Debrah was a forty-five-year-old housewife with two daughters, one in high school and the other in college. She had long, curly blonde hair, blue eyes, and a fit figure, which she maintained by working out at the local gym. The reason she spent so much time at the gym was that her sex life had dried up like a puddle under the hot summer sun. Not counting herself, it had been over six months since she last had sex.
Mike had been busy working overtime at his company, leaving no time for her or her sexual needs. She was unaware that he had started an affair with his attractive young new secretary. The woman seduced him one night while working late by performing oral sex on him, and has been sleeping with him ever since.
Her husband, Mike, and their daughter, Beth, went camping, leaving her alone for a few days. She planned to ease her sexual frustration with a bottle of wine and a vibrator. It saddened her that her sex life had come down to this: cheap wine and a loud buzzing toy. She yearns to feel another person’s touch and the thrusting of a cock between her legs.
Debrah was still beautiful, even though her breasts sagged slightly and there were lines around her eyes. Because of her intense workout, she regained her figure to what it had been before the kids. It didn’t help her to get her husband’s attention, but she had turned a few guys at the gym’s heads.
She wasn’t the cheating type, but the lack of sex was changing that. Debrah started fantasizing about other men she saw around town and at the gym where she works out. Those fantasies grew over the months to the point where she would stare hungrily at other men’s crotches in public.
After her husband pulled out of the driveway, she headed upstairs and stripped off all her clothes. Putting on a pink robe, she then went downstairs to retrieve a glass and a bottle of wine from the fridge. She didn’t bother tying the robe and got a thrill from the idea that someone could see through her window. Debrah sought her thrills however she could, since her husband no longer gave them to her.
As soon as she opened the fridge, she heard a knock at the door, let out a sigh, and tied her robe. All she wanted was to please herself, and whoever was at the door was preventing her from doing so. When she opened it, she saw her daughter’s friend, Ashley, standing there with a ditzy expression, showing no intelligence.
The girl was cute in a naive, dumb blonde kind of way, with an aura of innocence. She had shoulder-length blonde hair with a green headband, gray, spacey eyes, and wore an orange sleeveless shirt and a green plaid skirt. Ashley was the same age as her daughter, Beth, who was eighteen, and had been friends since they started high school.
She envied Ashley’s body and wished she looked as youthful. She had a petite frame, not as sexy as a model’s but natural for her age. Ashley’s breasts weren’t as big as hers; they were a little larger than a mouthful and the perfect size to be suckled on. Debrah thought the girl was so clueless and gullible that she wouldn’t be surprised if she were tricked into having sex.
Boys always tried to trick girls into having sex, and one of her dates even told her that a guy could die from blue balls. She didn’t fall for it, and he didn’t get lucky or die that night. Debrah missed those days when boys tried to sleep with her and would do anything to be desired like that again.
“Sorry, Ashley, but Beth isn’t here right now. She and her father went camping for a few days. They wanted to have a father-daughter trip before going off to college,” Debrah said with a bright smile.
The girl smiled back and said, “I didn’t come to see Beth, but you, Miss Stevenson. I was wondering if I could ask something quite personal?”
“Sure, just let me pour myself a drink, and we can talk,” Debrah replied as she opened the door wider to let the girl in.
After pouring some Chardonnay into a glass, she sat down with the girl on the couch. Not wanting to be rude to her daughter’s friend, she didn’t see it as a problem and figured she had all night to indulge herself. She would listen to her for a few minutes, then offer some advice and send her out the door for much-needed me-time.
“Do you know anything about masturbation?” Ashley asked, her face confused and innocent.
Debrah spat out some of her drink and nearly choked on the rest after hearing Ashley’s words. Too shocked to respond, she just looked at the girl, panic-stricken, trying to think of something to say. Before she could form any words in her head, the girl continued with the taboo topic.
“Is it weird that I’ve never done it before?” Ashley asked, puzzled. “I don’t even know how. Have you ever masturbated, Miss Stevenson?”
Finally, mustering the courage to speak, Debrah blurted out, “That is a very inappropriate thing to ask, Ashley, especially to the mother of one of your friends.”
“I’m sorry about that! It is just that this isn’t something I could talk to my mother about. I always thought you were cool and gave good advice. I am sorry that I upset you and will go now,” Ashley said as shame and embarrassment formed on her face.
Debrah felt guilty for snapping at the girl and didn’t mean to upset her. The girl was on the verge of tears; her nurturing instincts kicked in, and she wanted to help.
“It is okay, sit back down, and let’s talk a bit. What is this all about?”
“Thank you, Miss Stevenson! The girls at my school started making fun of me because I never masturbated, and they called me a freak,” Ashley said frantically.
“First off, you are not a freak. Masturbation is a form of self-love, and sometimes it takes time to learn to love yourself. You are just a late bloomer,” Debrah said with a kind smile.
“How do you love yourself, Miss Stevenson?” Ashley asked with eyes full of innocence.
Debrah’s face flushed with embarrassment when asked such a personal question. She couldn’t believe she was about to have the sex talk with someone else’s daughter. Needing some liquid courage, she took a sip of her wine, letting it swirl around in her mouth before swallowing.
“First, find a safe place where you won’t be disturbed, like your bedroom or during a shower. Start touching yourself, exploring your breasts, especially your nipples, gently tweaking them between your fingers. You will begin to feel a strange yet wonderful sensation stirring in your stomach. Let it grow, don’t rush it, and when the moment feels right, slide your fingers inside you until the bubble inside you bursts,” Debrah said, while feeling excitement stir inside her.
She couldn’t believe how aroused she became from explaining how to masturbate and felt delightfully naughty about it. Debrah took another sip of her drink while enjoying the look on the girl’s face. It was full of shock and astonishment.
“You mean, you touched your pussy!” Ashley said in surprise.
Debrah found it cute how this innocent little girl said such a vulgar word so innocently. She was so unaware of the sex she could be having or the pleasure she could give herself. Masturbation can be a girl’s friend, and for her, it had been more, a much-needed lover.
“Do you masturbate, Miss Stevenson?”
“Every chance that I get,” Debrah shot back without thinking.
She regretted being that honest when the girl looked at her and down at her robe before replying, “Oh, I see!”
“You were going to masturbate, were you?” Ashley asked excitedly.
Debrah was surprised by the girl’s observation skill and thought she was too clueless to put it together. There was no sense hiding it because it was written all over her face.
Debrah felt her throat go dry as she uttered, “Yes, I was planning on loving myself tonight.”
She didn’t expect to be that honest or get the response that the girl gave. Ashley’s eyes widened with excitement at her confession, and she leaned in with too much interest.
“Can I watch?” Ashley said with too much eagerness.
“That would be improper, sweety,” Debrah said weakly. The idea didn’t sound bad to her, and it would be nice to share some intimacy with someone.
Ashley stood up and leaned over Debrah, “I won’t tell anyone, and it will be our little secret. I could learn so much from watching you.”
This is where Belinda’s spell took effect, changing the outcome between Debrah and Ashley. Fear stopped her from saying yes that night, worried about what people would think if they ever found out she was playing with herself in front of a teenage girl. This time, the fear was gone, replaced by a strong surge of sexual energy.
Unable to move, not from fear but from sexual excitement. She gazes into Ashley’s eyes as the girl tugs on her robe’s belt. She made no resistance as it was pushed open, revealing her nude body. It has aged, no longer youthful, smooth, or flawless as it once was. Breasts that sag slightly, stretch marks on her belly, and other signs that she was no longer the prize she once was in her youth.
Debrah was taken aback by Ashley’s word, “Beautiful!”
Tears welled in her eyes from being seen in such a light, even though it was by a girl; it still felt good to hear. This was something she longed for her husband to say, but hadn’t in a long time. If she were a guy, she would’ve given herself fully to him then and made love.
“Your beauty is flawless, Miss Stevenson,” Ashley said, her eyes scanning the woman’s body.
“Thank you for your kind words! Sit back, and I will let you watch, but just this once, okay,” Debrah said softly. The tone within her voice was mixed with arousal and love.
Ashley sat back down, watching her in a way that made her upcoming actions seem completely innocent. She wasn’t planning to teach the girl to cook, braid her hair, or anything like that. Instead, she was going to teach her how to touch herself and achieve orgasm.
Closing her eyes as she gently caresses her breasts, twisting her nipples and feeling them harden between her fingers, a moan slips out from her lips as she continues playing with them. She can’t believe she’s actually touching herself in front of this girl and how aroused it’s making her.
She lowered her hand as she spread her legs open, revealing her most sacred treasure to the girl. A patch of blonde hair with a thin line of pussy lips protruding between her legs. Her clitoris was small but visible and engorged from arousal. It also shone with moisture and emitted a sweet scent.
“You want to locate your clit, and it should be around here. Rub it gently as you insert fingers inside you with your other hand. Play with it as you finger yourself, find the speed you like best, and you’ll be cumming in no time,” Debrah moaned out every word with delight.
She stroked her clit as she slid her fingers in and out rapidly. An intense orgasm was building inside, stronger than any she had ever given herself. Debrah knew that doing something so taboo made what she was doing more pleasurable.
Opening her eyes while screaming, “I am going to cum! I am cumming!”
When she realized what she had just done, shame prevented her from meeting Ashley’s eyes. It had been the best sexual experience she’d had in years, and she knew it should never have happened. If anyone found out, it would have ruined more than her reputation. Sleeping with a much younger man might have been more acceptable, but what she did was almost like lesbianism.
Ashley stood up, leaning over Debrah once more, and said before kissing her cheek, “Thank you! That was amazing, and I learned a lot. I got to go now, Miss Stevenson.”
Debrah didn’t bother tying her robe as she finished her wine with one last gulp before heading upstairs. After lying on her bed and reflecting on what she just did, she couldn’t deny that she enjoyed it. Reaching for her vibrator, she pleasured herself with it while fantasizing that Ashley was there watching her. Another orgasm surged through her, washing away her shame and replacing it with forbidden desires.
The next day, Debrah couldn’t get what she did out of her head. She masturbated throughout the day while replaying last night in her mind. Part of her knew it was wrong, while another part wanted to repeat last night’s event. When she heard a knock on her door, she felt a sense of excitement, hoping it was Ashley.
A big smile spread across her face when she saw it was the girl standing there. She was dressed in a white blouse and a red plaid skirt, smiling mischievously. Debrah let her in, not out of courtesy, but hoping to repeat what happened last night. She was still chasing the high that came from it, still feeling lonely and desperately needing to fill the void inside her.
“I tried doing what you taught me, Miss Stevenson, but I am still not getting it right. Can we go over it again?”
A thrill shot through her as she replied, “Of course, sweety.”
It was the first time she ever felt eager to do something mischievous with another girl. A small spark of sin can corrupt a soul, and for someone as desperate as Debrah, it didn’t take much. Someone lonely like her, with the need to feel passion, could easily be drawn in by another’s charm.
“Miss Stevenson, let us go to your room, and we can do it together. If I make a mistake, you’ll be there to show me how it’s done,” Ashley said in a way, like what she was proposing was perfectly innocent.
Debrah felt a thrill at the indecent proposal; she quickly agreed, and the two of them went upstairs to her room. After removing their clothes, they got on her bed, their legs barely touching as they started touching themselves. A strange sensation came over her as she felt the soft flesh of the girl’s leg against hers while she caressed herself.
She couldn’t help but glance at the girl’s firm, young breasts, pink, hard nipples, and watch her play with herself. A slight slurping sound coming from her pussy could be barely heard over the girl’s moans. Debrah felt herself slipping further into depravity, becoming aroused while watching another girl masturbate. Not just any girl, but one of her daughter’s friends.
While she watched, Debrah played with herself, and she had never been this wet before. The only lover she ever had was her husband, and they have been together since high school. She never got the chance to explore her sexuality with anyone else besides her husband until now. Unconsciously pressing her leg against Ashley from her unspoken desire for the girl.
When the girl grabbed her left hand, which she was using to play with her pussy, she felt an electric shock shoot through her. It was positioned over the girl’s own vibrant womb, and she could feel her wetness as it was rubbed against her. She didn’t resist as she was pulled further into lesbianism.
“I’m not sure if I am doing it right. Please show me how it is done,” Ashley said heatedly.
When the girl let go of her hand, she continued touching her and slid her fingers inside her hot, wet love box. It was the first time she ever touched another girl’s pussy and found that she liked it. Caressing her breasts with her right hand while her left committed an unthinkable sin. It was wrong, but she couldn’t stop herself.
“That feels good, Miss Stevenson,” Ashley moaned. “Is this how you do it?” Ashley asked as her hand was placed on Debrah’s smoking, steaming pussy.
She was so wet that the girl’s fingers slid inside her easily, and she let out a wet, heated moan. The two of them fingered each other in a soft, sensual way that only another woman could do. Men tend to be too rough and rush things, not taking the time to fully enjoy the experience they share. The orgasm that erupted from them was intense and beautiful.
“That was amazing, Miss Stevenson! I just thought of something you might like. Can I try it with you?”
“Sure,” Debrah said, the word slipping out softly like a whisper.
Ashley repositioned herself between Debrah’s legs, her face inches away from her cunt, staring at it innocently like a flower. She wasn’t prepared when the girl licked up her slit before sucking on her clit. It felt good having her pussy played with, but this was beyond anything she had ever experienced.
She gave her husband oral sex a few times, but he never reciprocated. What the girl was doing to her was fresh and new. When she thought it couldn’t feel any better, the girl inserted two fingers deep inside of her. Debrah squirmed on the bed, moaning loudly as the girl rabidly slid her fingers in and out of her, while sucking on her clit.
The orgasm that exploded inside her was more intense and powerful than anything her husband had ever given her. For a moment, she could only see stars and was lost in the pleasure she felt. After coming down from this high, she realized what it all meant, but didn’t care.
“I hope that you like it, Miss Stevenson,” Ashley said with her lips covered in Debrah’s juices.
“Fuck! That was totally amazing,” Debrah said while out of breath and more to herself than to Ashley.
Debrah pulled the girl into her arms for a moment, feeling the girl’s bare flesh against her own before turning her over. She stared into the young girl’s eyes, never once desiring to be with another woman. Right now, she wanted more than anything to make this girl scream in pleasure. She was a generous lover and would do anything to make her cum.
She kissed the girl, tasting something sweet as their tongues explored each other’s mouths. It was more sensual than kissing a man, and she found herself preferring it to her husband. Knowing they had all night, she didn’t rush; she enjoyed the moment. Tasting herself on the girl’s lips didn’t bother her at all, but it excited her even more.
Being experienced with sex and her own body, she knew exactly how to please this girl. She didn’t just kiss but suckled on the girl’s flesh as she kissed down her body. Debrah loved having her breasts played with and paid full attention to Ashley’s tits. She licked around her nipples, not just sucking on them but making love to them.
Sexual energy surged through her, a hunger she never thought she would have for another woman. Every kiss she gave to the girl’s body also gave her pleasure, as well. Debrah didn’t think or hesitate and went off pure instinct as she began devouring her first pussy. It tasted like nothing she had ever experienced before, and she was loving every second of it. Not wanting it to end too soon, she savored it as if it were her last meal. She kept licking even after the girl came and had to be forced to stop.
“You were incredible, Miss Stevenson, but I couldn’t take any more. Don’t worry, I told my mom I was staying over here with Beth. We have all night to make each other cum,” Ashley said with a wicked smile.
The two of them made love like honeymooners all night, moving through different areas of the house. While cooking dinner in her silk bathrobe, it took longer than expected, with the girl touching her intimately and them having sex on the kitchen floor. The next day, they shared a passionate moment in the shower before sending the girl off.
She had enough time to make a cup of coffee before her husband and daughter returned. It should have bothered her that she cheated on her husband with one of her daughter’s friends. A little lesbian magic had changed her perspective on sex, and she saw what she did as an extreme form of self-love.
It never occurred to her that Ashley had orchestrated her seduction and believed it was a natural result of two people sharing an intimate moment. Ashley wasn’t as sweet and innocent as she seemed. She acts dumb and clueless for fun. Seducing people was a game for her, and she saw it as a challenge to see if she could sleep with both mother and daughter. While it took some time to get Beth into bed, her mother was much easier to seduce.
Whenever she seeks sexual relief, she no longer turns to her husband and instead drives to a nearby town to visit a lesbian bar. There, she fully gives herself to women and finds satisfaction in their arms. She made love to them in seedy hotel rooms and sometimes in their homes. Her only regret was not doing it sooner, but she knew she had the rest of her life to make up for that.
