Like Mother, Like Daughter (Episode 1) - Sex Stories

Like Mother, Like Daughter (Episode 1)

... Claire, though I wondered how sorry she really was as she was laughing uncontrollably by now. “It’s because your pussy is tiny and my dick is huge,” I said, kissing her again. “I do love you,” she said, and we lay cuddling, perhaps both of us thinking how lucky we were. She was almost asleep when I asked her if she minded that I hadn’t gone down on her. “Tomorrow, darling,” she breathed, “and I’ll suck your cock then too, baby. But that was…” And by then my darling was asleep. And I needed a cigarette! My smokes were in my jacket pocket which I’d left in the conservatory. Not bothering to don clothes I crept carefully down the stairs so as not to awaken my wife’s mother and as I lit myself a Marlboro I picked up the brandy bottle and poured myself a strong one. It was going to be a good week. My wife and I would share some quality time and help her mother to come to terms with her loss. I loved Anne as I had loved Don, and although I felt faintly guilty that we’d left it so long since the funeral to call to the house I knew that this vacation would be just what we needed to cement what we had as a family. Both Claire and Anne would be better for the time we spent together. I was a lucky guy to have such special women in my life. Feeling quite self-satisfied, I poured another brandy and lit another Marlboro. Eventually, still naked, I padded up the stairs as softly as I could. I was half-hoping that I might wake Claire and ask her to provide that promised blow-job, or at least ...

... fuck her again before I went to sleep. I love fucking her when she’s already full of my come. It makes me feel that her pussy belongs to me. I began to get hard even as I climbed the stairs. Realising I was by now quite a bit drunk I paused on the landing before the thought that I was about to enter the wrong bedroom made me reel back in horror! Jesus, what if I was to walk into Anne and Don’s bedroom with a hard on! This my widowed mother-in-law, gorgeous as she was, didn’t need to see! Especially as she’d been quite forthcoming about missing the attentions of a man about the house. So as always, I made my way down the hall to Claire’s old bedroom. Claire was still asleep as I entered the room. I have always loved her old room, the posters on the wall, the cheerleading squad photos and the awards she picked up in high-school and college. I was always proud of her, but in this room there was the hint of the girl she had been before I knew her. I loved it when we came to this house because somehow I always came away knowing my wife a little better, and loving her even more. In the darkened room I could see that she was asleep in bed, her dark hair cascading on the pillow and the duvet mirroring her delectable shape. Careful not to wake her directly, I eased myself into bed beside her, my chest against her back and placed my hand upon her thigh. Claire is a very obliging wife and is usually amenable whenever I want to have her. That said, she doesn’t normally relish sex in the ...