Mary Ann and Lisa had been roommates for three years. She knew from the moment seen her that she had to have her. It was no doubt her mind that Lisa was going to inevitably be hers and after three years of wanting, it was going to happen one way or the other. Mary Ann knew Lisa's last class was going to be getting out soon and she needed to get ready for what she had in store. Tonight was going to be the night, Lisa was going to be hers and that chocolate diva was going to be cumming under the pressure of her lips in less than 1 hour. She got hot every time she thought about their first meeting and how the seduction began.
3 Years Ago....
I walked into my apartment with my mom and two step-brothers on my heels. "You guys can just drop the boxes and leave." I really wanted them gone, I was in college now and it was time for me to be unleashed. That and I was desperate to try out my new vibrating Dildo. I could tell from the pictures hanging in the living room that my new roommate had arrived. I knew a little about her. We had talked on the phone a couple of times and of course I had snooped around her Facebook page. I could tell that she was shy and obviously unaware of her body. She was bigger than most but had an air of sexuality that was waiting to be unleashed.
"Are you sure? We shouldn't leave your boxes out in the open like this", my mother chided in her thick Spanish accent. She went around my brothers who were still holding my boxes like idiots. "Its fine mom just put the boxes down."
"You don't have to be so rude," my step-brother Mikhail spat. He had a thorn in his side because he didn't get accepted to Granger and had to opt out for a local college. Oh well, I thought, it wasn't my fault. My oldest step brother Emilio sat his box down and went straight to the kitchen. He was the oldest out of all of us with Mikhail just after him then me. Unlike his brother, he was more calm and serene but very sexual.
"Well, what do you expect Mik? She's a bitch", he playfully swatted my ass on his way to the kitchen. It stung at his touch and tingled. I knew my brother secretly adored my ass but he only went for touching when he was absolutely certain no one was looking. I had let this happen for years and figured it was only a matter of time before my sexy oldest step brother was going to get a taste of my pussy. My mother went about the living room arranging the boxes we had brought up and began taking things out before I could protest. I sighed and walked past her frantic shuffling in the living room to look into Lisa's room. I walked in and observed the feminine touches of her room.
There was a picture of her and her family on her nightstand. You can certainly tell where she gets her figure from, I thought. Her mom looked like an Amazon goddess while her father and brother looked lighter with softer looks. I could hear my step brothers begin to argue about who should drive home while my mother continued to shuffle boxes. I went to her closet and noted that she hung her bras. The huge cups carried her scent. I touched a pink one with lace trim and felt the softness of the fabric. I held it up to my nose and inhaled deeply. I knew from our brief conversations and messages that Lisa was not comfortable in her sexuality or in her body. I found her body extremely sexy. I imagined her soft and sexy chocolate skin pressed against my caramel skin. I couldn't wait feel her thighs moist with arousal wrapped around my waist as I pound her pussy with my newly purchased strap on. Things were going to change soon and I was going to make her feel beautiful.
"Snooping around in your roommates clothes?" my mother asked. Her curly chestnut hair flowed around her shoulders as she held up small black box, sealed with a lock. "What is this?" she asked innocently. I quickly snatched it out of her hand. I didn't want to risk her shaking it too hard and starting one of my vibrators.
"Nothing!" I said quickly. "Are you preparing to leave?" I was hoping to get started on that fuck session and of course, seducing Lisa.
"Yes, we are. But, I wanted to talk to you first." I began walking out of the room, desperate to hide my box of toys. "About what, "I said, crossing the living room and passing the kitchen to go into my room. I glanced at my two step brothers who were still in the process of arguing while snacking on a bag of chips and watching television. I entered my new room to find that pictures had been hung, my bed made and my clothes were put up in my closet. I was touched that my mother had gone through the process of setting me up. A feeling of guilt washed over me. If I could stop thinking with my hormones for once, maybe I could notice how hard this process was on my mother. She was losing me and my step brother Mikhail now while my step brother Emilio would be going away to get his masters in two months. My mother had always been close to us. She had no choice. My workaholic father never paid any of us attention and I could tell my mother was lonely.
My father was a fool. He often cheated on
my mom with any woman that passed him. I was always confused by that; my mom was a beautiful woman. She was that ultimate M.I.L.F. Her breast stood proud and slightly low due to having a child and age. Her 34 D chest was only accentuated by her curvy Latina ass. Many people called us twins. You could hardly tell that she was in her mid forties. My father never pleased her the way she desperately wanted and her strict Catholic upbringing stopped her from divorcing him. She also thought that we would take it hard.
The truth was, I didn't like my father and neither did my brothers. We all desperately wanted them to get a divorce but we knew our mother would feel like a failure. My step brother Emilio secretly wanted to be man of the house and kick my father out but he knew our mother would stop him despite her dislike of her husband.
My father's first wife, Mikhail and Emilio's mother, died during child birth and they only had a few pictures of her. Strangely enough his mother looked like my mother, Lucinda. They were curvy, exuded sexuality and had softness behind them. My father married my mother barely a year after his first wife died. However, my step brothers held no animosity towards me or my mother. Both of them loved my mother and treated me like a princess. But both were very angry at our father. They treated him with cordiality rather than the caring love you might expect from a father -- son relationship. Both my brothers secretly wanted my mother. They thought I was unaware but I watched their eyes wander possessively when they thought no one was looking.
