Waking up, Priscilla is eager to start her day. Standing Priscilla smiles to rub her flanks sensually and slowly. Dragging her fingers down from her breasts to her hips then behind herself to her ass. Smiling at the memory of her young admirers lust for her rear, Priscilla gives her own ass a self satisfying squeeze. She then chuckles into the back of her hand as she strikes a dominating pose in her standing full body mirror. She then snatches up her bathrobe. After finding out that Dipper Pines is her number one fan, she is determined to make him hers.
Priscilla running her finger across her lips to think 'He's in love with me I'm sure… No its lustful love right now. But I'll make you love me Mason. You already dream of me and so do I. After what happened to us in the bathroom I see it now as faith not an accident. Yes faith made you hard and me wet that day… And faith has continued to help bring us together. If I had know this was our future I wouldn't have screamed. No I would have kissed you admitted I was your Empress and made our first true moment of lustful passion a memorable moment in that shower~.'
Priscilla bites her finger loving her small fantasy of what if? What if she moaned and said more? What if Dipper agreed and the two began their romantic journey sooner and made the summer all about them? What if Dipper knocked her up without a care?
Priscilla gasps her finger grazing her wet pussy to then touch her stomach where her womb should be. Can she have babies, can she still be a worthy woman to a young and eager lover like Dipper? Can she give him children the dream of every man is to have kids right? No faith is with her, she will accomplish it all and have Dipper as her young stud, its faith and their destiny.
Slipping on her robe, Priscilla heads to the dining room for breakfast. A week has passed since Dipper started working for her as her live-in butler. And Priscilla has grown to enjoy the breakfasts he makes for her. However, to her surprise, there's no breakfast but a bottle of maple syrup on the table. Before she could react, Dipper comes running in, looking a little disheveled.
"Ma'am, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to oversleep."
Priscilla smiles, she herself knows the truth as she does every time he sleeps in. Dipper spent a good portion of the night trying to calm down his raging erections. See the milf smile confusing Dipper as she approaches him.
"Relax, boy, I'm not mad," she says, petting his face even using her thumb to stroke his cheek affectionately.
A confused Dipper asks, "You're not?"
"Since I learned something special about you this past week. I thought it's be good for me to make you breakfast?"
Dipper does a double take asking "Me… wait why, what's happening right?"
Priscilla steps away before undoing her robe and letting it drop. And much to Dipper's mildly blushing face makes his face red hot as Priscilla reveals to Dipper her naked form. Dipper freezes in shock as he feels his erection begin to form and his cock presses against his pants. The milf isn't done yet as she walks back to the table, swinging her hips and shaking her ass for her soon-to-be lover. Priscilla makes sure her swaying wig wagging hips, her ass claps ever so softly too. The clapping echo of Priscilla's ass acting as a metronome and the sound resonating into Dipper's ears which causes his cock to twitch in time with each of her ass claps. Taking the bottle of syrup, Priscilla opens it, pouring some all over her breasts. Working the syrup into her breasts like lotion until both of her breasts are sticky and shiny. Dipper at this point is practically drooling at the sight before him. Turning sensually and making sure her titties slapped together. Priscilla bends over, sticking her ass out before taking the remaining of the syrup and pouring it all over her ass cheeks. Dipper watches as the thick syrup slowly goes down the milf ass and even pours between her asscheeks. Mixing with her juices and making her pussy extra shiny to Dipper's eyes. Tossing the empty bottle aside, Priscilla sat on the table, ignoring the cold bit of the glass table to her bare skin. But still sticky Priscilla feels empowered as she drinks in Dipper's hungry eyes as she fully presents herself to him.
Smiling, she reaches out with her foot to poke Dipper's cheek, breaking his stupor of lust to say, "Breakfast is ready, my boy~. So come, don't let it get cold."
Dipper nodded as he moves in, without an ounce of hesitation, he began sucking and licking Priscilla's tits. Loudly slurping and festing on her breasts as his hands grip her sticky ass and brings her to his lap. Priscilla moans in pleasure as she feels Dipper lick, suck and nip at her breasts. Clean both her titties as if he was a starved hound and his cock pokes up against her sticky pussy.
"It's right, my boy; lick me clean. Devour me and make me shine with your lips!"
Dipper continues his actions while Priscilla moans until her tits are completely licked clean. But Dipper is far from done, and so is Priscilla. Lifting herself off Dipper's lap she turns around to stick her ass out to his face. Presenting it to Dipper's face which makes Dipper lick his lips slowly as hunger and lust drives him. Due to the syrup still coating her ass, Dipper's face became stuck between her cheeks, not that either of them minds. Dipper holding Priscilla's ass open to fest once more. Priscilla moans as Dipper's tongue invades her holes both inside and out. He even slowly drags his tongue along her ass cheeks to smack his lips. And kiss her ass cheek, Priscilla looks over her shoulder to smile as Dipper looks into her eyes. The two understand each other without saying a word.
Priscilla thinks 'Yes that's right my young stallion workshop Empress. Worship my seat and you will always be rewarded for your displays of devotion. Soon that beast of a cock you have between your legs will paint my love tunnel. And Maybe even paint my ass if you produce enough seed~.'
"You like that, you naughty boy; you like having your cute little face stuck to my big fat milf ass," teased Priscilla as she swayed her ass, getting a muffled "yes."
Dipper pulled his face away and began licking the syrup off Priscilla's ass cheeks, being extra kinky things and biting her ass cheeks. The bites didn't hurt, but Priscilla felt it every time he did.
"Careful, mister, that premium milf booty meat you're munching on,"
"But your booty is so delicious," he moaned before sucking on her cheeks and letting them go with a pop. He then slowly drags his tongue from the bottom of Priscilla's ass to the very top. Which makes Priscilla smile before smacking his face with her ass.
Priscilla says "Such arrogance but it is well placed, my rear is the only food you will know. And with proper training you will know every inch of my body like the good young stud I play to form you into. Now eat and do so slowly~."
Cleaned off the syrup after nearly thirty minutes, Dipper spun Priscilla around before sitting her on the table. Moving between her legs, he held her close by the ass as he whispered.
"I love you, my empress; please be mine,"
"What?"
"I want you to be my wife and the mother of my children. I'll never take you for granted as that ungrateful bastard did. I'll treat you and your body like the treasure it's always been. You are a temple of beauty and should be worshiped."
Something sparked like a wall in her heart collapsed as she cried joyfully.
"Yes…yes… I will be your wife and the mother of your children. Just 'rubs a few tears from her eyes' love me and make me feel like a woman wanted and help me forget that man,"
Dipper and Priscilla stared lovingly at each other before they moved in for a kiss. Their lips tantalizingly close only for Priscilla's alarm to go off just as their lips are about to meet. Jerking herself up, Priscilla felt a mixture of embarrassment and disappointment. The former is because she was so willing to be his woman, and the latter because it was just a dream. Snarling at the end of her fantasy Priscilla slaps the alarm off to grumble at her burning heat.
"I'm going to make that boy mine, but I have to make him submit to me."
Priscilla contemplated how she would do that, she considered just telling him she was Booty Empress, but she wanted him to fall for her, not her persona. Priscilla wondered about the best way to seduce him without being so obvious, like Mrs. Robinson. Looking at her calendar, she notices what day it is and an idea pops into her head.
Smirking to say "I think I know where to start,"
In the dining room, Dipper had finished spreading the breakfast, his mind fresh from his dream.
'Can't believe I dreamed my Empress was in my room… Maybe this is a sign I need a girlfriend?' he thought.
Suddenly Priscilla walked in wearing a different nightie. Dipper notices the skirt is shorter, as she walks, he gets a peek of her purple thong. And he could easily guess that if she went to bend over her ass would fall out. The top part looked a little tight as it seemed like her breasts would burst through as she showed off a good amount of cleavage.
'Woah,' he thought.
'Already under my spell, as expected of my number one worshiper.' she thought, sitting down.
Unknown to Dipper, the nightie Priscilla is wearing is actually Pacifica's spare. Priscilla deciding to 'borrowed' it before coming to breakfast. Having sat down, the skirt rode up, exposing her thong-covered ass. Priscilla hoping Dipper would sneak a peek, but the gentleman inside him refused with great effort though.
'C'mon, boy, look at me with those lustful eyes again. Show me you want me just as I want you.'
Dipper is about to leave when Priscilla calls him before tossing him an apple.
"You need more fruits in your diet." Priscilla informed.
"How did you know?"
"Call it women's intuition, Mason Pines,"
" I prefer everyone calls me Dipper,"
"As your employer, it is very unprofessional to refer to you by such a childish nickname, so I will refer to you as Mason, understand?"
"Yes, ma'am,"
"Now, Mason, finish your chores fast because I'm going to need your help this afternoon,"
"Really?"
"Today is my virtual yoga class, and I need a partner."
"Virtual yoga?"
"You'll see, just come to the Attic by noon and wear a workout shirt and decent shorts, too," said Priscilla, shooing him away to start his work. 'You'll be mine in no time.'
Later.
After finishing the morning work easily, Dipper goes to the Attic wearing a black tank top with matching shorts and compression shorts underneath. Luckily this place is normal workout gear that he brought with him figuring he could exercise in his downtime. Entering the attic, he saw how it was built like a gym; this always left Dipper impressed whenever he came up here.
"Man, I could use a setup like this."
"If you keep up the good work, perhaps I'll let you use it in your downtime."
Dipper turned to see Priscilla walk in wearing her own workout gear. Priscilla wore a red sports bra with matching spandex shorts. To say Dipper is aroused would be an understatement; it took every ounce of willpower not to get an erection as Priscilla walked to him, her hips swinging with each elegant step. While Priscilla maintains her calm attitude, she is internally jumping for joy and excitement.
'Just look at him; his eyes are begging to ravage me, such youthful and lustful hunger. I don't want to tease you Mason but faith clearly wants me to push and see what it'll take for you to give me.' she thought then asks, seeing Dipper staring, "Are you okay?"
"Oh uh, Yes, ma'am,"
"Listen, boy, it takes a lot of work to maintain a body like mine, especially at my age which is why I need help. Normally Pacifica helps me because the poses I use to maintain my body can be difficult without a spotter. Still, it's all for the sake of my body and health, but she's not here. So I'm going to need you to help me. And I need to know if you can keep this professional and keep your hormones in check?"
"I sure can, ma'am, but you shouldn't call yourself old; you're still young and beautiful."
"Thank you for the flattery, but I'm not as young as I used to be. And don't remind me of what happened during that incident… Also you better not be doing or having fantasies of that day either."
"No nope, no inappropriate thoughts ma'am keeping it professional honestly. But I'm serious. I know people in their twenties that would sell their souls for a body like yours. Demons would pay one hundred times their weight in gold for a body like yours. I should know I already fought those demons."
"You're serious?"she asked with a cocked and curious eyebrow.
"I may have had to fight a succubus that stole my sister's chest and your daughter's butt a few weeks ago. It got awkward fast due to what I needed to do to help them reattach their magically detached assets. And my sister still can't let it go. She has a naughty teasing habit, that caused the situation in the first place."
"Really?"
"Yeah, but it wasn't so hard to stop her. I just had to work harder without damaging what she had stolen from them."
"Well, in that case, thank you for the compliment… And the odd story, now, let's get started," said Priscilla. 'He's such a charmer, hold tight my dear Mason. Just a little more teasing, and you'll have your milf and eat her too.'
Grabbing a nearby remote, Priscilla pressed a button, activating a projector which projects onto a wall. Without delay the image of a yoga instructor appears and she begins the class.
"Good afternoon, class, and welcome to this week's yoga session," said the instructor. "This week will be focusing on poses performed by couples. We will start in a few minutes so stretch wisely first."
"So it's a couple's session today."
"Couple's session?" asked Dipper.
"Occasionally, the instructor's husband helps out; these sessions are rare, as my former husband is usually busy with his own business. I haven't done one of these in a few months while I was still married to Preston, but he would quit after a few minutes. Saying its stupid or beneath us to do such things when we would use botox or other medical aids to stay youthful and fit."
"Really?'
"Most of the time, it's just the instructor. But considering how intimate these sessions can get, maybe we should skip it." Dipper right away notices the dower look on Priscilla's face, all a part of her plan.
"Wait, ma'am, I can tell that these sessions mean a lot to you. So if you're still okay with me helping you, I can be your pretend temporary husband… I uh mean, I can still be your partner," he said, blushing and trying to correct his wording.
'He wants to be my husband, oh Mason, soon you will be mine not to worry.' she thought. "Very well, then as my 'pretend temporary husband'. I'm permitting you to touch me every way the instructor says to perform during this session."
"Okay, class, today our main focus is the Dvi Pada Sirsasana pose. First we'll do warm-up poses to get ourselves ready."
As the two stretched to prepare, the instructor called out the first position.
1. Partner Breathing
1. Start in a seated position with your legs crossed at the ankles or shins and your backs resting against each other.
2. Rest your hands on your thighs or knees, allowing yourself to connect with your partner.
3. Notice how your breath feels as you inhale and exhale—taking particular notice of how the back of the rib cage feels against your partner's.
4. Practice for three to five minutes.
The instructor and her husband demonstrated this position before Dipper and Priscilla copied it. Feeling Dipper's back against her aroused Priscilla as she felt his breathing.
'His back is so strong,' clicks her lips slowly, 'I'll be sure to leave some soft nail lines across your back when we finally fuck Mason~.'
2. Temple
1. Start by facing each other in a standing position.
2. With your feet hip-width apart, inhale, extend your arms overhead, and begin to hinge forward at the hips until you meet hands with your partner.
3. Slowly begin to forward fold, bringing your elbows, forearms, and hands so they rest against each other.
4. Rest equal weight against each other.
5. Hold for five to seven breaths, then slowly walk toward each other, bringing your torso upright and releasing your arms down.
Once again, they followed the instructions to the letter. Dipper tried not to look, but his eyes were glued to the large amount of cleavage he could see. Priscilla pretended not to notice but secretly wished for him to touch her.
'Oh, Mason, keep looking; they'll be yours soon. I wonder if you'll enjoy my breast milk when I start producing?' she thought.
'Wow… she's so beautiful and hot…no… control yourself. She's too mature for a kid like you, damn why is so so fucking sexy!' he thought.
"Okay, class time for some more 'advanced poses'."
For the next 40 minutes, Dipper and Priscilla performed many different poses. Dipper is very impressed by Priscilla's flexibility, but he is also dealing with his own problems. Many poses forced Priscilla to press her titties and ass against Dipper; some brought them close to kissing. Dipper is desperately fighting his own arousal, fearing if he gets hard and Priscilla notices. He'd be fired and kicked out on the grounds of once again thinking of the bathroom incident.
'C'mon dude, control yourself. Stop looking like a pervert in front of her!";Dipper berated himself in his head. 'She's focusing on yoga. why can't you?'
Dipper is referring to the calm expression on Priscilla's face. Despite Priscilla's poker face, she is screaming internally to be taken. Whenever she pressed herself against Dipper, she wanted him to fuck her. Priscilla felt no shame in wanting a younger man or how people would react when he is hers. The only thing that brought her shame is the thought of taking him from Pacifica. Priscilla knew her daughter had a crush on Dipper, and the fear of destroying their relationship is constantly on her mind. Priscilla and Pacifica's relationship steadily improved after Pacifica turned thirteen. Pacifica was the one who convinced Priscilla to stop getting plastic surgery and liposuction, instead relying on natural means to maintain her beauty. Pacifica taught her mother exercise techniques that didn't eliminate fat but redirected the places it went. The method keeps her breasts from sagging giving them a lively, healthy, and wonderful bounce like a twenty year old's chest. By the time Pacifica graduated high school, she had the figure she has now on full display. Priscilla's face no longer looked sunken and allowed you to see her cheekbones. Instead, people could now see where Pacifica got her looks. Other rich wives began to envy Priscilla, and a few rich friends even came onto her, although she never told Preston. Priscilla's looks are still going up, thanks to her daughter, while her 'friends; are starting to go downhill fast. Pacifica has also been the main source of support after Priscilla discovered Preston's affair.
'Would I be as bad as him? Does having a younger lover make me like him?' She asked herself.
Priscilla looked at Dipper, and a thought ran through her mind.
'No, no, I'm not like him! I know Pacifica likes Mason, but they aren't dating, and I would never cross that line. He's a free agent, and I'm a woman with needs too! I'm sorry, Pacifica I'll make it up to you someday, somehow. But I need this, faith has brought Mason into my life for this reason. Forgive me for taking him first and I'll make it up to you I promise.'
"Okay, class time for our final pose Dvi Pada Sirsasana,"
Dipper is a little confused as he knew little about this post. However, he learned fast when the instructor told female participants to assume the position. Laying on her back Priscilla positioned her legs behind her head, using her arms to hold the position. Dipper is in complete shock, but before he could come to full terms, Priscilla called him over to him.
"Mason, I need you to do your part now."
"My part?"
"I need you to put pressure on my thighs to keep them from falling asleep so that I can maintain this pose longer."
Dipper is reluctant, knowing he would be dangerously close to her very noticeable cameltoe.
"Hurry, Mason, before I start losing feeling in my legs."
'Okay, you can do this. Just focus on helping, nothing else.' he thought.
Dipper dropped to his knees, grabbing Priscilla's thighs and applying pressure. It instantly relieves the tingly feeling allowing her to hold the position longer.
'Man, her thighs feel amazing.' thought Dipper.
Dipper tries not to look but finds his eyes locked on Priscilla's cameltoe, every inch of his hormones telling him to bury his face into her pussy. But he knew if he did that, he would make her negative impression of him validated. Dipper is, however, grateful that Priscilla couldn't see where he is staring, allowing him to keep looking, or so he thought. Priscilla, however, didn't have to see; she could feel it. Priscilla feels Dipper's eyes between her legs, which aroused her.
'Oh, Mason, I feel those youthful eyes on my cunt. Look all you want, lust for me, crave and desire for me. It'll all be yours if you eat now~.'
Lost in the moment, Dipper started massaging Priscilla's thighs; although she managed to keep from moaning, it still felt amazing still.
'Oh, Mason, that feels amazing.' she thought.
Dipper's massaging is making Priscilla wet, and she starts giving off a smell from between her legs. Dipper finds himself moving in closer and closer as if Priscilla's scent hypnotized him. Priscilla could feel his lips getting closer as she started feeling his breathing.
'Yes…closer Mason, bury that face in me, just a taste and you'll be mine.'
However, the unthinkable happens before Priscilla can achieve her dream Dipper's phone rings. Realizing his phone is ringing, Dipper snapped out of his trance and went to answer it without realizing what he was about to do. Priscilla growled in frustration, feeling denied.
'Damn it, I was so close. One lick would have sealed everything!' she thought, unfolding herself and sitting up.
Priscilla watchs Dipper on the phone, cursing whoever interrupted them until she found out it was Pacifica.
"Ma'am, I have to go to the next town to get a package for Pacifica,"
"Why is it all the way out there?"
"She set up a P.O. box there because monsters kept stealing her packages here."
"It'll take you three hours to get there and three hours to get back."
"I'll help you with anything else as soon as I get back ma'am. But Pacifica says it's really important, and she forgot it was coming."
"Fine, hurry back."
Dipper nodded before running off, accidentally leaving his phone as he runs to change or at least thrown on some jeans. Priscilla notices it as she gets to her feet.
'I should return it but first…'
Picking up the phone and she noticed it was unlocked. Priscilla knew she shouldn't look, but curiosity got the best of her. Scrolling through Dipper's phone, she found multiple saved videos of her only fans persona.
"That boy really does have a thing for me," she said, flattered.
However, Priscilla's mood soured upon finding videos of her rival Platinum Booty. Seeing that woman on his phone angered Priscilla greatly.
'Why is that bitch here?' She thought. 'No, I won't let her take another man from me!'
Unknown to everyone Preston's affair partner is actually platinum booty. Unlike Priscilla, PB is very public about who she is and doesn't hide her identity, except for her affair with Preston. As it would hurt her reputation if people found out how she not only ruined a marriage but is also into bestiality. Priscilla didn't out her because the terms of the divorce prevented her from revealing Preston's affair partner and/or what they were caught doing. After becoming Booty Empress, Priscilla took pleasure in stealing her followers. Even though she knew Dipper had no idea who PB really is, it still makes her feel a little betrayed.
'What if he likes her more than me?; She thought about placing his phone down. Suddenly Dipper reappeared dressed to reclaim his phone, Priscilla took one look and walked past him without a word, snubbing him.
"Uh, ma'am?" He asked but got no response.
Dipper confused by the sudden change in attitude but had no time to question it as he has a favor for Pacifica he had to finish. Getting in his car, Dipper drives off. Unknown to him, Priscilla is watching from a window, a single tear running down her cheek, fearing she may have lost him.
…Later That Night…
After a six hour round trip, Dipper finally returned with Pacifica's package. Leaving it in her room, Dipper goes to find Priscilla. he starts wondering why she suddenly seemed upset with him. Going to the living room, to his surprise, he found her asleep on the sofa, spread out. On the table is a single wine glass and an empty bottle. Dipper was told by Pacifica how her mother would drink herself to sleep sometimes if she's depressed. The question now is what made her so depressed so suddenly. Dipper ultimately decided to talk to her tomorrow, but first, he'd put her to bed. Scooping her up, Dipper carried Priscilla to her bedroom and placed her on the bed. As she lay there, her dress is hanging off her. Dipper contemplated whether or not to change her but ultimately decided not to. As he is about to leave, he heard whimpering behind him.
"Why? Why does no one want me?"
Dipper turns to see Priscilla sitting on the side of her bed.
"Ma'am?"
"Why did he abandon me for that whore," cried Priscilla. "I did everything for him to be attractive to him. Yet prefers a whore young enough to be our daughter and a fucking goat, over me."
Dipper knew Priscilla is still drunk and most likely venting everything she held in until now. Dipper also becomes a little disturbed, he never knew the full picture of what Priscilla had seen when she caught Preston cheating. The only other person who knows more is Pacifica, and she was too disgusted to ever talk about it. But now hearing that small bit is enough to make him cringe.
"Why am I so ugly? Why does no one want me?"
"Ma'am…Priscilla, that is not true," he replied with concern. "You're very beautiful," said Dipper, sitting beside her.
"Don't lie to me, boy!" She shouted, making Dipper jump.
Priscilla then started crying again, leaving Dipper at a loss on how to comfort Priscilla.
"Ma'am, I'm lying, don't let that ungrateful bastard make you feel ugly. You're very beautiful,"
"If you really think so… Prove it then."
"How?"
"Kiss me!"
"What?"
"I want you to kiss me, to prove you think I'm beautiful,"
This request took Dipper aback; he tried thinking of ways out of it but couldn't think of one.
"I guess the kiss on the cheek wouldn't hurt,"
Dipper leaned in, aiming for her cheek; however, Priscilla noticed this and grabbed the sides of his face. Without warning Dipper is redirected to Priscilla's lips and pulled into a drunken but passionate kiss. Dipper is in shock, but it didn't end there when Priscilla pushed her tongue into Dipper's mouth. He could taste the alcohol as Priscilla became more aggressive. Dipper wants to stop her, which he knew he could and should do, but his body wouldn't let him. Instead, his body began kissing back, and his hands beginning to wander. As they kiss, Priscilla is surprised when Dipper grabs her breasts, yanking down the front of her dress and exposing her titties before fondling her. Dipper is operating solely on instincts, he is so caught up with the kiss he doesn't realize what the rest of his body is doing.
'Could it be that he does want me? No, it's just out of pity, but he's so firm and affectionate.'
Priscilla thought how Preston never showed this level of TLC, he always treated sex as a chore whenever Priscilla was in the mood, and he wasn't. But demanded it whenever he was in the mood whether Priscilla was or wasn't. Whenever Preston fondled her, he was sometimes too rough and often commented about her tits sagging when they weren't. Priscilla wondered how this could get any better but she is promptly corrected. Suddenly she feels one of Dipper's hands slide off her breasts and move down until it reaches between her legs. Priscilla gasped into his mouth as she felt two of his fingers slip into her tight wet hole. Dipper is still completely unaware of what he was doing as he dug deep into Priscilla's pussy. His palm rubbing her clit. Priscilla never felt this before as Preston was never too into foreplay.
'Oh Mason, maybe you do want me. Oh faith is on my side after all~.'
Priscilla is new to this feeling, chalking up his actions to the vigor of youthfulness, unfortunately since she never got fingered before she couldn't handle the pleasure and let out a long drawn out moan into Dipper's mouth as she came. As the two parted from the kiss, the realization of what he was doing and where he was touching hit Dipper like a truck.
"What have I done I gotta…!"
Before he could pull his hand away, Priscilla squeezed hard, clamping her thighs shut. So much together trapping his hand between her legs as she looks at him with tears in her eyes.
"Don't abandon me now Mason!"
"This is wrong I shouldn't be taking advantage of you like this,"
Dipper received a slap to the face along with a hurt expression from Priscilla. Before he could protest she reached into his pants pulling out his dick.
"Don't you get it? I want you to take advantage of me, I want to feel this monster ravage me," she cried. "I don't care if it's wrong or right anymore, All I care about is wanting to be wanted by a man that sees me for who I truly am! You said I was beautiful, did you lie to me or did you mean it?"
Priscilla then releases Dipper, expecting him to leave her but is surprised when he grasps her legs from behind, forcing his monster cock between her legs and rubbing her still sensitive outer lips with his shaft.
"Is this what you wanted, proof that you're attractive?"
"Yes, touch me all over, make me yours, ravage me with your youthful member. Mason please no more teasing fuck me !"
Dipper began thrusting harder, his hard shaft rubbing against Priscilla's outer lips, lighting a fire between her legs. Dipper proceeded to pinch both Priscilla's nipples and pulled outwards. Despite the slight pain she loves it as she rubbed her ass against Dipper. During her time married to Preston, Priscilla presented herself as a woman of high standards and class, now she was the plaything of a younger man and she loved it.
"Mason, keep going, I'm almost there. And damn it put your penis inside of me!"
The feeling of Dipper's shaft rubbing against her, teasing her long enough forced Priscilla to cum. Screaming as she orgasmed hard once again. Priscilla clamps down onto Dipper's cock, locking his dick between her thighs and drenched it with her hot love nectar. This in turn made Dipper cum as he unleashed a load between her thighs. Priscilla's body jerks to then fall limp as she falls asleep again from the euphoric high of her orgasm, her emotional turmoil and the alcohol still in her system. But luckily Dipper caught her before she slipped off the bed. Laying her down on her back, Dipper grabbed a few paper towels to wipe her down before changing her into a nightgown and leaving. Apart of Dipper feels a great shame but another part of him hopes their little session has helped her move on just a little bit.
The Next Morning
Dipper didn't get much sleep last night. After returning to his room the realization of what he had done struck him like a ton of bricks or a freight train. He was consumed by guilt and believed that he took advantage of a woman who was in a vulnerable state. Today Dipper didn't make breakfast, he's too consumed by guilt, he knows Priscilla will want him gone, but first he needs to apologize.
Priscilla walks in in her robe wrapped tight around her body and right away notices the mood in the room.
Dipper approached Priscilla. "Ma'am I'm so sorry for last night, I shouldn't have taken advantage of you and I understand if you want me to leave."
Before Dipper could say anything else, Priscilla stopped him.
"Mason, you have nothing to apologize for."
"Huh?"
"I'm the one who pressured you into that situation. I let months of repressed feelings build up and let it out in a drunken stupor, this is entirely my fault not yours."
"But?"
"However, just because what we did last night was under the wrong circumstances," said Priscilla as she grabbed her robe. "Doesn't mean I don't want to continue~." Finished, Priscilla opened her robe revealing she was naked underneath.
Dipper is frozen in shock, but Priscilla only smiles seductively as she walks to Dipper swinging her hips and proudly letting her ass clap. Pacifica definitely inherited her swagger from Priscilla. Wrapping her arms around Dipper's neck, Priscilla gave him a short but passionate kiss. Wrapping a single leg around his hip Priscilla tenderly kisses Dipper's lip then along his jaw to say into his ear.
"Last night you made me feel like a woman again, more so than that worthless bastard ever did. And I want you to keep making me feel that way," she whispered. "Which is why,"
"Why what?"
"As long as you live under my roof, this house may belong to me, but I belong to you~."
"Me?"
"Do whatever you want to me, my sweet Mason, grope me, fondle me, molest me to your heart's content, ravage me with your youthful lust all you want. My new lover, I want this just as much as you need it."
Dipper is completely shocked, unable to process what Priscilla just asked him to do, but she isn't done.
"Please continue to make your Empress very happy and you'll know the depths I'll go to reward you."
"Empress?"
"Now I see that there is no breakfast, so why don't we go out today for breakfast, my treat, to celebrate our new relationship. Come along dear we have much to talk about while we eat."
Priscilla then releases Dipper and walks back to her robe, still swinging her hips as she bent over showing off her phat and wonderfully round ass to him. Dipper's eyes lock on Priscilla's rear, so much that he noticed an all too familiar icon on her ass cheek, which then shocked him with a revelation.
"My empress!?" He asks as Priscilla looks over her shoulder with a sultry smile.
"Don't keep me waiting too long my dear Major_Dipping_Sauce. As I said you will be greatly rewarded for helping my needs~." teased Priscilla as she walks off, the sound of her ass cheeks clapping still lingering as Dipper shakes with excitement and a ton of questions.
End Of Ch. 2