Sorority MILFs

"Maybe that expectation should also apply to the moms of your sorority sisters ," Mary joked, knowing she'd be picking up a few pairs of Elegance Stockings the next time she went shopping.

"That's an excellent point," Josie nodded, as she slipped completely back into her shoe and hopped off her desk. "Wait here."

"I have no place else to go," Mary joked, although she likely should be with her daughter instead of here weirdly flirting, if that's what she was doing, with a girl half her age. This encounter kind of reminded her of some of the lesbian erotica she enjoyed reading, where younger women seduced older women... women just like her.

Josie went to a cupboard, extracted a pair of mocha-coloured thigh high stockings, and returned. "Here."

"Oh, you don't have to," Mary demurred, recognising the Elegance Stockings logo on the package.

"I insist," Josie said, holding out the package and offering it to her pretty prey.

"Well okay, thank you very much," Mary said with sincere gratitude, accepting the package.

Josie hopped back up on her desk and crossed her legs, saying, "Try them on."

"I certainly will," Mary said, curious whether these ones would have the same shine as Josie's, and also wondering if they'd feel as silky sheer as they looked.

"No, I mean now, Mary," Josie clarified in a firm tone.

"Right here?" Mary asked, a little surprised by the words and tone.

"Why not here?" Josie shrugged.

"I guess," Mary said, thinking it wasn't that big of a deal, and feeing strangely compelled to obey this assertive girl. She could slip out of her heels, pull her pantyhose discreetly down from under her dress and then slide on the new pair similarly. It would be a little weird, but not inappropriate.

"Like I said, those stockings will change your life," Josie smiled, her foreshadowing so wicked, and yet her prey was completely oblivious.

"They do look amazing," Mary said, as she opened the package.

"They are," Josie said and then added, continuing to butter the mother up, "and they'll look particularly amazing on those great legs of yours."

"Thanks," Mary said, appreciating yet another compliment, as she slipped out of her heels, enjoying this almost continuous praise as she became increasingly certain this beautiful redhead really was flirting with her. Why she'd do that didn't make a lot of sense, yet it appeared she was right.

"Reinforced toe," Josie pointed out disparagingly. "That style of hosiery isn't allowed in our sorority."

"Really?" Mary said, that being the only kind she purchased, since they lasted longer.

"Yes, we make an exception for classic old school hosiery such as Cuban heel, but otherwise clear toe, or sandalfoot to be exact, must be worn at all times," Josie continued as she allowed her heel to drop to the floor.

Mary instinctively bent down and retrieved the heel.

"Could you be a dear and slide my heel back on for me?" Josie asked, ever so slyly drawing the MILF into the wonderful world of submission.

"Oh certainly," Mary agreed, placing her hand on the back of the teen's ankle, incidentally feeling the silky sheer nylons but not making a point of doing so, before sliding the heel back on.

"Thank you so much," Josie said, doing her best Sharon Stone from Basic Instinct re-enactment, although she'd never actually seen the movie, as she uncrossed her legs, allowing her recently trimmed pussy (she always kept a tussle of natural red hair and wasn't wearing panties of course, just a garter-belt and stockings), to emerge into full view for her future pussy pleasure pet, whereupon she paused.

Mary's eyes went wide at suddenly staring at a college girl's pussy. She was transfixed. Of course she might have looked away, she could even have stood up. Yet instead, she stared at the pussy, noticing it seemed to be glistening slightly.

Josie smiled as the older woman did what almost all older women did when they first caught sight of her pussy... she became captivated... paralyzed.

It was only a few seconds, five, maybe six, before Josie crossed her other leg, and her ripe pussy disappeared from view.

Mary gave a slight head shake as she sat back up.

Josie continued, "Now try on the Elegance Stockings, I'm dying to hear what you think of them and to see how they'll accentuate your legs."

"I really should get going," Mary said, suddenly rattled by the feelings stirring inside her. They were confusing, and she was beginning to worry this young lady was definitely flirting with her with a purpose in mind, and that she was flirting back.

"Mary, please, we have a lot to discuss," Josie remonstrated. "But first, the nylons."

"If you insist," Mary said, feeling an odd compulsion to obey. She finished opening the package and pulled out the nylons. It was then she noticed they weren't pantyhose, but stockings, something she'd only worn once in her life... on her wedding night. "These aren't pantyhose."

"No, they're thigh highs," Josie explained. "At this sorority we tend to wear thigh highs or, like I'm wearing now, stockings and a garter."

Josie raised her skirt to reveal the stockings and garter, even though she knew the MILF had seen them during her earlier tease.

"Oh," Mary said, as she couldn't help but stare at the stockings and garter, the college girl's pussy almost returning to view.

Josie hopped off the desk again, then did something she rarely did, dropped to her knees before another woman, and ordered, "Stand up."

"Josie, you don't have to... I can take them off myself," Mary objected, even as she obeyed Josie's order and stood up, her mind and body on different pages.

"I'm just here to help," Josie said, not even able to remember the last time she'd been on her knees before another woman... her sophomore year perhaps? She'd serviced a few of the alumni during a welcoming party, including Governor Greene. Before the dazed woman could react, Josie had reached her hands under her dress, grabbed the top of the pantyhose, and pulled them down.

"Oh my," Mary gasped, having another woman touch her like this feeling so wrong, and yet so right. She couldn't explain why, but that simple incidental touch had made her pussy tingle and had actually dampened her panties. Maybe it was her complete lack of a sex life for several years, maybe it was just the thought of being touched in an intimate way, maybe it was the seductive power of the pretty redhead... but whatever it was, it had awakened a side of her that had been lingering inside her for the past weeks and months... a curiosity that was suddenly flaring up into something stronger.

"You seem nervous," Josie said, as she pulled the pantyhose to the MILF's feet, who mindlessly lifted up her feet to allow them to be taken all the way off. She tossed them aside and said, "You won't need these anymore."

"Not according to your sorority rules," Mary joked, trying to make light of this surreal situation.

"Exactly," Josie smiled, as she ordered in a soft tone, "Sit back down, Mary."

"I feel like your Barbie doll," Mary continued to make light of the situation as she again obeyed, and watched the beautiful redhead reach for the new nylons.

"That would mean I could bend you in any position your limbs can go," Josie said wickedly, as she rolled up the first nylon, knowing her words were now a lot more forward than before. While today had started as a fact digging mission to learn more about Amy's mom to aid her in her seduction, she realized she already had her drawn in.

"Josie!" Mary gasped and then giggled like she was a schoolgirl again, as Josie began drawing the first nylon onto her foot, as she imagined Josie doing something completely inappropriate to her, "I'm old enough to be your mother!"

"You're a dozen years younger than my mother," Josie said, as she slowly drew the nylon up the leg in the smoothest, most sensual way she could. "And a lot hotter."

"Josie, you have me all flustered," Mary said, finally 99.9% certain Josie would soon be going beyond just flirting with her.

"Not hot and bothered?" Josie asked, as her hands moved up to the MILF's creamy white thigh.

"Josie, I think this is getting a little out of hand," Mary said, although she made no attempt to push Josie away or to move away herself, and a tingle went up her back.

Josie looked at the light blue panties on the MILF and saw a wet spot. As she retrieved the other stocking, she said, "I guess I should have said hot and wet."

"Josie, please," Mary began as the second nylon began to be put on, as she couldn't help but wonder if the girl was going to simply bury her face in her pussy... which both excited and terrified her.

"Please, what, Mary?" Josie asked, having seen this flustered, horny, confused look many times in her life. It was such a hot, sexy moment. The one where the mind and body fought against each other... moral obligations warring with inner lust.

"I don't know," Mary said. "This is just all a bit much."

"Is it?" Josie said, as she slid the second stocking up to the pretty woman's thigh. Josie stood up and hopped onto her desk once more. This time not crossing her legs, but letting them dangle, her legs mostly together. "Feel your nylons, Mary."

"Okay," Mary said, as she glanced at her legs and admired the shimmer. She brought her hands to her own legs and felt them. "Oh my," she said, shocked by how silky smooth they felt... these were unlike any nylons she'd ever worn, even though she went out of her way to buy silky sheer ones.

"I know," Josie smiled. "Life changing, right?"

"I can't ever go back to what I was wearing," Mary said, mesmerized by the feel of the nylons.

"I often hear that," Josie said. After a pause, as she watched the older woman slowly rubbing her own legs, "so Mary, I have a proposition for you."

"Oh," Mary said, her head spinning with the possibilities of what the proposition could be... and each of them was sexual. She was so confused... why would such things pop into her head?

"Do you ever wish you'd been able to go to college?" Josie asked.

This surprised her, and oddly slightly disappointed her. Had she been reading Josie's flirtatious, happy-go-lucky personality wrong? She responded after a moment's thought, "Yes, that's definitely one of my regrets." She then added, wanting to make it clear she didn't lament the entirety of her decision, "but I don't regret having my kids when I did."

"Oh, I'm not judging you or lamenting your past, I just think you'd be a perfect candidate at this stage of your life," Josie said, reeling in her fish with such grace and ease.

"A perfect candidate for what?" Mary asked, compelled by this intriguing conversation as much as by the girl she was having it with.

"Well you see, we have, for the past ten years, well actually, this year will be the tenth anniversary, and thus the eleventh time we've done this," Josie began, "our sorority has awarded four full-ride scholarships per year to women who qualify."

"Women who qualify?" Mary repeated, trying to process what this young lady was saying.

"Yes, women like yourself who never had the opportunity to attend college nor also, well, to experience sorority life," Josie continued.

"Are you saying what I think you're saying?"

"What I'm saying exactly, is that I would love to offer you a scholarship, and to have you pledge our sorority," Josie said.

Mary was speechless.

After thinking she was being hit on, what Josie was really offering was the chance of a lifetime!

"You don't have to decide immediately," Josie continued. "But it does have to be soon. We would need all the paperwork filled out by the end of the weekend, and you'd begin your classes on Tuesday."

"This Tuesday?" Mary asked, her head spinning with the offer being made.

"Yes, and you'd begin your official pledging on Tuesday as well," Josie said.

"Pledging?" Mary asked, unable to properly process all that was being said. She knew vaguely what pledging was... some sort of hazing... and she knew her daughter had pledged two years ago almost to the day. But they weren't going to make her pledge at her age... were they?

"Yes, you'll get the full college experience. Classes, sorority life, room and board included of course, and a wild week of pledging," Josie explained.

"Wow! And you're seriously offering me this opportunity?"

"Is there anything to hold you back from dropping everything else and doing this instead?"

Mary considered her current life for a moment. No, there wasn't anything at all meaningful she'd be leaving behind. Her son was away at a different college and not requiring any financial support from her, her daughter already belonged to this sorority, and her marriage was a façade that she hated. This was literally a solution to all her problems. Empty nest had been a killer, and she didn't have any viable plan for what to do next. Now she would have one. Yet she still wasn't sure. Attending college full time, joining a sorority at her age, this wasn't just a small change, but a life-altering one. But why the hell not? "No, there really isn't anything to stop me. So it's a done deal just like that?" Mary asked, having not even said yes.

"Yes, I have the final say in all four of our scholarships, and I've chosen you for one of them, if you seriously want it," Josie explained.

"Wow, this is a lot to consider," Mary said.

"I understand," Josie said, "You have a lot to ponder."

"Yes, I mean I'm in my forties."

"You're still younger than most of our MILF recruits," Josie said.

"MILF?" Mary asked; she knew the term from erotica, and was curious if it was being used in the same way by Josie.

Josie hopped off the desk for the final time, pulled Mary up from her chair and said, "Yes, I called you a MILF, and I can see you're familiar with the term. Because I should mention there are many fringe benefits, both during and after your pledge week."

"Oh," Mary said, the pretty green-eyed goddess standing right before her, as suddenly a soft pair of female lips were resting upon hers.

Josie kissed Mary, and after just the briefest hesitation, Mary kissed back... melting completely into the young woman .

Mary couldn't believe she was kissing a girl... and not just any girl, but a friend of her daughter.... She also couldn't believe how soft Josie's lips were... so much softer than a man's.

Josie knew the power of a kiss with a straight woman. Knew the power of intimacy. Knew the power of a soft pair of feminine lips.

Josie reached her hand under the MILF's dress and went directly to her pussy.

Mary moaned into Josie's mouth as she felt fingers slowly tracing her pussy lips through her panties.

Josie broke the kiss and said, "Have you already decided to pledge, Mary?"

"Yes indeed," Mary said without hesitation, the finger slowly touching her driving her wild.

"You'll be expected to perform a few pretty wild tasks," Josie warned.

"How wild?" Mary moaned, as Josie slid her finger inside her panties.

"Oh, pretty wild," Josie said. "And sexy. We'll require complete loyalty and obedience from you."

"Oh," Mary moaned, as a for example finger slid inside her.

Josie fingered the MILF for just a few seconds, enough to trigger more obedience and lust from her, before she pulled her finger out, placed her hands on the MILF's shoulders and gently pushed her to her knees.

Mary was in complete fascination... mindlessly following along... curiosity and lust leading the way... as she allowed herself to be guided to her knees.

"Have you ever eaten a pussy, Pledge Mary?" Josie asked, gazing down at the lustful MILF.

"No, never," Mary answered, as Josie raised her dress to offer an up close and personal view of her pussy.

"But you want to eat mine, don't you?" Josie asked.

"Yes, absolutely," Mary admitted, completely entranced by the pussy on display before her.

"Go ahead Mary, lick my pussy," Josie instructed, loving to watch a virgin pussy licker lean forward towards her first pussy... the look of lust in her eyes... the sensation of her very first lick.

"Okay," Mary nodded, her eyes transfixed on the pussy as she leaned forward, extended her tongue, and licked.

Josie enjoyed this moment... just a long moment... fifteen seconds... no more.

Mary licked tentatively, entranced by the coed's pussy, intoxicated from the sweet scent, and in awe of the subtle, unique taste.

But then Josie gently backed away, dropped her skirt, and said, "Be a good pledge, and you'll get this pussy again later, and so much more."

Mary looked up... shocked... wanting more... needing more....

Josie said, "I'd love for you to lick me to completion, and I promise you'll get the opportunity fairly soon, and to taste my heavenly nectar, but unfortunately I have another engagement in a few minutes."

"Oh, okay, right," Mary nodded, dazed and disappointed.

"Don't worry, Mary," Josie said, pulling her up and kissing her again. And after breaking the kiss a few seconds later she added, "you'll get to eat lots of pussy as a pledge."

Mary was speechless. Overwhelmed. Bewildered. Horny. Disappointed. Confused. Hungry.

Josie led Mary out and sent her to find Amy before she texted Valerie to meet her in her bedroom.

Five minutes later, Mary was in the washroom rubbing her pussy, as she replayed her surreal, unbelievable encounter with Josie.

Josie spread her legs and had the sophomore pet get her off, as she imagined herself fucking that sexy MILF Mary.

* * * * *

The next Monday, the day before the first day of college, Mary, in a sudden wave of feminism and strength after her time with Josie, mixed with her daughter's surprisingly enthusiastic support, and reading a lot of lesbian erotica (and coming hard from it, all stories of younger girls seducing older women), finally summoned up the nerve to hand her husband the divorce papers.

To her surprise, he begged her to stay. But her mind was made up: she was going to college. It was time to live the life she'd missed out on more than two decades ago. It was time to finally become Pledge Mary instead of any variety at all of Mrs. Watson.

Three sophomore sorority sisters helped her pack and move out while her husband was at work, each of course wearing nylons.

Cassie, a pretty blonde, gave Mary a dozen new pairs of nylons, a gift from Josie, in a variety of colours. Mary was happy, since she'd purchased three more pairs, and this would give her a wide range of variety.

She felt a dozen years younger while hanging out with these college girls, and Amy's support really helped. At first she'd worried Amy wouldn't want her going to the same college she did, never mind pledging the same sorority she was already a member of. Amy listened, asked questions not to dissuade her, just to confirm this was what Mary wanted, and once they had both agreed it was, Amy supported her 100%.

"You... are one hot MILF," Cassie said blatantly, hoping she'd get a chance to eat her pussy very soon, knowing it wasn't a question of if, just when. Cassie had already been a lesbian before joining the sorority, and she now dined on at least three pussies a day, and that minimum would be a slow day. She also had a goal of at least one new pussy each week, something she'd succeeded in doing for ninety-nine weeks now... and it would be yummy to make this sexy MILF her hundredth.

"You're so sweet," Mary said, having received more sexy compliments in the past week than she had in the prior two decades... it had rejuvenated her confidence.

"Oh, yes I am," Cassie said, nothing subtle about the innuendo in her response or tone, or when she added, "and I bet you are too."

"I agree with all of the above, but let's hurry and get this sweet pussycat out of here before her ex shows up and creates a scene," Hannah, another blonde, although with purple streaks, urged.