Adele: Barely Legal Homewrecker 05

Short description: Friday: The Daughter Falls

Note from the author: This is absolutely not a stand-alone story. This is episode of "Adele: Barely Legal Homewrecker". If you haven't already, I encourage you to read that one first or this chapter will not make sense. I know that first one was a long one, but I feel it is worth the read. Both of these stories are very precious to my life and me. I would also like to give Literotica author Goamz86 credit as a co-author and editor on this story. Thanks for reading my stories. I hope you enjoy this one, and please feel free to reach out to me with comments, feedback, or story ideas. Kisses, Melissa

All sexual activity is between adults over 18 years of age.

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The Players:

Adele (The girlfriend): She was the type of woman that men left their wives for, even at her tender age of 18. The temptress was a senior in high school, 5'10" with a face reminiscent of actress Lauren Bacall; smoldering blue/green eyes, straight sandy blond hair that ends about mid-back and a trim figure. Her lithe body was strewn with tattoos and body piercings. Adele's breasts were perfect little tear drop cones, firm b-cups, long slim legs that go all the way up to a firm perfectly heart-shaped ass and a vagina she has waxed smooth. Men were mesmerized and women, while jealous and envious, found it difficult not to fall under her spell.

Julia (The mom): 39-year-old religious housewife, 5'6" with a face all men turn twice to see, wavy reddish/blond hair to her mid-back, deep blue eyes a mature body with slightly sagging full c-cup breasts and a succulent ass her husband loves to smack as he fucks her from behind, and a tightly trimmed pussy. Every one of William's friends considered her the hottest MILF in town.

Monica (The daughter): 20-year-old religious college student who lives at home, 5' 6", very attractive, curly blond hair almost to her waist, piercing blue eyes, a smokin', tight body, fuller than her mom's c-cup breasts, a flat stomach, perfectly toned legs and an ass you could bounce a quarter on. She is everything Julia was when she was Monica's age, and wished she still was at 39. The topper for Monica is a smoothly shaved pussy with a clit that always sticks out from her outer lips when aroused and serves as the gateway to her virginity.

Chapter 1: Adele enters Julia's world and sinks her hooks into her and her entire family as she introduces the mother of her boyfriend to snow balling, lesbian desire, humiliation and complete submission. Julia sees this young hot teen as a competition for her son's love and virginity, which the mother takes and sees as a victory over the sexy teenage domina.

Chapter 2: Adele strikes back setting up Julia by using the MILF's addiction to young black cock to gain more control through blackmail. Then she dominates her in her own bedroom as the entire family is oblivious downstairs.

Chapter 3: Adele seduces Julia's husband behind her back then later that night dominates his wife in their backyard; feeding her a cream pie from her dirty cunt. Julia confides in her best friend Beth for help with her new desires and feelings only to have her friend unknowingly manipulate her for her own pleasure and potential future domination of Julia.

Chapter 4: Julia's submission and desire for the teen domme grow exponentially over the course of two days resulting in Julia's public humiliation and submission to several women in the restroom of a lesbian bar, before Adele urinates in her mouth and all over her, then whores her out to the seniors from her son's high school football team in the parking lot of the local grocery store. All of this is facilitated by Beth's continued manipulation of her needy best friend..

***Friday***

After her adventures the night before, Julia tried to get back some semblance of normalcy. She was busy-about her day running errands and doing grocery shopping when she stopped at the coffee house, where she ended up running into the dominant black teen, Derek. Instantly her juices flowed and her first thought was that she had to have him again, despite all the cock she had accommodated the night before. She couldn't help herself; he was the type of dominant young black man she so desperately craved.

Little did Julia know that it was not a coincidence she ran into Derek, Adele had set the whole thing up to keep Julia occupied and away from her home. Derek soon lured Julia back to his ghetto house with the promise of domination and pleasure, which were Julia's vices. Derek on the other hand had only one goal in mind, impregnating the horny MILF slut.

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Julia's daughter, Monica, had gotten out of school early and was having a quiet afternoon at home when she heard a knock at the door. She wasn't expecting anyone and when Maritza didn't appear to be heading to answer it, Monica went to see who it was. She was surprised to find Adele on the other side of the door looking unbelievably hot. Monica had to admit she looked damn good.

The goddess was wearing a pair of black four-inch stilettos, a black mini- dress, and silk stockings with a garter belt. The dress was so short that the bottoms of the garters were clearly visible whenever she moved. Her white sweater was certainly tight, accentuating her breasts quite nicely, and only buttoned three times, leaving an ample amount of cleavage in full view from the v cut dress. Not to mention, her dirty blonde locks glistening as they fell down her neck and onto her shoulders.

There was something surprisingly exciting about the situation that Monica couldn't comprehend, but Adele knew that her appearance was simply a means to an end, control. On the other hand, she was smart enough to know she would have to play this one very delicately.

Monica had yet to be sexually seduced by Adele, but Adele had already seduced Monica's mind into looking up to the younger, alluring, teen on all the social media platforms and wishing she were more like her.

"Hi Adele." Monica said just a bit too enthusiastically, and followed it with, "I'm sorry, but Billy is still at football practice, I think."

Adele noticed Monica's excitement and ignored her attempt to turn her away; walking right by her, into the house. Monica was a little put off by Adele's forwardness but shrugged her shoulders and closed the door.

Adele walked from room to room as if searching for something, and then turned back to Monica and said, "Good, we're alone. I've been thinking you and I are well overdue for a chat."

"A chat?" Monica inquired. "Did I do something to offend you, Adele?" The timid daughter, even though older than Adele, found herself wanting not to offend her.

Adele sat down on the couch, crossed her long legs and smiled, "Of course not baby girl. I just know you're struggling. I can sense it and I'm here to help."

"Struggling?" Monica questioned, again. "I don't understand." Very confused and just as curious to hear what Adele meant, Monica sat down on the couch next to the stunning younger teen.

Adele lowered her voice to almost a whisper to show her deep concern and continued, "I too grew up in the shadow of my brother, just like you, trying so desperately to please my parents, who had super high social aspirations for their little girl. So, I know exactly what you're going through, precious." She reached out and took Monica's hand, "They never miss one of Billy's football games or baseball games, do they, sweety?"

Monica gently shook her head, suddenly feeling understood.

Adele continued, "Yet how many times were they late to a dance recital?" Pausing for it to sink in, Adele resumed, "Or how many times were they not there to see you get your Girl Scouts' badges."

Monica nodded. How could she know that, the older girl wondered?

Adele began to really lay it on thick, rubbing the top of Monica's hand she was holding as she moved on with her monologue, "You feel overshadowed, don't you, worthless?"

Monica nodded again.

"You probably even feel insignificant sometimes. That you're all alone in this house or even in this world." She paused again, "It's like you're invisible." Adele emphasized the last word, shaking her head in disgust.

Monica began to tremble; she had never shared these feelings of inadequacy and here was Adele as though she had read her mind. "I, I, I'm OK. please can we change the subject" Monica almost begged.

Monica, you perfect little thing, I can see it in your eyes. Those beautiful blue eyes I can feel your need." Adele assured her. "Your need to feel appreciated. You deserve it. You get perfect grades; you do as your parents expect and you give so much of your time to the church. And that doesn't even include just how gorgeous you are." She complimented her. "That should get you noticed all on its own" Adele grabbed her other hand and held them wide giving her a perfect view of Monica's body, which she scanned provocatively.

Monica blushed at the praise, but then she began to tear up, "Yes, you're right Adele. I do feel invisible within my own family and sometimes even to my friends. Those same friends are infatuated with my little brother, the football star. Always asking how he's doing instead of how I am doing." The tears began to stream down her cheeks. Her voice cracked as she continued, "My parents are always so concerned that I don't do anything wrong socially, wanting me to become the debutante that my mother was and live that perfect life that she now lives.

Adele snickered, "Perfect life? Hardly!"

Monica looked at Adele, who was laughing and said, "Yes, perfect life. She's the perfect mother, wife, does all this charity work, goes to church, always being the perfect person that I must live up to! I'm always in her shadow. Sometimes I just hate her."

Their fingers were now interlock, Monica mumbled, "I don't know what to do."

"You could let me help you." Adele offered, moving closer, brushing a stray hair out of Monica's eyes and then she began to gently kiss away the tears. Adele whispered as she did it, "I understand, Precious. I'm here for you. I'm not going to ignore you. I'm going to give you all the attention you need." With that, she kissed Monica on the lips then backed away just a bit, "Let me help you forget, for the moment."

The young virgin was stunned. Monica had only ever kissed by two boys in her life and considered herself only heterosexual. Yet here she was, stunned to find herself on the couch, with a woman, as Adele continued to kiss her.

The kisses continued, and between each one, the young predator whispered promises to Monica that she was there to make everything "OK" and that soon she would understand everything. Adele pulled away a bit, looking Monica in the eye.

"You trust me, don't you?" She asked the overwhelmed young lady.

Another tear ran down Monica's cheek as she nodded, staring at the Ice Queen's pouty lips with the crimson red lipstick. Adele got a wicked grin on her face, moved in and kissed Monica again; this time inserting her tongue into Monica's mouth. An astonished Monica started to feel warm all over and openly moaned into Adele's mouth as she tasted her cigarette breath. The two were now openly French kissing.

Adele was holding one of Monica's hands, and her other hand was running through her long hair. Monica was starting to feel the heat between her legs as Adele ran her hand down her arm and took hold of her sizable breast. Monica whimpered under Adele's control as Adele began to tug on a nipple extending through her bra. The kiss was intensifying and Monica, despite being somewhat revolted by kissing a woman, was undeniably lost in passion. She felt so wanted, so sexy, and felt the need to please Adele.

The room was filled with sounds of lips smacking and increased breathing and as their lips would separate a string of saliva remained between the two of them as Adele knew that once Monica partook of her bodily fluids, she would own her. The young predator removed Monica's pumpkin colored sweater. Monica trembled as she realized for the very first time, she was surrendering herself to a woman, her brother's girlfriend.

The kissing continued, and the women began to run their hands over each other's necks, faces, and hair. Their legs became intertwined with one another. It felt so strange to Monica to have a soft cleanly shaving leg interlocking with her own as they continued to French kiss. Monica tepidly reached out her hand and ran it along Adele's outer thigh and then pulled back. She ran her other hands through the sexy vixen's hair, not believing what was starting to unfold.

Adele's tanned bronze legs interlock with the ivory white legs of the young Virgin daughter. The kissing continued as Adele whispered, "Let yourself go, baby girl. You need this, you crave this."

Monica moved her hand to Adele's torso, and her hand was just below the beautiful teardrop breasts. She moaned as Adele fondled her large breast, placing her own hand over Adele's squeezing along with her. She was losing herself to the seductress.

Adele pulled away from the kiss, took her free hand and directed Monica's chin down so that she was forced to look at Adele's hand as it fondled Monica's breast. This caused Monica to come to grips with the fact that she was entering into a lesbian encounter. This was something she considered to be unholy, and that she swore she would never ever do it. But there was no way to say no to Adele.

Adele pulled her hand away from Monica's breast and removed the strap on Monica's high heel and delicately put her shoe on the floor as Monica trembled and realized that Adele would be stripping her naked. After her shoe was removed, they continued to kiss. Monica, completely lost in lust, willingly put her other leg across Adele's lamp as the temptress removed the other high heel. Monica hungrily kissed the knob of her shoulder blade as Adele continued her seduction.

They went back to kissing, their bodies locked as Adele whispered, "When was the last time your boyfriend touched you like this?"

"Never, not like this." Monica moaned.

The she-devil whispered in her ear, "You should be touched like this every night and you should never be ignored, or made to feel invisible." Adele groped her breast again.

Monica moaned her appreciation as she lay back against the couch, lost in passion.

The temptress worked over her neck, licking and kissing and nibbling. It was at that point Adele began to suck on her neck.

Monica whimpered, "Please no marks. Do not mark me. I'm begging."

Adele smiled inside as she continued to suck, knowing she had Monica under her control and that Monica knew it and that she would refuse Adele nothing. The teen domme continued to mark her neck as Monica whimpered, "No, please don't."

Adele's leg was over the top of Monica's lap and Monica realized what she needed to do. She began to remove the platform stilettos from the temptress feet. Monica removed both of Adele's fuck me shoes, and their bodies became interlocked again as they began to make out. Both women's hands now freely roamed each other's bodies as Monica found the courage to cup one of Adele's beautiful, perfect breasts. She found it firm to the point of jealousy. She was also once more completely stymied that she was on her couch in the middle of her parents living room, making out with another woman.

Adele stopped kissing the overheated debutant and asked, "Are you ready to serve me?"

The naïve Monica was not exactly sure what that meant but she also knew that this woman had captured her mind and was now in the process of capturing her body and nodded yes.

Adele smiled knowing that the game was over and said, "I asked you a question."

Monica meekly replied, "Yes."

"Excuse me?" the confident teen snapped.

The firm voice and curt reply caused a bolt of lust to shoot through Monica's pussy. She didn't understand, but it made her immediately return with, "Yes, I'm ready to serve you Adele."

"Mistress! I'm ready to serve you, mistress!" Adele demanded.

Monica was perplexed about what was taking place but again felt the need to please this sexy dominant woman. She knew she couldn't handle being ignored by her now, or black balled by the young temptress. She needed her. Adele made her feel things she had never felt, and most of all, she made her feel wanted. Overwhelmed with need, tears again dripped down her cheeks and she whispered, "Yes, mistress, I'm, umm, I'm ready to serve you."

Adele gave her a knowing smirk, turned her back to Monica, grabbed her long lock of hair, pulled it over her shoulder, revealing the zipper on her dress.

Monica gulped and tried to catch your breath as her trembling fingers reached for the zipper on Adele's dress and began to pull it down. She now fully understood what Adele meant by serving her. She removed the dress off the tall girl's lithe body, revealing her muscular, taunt, tattoo covered body. Monica couldn't help thinking how trashy all the tattoos looked. But couldn't believe how drawn she was to her at the same time. When she removed the dress, she realized the sexy teen had no panties on. The naïve twenty-something couldn't believe that Adele would walk around with no underwear on. How bold, she thought.

Adele leaned back on the couch, hiking her legs up and spreading them wide, revealing the thin landing strip that was wet with perspiration. "Come worship me, my pet. Come partake of your goddess' nectar." She said as she put her hand on the back of Monica's head, guiding her toward her love nest.

Monica hesitated for a minute, not wanting to have lesbian sex and contemplating the part of that last sentence where Adele called herself Monica's goddess. It felt wrong, but fitting at the same time.

"Don't fight it. This is your calling...... your destiny." Adele told her as if it was the ultimate truth. "You don't wanna be that goody two shoes debutante that mommy and daddy expect, do you, precious?" Adele taunted her.

Monica looked Adele straight in the eyes and shook her head firmly.

"Then do what feels right." Adele told her, letting go of her head so it was Monica's prerogative to proceed.

Monica lowered her eyes to her treasure and then followed her stare all the way down between Adele's long bronze legs. Once she was close enough to feel the temptress' landing strip tickle her nose, she stuck out her tongue and tasted pussy for the first time.

Adele moaned her approval, "I want you to remember this day for the rest of your life. "Deeper!" Adele instructed her.

Monica stuck her tongue inside Adele's sweltering hole.

"Deeper! I said deeper slut!" Adele demanded with an imposing voice.

Monica obeyed, driving her tongue as deeply as she could, surrendering completely. She relished the taste of her goddess' sweet nectar and immediately climaxed from her submission and began grinding her face into Adele's pussy.

"That's it, please mama, please your new mama!" Adele demanded. "Pleasing me is all that will matter to you now, my little Monica slut."

Monica licked and sucked her labia and stuck her tongue deep inside the tight surroundings, surrendering to the passion.

"I fuckin own you! You're mine! Your life will never be the same." Adele howled as her orgasm built. "Look at me when I climax, whore. Watch me come on your tongue" She commanded.

With that, Adele let out a huge grunt, climaxing; sending love juices into the young virgin's mouth saying, "That's it. Drink up, drink all that good nectar. Soon that's the only thing you will crave."

The she-devil climaxed very hard, moaning "Fuck yes, I needed that."

When it was over, Adele looked down at her pet, out of breath, between her legs and she patted her head saying, "Good girl."

Monica felt as though she was being patronized but feeling a need to please she said, "Thank you, Miss."

"Well, now it's time for the main event." Adele announced, "You have something that I want. And that's why I'm here. I've come to collect."

Monica suddenly became rather nervous and could not make eye contact with the warrior princess and whispered, "What do you want Adele? I'll be happy to give you anything you want. Please tell me."

Adele was looking over at the almost fully dressed girl like she was buying a used car and said, I don't need worldly things. I don't think that'll please me. I want a different kind of prize, and from now on, when we're in private, you always call me, Miss Adele or mistress. Is that clear?

Monica was cut from the same cloth as her mother. An educated proper southern woman who was taught to please and keep harmony. "I don't understand. I've given you a big piece of me today. I've never done the things I just did with you with any other human being." Monica told her.

"Miss Adele, my name is Miss Adele, or Mistress." Adele insisted.

Monica, feeling trapped, looked for a way out and looked down towards the carpet, shaking her head and mumbling, "Yes, Miss Adele. I'm gonna go shower if that's OK? I reek of sex." She said, trying to find a way out of the situation.

"Once you've given me what I came for, you may shower." Adele stated firmly.

"What do you want, Miss Adele?" Monica asked docilely.

"I want you to give me your virginity." Adele informed her, as she reached into her bag and pulled out a huge strap on.

"What? What are you talking about? I'm saving myself for marriage. I can't give you that." Monica said with conviction.

"No, you've been saving yourself for me. Adele said firmly. "And today we will fulfill your destiny." Adle stared the young woman down.

Monica dropped her eyes to the floor

"To the world and your parents, you will look like the perfect daughter, a genuine southern belle." The seductress continued. "But, today, you'll meet your destiny and become a submissive closet lesbian, my submissive closet lesbian. Now strip!"

"Please, Miss Adele, don't do this. Don't take my virginity." Monica whined.

The ice princess lit up a cigarette, crossed your legs and took a long drag.

Knowing it was hopeless, Monica began to weep. She stripped out of her bra, then removed her skirt and panties. Adele crushed out her cigarette in the carpeting.

"Come to me." She said, holding out her hand; not a demand, not an order, a simple request.

With just the slightest hesitation, Monica took her hand and came to her tormentor. Monica was shaking as she squatted down on top of Adele and the two began to kiss. The temptress began playing with her breasts and then fingering the young girl. Monica had never been completely naked with anyone else and was becoming very heated. Adele could feel her juices leaking down onto the vixen's thighs as Monica rolled her head back and climaxed.

Adele let her revel in her pleasure for a moment then said, "Stand-up."

Monica did. So did Adele. The two girls stood together, kissed, and held one another. It felt so strange to Monica, kissing a woman and feeling the softness of her body against her own. She was full of mixed emotions as Adele broke the kiss.

"Attach the strap-on to my body, please." The domme requested.

Monica again pleaded, "Please mistress, don't do this, don't take my virginity."

The bronze goddess just laughed, "I won't be taking anything, you're about to offer it to me."

Monica put the big clear strap-on, on the dominatrix body. She couldn't take her eyes off it and mumbled, "There's no way something that big will fit inside me."

Adele motioned for her to lie on the couch on her back. Whimpering, Monica did as instructed. She didn't feel like she wanted to do this but feared losing the only person who really seemed to understand her, the one who made her feel so many new things.

Adele knelt between her legs and got into position. She started rubbing the monstrous dildo up and down the terrified virgin's thick labia.

'Oh, gawd, please no." Monica entreated, but then she involuntarily moaned a little bit as Adele teased her clit.

Monica's breathing instantly became ragged. She was now openly moaning, repeatedly crying out, "Please, please, please." She wasn't sure what she was even asking for at this point. She was lost in passion.

The she-devil was manipulating a nipple on the big breasted girl, kissing her and teasing her with the dildo. Every time Monica would get close to climaxing, Adele would back off and edge her; driving her insane with lust.

Monica's eyes were shut tight. She was moaning over and over again as she was lost in complete and utter erotic bliss, begging to climax. Finally, she realized what she had to do if she was going to be permitted to climax.

"Mistress. Please take me. Take my virginity." She beseeched. "I give in, to you."

Monica cried out, "OW!... ohhh... ow... oh no... oh no..." as the sharp pain of the giant strap-on entering her body, ripped through her nether region.

The ice princess showed no mercy as she plowed through Monica's hymen and buried the strap-on deep inside the young woman. Monica then wrapped her legs around her assaulter's ass, holding her in. Adele felt this and began to fuck her hard.

"Thank you, mistress! Thank youuuuuuuuuuuu!" Monica wailed as she climaxed for the first time from penetration. Something had broken within Monica, and she now fully gave herself to the temptress that was destroying her family.

Adele fucked the submissive girl hard and repeatedly. Monica begged for more again and again. Adele proceeded to take her in every conceivable position and Monica came multiple times. The dominant teen even let Monica be on top; this was when Adele climaxed again as well as she told the young teen she belonged to her now.

When they were done, Monica lay naked and spent, on the couch. Adele stood to get dressed, and just as she was about to reach for her dress on the nearby chair, Julia came walking into the house and saw the strap-on hanging in between her mistress' legs. Julia was stunned. How did she get in here?

"Mistress, you can't be here, my family will be home soon."

Just then, from behind the couch. Monica popped up from the couch. Julia looked at Monica, naked and obviously used up, then at the strap-on between Adele's legs and realized she had taken her daughter's virginity.

"Get the fuck out of my house! now!" The protective mother demanded.

"Momma, I'm so sorry... It was a mistake. I don't know what happened. I just..." Monica darted by her mother and ran upstairs naked.

"Get out Adele!"

"Hey, she's a beautiful woman. Who am I to resist her advances? Besides, I know you're just jealous that it wasn't you I fucked with my strap-on." Adele quipped as she lit another cigarette, put on her dress and walked out.