Blueberry MILFshake

Kiera might have been relatively sheltered, but not so much that she didn’t catch on to Brenda’s idea. She was suddenly very aware of how close they were sitting, and how her hand remained gently caressing her arm. Of how her large breasts strained against the fabric of her blouse, and how a light blush beautifully colored her face.

The staccato rhythm of Brenda’s aura drummed its beat against hers, a lurid tune of sensual promise that stoked the embers of her own lust, drawing her closer to accept the older woman’s suggestion.

“I,” Kiera began to say, but the swirling storm of emotions stole her ability to relay her thoughts.

“We don’t have to do anything you’re uncomfortable with,” Brenda quickly said, the nervous beat added to her aura clueing Kiera into how Brenda was interpreting her lack of words. “And if I’m being too forward, I can leave and…”

“No,” Kiera blurted out. “It’s not, um, that I don’t want to. Just, it’s a bit sudden.”

Kiera found an interesting spot on the floor to look at as she continued, “Like you said, I never had the chance to, um, explore this kind of thing. And it’s a bit hard to focus with, um…”

“Oh!” Brenda exclaimed, interpreting Kiera’s nervous shift of her shoulders as a sign to remove her hand. “I’m not helping with the overwhelmed thing, am I?”

Before she could remove her hand and make some distance between them, Kiera shot her hand up and grabbed Brenda’s, the warm appendage feeling comforting to hold.

“I don’t mind,” Kiera managed to say, her face growing more crimson. “I, um, don’t think I’d have the courage to say this without some sort of assistance.”

She couldn’t bring herself to say out loud that the older woman’s presence, even as it distracted her with lurid thoughts, was something that bolstered her faltering confidence. Something not so far removed from how her son did the same. That was something she was even more unable to say.

Thankfully, Brenda caught on to what Kiera meant and closed the small distance between them. With her free hand, the older woman cupped Kiera’s chin, lifting her head up and turning her so they were face to face.

“If you feel even the tiniest bit uncomfortable, we’ll stop, okay, sweetie?” Brenda asked, her voice dipping into a husky whisper.

Kiera nodded as best she could then Brenda descended upon her, their lips meeting. Kiera had no idea how to kiss, so she readily succumbed to Brenda’s lead, following her example as best she could while warmth shot through her body.

Brenda pulled her hand from Kiera’s loosening grasp and coiled her arm around the bluenette, pressing them closer together. Kiera felt herself relax as Brenda gently resumed rubbing her hand up and down her arm, the physical sensations blending with the all-encompassing surge of Brenda’s aura.

The pulsing beats of care, affection and lust washed over Kiera and she felt like she was floating in a roiling sea. But there wasn’t any fear, beyond an anticipation of things to come.

Then, Brenda pulled away, leading Kiera to let out a small displeased whine.

“I see you liked that,” the older woman said, a teasing lilt in her voice. Kiera let out a strangled eep as realization set in and she buried her red face into Brenda’s chest.

“And I see you’re ready for some more,” Brenda added with a light laugh, lightly caressing Kiera’s head reassuringly. “But I think we’ll have to undress first. Unless you want to keep some layers on.”

Kiera felt her embarrassment dim slightly at how understanding Brenda was and pulled herself away from her comfortable chest, a harder task than she would have expected even a few minutes ago.

‘Am I that pent up?’ she wondered in a moment of reflection before Brenda gently helped her sit up properly before she got off the bed.

“I think it’s time we got a bit more comfortable,” Brenda sensually said as her fingers began to reach for the buttons on her blouse. “Why don’t you sit tight for a moment.”

She finished her command with a wink and began to undo the buttons, swaying her hips to a tune she began to hum, one that while soft, filled the otherwise quiet room. Kiera watched raptured as Brenda’s skillful fingers made quick work of them. Then, to some amount of disappointment, Brenda’s hands moved, leaving her undone blouse on, giving only a hinting peek of her bra, to the waistband of her pants.

All without pausing the back and forth of her hips, Brenda undid the clasp and began to shimmy her pants down her legs. As she did, she turned slightly, keeping her gaze locked on Kiera. Kiera’s eyes, however, were drawn down to Brenda’s ass as her lacy panties were revealed.

With her body in profile, Kiera could see how large it was. It was well sculpted, the right mix of thick and muscle, and it made Kiera wonder just how she reached that optimal form. The dark fabric of her panties stretched nicely over her pale skin, and Kiera’s hands drifted from her sides to her crotch, lightly rubbing her pussy through her pants.

A sly smile appeared on Brenda’s face and she swung her hips with greater vigor as she let her pants drop to the floor. With a flick of her foot, she cast the discarded garment away, the pair of pants crumpling against the wall, then she fully turned away from Kiera. She gave her hips the widest swings yet, cocking them back and forth rhythmically as she slowly drew her blouse off her shoulders. She glanced back and winked at Kiera then began to work the shirt down her back, sensually revealing her back, the dark straps of her bra matching her panties.

Once the blouse reached Brenda’s waist, she flung it to join her pants, leaving her arm extended like a sort of victory pose. Then, her arms twisted back and she skillfully undid the clasp of her bra. She spun around, one of her arms swinging to press the unhooked bra against her chest to pin it in place.

“I see you’re enjoying the show,” Brenda said, her voice low and inviting. When Kiera nearly stopped her pawing, Brenda smiled and let her arm drop. “Don’t stop on my account, sweetie.”

With nothing to hold it in place, the lacy bra fell, baring Brenda’s bountiful bosom. Kiera’s eyes roamed the large yet still perky pale tits, capped with pink areolas and cute nipples. The gleam of a silver shield-shaped pendant did little to distract the bluenette from those massive mammaries now slightly swaying as Brenda began to approach.

“I think I can leave the rest on for now,” Brenda softly said as she neared. “But I think you’re a bit overdressed, Kiera. Would you like me to help with that?”

Kiera shivered at the sensual purr Brenda made that offer in and she found herself nodding, her clothing suddenly feeling unbearably stifling. Brenda smiled at her and sashayed the remaining distance. She lightly touched Kiera’s knee, making her mewl out as the full **** of Brenda’s aura, now beating with the full **** of her arousal, hit her.

“As much as I liked to savor this, you look like you’re about to pop,” Brenda said, gently rubbing Kiera’s knee. “Let’s get you more comfortable.”

Moving at a steady pace, Brenda gave Kiera more than enough time to object if she wished, not that she was anywhere close to objecting. There was still a fear that ran through her, but it wasn’t the sort that urged her to run or hide. It was like a building tune, ramping up towards some big reveal.

Brenda’s fingers made quick work of the clasp and zipper, pausing briefly as she took hold of the waistband. When she got no pushback, Brenda pulled Kiera’s pants off her legs, revealing her comparatively plain panties, a large wet patch staining the light blue fabric.

Teasingly, Brenda inched her hands close to Kiera’s hidden treasure as she licked her lips, then shot past them and grabbed the hems of both Kiera’s hoodie and the shirt she wore under it.

She pulled both garments up Kiera’s body, fully unveiling wide hips, a soft tummy and handful-sized breasts contained in a simple bra. Kiera let Brenda remove the top, her arms falling limply to the bed once they were free from their cloth confines. She squirmed under Brenda’s lusty gaze, fighting the urge to cover herself up. She shivered as Brenda leaned down and traced her fingers around the straps of her bra.

“I think we should take a trip to Felicity's at some point,” the mature woman said as she toyed with the rather plain piece of underwear. “I’d say we could make it a girl’s day, but that would mean leaving out Aeolia and Senka and that seems rather rude. But maybe there’s a magical shop we could use?”

Brenda hummed before moving her hands to Kiera’s shoulders. “But that’s an idea for another time. Right now, up we go.”

Brenda practically hauled Kiera into a seated position and deftly undid her bra. Before the bluenette could react, Brenda tossed it aside, her hands quickly making their way to her uncovered tits.

Kiera had never thought she was anything special in that area and never had anyone she would want to see them. But the way Brenda’s dark blue eyes practically glimmered with hunger as she beheld them left her squirming.

“What a lovely pair you have, dear,” Brenda cooed as she kneaded Kiera’s breasts with skilled fingers. “Just the right size to take into one’s hand and just play with.”

Kiera let out a whine as Brenda squeezed one of her breasts and teased the nipple of its twin, her lips caught between her teeth.

“Don’t go keeping your pretty voice down,” Brenda sensually said as she leaned down and kissed Kiera’s neck. “I want to hear how I’m making you feel.”

“So good,” Kiera managed to say as Brenda nibbled her collar, hitting a spot she didn’t even know could make her feel something so pleasurable.

“That’s what I want to hear,” Brenda whispered into her ear. “I’m a bit out of practice so I want some feedback. And as much fun as this can be, I think it’s time we took things up a notch. Sound good?”

“Y-yeah,” Kiera whimpered, unsure what more could be achieved in terms of pleasure.

“Lay back for a bit, so I can take these off, sweetie,” Brenda commanded, trailing a finger down and tracing the outline of Kiera’s pussy. Kiera twitched at the contact and flopped onto her back, earning a smile from Brenda. Then the mother hooked her fingers into the bluenette’s panties and drew them down. Kiera’s hips arched at the sensation of the arousal soaked cloth peeling away from her moistened sex and Brenda’s nails teasing her skin, letting the mature woman easily remove them, leaving Kiera in only her socks.

“Now that’s a pretty sight,” Brenda remarked as she took in Kiera’s wet pussy, a small patch of blue hair crowning her most precious place. Kiera balled the sheets in her hands to keep them from moving to hide herself.

Brenda got onto the bed and brought her head down between Kiera’s legs, her breath causing her to buck slightly.

“Remember, I want to hear how I’m doing,” Brenda said as she inched her mouth towards Kiera’s pussy. When she kissed the sensitive flesh, Kiera let out a cry and arched her hips to chase the stimulation.

“That, that,” Kiera tried to speak but her racing heart demanded more air and her heaving breaths and pleasure-charged mind made it hard to verbalize what she was feeling. Not that it seemed to actually matter to Brenda as she kept eating her out, her tongue now plunging into her depths.

The combination of the physical and metaphysical contact left Kiera squirming, letting out the occasional peal of pleasured moans. Then, when Brenda gave a teasing flick of her clit, Kiera let out the loudest cry yet as her orgasm struck her, her legs clamping against Brenda’s head, locking her in place.

“Guess I’m not as out of practice as I thought.” Brenda laughed lightly as she pulled away from Kiera’s crotch once her legs relaxed, her face damp with the bluenette’s cum.

As Kiera came back to herself, she flushed as she saw the state of Brenda’s face. Before she could try and apologize, Brenda held up a finger, stopping her the instant she opened her mouth.

“No, you don’t,” she said. “You didn’t do anything wrong. If anything, I’ll take it as a sign that I did a bang-up job. Well, that and those cute moans of yours.”

Kiera’s face turned firetruck red at that remark and she hid behind her hands. With her eyes blocked she couldn’t see where Brenda moved but felt the bed shift. A second later, warm fingers touched the backs of her hands and gently urged them away, revealing Brenda’s comforting smile.

“I think I prefer this sight,” she stated, making Kiera feel a different sort of warmth flow through her body, before she lowered her lips towards Kiera’s. This time, Kiera’s love juices flavored the kiss and she found herself not adverse to her own tangy flavor.

‘Do the other girls do this?’ she couldn’t help but wonder, causing her imagination to conjure images of Vivian, Senka, Beth and Aeolia kissing, their faces wet from pleasing each other. A sort of guilt then settled in Kiera’s gut, dampening the good feelings her orgasm had left.

With some ****, she broke the kiss and gathered her nerves. Some part of her found it ridiculous that she could be naked in bed, kissing a hot older woman who had just eaten her out and still be so nervous, but she paid no attention to that.

“Would… would you like me to, um, return the favor?” Kiera managed to ask, which earned a surprised look from Brenda that quickly turned lusty.

“I wouldn’t say no,” Brenda replied. “But I don’t want to **** you into anything, sweetie.”

Her concern only emboldened Kiera and she found herself reaching for the beat of confidence that sang in Brenda’s aura. It might have been cheating to rely on someone else’s, but she didn’t want to mess this up.

With the steady rhythm of Brenda’s confidence boosting hers, Keira nodded. “I want to try.”

“Well, I can’t say no to that pretty face,” Brenda said, cupping Kiera’s face sensually. “I’m still a bit overdressed. Mind helping me with that?”

Despite the borrowed confidence, Kiera still flushed at Brenda’s request but smiled at her and nodded. They silently moved, taking the spots the other had been in before. Kiera’s hands shook slightly as she reached for Brenda’s fancy underwear. She took hold of the lacy material and pulled them off with reverent care, easing them down Brenda’s legs.

Once she sent them aside, Kiera gulped as she beheld Brenda’s pussy. She was fully shaved, her lips glistening with arousal.

“You ready to dig in, sweetie?” Brenda asked, beckoning Kiera with a curl of her finger. “I’ll let you know what works and doesn’t.”

Kiera nodded and got between Brenda’s legs, her face scant centimeters from Brenda’s pussy. A heady scent flooded her nose and Kiera licked her lips as she closed the distance between her and her target.

She experimentally flicked her tongue out, getting her first taste of Brenda. She liked it. She also liked the pleased sigh Brenda made.

“Yes, just like that, dear,” she remarked in a breathy voice as Kiera continued to run her tongue up and down. She nearly jumped as a soft hand touched her head and Kiera looked up to see Brenda smiling at her.

“That’s a good girl,” she cooed, affectionately rubbing Kiera’s head. The praise caused more warmth to shoot through Kiera’s body and she increased her efforts. Brenda let out a loud moan, her fingers tugging Kiera’s hair just hard enough for the shapeshifter to notice and she arched her back slightly, forcing her crotch into Kiera’s mouth. “Oh, that’s the spot! Right there!”

Kiera dutifully kept at it, watching as Brenda reacted to her efforts. She didn’t want to forget any of this.

“You like watching, huh?” Brenda asked. Before Kiera could break eye contact, Brenda continued, “That makes it soo much better. So much hotter knowing every twitch I make is seen. Keep watching your handiwork, sweetie. I’m almost there!”

Brenda brought her other hand to one of her heaving breasts and pinched her nipple, moaning as she did. An irritation rose in Kiera and she increased the fervor of her licking, determined to be the deciding factor in Brenda’s approaching orgasm.

“Yes, yes, right thereeee!” Brenda cried out, her body quivering as she came, the hand on Kiera’s head pushing her against the mother’s gushing cunt. Kiera drank down Brenda’s tart juices like she was dying of thirst, eyes still locked on Brenda’s blissful face. A sense of pride welled up in her as she memorized that beautiful visage.

Brenda’s hold on Kiera’s hair slackened as her body limply settled back against the mattress, her breathing heavy. With somewhat lethargic motions, she shifted her hand and affectionately caressed Kiera’s cheek as the bluenette pulled her mouth off her pussy.

“That was wonderful dear,” Brenda lazily cooed before she shimmied herself closer to the bed’s headboard, the pillows now comfortably under her shoulders. Kiera didn’t much like how cool her cheek felt now that Brenda’s hand had moved away. Her displeasure must have shown on her face as Brenda **** herself back up and gently grabbed Kiera’s arm.

“No need for you to stay down there, sweetie,” Brenda said as she pulled Kiera towards her. “Not really into that sort of thing.”

Kiera wasn’t entirely sure what she meant by that but that slight inquisitive thought went out of her head once Brenda wrapped her arms around her and pressed her head against her pillowy breasts. A calm washed over her, and suddenly, the thrumming energy running through her vanished and her eyes began to droop.

Brenda didn’t say anything but instead began to hum some melody as she ran a hand up and down Kiera’s side. It wasn’t long before she fell into a peaceful sleep.