Private Tutor for Trophy Mom and Daughter - Sex Stories

Private Tutor for Trophy Mom and Daughter

... her hair. I dabbed her eyes with a handkerchief. Let's just sit on the sofa and relax instead of sitting on uncomfortable chairs at the table. I picked up her history text book and asked her what chapter they were supposed to be reading tonight. I decided to read it to her. I would make little jokes and comments to keep it from being too dry and every now and then I would reach over to squeeze one of her toes or ask her a completely unrelated question, like, "What's your favorite cartoon?" to try to relax her. We moved on to her other subjects, and I was able to keep it light. I'm not sure if she actually learned anything, but at least she wasn't a total basket case. By the time we were ready to quit for the evening, I said, "That wasn't so bad was it?" She answered, "This is the first night I've ever been able to do any of my homework. Thanks, Mr. Joe." I immediately brightened and for the first time thought this might actually work. I thought it might be nice to do something relaxing and non-academic with Linda so she wouldn't be so uptight. "Okay, we're done with homework for the night. What do you usually do in the evenings?" "I just watch TV," she said. "I don't have any friends and there's nothing else to do." "That sounds kinda boring," I said. It is." So what would be more fun?" "I dunno. I'll just watch TV. I think Dancing with the Stars is about to come on." "Okay," I said. "I'll watch it with you." We sat and watched the show. After watching it for awhile, I ...

... said, "Instead of sitting like a couch potato and watching someone else dance, why don't we try dancing ourselves?" "You and me?" "Sure, Linda, why not?" "I dunno how. And you're so much older than me and all." "I'm only five years older than you Linda, which is a lot less of a difference than between your Mom and your step dad. Anyway, wouldn't it be more fun to dance yourself than to watch other people dancing?" Linda nodded her head in agreement. We put on some dance music. I had an I-pod with a good speaker system and a nice selection of music, including some good swing dance tunes. Linda was much lighter than women my age, so it was easy to lead her and twirl her around. It wasn't fancy, but I kept the pace up and she brightened up, laughed and smiled, and had a really good time, and turned out to be a natural on the dance floor. It also, of course, brought us into easy, familiar physical contact with each other. Linda easily melted in my arms and moved very freely with the music. Neither of us was particularly dressed for dancing. She had on her usual tight little T-shirt and low rider jeans. It meant that my hand was almost constantly on the warm, smooth flesh of her waist and because of our height difference my hand also brushed against her tea-cup-sized breasts every now and then. I also only had on a T-shirt and jeans, so her hands were also on the muscles of my arms and shoulders. After quite some time, we were both winded and panting. We sat down and I just naturally ...