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Lesbian MILF Seductress: Church Mom

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Summary: Bree seduces friend's conservative sexy mom.

Note 1: Thanks to Jedd for inspiring the story.

Note 2: All characters are at least 18, yada yada, yada.

Note 3: Thanks to: Robert, Wayne, goamz86 and Tex Beethoven for editing this story.

Note 4: This story stands on its own, but if you want to read more BREE stories, check out the following (listed in chronological, not date published, order):


Lesbian MILF Seductress: Pre-MILF (in senior year of high school)

Lesbian MILF Seductress: Mom (late in her senior year)

Lesbian MLF Seductress: Neighbor (late in her senior year)

Lesbian MILF Seductress: Chocolate (immediately following Neighbor)

Lesbian MILF Seductress: Bakery (a couple weeks after Neighbor & Chocolate)

Lesbian MILF Seductress: 30th bday (late summer, last weekend before going to college)

Lesbian MILF Seductress: Secret Santa (during her first year of college)

Lesbian MILF Seductress: Nurse (during 1st year of college & near the end of 3rd year of college)

Lesbian MILF Seductress: Cop (summer of her first year of college)

Lesbian MILF Seductress: Pop Star (between sophomore and junior years of college)

Lesbian MILF Seductress: Church Mom (immediately after Pop Star)

Lesbian MILF Seductress: Bride (End of third year of college)

Lesbian MILF Seductress: In Flight (Summer job after college)

WARNING: Although the title should be a clue, this story has some heavy religious undertones throughout. If such writings offend you please don't keep reading.

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(This story takes place days after the seduction of Selena Gomez... in Pop Star. That said, within that story was the beginning of the seduction of Sarah Wilkins.... just a couple of brief conversations that began the seduction as Bree planted the early seeds of seduction)

Because I believe every story should stand on its own, although I recommend you read all my accounts of my plethora of lesbian seductions, here are two excerpts from that story to get you all caught up as Bree adds a sweet, church minister's wife and mother of one of her most faithful pets to her MILF harem.

CONVERSATION 1, after finishing dp-ing her pet Kimberly, unbeknownst to Kimberly's naive and sweet mother:

"Hi Bree. Leaving already? I'm really glad you became her friend. She used to be such a shy, reserved girl. Now, ever since you two became friends, it seems her tongue is constantly wagging. I guess we have you to thank for that," the MILF said.

Bree eyed the stacked minister's wife. She obviously tried to keep them hidden with sweaters and loose blouses, but those monster tits were just made for squeezing from behind as she was pounded with a plastic cock. Bree imagined herself doing just that. She also thought to herself 'You have no idea how excellent your lovely daughter has gotten at wagging that wonderful tongue of hers. And I have an idea of how you can thank me. It involves some tongue wagging of your own.'

Bree resolved then that Sarah was a future pet. She needed to plan it though. And she had other things to do at the moment. Still, she had to plant a seed... something she had learned would help accelerate the inevitable when she went on the full frontal attack.

"Well I'm glad you think I helped. And while Kimberly may not be a social butterfly, she has come out of her shell. And you are right, her tongue does seem to flutter at an amazing pace now... although it has taken a couple of years for her to perfect it. And no need to thank me. In fact, how about sometime I give you something tasty? Kimberly has had it many times and raves about it," Bree bluntly offered, confident that the naïve minister's wife would not at all catch on to her innuendo filled offer.

"Well, Bree, you really are the sweetest thing!" the MILF replied, so happy that her daughter had found some friends from the more popular crowd instead of just the conservative church kids...who were fine, but rather mundane.

"You'll find out soon," Bree mumbled under her breath as she pondered 'I will let you find out just how sweet I am. But how to do it? Hmm, planning is everything.'

"Would you like to stay for dinner, Bree? It's no trouble to set another dish, and we would enjoy your company. Reverend Wilkins won't be home until late," Kimberly's mother offered, enjoying the company of the pretty girl, even though she wasn't sure why. There was just something about her.

"No thanks, Mrs. Wilkins. I must get home. Maybe I can dine with you another time," Bree responded, adding more innuendo to the oblivious future target, even as she thought to herself 'Or more likely, you'll be dining on me.'

CONVERSATION 2: Two weeks later as Bree came to pick up Kimberly to go to the Selena Gomez concert:

"Kimberly, Bree's here," Sarah called up the stairs to her daughter.

Bree, having previously planted seeds, decided to work the fertile ground while she waited.

"You look very nice, Mrs. Wilkins. Are you and Reverend Wilkins going out as well?"

Sarah was clad in a below the knee skirt and a heavy sweater, which despite its bulk, struggled to contain those massive breasts. Bree laid it on despite Sarah's clothes being rather plain. And she also knew Reverend Wilkins was working late again. But she wanted Mrs. Wilkins to notice that she herself was noticed.

"Well, thank you dear. You're very sweet. But I'm not really dressed up. And no, I'm not going out. Reverend Wilkins is working late again," she said, annoyed that he had been working late almost every day now and had been for weeks... months actually.

"You could have fooled me, Mrs. Wilkins. You look great! And I can't believe Reverend Wilkins would not put work aside for a night with you. Pardon my language, but you're a hottie Mrs. Wilkins," Bree said, really going on the offensive.

Sarah had been wondering herself why her husband didn't give her more of his time. She was a faithful wife and churchgoer herself, but she still had needs. She had thought her husband would take care of them. There was nothing wrong with sex in the marriage bed. He had said that in a sermon many times. But it had been over a year since he last touched her and infrequently before that. She had considered he was having an affair, but quickly dismissed it. Some ministers did, but not him. She thought the only affair he had was with his job.

She had no way to be sure, of course, but if she had spied, she would have been proven right. He truly was married to his job. He had no time for frivolous and carnal things like an affair. He did sometimes regret not giving his wife more time but felt he was doing a greater good... he had a greater calling. But if his wife was lacking in his attention, he certainly was not showing any to anyone else. And she would understand.

But Sarah really did not understand. And it was through this, Bree saw what was missing for Sarah and worked her plan. She planted and watered more seeds. "Well, I can't believe he would not make time for you. Forgive me if I seem forward, but if I were a man I would try to steal your heart," Bree stated.

"Oh you, you're so fresh. I can see why you have brought Kimberly out of her shell and set her tongue wagging," Sarah giggled, flattered by the pretty girl's compliments... words she hadn't heard for years.

'You have no idea how well her tongue wags and someday soon I will find out if she inherited it from you,' Bree thought to herself, as she considered going in for the kill right then and there.

But, Kimberly arrived and as they departed Bree planted the final seed of the night, as she pulled the lonely insecure MILF in for a hug, "I wish we had another ticket, Mrs. Wilkens. With someone as beautiful as you with us, we would surely attract attention."

Sarah blushed as she was left alone and feeling lonely, wondered if this should be one of those times she pleasured herself. She always felt guilty afterwards, but sometimes she just needed the release. Perhaps she would try shaving herself. It had really never crossed her mind before, but she noticed her daughter had as she exited the shower one night. She thought it probably something kids did nowadays, but wondered how it would actually feel. Besides, it wasn't like her husband would notice.

AND NOW THE CONTINUING STORY OF SARAH WILKIN'S SEDUCTION....

Three days after her last brief encounter with the pretty church MILF, Bree went to church... a place she hadn't been since Christmas Eve... although when in Europe she went to a variety of different church services, completely intrigued with how people could believe so easily... follow so blindly... give so willingly...

Just like her pets did for her.

In many ways, she had her own group of worshippers who believed in her, obeyed her without question and gave themselves to her completely and without reservation.

Bree wasn't being pretentious in these thoughts, she was a Christian and believed in God, although she questioned many of the Bible passages and messages (it contradicted itself way too many times) as well as the financial power the churches had received on the backs of its parishioners... she was just making a linear connection between the two.

Bree wore a sun dress with her usual thigh high stockings... the lace tops of which would likely be in view when she sat with her legs crossed.

When she arrived, she was almost instantly greeted by Sarah, "Bree, so nice to see you here."

Bree smiled, "I came to confess my sins."

"Oh my," Sarah blushed, feeling oddly unlike herself whenever she spoke with this pretty, confident young lady.

"Although I'm not sure I can be forgiven," Bree added, trying to keep the pretty MILF off guard.

"Oh, the Lord forgives everyone, Bree," Sarah smiled, before adding, "plus, I can't fathom what you could have done that would be unforgivable."

"I've done some very wicked things," Bree said. "Although it was always with the greatest intentions."

"Then I'm sure it is fine and the Lord always rewards those with good intentions," Sarah said, trying to comfort the coed.

"You look even prettier today in a dress, Mrs. Wilkins," Bree complimented, the big tits more noticeable, although still not highlighted like they should be. If you have big tits: flaunt them. If you have a great ass: frame it. If you have great legs: showcase them with skirts and nylons that accentuate them.

"Thank you, you're too kind," Sarah said, enjoying the flattery from the pretty young woman.

"I mean you look hot," Bree corrected. "It's good to see you not hiding those great cannons behind sweaters."

"Oh my, Bree," Sarah gasped, shocked by the young lady's blunt words.

"If you got it, flaunt it, I always say," Bree said, before leaning in and saying, "that is why I always wear thigh high stockings, to showcase my legs."

Sarah had noticed her daughter wore thigh high stockings too, and had even considered buying herself a pair... but figured what was the point... her husband wouldn't notice.

Sarah admitted, "I noticed Kimberly wears them too."

"And," Bree said, giving the first of many future orders to her pet-to-be, "I expect you in them when I come over next time."

"You do, do you?" Sarah questioned playfully, intrigued by this young, forward woman who somehow made her feel young again.

"I do," Bree nodded, before adding, "and I expect you to dress to impress. Showcase those tits and that ass."

Bree, learning over the past two years when to push and be aggressive and when to leave the prey craving for more, walked away... confident she would have the MILF in a tizzy.

Sarah watched the young girl walk away, noticing how Bree's skirt was just long enough to hide the lace hold ups and also how it hugged her curves perfectly as the coed definitely flaunted her assets.

Later on, as Sarah walked into the church, she saw Bree sitting with Kimberly and couldn't help but notice the top of the stockings in clear view as the pretty girl had her legs crossed. 'Oh, to be young again,' she sighed to herself.

During the few songs that the entire parish sang, Bree teased Kimberly relentlessly by whispering adapted lyrics to traditional worship songs.

It started when Bree changed the third verse of 'Holy, Holy, Holy' as she whispered in my ear:

Holy, holy, holy! though the slut awakens Thee,

Though the eye of the sinful slut Thy lez of glee;

Only Thou art slutty, there is many just like Thee,

Perfect in pussy munching and ecstasy.

Then she wickedly changed the first verse of the 'Fight the Good Night' making her pet's cheeks burn red out of naughtiness and embarrassment:

Suck the hard clit with all thy might;

Christ is thy orgasm, that reaches thy height;

Lay hold of my cum, and you shall be

Thy slut and pet for eternally.

Bree then changed the words to the classic 'Amazing Grace', even though she struggled to make it flow:

Amazing lez, how sweet the taste,

That saved a wretch like you.

You once was lost but now in haste,

Once straight, but now you're not.

Bree whispered, after the last line, "Sorry, I know, it doesn't rhyme."

Kimberly just shook her head, somehow entertained by Bree's wickedness... as she made church not mundane for once. Kimberly had heard and sung these songs so many times she didn't even read the words on the screen... but the new versions had her distracted and even had her pussy beginning to dampen. That wetness was enhanced when Bree slyly slapped her pussy through the dress as 'Did You Feel The Mountains Tremble?' began. Bree, of course, changed part of these lyrics too, really enjoying ad-libbing:

Did you feel the mountains tremble?

Did you hear the Mistress roar?

When the people rose to sing of

Mistress pleased give me more.

The last song played was one of Kimberly's favourites, 'Hungry', which she definitely was as Bree continued to make even church a place of sin:

Hungry, I come to you

For I know you satisfy

I am empty, but I know

Your cum does not run dry

So I wait for you

So I wait for you

I'm falling on my knees

Offering all of me

Bree, you're all this pet is living for.

"Oh, God," Kimberly said, as Bree's hot breath blew in her ear and Kimberly declared the Lord's name in church in a way she never had before.

"Are my new lyrics true?" Bree questioned, as she again tapped her pet's clit through the dress, knowing her pet was sans underwear in the house of the Lord.

"Yessss," Kimberly replied flustered and horny, with a moan louder than she meant it to be, making a few others look at her. "Yes to our saviour," she quickly added, to hide the truth of her outburst of pleasure.

Others joined in agreement... parishioners the ultimate mindless followers... oblivious to what they were really celebrating.

Once the song ended, Bree sat down first and moved her hand under Kimberly and poked a finger up with wicked intent.

As Kimberly sat down, Bree's finger went up her butt through her dress and she yelped out loud.

Bree slyly moved her hand away as many, including her mother, looked back at the red faced daughter of the Minister.

During the service, Bree focused on Sarah as she zoned out the Minister, who talked about redemption. While pondering this, her pussy suddenly tingling with anticipation and she whispered, "Your father's office. Two minutes."

Before Kimberly could respond, Bree left.

Kimberly sighed, people would notice her walking out of her father's sermon. Yet, she sure wasn't going to disobey Bree. Bree was a gentle, caring Mistress, but could also be very vengeful if she felt she was disrespected. She took a deep breath and after a minute, she headed out as her dad said, "Resist the temptation. It will only lead you down a road you will not be able to control."

Kimberly couldn't help but smirk at the all too true words her father was speaking to his parishioners, unaware his seemingly sweet daughter had long ago been tempted and had eaten the apple to its core.

Once Kimberly entered her father's office, she locked the door and shook her head. Bree was on her father's desk, legs already spread as she rubbed a crucifix up and down her pussy lips.

"That is so wrong," Kimberly said, even as she watched the end of the cross disappear inside her Mistress.

"What?" Bree asked, as the feet of Jesus entered her, "I'm just trying to get Jesus in me... that is what your father was preaching about."

"You are so going to hell," Kimberly said, even as she walked to her naughty Mistress.

"Well, then come and lick my inferno," the quick witted Bree responded.

"We are both going to hell," Kimberly said playfully, as she dropped to her knees and between the legs of her Mistress in her father's office.

Bree pulled the wet crucifix out of her pussy and offered it to her kneeling pet.

Kimberly felt slight guilt at the inappropriate use of the religious symbol but opened her mouth and sucked her Mistress's cum off it.

"Ready for your baptism?" Bree asked, as she pulled the crucifix out of her pet's mouth and placed it on the desk.

"My baptism of fire?" Kimberly asked, playing with the earlier word 'inferno'.

"Well, I'm on fire at the moment," Bree said, before adding, just as Kimberly's tongue touched her wetness, "with the idea of my next MILF turn."

Kimberly wondered who as she licked. Kimberly had only once been involved in a MILF seduction with Bree and that had been a lot of fun... it filled her with anxiety... but it was definitely fun.

Bree asked, a few seconds later, as Kimberly's tongue parted her wet sea, "Do you want to know who? She is here at church."

Kimberly indeed did. There were so many pretty older women here. Could it be Mrs. Queenston, a British woman who was rather uppity and could use being knocked down a few pegs? Could it be Mrs. Swenson, a younger wife in her thirties with two kids who still had milk in her huge titties? Could it be the prim and proper choir leader Mrs. Benson who also could and should be knocked down a few pegs? Kimberly could have listed another dozen members of the community that Bree could seduce, so she admitted, "Yes, very badly."

As Kimberly licked her wet box, Bree said, "There are quite a few pretentious Bible thumpers here who likely deserve to understand there are some of God's perfect creations they should be tasting and worshipping."

"I was thinking the same thing," Kimberly concurred, Mrs. Kort popping into her head... a pretty but chubby woman who was always gossiping about others.

"But this woman isn't one of those," Bree revealed. "No, she is sweet like molasses, pure as freshly dropped snow and in a desperate need for a makeover."

Kimberly joked, "Sounds like my mother." Then, as she licked, and Bree didn't say anything, she realized it wasn't a joke. Bree was planning to seduce her mother. She froze.

Bree finally spoke, enjoying the look of shock on her pet's face, "Don't you think your mother could use a little of God's homemade creation?"

Kimberly looked up with fear in her eyes. "Please, no."

"Are you saying I'm not worthy of your mother?" Bree questioned, her tone instantly changing.

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