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BECOMING A COUGAR

Chapter 1

Delia was raised in a conservative family and married young, becoming
Delia Turner.  She was always proper, with long straight hair and
plain dresses.  They had a baby, but her husband left her, wanting
someone more exciting.  Her daughter Allison became her life, but when
Allison became a teenager she rebelled against her mother's strict,
conservative rules and the two barely talked.  Allison went to college
in another state, and Delia was left alone.  She was only 36, but she
felt her life was over.

When Allison called, inviting Delia to a mother-daughter event at her
sorority, Delia jumped at the chance to win her daughter back.  She
took the rest of the week off from work and flew to the college.  When
she arrived, Allison was short with her and seemed upset.

"I'm trying to get into the Delta Tau sorority, and this mother-
daughter event is the last challenge.  Please, mom, I need you to help
me with this.  Do it for me."

"I will," Delia said.

"Promise?" Allison asked.

"I promise."

There was a small tea party at the sorority house and Delia met
several other mothers and daughters.  The party was formal and Delia
felt reassured when she saw the sorority members in formal dresses.

"Mothers," said Kathryn, the president of the sorority.  "Welcome to
Bayview College, home of the cougars.  As you know, your daughters
have applied to our sorority, Delta Tau,  and have passed all of our
other tests.  We are an old fashioned sorority and believe that proper
breeding is important, so we always meet the mothers before we accept
any new members.  You and your daughters must demonstrate proper
grooming, manners, and dress over the next few days, ending in a
cougar spirit party where we will announce who we have accepted into
the sorority."

Each mother was called on to stand and turn around so everyone could
see and comment on her outfit.  Everyone like Delia's dress, but her
hair apparently was not stylish enough.

"Allison and Mrs. Turner, your first challenge is grooming.  You need
to get haircut's in the latest style.  Appointments have been made for
you at Sunside Styling."

They had Delia stand and smile and took a picture of her, "the before
photo" they told her and then sent her off for a haircut.

Allison drove them to Sunside Styling.  In the car she was nervous.

"I have to get into this sorority," she said.  "You will get your
haircut like they asked, even if it isn't your usual style, right?"

"I will," Delia said.

"Promise?" Allison asked.

"I promise."

The hairdressers were expecting them.  They washed their hair and sat
them down for a cut.  They started cutting off Delia's long hair and
she flinched, but she was determined to go through it for her
daughter.  In a few minutes both mother and daughter had cute bobs.
It made Delia look her age or even younger.  The hairdressers
complimented her and she had to admit it looked cute.  She barely
objected when they put her hair in foil and dyed it blonde.  She
looked very different when the stylist was done, and Allison said she
looked great.

They went to the back and Delia got out her purse to pay, but was
surprised when the hairdresser led them into a back room.

"Now for the other styling," they said, pointing to two chairs with
stirrups.

"What is this?" Delia asked, confused.

"Oh, mom," Allison said, embarrassed.  "This is for trimming your
pubic hair.  Everybody does it."

Delia blushed, both from pubic hair being mentioned in public and from
the obvious disdain her daughter had for her.

"Do you do it?" she asked the hairdressers.

"Of course, everyone does it these days," they assured her.

Delia looked at her daughter and could not say no.  She sat down on
the chair.

"You'll need to remove your underwear, of course," the hairdresser
said.

Delia felt embarrassed again both from the idea and for seeming so
foolish.  She reached under her dress and pulled down her panties,
then sat back down.  Seeing Allison put her feet in the stirrups,
Delia copied her.  Then the hairdresser lifted up Delia's dress and
her bush was exposed to everyone.  She blushed and nearly pulled her
dress back down, but this was her last chance with Allison and she had
to go through with it.

The hairdresser pulled out an electric razor and ran it over Delia's
pussy.  The hairdresser put her fingers on it, smoothing the folds and
even pulling on her labia as she shaved in all of the cracks and
creases. Soon her pussy was exposed, the labia slightly swollen from
all of the touching.  The air on her labia made them tremble and Delia
could feel herself getting aroused.

"That wasn't so bad," Delia said, and she pushed her dress down to
cover herself.

"Were not done, silly," the hairdresser said.  "That was just the
start.  Show me your pussy again."

Delia lifted her dress again to expose her pussy to the hairdresser.
The hairdresser took out a bowl of wax and began to spread it on her
pubic hair.

"What are you doing?" Delia asked.

"A brazilian wax, just as ordered," the hairdresser said.

"A waxing, I don't think I can do that," Delia said.

"You promised mom," Allison said.

"And the wax is already on," the hairdresser said, "we have to get it
off somehow."

Delia looked at her daughter and could not say no.  The hairdresser
finished applying the wax and then pulled it off.  It hurt, but when
it was done Delia had no hair left on her pussy.  It was smooth and
bald.

"If this is your first time it might be sensitive," the hairdresser
said.  "You cannot wear any panties for a week."

Delia, not knowing any better, believed her.  She put her panties in
her purse and when the left the store the wind blowing under her dress
tickled her labia.  She was aroused and a bit wet and she was silent
on the way back to the sorority.

"Thank you, mom," Allison said.  And to Delia it was all worth it.

Chapter 2

Back at the sorority the sisters were waiting.

"Allison needs to change for dinner," Kathryn said.  "Sisters and
pledges only upstairs, so you can wait here with us Mrs. Turner."

After Allison left the sisters talked amongst themselves about the
pledges.  Allison, it seemed, was popular, but a girl named Elaine was
not sure she should be invited to join since her parents were
divorced.

"I am sure Mrs. Turner raised her properly, didn't you?" Kathryn asked
her.

"I think so," Delia said, not mentioning her daughter's wild teenage
years.

"You raised her to have proper grooming and follows directions, right
Mrs. Turner?" Kathryn asked her.

"Of course," Delia said

"We see your hair is in a bob, did you get the other grooming as
well?" Kathryn asked.

Delia blushed and nodded.  The air on her pussy reminded her
constantly that it was bald.

"I don't believe it," Elaine said, "I think Mrs. Turner is lying."

"I'm sure she isn't," said Kathryn. "She knows that lying would mean
Allison would be immediately kicked out.  You aren't lying are you
Mrs. Turner?"

"No," Delia said quickly, she couldn't get Allison kicked out.
Allison would never talk to her again.

"We can't just trust her," said Elaine.

"I'm afraid she's right," Kathryn said to Delia.  "You've been accused
of lying.  If Allison were a full sister you would have to be proven
to be a liar to kick her out, but since she's a pledge you have to
prove you are telling the truth."

"But," Delia began.  There was only one way to prove she was telling
the truth.  "I'll show you."

"Good idea," Kathryn said.  "Show us."

"Show all of you?" Delia asked, embarrassed.

"You have to prove it to the whole sorority."

And so, not wanting to get her daughter kicked out of the sorority,
Delia quickly raised her dress and dropped it.

"I didn't see," Elaine said.  "Show us again Mrs. Turner."

Delia slowly raised her dress until her bald pussy was exposed to
sorority sisters.

"Walk around and show each of us," Elaine demanded.

And so the 36 year old mother walked around the room with her dress
hiked over her bald pussy, letting each college girl examine it.

"Is everyone satisfied that Mrs. Turner got a brazilian wax?" Kathryn
asked.

"A wax?" Elaine said.  "Her pussy is bald, but it didn't look that
smooth to me.  I think she got it shaved not waxed."

"Did you get your pussy shaved or waxed Mrs. Turner?" Kathryn asked.

"Waxed," Delia said.  "Well, shaved then waxed."

"Prove it Mrs. Turner," Elaine insisted.

"How can I prove it?" Delia asked.

"Well," Kathryn said, thinking, "a wax is much smoother than a shave.
You could have us feel it."

And with that Kathryn reached out and put her hand on Delia's thigh.
When Delia did not protest, Kathryn slid her hands up to Delia's labia
and stroked them, feeling within the folds.

"It feels smooth to me," Kathryn said.

"We all need to check," Elaine insisted.

And so blushing and unable to look anyone in the face, the 36 year old
mother walked around the room with her dress hiked over her bald
pussy, letting each college girl finger it.  As they stroked  it and
tugged and felt between the folds, her labia became swollen and
parted.

"Now, iIs everyone satisfied that Mrs. Turner got a brazilian wax?"
Kathryn asked.

"Yes," everyone said, even Elaine.

Delia lowered her dress with great relief, both that her pussy was no
longer exposed and that Allison could get into the sorority.

"Now we just need the picture for Allison's file," Kathryn said,
pulling out a camera.  "Pose Mrs. Turner."

Delia stood straight and smiled for the camera.

"No, pose your pussy, Mrs. Turner," Kathryn said.  "We need a picture
of proof for Allison's file."

And so Delia raised her dress for what was hopefully the last time,
exposing her naked, swollen pussy to the sorority sisters and the
camera.

"You have to smile for the camera, Mrs. Turner," Kathryn said.

Delia forced a smile and Kathryn took a picture.

"Now one with each sister showing they agree," Kathryn said.

And so the 36 year old mother stood with a forced smile holding her
dress up while each sorority sister posed with their face next to her
her bald swollen pussy, one hand on her pussy and another giving a
thumbs up.

Allison came back downstairs just as her mom was posing for the last
picture.

"Congratulations, Allison.  Your mother has passed her first test, you
are almost in the sorority," Kathryn said.

Allison walked over and gave her mother a hug.

"Thank you, mom," Allison said.

And with that, Delia felt it had all been worth it.

Chapter 3

The next day Delia put on a bra and a dress, but no panties.  Her
pussy still tingled in the air and was smooth when she touched it.
She wanted to touch herself more but she knew that it was wrong.  So
with her pussy wet and swollen she was picked up by Allison and taken
back to the sorority.

"Several mothers impressed us greatly yesterday," Kathryn said.  "So
much that we approved their daughters right away."

Delia smiled as Kathryn told her this and Allison actually gave her a
hug.

"Unfortunately for Allison that means fewer slots are still open."

Delia's face fell as she realized what Kathryn was saying.

"You will have to be extra cooperative today to stay in the
competition," Kathryn finished.

Allison let go of her mother and gave her a disappointed look.

"I'll do whatever you ask," Delia said, avoiding her daughter's gaze.

"I hope so, Mrs. Turner.  I really like Allison and hope you do not
spoil this chance for her."

Delia was extra polite and careful at brunch.  She thought everything
was going well, even Elaine seemed friendly.  The theme of the day was
school spirit, and Allison and the other girls did cheers and sang the
school song.  Then Kathryn and a few of the sisters led Allison and
her mother into another room.

"The test for today is school spirit," Kathryn said. "To prove your
spirit you have to get your ears pierced and wear these earrings."
She held up a pair of gold hoop earrings with a cougar charm hanging
from them.

"I would be happy to wear them," Delia said with a smile.  She took
the earrings and put them in her ears.

"Oh, that's too bad, Mrs. Turner" Kathryn said with a frown.

"What's the matter?" Delia asked.  "Did I do something wrong?"

"The rules say you have to get pierced.  Having your ears already
pierced does not count.  You don't prove your school spirit that way."

"That's it?" Allison demanded.  "My mom's ears are pierced already so
I can't get into the sorority?"

"That can't be right," Delia said.  "There must be another test you
can give me."

"I'm afraid that's it.  You have to get pierced and wear the
earrings," Kathryn said.

"Wait," Allison said.  "Do the rules say she has to get her ears
pierced?"

"Well," Kathryn said, checking a rulebook, "No, it just says she has
to get pierced."

"So she can get pierced somewhere else?"

"I suppose.  As long as she can wear the earrings through them."

"Where else can I get pierced?" Delia asked, confused but hopeful.

"Your nipples, mom," Allison said.  "Lots of people do it."

"My nipples?" Delia said, so shocked she said the word without
blushing.

"Lots of people do get them pierced," Kathryn said.  "It hurts about
the same as getting your ears pierced, and it would count."

"For me, mom, please," Allison begged.  "It's that or I am out."

Delia could not say no to her daughter, especially when she called her
'mom.'  She stood up straight and put on a smile to appear
cooperative.

"I'll do it, for you Allison," Delia said.

"And for cougar pride," Kathryn said.

"Oh yes, of course.  For cougar pride."

"We will need before photos of course," Kathryn said.  "Show us your
nipples, Mrs. Turner."

By now Delia was resigned to photos.  She slipped off her bra through
the arm of her dress, but the neckline was too high for her breasts to
show.  She had to lift up her dress from the bottom, exposing her bare
pussy and now bare breasts for the camera.  And each of the girls came
and held up her breasts for a photo so that the camera could see that
her erect nipples were not yet pierced.

Allison drove them to a piercing salon where she got her ears
pierced.

"Now for you," the piercer said to Delia.  She looked about Allison's
age, a college girl no doubt.

Delia realized that she would have to lift her dress up to expose her
nipples.

"Is there a back room?" she asked the girl.

"No back room, it's a small shop," the girl said.  "Do you want me to
pierce you or should I call Kathryn and say you refused to cooperate?"

"Oh no, don't call Kathryn" Delia said.  "I want you to pierce me."

With that she turned away from the windows and lifted her dress up
over her breasts.  She took off her bra and laid it behind her.  Delia
blushed as the girl came over and handled her breasts, lifting each
one and tugging on the nipples.

"It's too dark in here to see properly, you'll have to turn a bit,"
she said.

She pulled on Delia's nipples.  Delia winced but said nothing and was
tugged around until she faced the windows.  Her bare breasts and pussy
were on display if anyone looked inside.

The girl got out a piercing gun and pulled on Delia's nipple again.
As she raised the gun it got caught in Delia's dress.  The girl tugged
it out.

"You'll have to take the dress off, it's in the way."

Delia lifted her dress over her head and put it on a table behind
her.  The girl went back to tugging on her nipples.

"Do you want it here?" she asked, then pulling the nipple to the side,
"or here?"

"Wherever you think is best," said Delia, just wanting it to be over
with.

Just then the girl's cellphone rang.  She answered it, absentmindedly
tugging on Delia's nipple as she stood naked in the middle of the
store.

"Yes, Kathryn, she is here and cooperating," the girl said.

Delia stood straight and kept her mouth closed.  She dared not
interrupt the girl while she was talking to Kathryn.  She stared
straight ahead, out the window.

She could see people walking by on the street.  In a few moments,
while the girl chatted cheerfully with Kathryn, a trio of teenage
girls walked into the store.  They stopped, staring in surprise at the
mother standing naked, her nipple held by the shopgirl while Allison
sat nearby.

Delia blushed, she covered her breasts and her pussy with her hands.
To her horror the teenage girls walked up to her.

"Are you getting your nipples pierced?" they asked.  "Let us see,"
they insisted.

The girl hung up the phone and turned back to Delia.

"You can help me," she told the girls.  "Move your hands," she told
Delia.  "Put them behind your head."

And so Delia put her hands behind her head, exposing her naked body to
the girls.

"Hold up her breasts, and pull the nipple out straight," the piercer
told the teenagers.

One grabbed each breast and pulled on the nipple until they were
several inches long and hurt.  Delia bit her lip and waited for the
ordeal to be over.  She shifter her weight on her feet, needing to do
something.

"Hold still," the piercer told her.  "Hold her legs still," she told
the last teenager.

The teenager knelt down and grabbed onto Delia.  One hand gripped her
ass,  her thumb sliding into the crack between her cheeks.  The other
hand grabbed her leg, her fingers brushing against Delia's labia.
Delia shuddered as a tingle went through her pussy.

'Flash.'  The piercer stood back and took a few pictures of the mother
standing there naked in the shop, with two teenage girls tugging on
her tits and another feeling her bare pussy.

"Kathryn wanted a picture of the event," the piercer explained.
"Smile."

So Delia forced a smile as more pictures were taken.  The actual
piercing just stung for a few seconds, then the two gold hoops were
hung from her nipples with the cougar pride charms dangling from them.

"With fresh nipple piercings you cannot wear a bra for a week," the
piercer told her.

So Delia pulled her dress delicately over her breasts and put her bra
into her purse.

When they got back to the sorority, Delia was not surprised when they
made her lift her dress to show her new piercings.  She paraded before
the sorority, with each of the sisters tugging on her nipple rings to
make sure they went through and were not just clip-ons.  And of course
a picture was taken with each one.

"Great job, mom," Allison said.

And seeing the smile on Allison's face made it all seem worth it to
Delia.

Chapter 4

The next day was Saturday, the day of the party.  Delia left her bras
and panties in her suitcase and put on a sundress.  It had been a gift
from her ex-husband, and was the only dress she owned where she could
pull the neckline down to show her breasts.  If she had to show her
piercings she was ready.

When they got to the sorority there were three other mothers standing
with their daughters in front of the sorority sisters.

"You are late," Kathryn said, "now take your place."

Allison and Delia hurried to stand in line.  Delia glanced over at the
other mothers and daughters who all had blond hair in bobs.

"You have made it this far," Kathryn said, "there is just the cougar
pride party today where we announce who gets into the sorority.
Unfortunately there are just two slots left and four of you."

There were groans from the girls, and Delia felt Allison tug on her
hand.  She had done so much, she could not fail her daughter, and lose
her daughter, now.

"The final test is service.  Service to the community is important to
Delta Tau.  You mothers will all serve brunch.  Those who provide the
best service, prompt and polite, your daughters will get into the
sorority."

Allison sat with the other girls, while Delia was taken to the
kitchen.  She was given a white apron to tie around her waist, and a
tray of pancakes to carry in.

"Wait," said the sorority girl, "Where are your cougar earrings Mrs.
Turner?"

"They," Delia blushed, "they are in my nipples."

"That's right," the girl said.  "You have to display your earrings at
the brunch."

And with that the girl pulled down Delia's dress and pulled out her
breasts, hanging them out to show.  The girl adjusted the cougar
charms, tugging on her nipples.

"Now you look just right," she said.  "Hurry, don't be late."

Delia did not have time to think, she just walked out to the dining
room carrying the pancakes, her bare breasts hanging out for all to
see.  To her surprise the other mothers were also carrying trays with
their breasts hanging out and the gold hoops and cougar charms hanging
from their nipples.

"It's nice to see so much cougar pride," Kathryn said as the mothers
served the food.  "It will be so hard to choose among you."

The sorority girls seemed to take no notice of the bare breasts and
just chatted as if it were a normal breakfast.  The mother's blushed
as they passed one another but smiled big as they faced their judges
when the meal was over.

Kathryn had all of the mothers stand in a line and adjusted the nipple
rings on each of them.  Delia moaned as Kathryn squeezed her breasts
and tugged on her nipple rings.  It was a dazed smile she had on her
face as a set of photos were taken of mother's.  She was strangely
used to being naked or nearly so, and her pussy would not stop
tingling.

"You all did so well at brunch, I can't decide," Kathryn announced at
last.  "We will need one final test.  You will serve at the cougar
pride pool party, and at the end of the party we will announce which
of you won a spot for your daughter."

The mothers glared at one another, each determined to win.

Chapter 5

"It's a pool party, so you will wear bikinis.  If you did not bring
one we can find one for you.  Do you all agree?"

The mothers nodded their heads.

"Wait a minute," Elaine said.  "They have to show their cougar
charms."

"That's right," said Kathryn.  "You'll have to go without the bikini
tops."

The mothers looked at each other, their breasts already exposed, and
nodded again.

"And they just got bikini waxes," another girl pointed out, "they
cannot wear panties."

"You won't be able to wear the bottoms either, I guess," Kathryn said.

The mothers stripped naked.  Eight naked breasts with a dangling hoop
and cougar charm.  Four bare pussies, their labia swollen.

Each mother was given high heeled shoes, a cat ear headband, a black
cat collar, and had black whiskers drawn on their cheeks.

"Now these are cougars to be proud of," Kathryn said as the mothers
stood once again in front of her.

Another set of photographs and the mothers were sent out to the pool
to serve.

"Be on your best behavior, we will be watching.  Remember the first
rule of service, the guests are always right."

When Delia walked out to the pool carrying a tray of drinks she
expected to see the sorority sisters she had just served at
breakfast.  She was shocked to find the pool surrounded by college
boys, who whistled and cheered as the four naked mothers walked out to
serve them.

Kathryn stood on the diving board and ran a bell for everyone to quiet
down.

"Remember the auction later, boys" she said.  "The mothers had their
nipples pierced at Jenny's Piercings and their pussies waxed at
Sunside Styling.  Gift certificates will be in the auction as well as
other goodies, so feel free to check out the merchandise."

As Delia walked through the party, boys reached out and grabbed the
glasses and her.  Hands grabbed her breasts and tugged on her nipple
rings.  More hands grabbed her ass, and as she stood she felt fingers
slide up her thighs and into her pussy.  Soon she was surrounded by
boys, their hands grabbing all over her and in her.  She moaned as
fingers began to thrust in and out of her pussy.  She clutched onto
the boys around her as she orgasmed for the first time in her life.

"You're out of drinks, Mrs. Turner," Kathryn snapped.

Delia opened her eyes.  The boys had moved aside, although someone
still had a hand inside her pussy and her left nipple was being
tugged.

"I'm sorry," Delia said and she hurried off as best she could on
wobbly legs.

The rest of the party was a blur of carrying out trays of drinks to
boys who wanted her more than the drinks.  And she wanted them.  When
the hands reached out to grope and fondle her she moaned and sank into
the luxury of orgasm after orgasm.  Soon her legs were slick with her
pussy juice and she could barely stand.

At last the mother's were taken from the tangle of boys, led to the
deck and lined up.

"As you know," Kathryn announced, "the cougar pride party is a
fundraiser for Delta Tau.  We are very proud of our cougars today and
hope you enjoyed them as well."

Hoots and cheers came from the crowd of boys.

"We have to choose which mother is the best at community service, and
we've decided to let you choose," Kathryn continued.  "We will auction
off each of the mother's as a slave for the rest of the evening.  They
will serve you as you see fit, we don't want to know."

Delia barely registered what Kathryn was saying.  She was standing in
front of a crowd of boys naked, in high heels, with a bald, dripping
pussy, nipple rings and a bleached blonde bob.

"The mothers who sell for the most money will win the service contest,
and their daughters will get in the sorority."

Delia could see Allison cheering, cheering for her.  And Delia stepped
forward as Kathryn attached a leash to her collar and announced, "The
slave auction of Mrs. Turner will begin."

As the frat boys led the naked mother back to their fraternity house
to service them for the night, Delia heard Allison shout "thank you,
mom" and she smiled.  If Allison was happy it was all worth it.  And
as Delia walked down the street naked, led on a leash with two frat
boys tugging on her nipple rings she decided that it might all even be
fun.

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