Turning Contest: A Lift

Turning Contest: A Lift

Summary: Seductress seduces elderly woman in a limo.

All characters in sexual situations are 18 years of age and older.

Thanks to hfernandez1983 for the story idea suggestion.

Thanks to Small_Island for editing and OhDave1 for proof reading.

THE TURNING CONTEST is a week-long competition between five MILF best friends over who can turn more straight teens, college girls and women.

The prize: The winner gets a weekend with the other four women's 18-year-old daughters.

Although each story definitely stands on its own, this is the twentieth seduction scene. Here is a quick refresher of what has happened so far.

1. Turning Contest: A Beautiful Blonde, in which seductress VERONICA STONE seduces a teen in her clothing store.

2. Turning Contest: A Cute Maid, in which reluctant seductress (she is more a submissive) and rich wife CAROL WHITE seduces and dominates her temporary maid.

3. Turning Contest: A Delicious Model, in which seductress and casting agent PORTIA JAMES seduces a cute 19-year-old model who is auditioning for a part in the new Matt Damon movie.

4. Turning Contest: A Desperate Asian, in which black professor CRYSTAL WATSON seduces a shy Japanese student in her office.

5. Turning Contest: A Dominated Thief, in which store owner VERONICA STONE molests an 18-year-old who tried to steal from her store.

6. Turning Contest: A Drunk Bday Girl, in which married seductress JASMINE JONES molests, seduces and fucks a 21-year-old birthday girl at a club.

7. Turning Contest: A Drunk Bride 2 Be, in which JASMINE JONES continues her night at the club by seducing a friend of the birthday girl as well as a bride-to-be at her bachelorette party.

8. Turning Contest: A Edible Waitress, in which CRYSTAL WATSON seduces a cute, big breasted, 18-year-old waitress at an open-all-night diner.

9. Turning Contest: A Fashionable Cutie, in which PORTIA JAMES seduces a cute Victoria's Secret saleswoman in a change room.

10. Turning Contest: A Fateful Birthday, in which CAROL WHITE seduces a chubby girl at the beach and doubles down on a peeping Belle.

11. Turning Contest: A Former Student, in which CRYSTAL WATSON bumps into a former student, goes back to her place and seduces her slyly.

12. Turning Contest: A Friend in Need, in which PORTIA JAMES seduces, somewhat by accident, her good friend who just caught her husband sucking cock in her kitchen.

13. Turning Contest: A Friend of Amy's, in which VERONICA STONE gets her third turn with a surprisingly quirky nerd with the assistance of her first seduction (turn 1: A Beautiful Blonde).

14. Turning Contest: A Girl Guide's Sis, in which JASMINE JONES seduces an 18-year-old selling cookies for her younger sister and who just happens to be her own daughter's cross-town rival.

15. Turning Contest: A Hit & Lick, in which CRYSTAL WATSON is hit from behind at a red light by a teen girl and uses the opportunity to get not one, but two turns seducing the nerdish driver and her Muslim friend.

16. Turning Contest: A Kinky Cuckquean, in which VERONICA STONE catches two teens having sex in one of her dressing rooms and uses it to blackmail them into submitting sexually to her.

17. Turning Contest: A Kismet Encounter, in which CRYSTAL WATSON bumps into her daughter's grade three teacher in line at a coffee shop and brings her home for a sweet seduction.

18. Turning Contest: A Lick for a Raise, in which VERONICA STONE turns a good employee who may be trying to blackmail her, into a pussy licking and strap-on-taking pet.

19. Turning Contest: A Lick Shop, [SI1]in which PORTIA JAMES seduces and turns a mother and daughter individually at a fancy dress shop.

Continuing minutes later after Portia and her friend Abby have left the shop.

Turning Contest: A Lift

They were in the limousine for only a couple of minutes when Portia saw an older woman she estimated to be in her early sixties stranded on the side of the road.

"Pull over," Portia ordered the limo driver.

Once stopped, she got out and asked, "Do you need a lift?"

"You are the first one to stop for me in twenty minutes," the relieved woman said, her car dead and even though it had gone 6 O'clock, the heat was really beginning to make her sweaty.

"Well, come on in," Portia generously offered.

"Let me just grab my purse," the older woman said, turning back to her car.

"What are you doing?" Abby whispered from just inside the limo. "We're already running behind schedule, aren't we?"

Portia turned to her friend. "You really think making a dinner reservation is more important than helping some poor woman stranded on the side of the road?"

Abby felt chagrined. This woman, her friend, was certainly ambitious and tough when needed, sometimes selfish when it came to her desires, but never cold-hearted. "Of course, not," she said, eyes downcast. "I was letting my own eagerness to make it to the gala get in the way of doing the right thing." Looking up, she smirked. "For a pure devil, you sure can be the angel in need."

Portia leaned in and lowered her voice. "And oh, by the way, she's going to be number six and you're going to help me pull off back-to-back-to-back turns." Abby's eyes shot up. "Just do as I tell you," Portia ordered quietly as she sensed the other woman stepping up behind her.

Abby nodded and slid back across the seat as Portia straightened, turned to the gray-haired woman, and motioned her to enter the luxurious, air-conditioned interior.

"Thank you so much," the woman said, looking around at the fancy limousine. "I haven't been in one of these since my wedding day back in '88."

"Are you still married?" Portia asked as she slid in next to her, putting the unsuspecting woman between a veteran lesbian seductress and her eager protégé.

"Widowed," the woman answered.

"Sorry to hear that," Portia said, moving her hand to the woman's leg and giving it a gentle caress.

"Thanks, it's been almost five years now," she said with a heavy heart as she missed him every day.

"I see," Portia nodded sympathetically, her hand still gently giving the woman a caress. "My name is Portia, and this here is Abby."

"Hello," the woman nodded to both before offering her name, "I'm Miranda."

"That is a sexy name," Portia said.

"That is not something I have ever had anyone tell me," Miranda laughed. "Portia seems more exotic to me."

"I'm named after a character in a Shakespeare play," Portia said, "not overly exotic."

"I am too," Miranda laughed.

"Well, then this is a rather serendipitous meeting," Portia smiled.

"I guess it is," the woman said.

"Where can we take you?" Portia asked.

"Any tow truck place would be great," she said, wishing she had remembered her cell phone this morning, but she often forgot it when she left the house.

Portia pressed the driver intercom button. "Jonathan, please google and take us to the nearest garage with a tow service," Portia requested. "And do be sure it's a good one."

"Yes, ma'am," the driver answered. Jonathan had driven Portia many times in the past and easily interpreted her last sentence to mean that he should take his time getting them to their next stop. He'd had the pleasure of playing voyeur to many of her sexual encounters in these situations, although never with someone as apparently old as the lady they'd just picked up. But then again, he was almost fifty himself now, and it was good to know that he was still within the range this kinky hottie was willing to play with.

As the other two women spoke, Abby opened the limo's mini-bar and poured cold bottled water into a cut-crystal tumbler. Holding it out to Miranda, she said, "Here, you must be parched after waiting in the sun so long."

"Thank you," the older woman said gratefully, immediately taking a long sip.

"And here," Abby continued, now handing her a cloth napkin. "We don't seem to have wet wipes, but you can use this to wipe your face and neck if you like."

Miranda took the cloth and chuckled, "My mother would have had a stroke if she could see me acting so 'plainly' in front of total strangers, but I hope you both won't mind if I take you at your word." She took the heavy, white cloth and dipped its corner in her glass before wiping the sweat from her eyes, face and the back of her neck.

As the gray-haired woman then took another long drink of water, Portia said, "We really have come a long way since our mothers' and grandmothers' time, haven't we, and thank God for it. Why should a man be free to wipe his sweaty face with a bandana while we aren't even supposed to acknowledge that we do sweat."

Miranda laughed. "Horses sweat, men perspire, women glow, that's what my Gran used to say."

Abby took the near-empty glass from Miranda and refilled it.

"So, Miranda," Portia said, "I'm glad to learn that you are a woman not afraid to go out on your own or to do what she really wants to do, even if it seems impolite to some judgmental fossils."

Miranda laughed again. Her laugh was hearty and put her into the category of late-middle-age rather than elderly, and Portia took that as a good sign for her perverse plan. She got an even better feeling from the woman's next words.

"Well, I know some people expected me to shrivel up into an old fossil when I lost Terry, but that's not how we lived together, and he made me promise I wouldn't let it change when he was gone."

"Well, in that spirit," the seductress said, "may I speak frankly with you?"

"Of course," the woman said, her face growing serious. "I know I'm putting you out, so please, don't feel you have to go out of your way to help me--"

"No, no," Portia interrupted, "that's not a problem at all. Although, it is funny that you mention putting out... You see, just before we saw you, I was getting ready to put out for Abby... or perhaps she would be putting out for me?" she mused.

Miranda's mouth hung open a bit as she stared in confusion. Had she heard the woman correctly?

"Well, regardless," Portia continued, "we just had a surprisingly stimulating visit to a wonderful shop in town and decided to do something about our excitement levels before we got stuck in a public setting. Do you understand?"

Miranda didn't really but found herself intrigued. The two young women were lovely and both really dressed to the nines. "Makes sense to me," she said to keep things flowing.

Abby instantly knew what was meant by 'doing something about their excitement levels' but was still surprised when Portia theatrically pulled the bottom of her dress up around her waist and spread her legs.

Years of sex in gowns and kinky locations had made the dark-haired beauty very good at choosing a dress that gave quick easy access to her pussy... for fingers, tongues, and even cocks on occasion, but for this, a disguised reach through the slit of her dress wouldn't do... she wanted full exposure.

"Here?" Abby asked. "In front of a stranger?"

"Now," Portia stated firmly, spreading her legs further. "I'm sure Miranda here is no stranger to cunnilingus."

Miranda's eyes went wide at the sudden situation before her as she watched this pretty woman hike up her gown, showing she wore a pair of sexy stockings with a garter belt, but no panties, over a well-trimmed but still healthy bush. Then, responding to a little apologetic nod from the lighter-haired woman, Abby she remembered, she found herself sliding over into Abby's place, while the woman lifted up her own gown enough to get on her knees on the floor and cross in front of Miranda before setting herself between Portia's firm thighs. "Oh my," the lonely widow said.

"Sorry, but I really need to have the edge taken off and my pet needs to be fed regularly," Portia explained, as Abby, her cheeks burning red, began to lick the pussy she was already addicted to.

"I see," the older woman replied, having never seen any sort of lesbian action in person, although she had seen some in porn as her deceased husband enjoyed watching lesbian porn before they had sex or even while she blew him. She had been a very good wife, willing to please her husband with her mouth and pussy throughout their marriage and had come to find porn rather erotic. Now she couldn't help but stare at the live version.

Portia took in the not-surprisingly surprised look on the older woman's face, but happily, she didn't see disgust and sensed that the possibility of a turn was really there. "If I'm not being too forward," she questioned conversationally, as if asking something mostly innocent, "have you ever tasted a pussy?"

"Um, no," Miranda answered, even as she couldn't pull her stare away from the lesbian act of one woman between another woman's legs. It was very erotic. While she had never been with a woman, she did find two women having sex, especially oral, rather stimulating and had wondered on more than one occasion what a pussy would taste like and what it would feel like to have a woman please her.

"Have you ever wondered about it?" Portia asked, seeing the look of curiosity on the woman's face.

"Well, not really," Miranda answered with a less than convincing tone, breaking her stare at the oral act before her and looking into the eyes of the pretty woman.

"Not really?" Portia pressed in response to an answer that was not a no... the opportunity increasing for another turn.

"Well, I never really had," Miranda began and stopped. Why was she telling this stranger anything? Yet, she could feel her long-neglected vagina tingling for the first time in not weeks, or months, but years.

"Go on," Portia encouraged, as she put her hand back on the woman's leg even as Abby pleasured her.

"I just...I don't...," Miranda began, the feeling of someone's hand on her leg sending chills down her spine.

Portia gently caressed the woman's nylon-clad leg, the hose were unfortunately cheap quality and not real silk, as she continued to push her bewildered prey. "Go on, this is a safe place."

"I've never been with a woman before," Miranda said, as she stared at the kneeling woman licking this woman's pussy, feeling a growing fire in her loins.

"Have you ever wondered about it?" Portia asked, letting out the slightest of moans as Abby slowly but thoroughly probed her pussy.

"Maybe on rare occasions," Miranda admitted.

"Would now be a rare occasion?" Portia asked, moving her hand under the flowery dress.

"I-I-I don't know," Miranda stammered, looking at and feeling the hand moving under her dress.

"If you say no, I'll stop right now," Portia said, looking into the dazed woman's eyes, "but if you are at all curious, part your legs, Miranda."

Miranda was overwhelmed. She hadn't been touched in an eternity. The lesbian act before her had her indeed intrigued. The hand under her dress and slowly maneuvering close to her long-neglected pussy had her curious and desperate. She didn't say a word... she wasn't sure what to say... but she parted her legs wordlessly, allowing this strange situation to continue as she gave unspoken permission.

"Mmmmmmmm," Portia purred, as she took the parting of the woman's thin legs as an invitation, and moved her hand directly to her pussy, "Just say the words and I'll give you the most amazing orgasm you have ever experienced."

The brazen fingers suddenly touching her pussy through her panties and pantyhose intensified the sudden burning inside her. Miranda felt flushed. She felt nervous. But, most of all, she felt excited and sexually alive for the first time in years. "Okay," she whispered in the quietest way a woman could ever give consent.

"Okay," Portia smiled, not pushing her to say more. Sometimes she would push the woman to beg or submit, but her instincts for these things were sharp and she knew that wasn't the right play in this moment. Instead, she instructed, as she continued slowly rubbing her pussy, "Lie down along the long seat, with your head towards the front."

The limo's passenger seating was in an L-configuration, with the long section running alongside the driver's side. Miranda slowly, but excitedly slid over from the rear bench to the side bench and assumed the position the younger woman had directed. The touch of the bold woman's fingers had made her feel things she hadn't in a long, long time and reawakened her natural, submissive side and she pulled the skirt of her summer dress up to her waist without having to be told.

Portia put two fingers under Abby's chin and lifted gently. "Unzip me, pet," she ordered, before twisting in her seat. Abby instinctually understood her role and after lowering the long zipper, she peeled the new dress down her mistress's frame and carefully laid it over the back of the rear bench seat, leaving Portia in the lingerie set she'd purchased earlier at Victoria's Secret while scoring her first turn of the day. Then the nearly naked form was flowing across to and over the older woman.

Miranda was in a daze. She thought she was about to be orally pleased and suddenly she realized she would be doing the same too. As this woman straddled her face, her eyes went wide at the sight of a semi-hairy pussy allowing another chill to go up her spine.

Portia didn't lower her pussy right away; she moved her hands to the cheap pantyhose and ripped them at the crotch. She then tugged the panties to the side and rubbed the equally hairy pussy. She said, always loving to look at a pretty pussy, "Your pussy looks amazing."