Emma and her Mom - Sex Stories

Emma and her Mom

... loose and I rotated her body while holding her tight. Now her buns were pushing against my crotch and Emma looked over her shoulder and said, “Don’t let me fall.” My hands were on her hips and she reached up with one hand and put it back on my neck. Mom was drying her front and I wondered if she was totally clueless to the sexual tension between her daughter and me. Of course the wash cloth had fallen away from Emma’s pussy and I could see all of her in the big bathroom mirror in front of us. Ella said, “We’re coming out, one leg at a time. Hang on.” Then she lifted Emma’s left leg up to the rim of the tub and bent over to dry it. It seemed the little vixen was getting braver, now that the situation was under control. I saw her looking at me in the large mirror and then she opened her leg wider and let me look at her pussy. She had a nice brown bush which had a bit of a trim. I nuzzled her neck and whispered into her ear, “Very sweet.” She grinned and slid one hand down and ran it through her bush while looking at me. When mom Ella stood up, Emma wiped the grin off her face. Ella pulled her leg off the rim of the tub and placed it on the floor. She looked at me and said, “Are you OK with holding her a few minutes more?” I tried not to have a shit eating grin on my face when I said, “Ok.” After Emma had both her legs dried she sat on the edge of the tub and Ella said, “Let me get her chair.” I laughed and said, “Since we are all the very best of friends now, let me just carry ...

... Emma.” I picked up Emma with one hand under her back and one under her knees. She actually was not heavy. I asked, “Which bedroom?” In the bedroom Emma said to let her sit on the edge of the bed so she could put on her night gown. I hated to see her sweet boobs disappear under a pink nightie. Emma lay back on her bed and mom covered her with a light blanket. Then Emma giggled and asked mom, “Can he kiss me good-night?” This vixen was smarter than the average bear. I knew exactly what she was doing by getting mom to approve our kissing. Mom looked at me with a surprised look having spent the last hour totally absorbed in Emma’s welfare and not seeing what was happening between us. “I’m not sure,” she stammered and Emma laughed, “He’s seen me naked and your tits also.” Then Emma raised her arms up inviting me to kiss her. I knelt down next to the bed and said, “Sweet dreams.” She giggled and said, “You too.” When she had raised her arms the blanket slid down and I could see her boobs under her pink nightie. When I leaned over to give her a chaste kiss one arm snuck around my neck and she held me tight while her tongue explored my mouth. Even better, Emma pulled my hand to her chest and stuck it into the top of her nightie. My finger touched her nipple and I flicked it a bit and then squeezed it hard. Emma sighed hard and whispered, “More.” I broke her strangle hold around my neck and hoped my broad shoulders hid the groping from her mom. When I turned around Ella was not there. ...