janet's fingers. "Well," she ventured. "Maybe we can escape together – at least for an hour or two?" Janet licked her lips at the obvious sexual invitation, looked down briefly at the twin peaks of Mary's aroused nipples, and said with a sensual smile: "I think we certainly can." As their lips touched for the first time in a soft sensual kiss both women felt a flood of sexual desire wash through their aroused bodies. And their kiss quickly became deeper, wetter, more passionate, as their tongues melted together and duelled for supremacy. After a few moments they broke the kiss and paused for breath. "Well, well," laughed Janet. "I certainly wasn't expecting this when I left church this morning. "Mmmm," breathed Mary. "You never know who you're going to meet in a small town." Both laughed then embraced again in a new kiss as their hands began to roam in growing excitement, feeling each other's bodies. "Oh my," said Janet breaking the kiss. "Um – how much time do you think we have?" Mary glanced at the grandfather clock ticking patiently in the corner. "I'd say about two hours." "Good," said Janet, looking down at Mary's chest. "Because I just have to see those gorgeous breasts of yours. May I?" "Of course," replied Janet with lust in her eyes, and thrust her chest out towards her new friend. Janet quickly began to unbutton Mary's blouse – letting her fingertips graze the exposed skin and making the wetness pool in Mary's excited quim. Mary gasped at the erotic touches and couldn't wait to bare her breasts for this gorgeous mature woman. Janet quickly pushed the blouse off Mary's shoulders leaving Mary to deal with cuffs. She then slid the bra straps down Mary's arms and reached behind her to unclasp the bra. Mary shrugged out of the satin bra cups leaving her plump but firm breasts naked to Janet's appreciative gaze. After a moment Mary laughed, lifted them in her own hands and said: "Well don't just stare at them. These babies need some close attention." Janet smiled with delight and reached out to cup the luscious flesh in her palms and tweak the large nipples. She rolled them with her thumb and fingers, pinching them lightly, and then, in response to Mary's moans, she dipped her head to begin suckling the engorged tips. Mary felt jets of lust speeding from her nipples to her clit and rapidly swelling pussy lips. She closed her eyes to savour the delicious sensations of Janet's lips, tongue and teeth on her aching breasts. She arched her back and pressed the back of Janet's head to increase the pressure. Janet spent several minutes tantalising each of Janet's breasts, sucking and biting the pearly flesh, licking round the areolae and flicking the sensitive peaks, surprising Mary by bringing her close to orgasm. Mary finally pulled Janet's face up to hers and forced her tongue into the other woman's mouth. The kiss was almost brutal in its hunger. Janet moaned with pleasure. "Now you," commanded Mary. "Let me see those tempting boobs of yours." Janet smiled and reached behind to lower the zip of her tight red dress. She then turned to Mary inviting her to finish the job. With a lascivious chuckle Mary grabbed the shoulders of the dress and tugged it down. She was delighted to see that the dress had sewn-in bra cups and there was no actual brassiere to impede access to Janet's naked chest. With the dress bunched around her waist Janet arched her back to lift her naked C-cup breasts for Mary attention. Though childbirth and breast-feeding had taken their toll on Janet's breasts they were still full and firm, with a fine network of matronly stretch marks to pique Mary's excitement. She reached out to cup them in her palms, caressing them, squeezing them gently and rolling the nipples lightly with her thumbs. Janet moaned: "Ohh fuck, yes! Pinch them! Hurt them!" Mary complied happily, her own excitement spurred by Janet's language. She took each proud nipple between thumb and forefinger and pinched it. "Ooohh yesss," gasped Janet. "Harder!" Mary grinned in lustful excitement and dug her fingernails into the rubbery nubs, making Janet cry out in pain and excitement. After several moments of this torture Mary's mouth replaced her fingers and she hungrily sucked on Janet's abused nipples, soothing them with her lips and tongue. Janet looked down to see Mary's mouth at work on her tender flesh and felt an inevitable deep longing between her legs. She grasped Mary's chin in one hand and lifted her face for another kiss. "Where can we go?" Mary smiled and stood to lead Janet by the hand into the guest bedroom. They stood facing each other as they shed their remaining clothes – each enjoying the revealed delights of the other's body. Mary marvelled at Janet's lean, muscular form and the naked invitation of her completely bald pussy, while Janet thrilled to see Mary's womanly curves, the full luscious fall of her large breasts and her rounded hips and bottom. Mary's pussy was partially hidden by a neatly trimmed thatch of light brown hair – but was soon fully exposed when Janet pushed her down onto the queen-size bed and spread Mary's legs. "Oh yes, " Janet hissed with a fire of lust burning in her dark eyes. "Welcome to my one-horse town." And with that she knelt on the floor between Mary's legs and wasted no time in applying her lips and tongue liberally to Mary's slick, swollen cunt. It took just seconds for Janet's tongue on Mary's clit – and Janet's fingers in Mary's pussy - to bring the larger woman to a gut-tightening orgasm. Mary thrashed in the throes of climax and Janet clung to her, using her lips, tongue and even her chin to maintain pressure on the other woman's clitoris, till Mary had to thrust her away to end the too-sensitive stimulation. Janet crawled up onto the bed, lowering her body onto Mary, mound to mound, belly to belly and stiff nipples to stiff nipples – luxuriating in the sinful skin-on-skin feel of the larger women. Mary enjoyed this contact just as much and clasped Janet to her sweating flesh – kissing the leaner woman and tasting her own nectar on Janet's tongue. Then followed an hour of reciprocal lovemaking. Mary spent long minutes exploring Janet's body with her lips and tongue, bringing the leaner woman to a high state of anticipation, before zeroing in on Janet's smooth, hairless pussy. She licked slowly up and down the satiny lips, pressing her tongue deeper with each pass till she was actually tongue-fucking Janet, making her dig in her heels and lift her hips off the bed to increase the pressure and reach her peak. But Mary was having none of that. She delayed Janet's ultimate pleasure till she had thoroughly aroused the woman, moving from her swollen cleft to her clit and back again – driving Janet mad with desire. Finally, Mary homed in with purpose on Janet's clit, sucking sharply on the throbbing nub. As Janet's gasps of pleasure heightened, Mary vigorously flicked her clit with the tip of her tongue and curled two fingers into Janet to press on her G-spot – making her new lover shriek with pleasure and rocket over the edge. As Janet convulsed in orgasmic bliss Mary felt the warm squirt of Janet's cum on the palm of her hand and that sent a small unexpected orgasm coursing through her own body. The women collapsed together, their bodies slick with sweat, saliva and cum – breathing deeply to catch their breath. After a few moments Janet raised herself on one elbow and traced a fingertip around Mary's still aroused nipples. Then a queer expression crossed Janet's face. "What is it?" Mary asked, intrigued. "Oh," Janet laughed. "I was just thinking of what your daughter would say if she knew what went on here this morning. She's such a dear, innocent thing." But the tone of her voice gave Mary pause. She tilted her head and looked searchingly at Janet. "Oh my God!" Mary smirked. "You came round here this morning hoping it might be Chelsea you could seduce into bed, didn't you." Janet at least had the decency to blush. "Well," she conceded. "That might be so – but then can you blame me?" Mary smiled. "No, I can't say I do blame you. At all!" "Really?" Janet raised one eyebrow. "A-huh," admitted Mary. "I've wanted to fuck that tight young body ever since the first time I met her." "Oooh," enthused Janet squeezing Mary's breast. "Can you imagine the feel of that slim young body in your arms; those tiny taut breasts and the taste of that tight, tight pussy? Oh Jesus Christ!" "Well, get in line sister!" Mary said in mock reproach. "If anyone's going to sample that ripe young body, it will be me. I saw her first!" Janet laughed: "Oh all right. As long as you tell me all about it and let me go second." "Hmmm," Mary considered that prospect. "That would be OK – if and when it ever happens of course. I'm not sure it's even possible with Chelsea. She's so damned naïve." "But that," protested Janet. "Is your greatest advantage. She won't even know what's happening till it's too late." "Maybe," said Mary thoughtfully. She ran the flat of her hand down Janet's tummy and let her index finger slide further down between the lips of Janet's pussy gathering some of her lingering wetness. She raised the finger to her lips to suck it clean then placed a loud smacking kiss on Janet's lips. "But now my new-found friend – I think we had better get decent before you know who gets back." Twenty minutes later the two women were showered, dressed and poised for farewell at the front door. "How long are you in town?" asked Janet, kissing Mary lightly on the lips. "Well," said Mary. "It was supposed to be for a week. But perhaps I could extend my visit." "Lovely," said Janet. "I think I should invite you to my next coffee morning." "I'll look forward to it," replied Mary. Again Janet's eyes shone with a look of lust. "Ooooh, if only we could share Chelsea between us, that would be so goddamn hot!" Mary laughed and tweaked one of Janet's nipples through her dress. "Can you imagine what that cute bottom would look like, bent over naked in front of us?" Longing for Chelsea Pt. 02 Author's note: Thanks for the positive feedback on the first part of this tale. When I started it I wasn't even sure it would have a sequel but now I can see it as a short series. This second part is probably more sensual than outright sexual and it serves mainly to advance the plot – but I hope to reward my readers' patience in the next instalment. As always comments and feedback are very welcome. ***** Mary woke the next morning to the unfamiliar sound of magpies warbling in the trees. It was going to be a hot day. She pushed off the covers, threw off her cotton nightgown and stretched – luxuriating in the soft bed and in her nakedness. The bedside clock said 8.20 and the house was silent. She knew David had early calls to make and perhaps Chelsea had gone with him. Her thoughts turned almost immediately to yesterday's erotic encounter with Janet Deane. She still could not believe her luck in meeting Janet in this "one-horse town". The brunette in her mid-forties had such a hot body and Mary's hands slipped between her legs thinking about the taste of Janet's slick cunt and the possibilities of their next encounter. But inevitably, fingering her clit triggered mental images of Chelsea. Her daughter – well, technically her step-daughter-in-law – was an older woman's dream. At 22, Chelsea had what Mary considered to be the perfect body. She was about five feet six in her bare feet with a slim shape that was toned and still retained the tan of her former beach-side life. She had blonde hair – cut quite short since she'd moved to the country – and a lovely face with even, white teeth and deep blue eyes. But as usual, it was the young woman's breasts that aroused the sharpest pangs of desire in Mary. Chelsea's A-cup breasts were so goddamn perky and Mary longed to see them naked. She imagined her nipples would be petite and tight like the rest of her body. Mary dipped her fingertips into her now sopping pussy and brought one hand up to anoint her own nipples with her nectar. She rolled, pinched and then flicked them in turn, making them hard and tingly. By lifting her breasts and bending her neck she could easily suck on her excited nubs and taste her own wanton desire. Her other hand was busy delving more deeply inside her – flexing and stretching her cleft. She moaned at the pleasure now vibrating through her body and the thrumming of her fingers made her gasp and give an involuntary cry... then she heard something. A creak of floorboards outside her door. She froze – straining upwards with her heels dug into the bed and her ass off the mattress. Then she heard what sounded like a slight shuffling of feet and she glanced down to see the shadows of two feet at the bottom of the door. Someone was standing there. And listening. A rush of excitement shot through Mary. Could it be Chelsea out there listening? Options flashed quickly through her mind and she bit her bottom lip. Dared she? Oh yes she dared! She resumed her masturbation – quietly at first then with louder moans and gasps – using one hand inside and the other on her swollen clit - all the while watching those shadows on the floor. The thought that Chelsea might be hearing her sent her excitement through the roof and the sounds of Mary's ecstatic moans were soon joined by the creaking of the bed as she squirming and bucked. She used her upper arms to squeeze the generous cushions of her breasts together as she desperately finger-fucked herself and it wasn't long before she reached a shuddering climax, crying out in abandon before collapsing back into the mattress. She breathed deeply as her heart rate slowed and looked over to the door in time to see the shadows move quickly away in the direction of the kitchen. Mary pondered the implications of this. Critically, the listener had not departed till her performance had climaxed – literally. If it had been Chelsea – and Mary was convinced that it had been her – this might prove to be the opening that Mary had been seeking. A small rush of sexual adrenaline coursed through her as she contemplated the possibilities. Half an hour later, showered and dressed, Mary entered the kitchen to see her daughter hunched over a newspaper crossword puzzle. Chelsea was still in her white cotton nightgown and had a cup of coffee in front of her. "Good morning," said Mary brightly. Chelsea returned her greeting without looking up. Her whole demeanour was clearly tense and Mary was now convinced it had been Chelsea listening at her bedroom door. "My, I slept so soundly last night. It must be this fresh country air. Is there any more of that coffee?" asked Mary standing at the other side of the table. "Oh of course," replied Chelsea, still not meeting Mary's eye, and jumping up to pour a cup from the still-steaming percolator. Mary looked keenly at her young daughter. The light from the kitchen window made Chelsea's nightgown slightly translucent. Mary detected white bikini panties beneath the nightie but could see no sign of a bra-strap. Chelsea's hand was shaking slightly as she placed the coffee cup on the table in front of Mary. "Would you like some breakfast too?" she asked, with a slight nervous strain in her voice. Mary was worried by Chelsea's apparent anxiety. Was she dismayed at what she'd heard through Mary's bedroom door? Or aroused? Mary hoped fervently it was the latter. "Just some toast would be lovely thanks," she replied. She enjoyed watching Chelsea move about the kitchen. That nightgown was too damn loose to give her any decent glimpses of Chelsea's body – yet it did have a scoop neck... so... When Chelsea was seated again over her crossword, Mary rose casually and went round to look over her shoulder. As she'd hoped the loose nightgown had ballooned open slightly and Mary was rewarded with a heart-stopping view of one smooth, petite breast. She swallowed hard and tried to control her voice when she placed a motherly hand on Chelsea's shoulder and said: "Perfect." "What?" asked Chelsea glancing up. Mary smiled. "Fourteen down: 'Peerless' – six letters. The answer is 'perfect'." "Oh," said Chelsea. "Of course, thanks." "You're welcome," breathed Mary with her eyes still fixed on that pert breast and it's lovely coral bead. This time when Chelsea glanced up she clearly saw the direction of Mary's gaze and looked down to see her exposed breast and quickly clapped a hand to her chest. "Oh," she exclaimed in confusion and embarrassment. "I'm sorry. I – uh – I wasn't thinking." "Oh nonsense!" chided Mary gently. "You have nothing to be embarrassed about, especially not with me. Besides..." said Mary and reached down to take Chelsea's hand away from her chest. "You are absolutely beautiful and should never be ashamed of your lovely body." And with that, in the most natural way in the world, Mary slipped her hand into the front of Chelsea's gown and cupped it over that perfect breast. The feel of the impossibly silky skin and tiny hard nipple sent electric sparks from Mary's palm to her own nipples and down to her clit. She briefly squeezed the warm, firm orb, gently pinching the nipple between her thumb and the edge of her palm. It was over in a second and she withdrew her hand leaving Chelsea stunned and even more confused. "Oh my! Mary!" she stammered. Mary stifled her own excitement and merely laughed in a casual way. "Oh, I'm sorry my darling, I didn't mean to shock you. But you're just so lovely and you deserve to be admired." She bent to give Chelsea a companionable kiss on the cheek then retreated to her own side of the table. She desperately wanted to slip that nightgown down to Chelsea's waist and give those gorgeous boobs the kind of loving they deserved. But she knew she had gone as far as she dared – for now. She didn't want to frighten the young woman. And from the evidence she could see now at the front of Chelsea's nightgown – two tiny points of arousal – she had clearly excited Chelsea as much as she had shocked her. But the young woman was still bright red. "Oh look at you!" teased Mary. "What a pretty blush. Surely it's not the first time you've been touched like that?" "Oh – uh – n-no," Chelsea stammered. "At least not –um..." But she dried up in confusion. Mary laughed, now feeling fully in charge of this flirtation: "You mean never by a woman?" Chelsea smiled prettily. "Well, yes. But also never so..." She stopped and looked down at her paper. "Never so gently," she finally whispered. "Oh, I see," replied Mary, fixing her with an inquisitive eye. "Is David never gentle then?" "Oh no – I mean – um – he is but ..." Mary smiled and raised a finger to stop her: "Sshhh – I know exactly what you're going to say. His father was exactly the same – quite gentle but shall we say not very sensual? Perhaps not very skilful? In bed?" Chelsea's deeper blush told Mary she had guessed correctly. "Oh my dear I am sorry for you. But perhaps you can guide him. Couldn't you tell him how you like to be touched?" Chelsea's eyes bulged in alarm. "Oh Mary, no. I couldn't! We never – we never talk about such things." Mary reached across the table and took both of Chelsea's hands in hers to give them a warm squeeze. "Well my darling, now you can talk to me!" "Oh Mary can I? Really?" There was clear relief in Chelsea's question. "Of course. I'm sure there's a lot I could – um – teach you." "It's just that – well, there's so much I don't know – you know, about how to please David." "Well," said Mary. "I think you need to learn something more important first." "Really?" asked the doe-eyed Chelsea. "Yes, my beautiful young girl. You need to learn how to please yourself!" Suddenly they heard David's car pull into the attached garage. Damn him, cursed Mary to herself. "But let's talk more about that later," said Mary and rose to leave the kitchen. But before she reached the door Chelsea said: "Mary?" She turned to see Chelsea also standing and looking at her expectantly. "Yes my darling?" "Do you... do you really think I'm beautiful?" The shyness and blatant need in Chelsea's words made Mary's heart melt and her pussy swell. She stepped forward to close the gap between them and took Chelsea's face in both her hands. "Oh you sweet thing," she said and placed a soft kiss on Chelsea's lips. "I think you're the most beautiful – the most exquisite – and ..." she let her hands slip deliberately down to cup each of Chelsea's breasts and squeeze them through the thin material, "...the most desirable young woman I've ever met." And with that obviously sexual overture left hanging in the air, she spun away and left the kitchen just as the door from the garage swung open. Maddeningly, for the rest of the day her son lingered about the house – frustrating Mary's desire to be alone with Chelsea. And Chelsea was completely constrained – giving Mary no clue as to how her daughter-in-law felt about their earlier conversation. The remembered caresses of the morning tormented Mary, forcing her to twice seek the solace of masturbation – once in the toilet, stifling her orgasm to prevent David from hearing, and again that night when she bathed before bed. So it wasn't till the next morning that Mary found Chelsea alone again in the kitchen - this time wearing a light kimono-style robe. Mary herself was in a white towelling robe, naked underneath. Chelsea was clearly nervous after yesterday's kitchen encounter and moved about constantly – making inane small talk. Mary watched her patiently till the chatter subsided and the two women were standing facing each other on either side of the kitchen. They could hardly be more of a contrast – the young woman, at 22, petite, girlish and unconsciously elegant – and the older, at 49, full-figured with voluptuous breasts, a nicely rounded belly and sensual hips. The silence stretched between them and to Mary's surprise it was Chelsea who first mentioned the sexual elephant in the room. "Mary, I ... I've been thinking about the things you said yesterday about ... well you know, about ... giving pleasure..." she averted her eyes. "... and taking it." "Yes?" Mary prompted gently. And then it all poured out of Chelsea: her repressed childhood and up-bringing; her inexperience before marriage; David's lack of attention in the bedroom; her suspicion that there must be something more – that she was missing out some how; and finally her overriding guilt at the wicked feelings she couldn't repress – at the thoughts that plagued her daily and her desire for things she knew were sinful. As she expressed these things she became more and more agitated, wringing her hands and averting her eyes from Mary's close scrutiny. All the while Mary watched her, growing more and more excited by the possibilities opening to her and pondering just how naked Chelsea might be under her light kimono. Finally, when Chelsea's confessions dried up, Mary smiled and said: "Chelsea darling, would it comfort you to know that almost every woman feels the kinds of things you've just told me?" Chelsea looked up in surprise. "Really? Do they?" "Oh yes, and there's absolutely no reason to feel guilty about taking – and giving pleasure to others. Especially sexual pleasure. It's entirely natural, you know." "Y-yes," stammered Chelsea. "I know God gave us sexual feelings for a reason. But sometimes I feel that I want ... um ... that what I want isn't ... um ... appropriate..." she finished weekly. Mary's pulse quickened at this crucial confession. "Tell me," she asked quietly. "How did you feel when I touched you yesterday ... here?" Mary placed a hand on her own left breast over her bathrobe. Chelsea blushed deeply and looked away. "Oh Mary..." she almost whispered. "It felt wonderful." "Did it excite you?" Mary persisted. Chelsea glanced at her nervously, licked her lips and nodded briefly. "And did it feel – wrong?" This time when Chelsea spoke she looked directly into Mary's eyes: "No Mary ... it didn't," she said with simple conviction. "In fact ... it felt so right." Mary's body was now throbbing with excitement. Her nipples were hard as pebbles and she felt the warm oozing of moisture in the folds of her sex. Mary paused for a moment then quietly asked: "Would you like me to touch you like that again?" The sexual tension in the air was electric as the two women gazed at one another. The colour heightened in Chelsea's cheeks but still she held Mary's gaze. The silence stretched on for what seemed an eternity. Then, slowly, Chelsea raised her hands to the lapels of her kimono and drew them apart, deliberately exposing her naked breasts to Mary's rapt gaze. Chelsea breathed in deeply making the perfect A-cup mounds lift. Her delicate pink nipples were tightly puckered. She let her hands fall to her sides again and lifted her chin, keeping her eyes locked on Mary. For her part, Mary feasted her eyes on the perfect mounds of Chelsea's tits. Then, just as slowly Mary, pulled apart the sides of her own bathrobe, exposing her lush, heavy breasts to Chelsea's avid gaze. Mary too breathed deeply and arched her back to make her breasts lift. She saw the pulse at the base of Chelsea's throat beating madly and then, slowly, deliberately, she walked across the kitchen, closing the gap between them. She stopped only inches from Chelsea and, as she had done yesterday, she took the beautiful young woman's face in her hands, tilted it up, and pressed her own soft full mouth to Chelsea's waiting lips. The kiss was tender and soft and their tongues flicked briefly before Mary pulled back, looked down, and leaned forward, bringing the warm yielding flesh of her large breasts into direct contact with the taut firmness of Chelsea's perfect tits. The two women moaned in unison at the exquisite feeling of flesh on flesh, then Mary again captured Chelsea's mouth in a deep, warm, wet kiss that lasted for long minutes. Finally Mary released Chelsea's face, stepped back and brought her hands up to cup the impossibly lovely breasts presented to her. She rolled the nipples lightly, then more firmly, making Chelsea gasp. Mary's pulse was racing in synch with Chelsea's as she smiled at her. When she spoke her voice was almost hoarse with desire. "And here beginneth the lesson," she said, then lowered her head to let her wet mouth close over the petite orb of her daughter's right breast. To be continued. Longing for Chelsea Pt. 03 Author's note: To my loyal - and new - readers, thanks again for the votes and comments. Love getting your feedback. This story works better if you've read the first two parts. Probably a couple more to come. And for those who feel part two ended too soon - I only have so much time to write and I feel it's better to post shorter segments regularly than longer ones less often. Hope you enjoy this latest instalment. ***** Chelsea Collins watched in awe as her husband's stepmother lowered her face to Chelsea's right breast and captured it in her mouth. Chelsea had never felt anything so exquisite. Her pulse raced and adrenaline shot through her body, waking pleasure centres she never knew existed. She moaned loudly as her mother suckled her tender flesh. Chelsea's nipple responded to Mary Morgan's lips and tongue – growing even harder at the warm wet suction. She closed her eyes to savour the moment and felt sparks of pleasure igniting her other nipple, her clitoris and the rapidly swelling lips of her sex. But the small part of Chelsea's brain not given over to sexual sensation raced with conflicting thoughts. This was wrong. This was taboo. But, oh lord, it was fantastic. This was the kind of pleasure Chelsea had long suspected was missing from her life. And words she could never express tumbled through her mind. Passionate words – dirty words – words that made her sex grow even more moist and drip into her panties. Almost of their own volition Chelsea's hands moved to the back of Mary's head pressing the older woman's beautiful face harder against Chelsea's hungry flesh. Then she cried out as she felt Mary's teeth on the tender tip of her breast – teeth that teased and gently bit, and then drew out her nipple, stretching it before letting it snap back. For her part, Mary Morgan was enraptured by the taste and feel of Chelsea's firm breast flesh. She surrendered the nipple reluctantly and pulled her head back to gaze on the youthful mounds of flesh before her. The skin of Chelsea's taut A-cup breasts was flawless and her small coral-pink nipples were perfectly formed – the right one now glistening with a drop of saliva. Mary's own body was blazing with sexual heat. Her heart was hammering with erotic anticipation – her own nipples were aching for attention and she felt the lips of her cunt swelling with wanton need. But Mary was content to wait. She had dreamed of this moment for so long. She couldn't believe she was actually taking command of her daughter's tight body – and she focussed all of her attention on bringing sexual satisfaction to her step-son's young bride. Mary glanced up to the see the smoky lust reflected in Chelsea's eyes then moved her head to claimed the young woman's other supple tit. Again Chelsea felt an electric tide of pleasure wash through her body as Mary claimed her straining left nipple. She wanted this so badly. And she wanted so much more. She wanted to satisfy every secret, dirty fantasy she had ever entertained – the fantasies that made her cry in frustration while her vicar husband snored beside her – the fantasies that triggered equal parts of guilt and erotic excitement in her ripe, yearning body. Emboldened by desire, Chelsea moved her hands from Mary's head and reached down to feel for the soft cushions of her mother's tits which had spilled from her towelling bath robe and now hung down, full and heavy. She let instinct guide her hands as they squeezed the nipples – so much bigger than her own – and was gratified to hear a moan escape from the lips sucking eagerly at her left breast. And suddenly Mary was kissing her again, and Chelsea surrendered to the sensations of soft lips and melting tongues. Mary broke the kiss to ask in a voice trembling with lust: "When will David be back?" Chelsea felt a flash of shame and guilt at the mention of her husband's name but didn't hesitate to reply: "Not till after lunch. He's visiting one of the farms." "Do you need to be anywhere else this morning?" Chelsea shook her head. Mary's eyes blazed with wicked intensity: "Ooooh, so we have all morning to continue our ... lessons?" Chelsea swallowed hard at the implications of these words but her body vibrated with excitement as she locked her eyes on Mary's and nodded. After another brief but deep French kiss Mary took Chelsea's hand and led her into the guest bedroom. She positioned Chelsea with her back to the bed and fixed her own dark brown eyes on Chelsea's deep blue pools. "Do you trust me?" she asked and saw doubt flicker in Chelsea's eyes before the young woman's whispered reply. "Yes." Naked lust gleamed in Mary's eyes as she stepped forward and peeled the colourful kimono-robe off Chelsea's shoulders, letting it drop behind to pool at her feet. Now Chelsea stood before Mary – trembling slightly – in only her virginal, white – and now very damp - cotton panties. Mary allowed her gaze to wander over the nubile young body. Chelsea's skin retained something of its summer tan and Mary was charmed by the chaste pale bikini outlines at her boobs. No topless sunbathing here mused Mary. Her daughter's body was all that she expected it to be: slender and lithe with a smooth flat tummy, prominent hip bones and slim, well-toned legs. Mary knelt in front of Chelsea and slid her palms up the outside of the young woman's thighs. She gently squeezed her hips before using her fingers to slide the white panties down Chelsea's legs. She lifted Chelsea's feet to shed the panties then gazed up to the ultimate prize. Chelsea's small neat pussy was barely hidden beneath a soft brush of almost transparent hair. Mary's eyes blazed again when she saw the soft gleam of moisture already beading the lips. She wanted so badly to feed on that pearly nectar but again restrained her own needs. She rose and stepped forward again to hold Chelsea's chin in one hand. She leaned in to kiss the beautiful young face – on the forehead, on each closed eyelid, on the tip of the nose, the lips, then along the jawline to the side of the neck, where she lingered to suck on the clear flesh. Then she dipped her head to place a softy kiss on each nipple before pushing Chelsea back to lie on the bed with her legs dangling over the edge. Mary's pulse raced with renewed lust at the sight of her young daughter, lying naked and vulnerable before her. She saw Chelsea's eyes follow every move as she undid the sash of her own bathrobe and let it slide off her shoulders, leaving her proud, lush, matronly body naked to Chelsea's avid gaze. Then Mary climbed onto the bed and knelt beside Chelsea. She took Chelsea's hands and raised them above her head, making her girlish breasts flatten and almost disappear. Then Mary allowed her own hands to roam at will over her daughter-in-law's smooth flesh. She kneaded her shoulders, squeezed her nipples, let her nails rake lightly over the clear flesh of Chelsea's belly – making her suck in her tummy and lift her hips. Mary trailed light caresses down her arms and thighs but deliberately avoided the tempting rise of her mons. Finally, Mary straddled Chelsea's hips, letting her own dripping pussy lips press onto Mary's pubis – and leaned forward to let her breasts caress Chelsea's body, rolling her shoulders so that her large, bullet-hard nipples touched and flicked the sharp points of Chelsea's own excited beads. Throughout this erotic massage Chelsea felt powerless to do anything but allow her mother to excite every part of her body. Still, guilt vied with lust for supremacy in Chelsea's reeling mind, but her own moans and the excitement coursing through her body left her in no doubt of what she really wanted. What she needed. What she hungered for. Finally, Mary eased off the bed and smiled down at Chelsea. She grabbed the two pillows from the head of the bed and propped them under Chelsea's shoulders and head. She grinned at the puzzled expression on Chelsea's face, bent to kiss her lips and said: "I want to be able to see your face." Then she knelt on the floor in front of Chelsea and gently parted the young woman's legs. She lifted Chelsea's feet to rest her heels on the edge of the bed and forced her knees as wide apart as they would go. Chelsea gasped in embarrassment - and lust - as her vagina was fully exposed to the older woman. For her part, Mary gazed in wonder at the perfect pussy before her. She had dreamed so long of this moment that she wanted to savour every sensation: the sight of Chelsea's flat tummy, taut breasts and beautiful face; the exciting view of the trim slit of Chelsea's tiny quim; the sounds of Chelsea's excited breathing; the heady scent of Chelsea's excitement; the feel of Chelsea's velvet skin as she ran her palms down the insides of her daughter's thighs. Then finally, she used her thumbs to part the delicate petals of Chelsea's flower and, with their eyes locked, she dipped her head to taste the sweet nectar of Chelsea's silken cunt. An almost violent pleasure shot through Chelsea's body at the touch of Mary's tongue and she jack-knifed for a second or two before settling back on her elbows to watch Mary's loving assault on her trembling flesh. Mary let just the tip of her tongue tease and taste the slick young pussy – delighting in the moans and laboured breathing coming from Chelsea's throat. She alternately licked and sucked gently on the outer lips before flattening her tongue and pressing inward to gather the abundant nectar inside Chelsea's tender quim. She licked the inner lips and pressed her face closer till she was slowly but repeatedly tongue-fucking her daughter. Chelsea gasped and raised her hips trying to increase the pleasure – desperately seeking release from the tumult of pent up arousal that was making her head spin and her heart thrash in her chest. Involuntary words spilled from her lips: "Ohhhh yesssss. Oh my God ... oh Mary... oh please yes – yess – yessssss." Mary applied her lips and tongue skilfully to build that heavenly torture in Chelsea. Then, when she the young woman's pleas turned to desperate whimpers, Mary transferred her attention to Chelsea's delicate clit and used the pointed tip of her tongue to unsheathe the tiny bud and flick it repeatedly. The reaction was immediate and immense. Chelsea's bottom lifted off the bed and she howled like a wild animal as the first powerful orgasm of her life exploded deep in her streaming pussy. Mary held onto Chelsea's thighs, drilling her tongue mercilessly onto her sexual nerve centre – prolonging the climax for Chelsea and causing her own body to pulsate with a spontaneous orgasm. Chelsea continued to cry out as wave after wave of pleasure convulsed her body. She gyrated against Mary's persistent tongue till finally she collapsed trembling onto her back and Mary lifted her glistening face from her daughter's still pulsating cunt. Mary vibrated – glowed – with pleasure at what she had done for the beautiful young woman and she knew this was only the beginning. There was so much more she could teach her – so much more pleasure she could take herself from Chelsea's delectable body. As she lay catching her breath, with one wet cheek on Chelsea's tummy, she heard her phone 'ping' on the bedside table. She raised her head and saw that it was message from Janet Deane. To be continued. Longing for Chelsea Janet again raised an eyebrow at Mary. "Wow, do I deduce that you enjoy some occasional ass play?" "Mmmmm," Mary replied with a sly smile. "Well then," said Janet, reaching around to run one finger down the crease of Mary's ass through her tight skirt. "I'll definitely have to invite you to one of my 'coffee mornings'." With that Janet gave Mary one more lingering, tongue-swirling kiss and Mary watched her trim hips and tight bottom disappear down the path of the rectory. To be continued.