Games That Grown-ups – Part 4 - Sex Stories

Games That Grown-ups – Part 4

... Dad's in the audience mentally working how much they could afford to pay before their wives got suspicious of their intentions. Joyce would have been tempted to make a bid herself, but a quick glance at Dawn's raised eyebrow suggested her teen daughter wasn't keen on other sexy babes prancing around her Mom in a bikini and soap suds. Robin Woods waited until Kirstie was up on stage and began again, &#034Let's start at five dollars...&#034 After Kirstie came Lisa with a dog-walking service, Kevin with a sketching and a dozen other teens. Joyce bid for the chance of yard clearance and an oven cleaning, neither time seriously - she had other thing to spend her money on. Eventually the Principal coughed and announced, what was, at least to Joyce, the evening's highlight, &#034Dawn Summers... Now Dawn fancies herself a bit of a Grandmaster and so is auctioning a game of chess. Now I'm sure some of you, with the night’s drawing in are looking for a game that can be played in front of the fire - and Dawn's your girl. Now do I hear five dollars?&#034 &#034Five,&#034 Joyce put her hand up, though if she won it wasn't chess she was planning to play in front of the fire. &#034Ten,&#034 said another Mom. &#034Fifteen,&#034 said Jonathan Levinson, who really ought to not be still at Sunnydale High, but seemed to be hanging around like a bad case of dry rot. Joyce let the bidding continue for a while, until the other Mom dropped out at twenty five. Then she put her hand up, ...

... &#034Thirty.&#034 &#034Thirty-five,&#034 Jonathan was in quick. &#034Forty,&#034 said Joyce unconcernedly, a few dollars more wouldn't hurt and it was all for a good cause. &#034Forty-five.&#034 &#034Fifty,&#034 replied Joyce. &#034Sixty,&#034 Jonathan didn't pause. &#034Seventy,&#034 shot back Joyce, annoyed that they seemed to have moved to multiples of ten rather than five. &#034Eighty,&#034 Jonathan said. This was starting to get expensive, thought Joyce. She looked at Dawn, the teen was looking disconcerted at the thought her Mom might be outbid and by Jonathan as well. Joyce took a breath, &#034Ninety.&#034 &#034One hundred,&#034 said Jonathan. His reply took longer than before and Joyce knew she had him. She quickly shot back, &#034One hundred and ten.&#034 There was silence from Jonathan. Robin Woods looked at him quizzically, but the teen boy shook his head and the Principal slammed down the gavel, &#034Sold for one hundred and ten dollars.&#034 Dawn slid back to her seat, &#034Thank you,&#034 she mouthed. Joyce nodded, &#034It was more than I wanted to pay, but I couldn't have you been beaten by Jonathan,&#034 she murmured. &#034I'd have won,&#034 countered Dawn, throwing a quick glance towards Buffy's old classmate and his friends, &#034but jeez, Mom, that boy is creepy... he freaks me out, an evening alone with him would be too yeuch for words.&#034 &#034No problem, though it's cleared me out,&#034 Joyce said. &#034Shall we slip away?&#034 Dawn gave a smile, which spoke of a ...