MILF -- by lightswitch © October 2010 [Lesbian, interracial, white female, black female, domination, age difference, loss of consciousness, reluctant, non-consensual] Synopsis: A middle-aged single mother is seduced and dominated by one of her daughter's teenaged friends. ================================== "Can I have a sleep over, Mom?" Nikki Robinson begged, bouncing up and down with anticipating. "*May* I have a sleep over," Cynthia Robinson corrected her daughter, heaving a resigned sigh. She really didn't relish the idea of a houseful of 14-year-olds keeping her up all night. "How many girls?" she asked, turning back to the full-length mirror against the bedroom wall and brushing her luxurious blonde hair. Cynthia was 38, but due to her ex-husband's wandering eye was now a single mother. She regarded her reflected figure with a critical eye. Large, full breasts ... nice curvy backside ... waist was a little thicker than she'd have liked, but she certainly wasn't fat ... all in all, still quite attractive, she concluded. "So why haven't I been getting any dates?" she wondered. It had been over a year since her ex had left and even longer since she had been with a man; the thought of committing one of her precious weekend nights to babysitting a bunch of other people's teenagers didn't sound appealing. "Not many," Nikki promised, "maybe 20?" "20?!?" Cynthia exclaimed, rolling her eyes and frowning at her daughter. "You can have six, but you'll have to clean up after yourselves before they go. I'm not going to play maid to every girl in the neighborhood." "MO-OM! Nikki wailed. "Only six? Marybeth Anserson's mom let her have 12 girls for a sleepover!" "Six," Cynthia said, firmly. Pouting, Nikki nodded and flounced out of the room to pull together an invitation list. * * * * * * * * * * Nikki introduced her sleep-over friends to her mother, but Cynthia wasn't really paying attention. All of the pert, blonde, blue-eyed, barely-adolescent 14-year-olds with a name ending in "y" or "i" looked the same to her. Except one. Amid all the pale, pretty faces, one girl stood out. "Mom," Nikki announced, "this is Max." Max was a pretty black girl, about two inches taller than Nikki and the other girls, but about three inches shorter than Mrs. Robinson. Max had a smooth, dark complexion; pretty features; and apple-sized breasts that promised to ripen in time. "Maxine," the black girl explained, smiling in a way that made the older woman blush, inexplicably. "She had to have been held back a grade or two," Cynthia thought, taking in the teen's blossoming figure. "There's no way this girl could be only 14!" Max was very pretty and there was something about the sultry look in her eyes that unnerved the older woman. If she had seen that look on a 43-year-old man, she'd have been confident of getting laid later that night. But seeing that look on a teenage girl ...! "It's my imagination, Cynthia told herself. "I'm so horny, I'm seeing lust in every face." The girls went off to the family room and camped out, snarfing down corn chips, soft drinks, popcorn, and Cynthia-didn't-want-to-know-what-other-junk-foods. It was close to midnight by the time the girls settled down and crawled into their sleeping bags. Cynthia let out a slow sigh of relief as she trudged to her bedroom and shrugged out of her clothes, leaving them in a pile on the floor. I'll take care of them tomorrow, she thought. She slid into her robe, welcoming the sensuous feel of the silky material against her skin. She flopped onto the bed, hugging herself tightly. "Another wasted evening," she muttered, trying to ignore the ache of unrequited arousal that seemed to plague her every waking moment. She needed a man. Bad. But there always seemed to be some commitment preventing her from getting out of the house. "I need to get fucked," she sighed. She gave a start as she spotted someone standing in the doorway. Almost invisible in the shadows of the hall beyond was a young black girl, dressed in only an unbuttoned flannel pajama top. Cynthia recognized her from the earlier introductions. "Maxine!" the older woman chided, trying not to stare at the younger girl's near nudity. "You should be downstairs, with the other girls!" Max smiled and shook her head. "They're OK," the black girl said, walking casually towards the white woman, "but I've always had a thing for 'girls over women.'" Cynthia blinked in confusion. Hadn't the pretty black girl just contradicted herself? Didn't that imply she would have preferred to have been downstairs with the other girls, rather than up here, with a woman? Or was she somehow misinterpreting what Max had said? Max had closed the distance until she was standing uncomfortably close to the white woman. "You're quite the MILF, aren't you, Mrs Robinson," Max smiled, openly running her eyes up and down Cynthia's robe-clad body. The older woman swallowed hard, feeling a strange shiver course through her body at the inappropriate compliment. "You ...," Cynthia whispered, stammering through a suddenly dry throat, "you should go now." Max ignored her. "This is a nice robe," the black girl murmured, taking a lapel in her hand and slowly stroking it. Cynthia felt herself grow moist as the back of the black girl's hand "inadvertantly" stroked along the top of her full, white breast. "Is it silk?" Max asked. Is ... is she trying to seduce me, Cynthia wondered, in shock? The older woman tried to speak ... tried to move so as to remove the black girl's bold hand ... but she felt paralyzed by a combination of shock, denial, and a perverse sense of arousal. Part of her couldn't believe what appeared to be happening. Part of her was responding with anticipation. "You have fantastic boobs," Max whispered, sliding her hand inside the older woman's robe and fondling the white woman's large, quivering breast. "I'm so jealous! I wish mine were big like yours." Cynthia's eyes closed involuntarily and she repressed a moan of pleasure. "Please ...," Cynthia whispered. "Don't." Smiling, the black girl slid her other hand inside Cynthia's robe to cup her other breast. "So nice," Max murmured, slowly circling her hands over the older woman's breasts, using her wrists to push away Cynthia's robe and expose both large, pale, trembling boobs. "Maxine," Cynthia gasped weakly, finding herself panting between words. "Don't ...! You can't ...! I mean ... you're a girl!" Her protests were cut off as the insistent black girl pressed her full dark lips over the white woman's. The delicious warm wetness of the younger girl's mouth, coupled with the black girl's fevered fondling of the white woman's breasts had Cynthia's head reeling with pleasure and lust. What's wrong with me, Cynthia wondered? Maxine is just a girl! I can't be feeling this way about a *girl*! How long has it *been* since I've been with a man, to make me feel like this, she wondered? Max let Cynthia's robe fall open and gently pushed it from the white woman's shoulders, where it fell unnoticed onto the bed. Releasing the older woman's fevered mouth, the black girl trailed her thick, sensual lips down to the white woman's stiff, pink nipple. "Oh!" Cynthia gasped, feeling her turgid, aching teat engulfed in the wet warmth of the black girl's mouth. The older woman moaned helplessly as Max licked and suckled the white woman's throbbing nipple, before switching to the other. This can't be happening, some small part of Cynthia's mind wailed, feeling her body overcome with pleasure. I'm getting seduced by a teenager -- and a *girl* teenager at that! I'm not a lesbian! Or a child molester! I have to stop this ... take control! But it wasn't the older woman doing the molesting and the younger girl was not to be denied. With her full lips still latched firmly on the white woman's big tit, Max slowly forced Cynthia back onto the bed. The older woman's hands rested lightly on the black teen's head, but had neither the strength nor will to attempt to force Max's leech-like lips from the blonde's throbbing nip. Max brought both her hands up to cup the white woman's big tit, trapping it so it could be subjected to the aroused black girl's suckling mouth. Head spinning with pleasure, Cynthia didn't notice that Max had straddled her, pinning the older woman's arms to the bed with her strong, dark legs. The black girl released the white woman's tit and sat up. "Wanna see mine?" she slurred, drool smeared across her chin and one cheek. She grabbed her pajama top and opened it, flashing her pert, dark breasts. Cynthia was both shocked and fascinated. Shocked because she had, so far, been unable to prevent the seduction escalation. Fascinated because she had never seen black boobs before. The dark flesh, tipped by darker nipples, seemed exotic and enticing. "Suck them," Max moaned, leaning forward. "Suck my titties, Mrs Robinson." Cynthia's mental gears were grinding in conflict. Intellectually, she knew she had to free herself of this horny teen's influence -- that all of this was completely inappropriate. But those breasts ... so small and perfect ... so dark ... so enticing ... As before, she found the decision was never her's to make. The black girl leaned down and forced her dark boob against the white woman's slack lips. Cynthia shuddered with repressed arousal as she felt the velvety tip of the black girl's petite boob press insistently against her mouth, its rock-hard tip parting her lips and forcing its way inside. To her shock, Cynthia immediately begun sucking on the thick, dark nipple pressed into her mouth. She had no recollection of deciding to do so, but her own thin, pink lips had latched firmly into the black girl's small breast and she was sucking feverishly as she relished the excited moans elicited from her young lover. Max grabbed the blonde's head and mashed the white woman's face against her dark breast. Cynthia suckled hard, hating herself for being unable to resist this young minx. After several minutes, the black girl moaned throatily and shifted her body away. Cynthia groaned in frustration as the dark breast was pulled from the reach of her hungry pink lips. However, her frustrated mouth was not to be denied long. The black teen edged up along the white woman's body until she was straddling the older woman's face, pinning the blonde's shoulders with her legs. Cynthia gaped in disbelief at the dark-furred snatch poised above her. Drops of excitement glistened in the wild thatch between the black girl's legs. The heady musk from Max's aroused sex filled Cynthia's head and the white woman trembled with unexpected excitement as she realized that she was taking the black teen's scent deep into her own body with every breath. The dominant black girl shifted so she could look down into her conquest's bright blue eyes. "I knew it would end like this," Max murmured, a smug smile crossing her pretty features. "I knew the moment I laid eyes on you that I'd be sitting on that beautiful white face before morning, my lovely MILF." Cynthia struggled weakly, trying to free herself from the the impending humiliation of being seduced and sexually dominated by a girl less than half her age. But Max was firmly in control and, with a sigh of contentment, settled her crotch down over her friend's mother's face. Cynthia had never been intimate with another woman and the pungent, smothering wetness that pressed down on her face disgusted, terrified, and thrilled her. "That's it, Mrs Robinson," Max cooed, grabbing the blonde's head as she gently rubbing herself on the the prone older woman's face. "You just lie back and show me how much you enjoy me sitting on your pretty, white face." The black girl fucked the white woman's face with long, slow, wet strokes. Cynthia's head was spinning with shame, lust, and lack of air. She felt used ... degraded ... powerless. "I'm the adult!" she told herself. "I should be able to stop this!" Max lifted her smothering crotch and turned herself around to face Cynthia's feet. The gasping blonde drew a deep, ragged breath before the dominant black girl again lowered herself onto the older woman's face. The white woman struggled to throw the black teen off, but found herself weakened by shock and lust. "Have to get up," she told herself, as Max's slick, smothering labia continued to slide up and down the older woman's pale, smeared face. "Have to stop this." Grinning triumphantly, Max tucked her heels under the blonde's head and leaned forward, pulling her feet up to keep the pinned white woman's face pushed firmly into the black teen's crotch. Slowly, lasciviously, the younger girl reached out and began stroking the older woman's pussy. Max slid her middle finger deep into the white woman's wet slit. Cynthia went rigid at this violation. She didn't want some stranger -- especially some young girl -- touching her ... there! It was too intimate; too violating! She tried to cross her legs, to prevent access, and writhed in an effort to throw the young teen's smothering weight off from her. But Maxine's grip was too firm; her hold too tight. Slowly, the fight left the asphyxiating blonde until the white woman slumped on the bed, barely conscious and too weak to prevent the dominant black teen from continuing her molestation of the blonde's vulnerable pussy. Slowly, inevitably, Cynthia succumbed to the dominant finger fucking. With her face wedged deeply in the black girl's crotch, Cynthia couldn't breathe. But she no longer cared. The exquisite feel of Max's finger up the white woman's pussy sent waves of pleasure coursing through the older woman's body, making her head spin. Cynthia's moans of pleasure were all but lost in the smothering folds of the black teen's pussy. "You like that, don't you Mrs Robinson," the black girl teased, stroking the blonde's dripping slit. "You like when I touch you, don't you! Cynthia's resistance broke and she began thrusing her pelvis shamelessly up against her young seductress' hand. Max eased two fingers into the white woman's cunt, keeping her thumb firmly pressed against the older woman's clit as she continued finger-fucking her conquest. Cynthia was in heaven. She no longer cared about about the humiliation of being seduced and dominated by a girl less than half her age. The white woman thrust herself lewdly against the black teen's impaling fingers, reveling in the pressure against her throbbing clit. "Tell me you like it, Mrs. Robinson," Max demanded, lifting her crotch a few millimeters as she increased the tempo of her thrusts. "Tell me how much you like getting fucked by a young black girl!" The white woman sucked air into her oxygen starved lungs. "Oh yes," the older woman gasped. "Please, Max ... fuck me! Make me your white bitch! Make me cum! Please! I NEED to cum!" The black teen smiled maliciously. "Then make *me* cum," Max whispered, slowly pressing her wet twat back down on the white woman's gasping face. "Eat me, Mrs Robinson! Eat my pussy!" Beside herself with lust, Cynthia did as she was told, lapping eagerly at the tight, young pussy pressed against her face. The white woman's body began trembling as her long-denied climax built and she enthusiastically buried her pretty, white face in the dominant black teen's cunt. "That's it, Mrs Robinson," Max purred, bucking roughly on the white woman's face. "Lick my pussy! Push your tongue in as far as you can! Lick me, you bitch! Lick me hard! Lick me harder! Harder!" Panting heavily, Max gave a cry of triumph and climaxed wetly on the older woman's face. Feeling the young black girl grind herself down hard on her pale, crushed face, the white woman's body tensed and she went over the edge, herself. Months of pent-up need burst forth, shaking Cynthia's body like a ragdoll in a windstorm. She screamed in ecstasy, her cries muffled under the black teen's wet, smothering cunt. Cynthia's consciousness teetered on the edge of oxygen-starved blackness, even as the powerful orgasm raged through her quaking body. She wondered if she'd die from asphyxiation -- the humiliation at the thought of her family and friends hearing that she had been found suffocated to death by a black teenager's cunt sent the intensity of her climax spiraling higher than anything she'd ever experienced. "I told you I had a thing for 'girls over women,'" Max smiled, slowing the pace, but not the pressure, of rubbing herself on the suffocating blonde's face. "To be specific, I have a thing for 'me positioning myself over a pinned woman, and using her for my own pleasure.'" The last thing the totally dominated blonde saw before losing consciousness was the full, round globes of her young conquerer's dark, round ass brushing her pale nose as the satiated black girl continued to grind her pussy down on the white woman's colorless face. "I never did like sleeping bags," Max murmured, continuing to facesit the now-unconscious white woman. "I think I'll spend the rest of the night in your bed." The black teen lifted one of Cynthia's arms and watched in satisfaction as it dropped lifelessly back to the bed. Satisfied that she had thoroughly beaten and used the older woman, Max pushed her feet against the white woman's unmoving body and kicked her off the edge of the bed. Cynthia's nude, unconscious body hit the carpeted floor with a heavy thud. The thoroughly satisfied black teenager smiled, pulled the blankets up and prepared to fall asleep in the luxurious bed. "Good night, Mrs Robinson," she whispered, before drifting off to sleep.