Naught Mother, even naughter daughter - Sex Stories

Naught Mother, even naughter daughter

... she did. I asked if there was a boyfriend. There was but he was more a call upon than a regular feature. Now I ought to add at this point that Pam was very vocal when we made love, and loved to scream and beg. As a result of this we only ever made love when we had the house to ourselves as Pam was slightly embarrassed at the thought of her daughter listening in. Also, it appeared that her daughter had complained once or twice about it. There was no doubt that she was causing some pressure on our relationship. Working for myself I spent many nights away and sometimes came home in the middle of the night. I’d creep in, cwtch up to Pam. I did this one night and fell into a deep sl**p. When I woke up it was morning, Pam had already gone to work and I was bursting for a pee and pulled on Pam’s dressing gown to go downstairs to the loo. Out on the landing I noticed that Pam’s daughters bedroom door was open. I would have walked straight past were it not for the sounds coming from, inside. I heard Pam’s daughter moaning and groaning and thrashing around. Make no mistake Pam could make some noise when she was cumming and so could her daughter! This was so fucking sexy. For a while I thought she had her boyfriend in there with her but after a while I realised that there was only one voice, hers. Was she fucking herself with a vibrator or finger? I so wanted to know, but dared not make a sound for fear of being caught out. My cock was like a flag pole. It was a piss hard rather than a ...

... hard on, but that couldn’t stop me from running my hand up and down its length. I’d opened up the dressing gown now and stood there, inches away from the door, listening to the daughter of my lover fuck herself. The need to cum or piss was getting way too much. There was a danger of doing one or the other all over her bedroom door, so I had to creep downstairs to the loo. Turning away and tip toeing down the steps the bl**dy top one creaked as loud as it possibly could have. I froze. Had she heard it? What would happen? What should I do? Thinking that getting caught was unlikely I continued down the stairs. The stairs twisted back on themselves half way down. By the time I reached there I just knew I was being watched. Pam’s daughter stood at the top of landing. “were you just listening” she called down. I stopped, partly in fear and partly because I wanted to look up at her. Would she be naked? Would she be so randy that she’d call me back upstairs to fuck her? Would I have finally had mother and daughter? None of these. As I looked up she was obviously naked underneath her shorty silk jacket. Obviously thrown on in a hurry and being the only thing to hand. It stopped short of exposing her pussy, the same pussy that moments ago she would have been playing with, but it couldn’t hide the fact that her nipples were very hard and pushing their way out through the fabric. There was no doubt she was very angry, “well were you?” she shouted, “listening at my door” She demanded to ...