Games That Grown-ups Play - Part 1 - Sex Stories

Games That Grown-ups Play - Part 1

... Wesley's suggestion of some herbal tea at his place. He had then paid half the bill -his half - and left her to pay for what she had eaten. It had been an unenjoyable evening and Joyce hadn't felt the temptation to bend low all evening. She took her shoes off as she walked up the path to her house, holding them in one hand as she slid the key in the lock with the other. The door swung open at her gentle push and she walked on. Dawn was sitting on the couch, her legs drawn up underneath her, the teensy-tiny shorts she was wearing allowing an ample show of flesh and her loose night-vest failing to cover her cleavage. She looked up from the TV as her Mom entered, a look of concern on her face, &#034No go, Mom?&#034 &#034A no go,&#034 Joyce confirmed. She smiled, &#034I think I'd rather remain single that have another date as bad as that. The man's a complete... well, it's not a polite term.&#034 Sighing Dawn stood up and walked to stand in front of her Mom. She stopped when she was a few inches away and shook her head, &#034That's a shame Mom. You're so uptight at the mo' you could have done with a good fucking.&#034 'That was over the line of what you should say to your Mom,' thought Joyce, 'even if it was true.' She opened her mouth to remind Dawn where the conversational boundaries were, but Dawn hadn't finished and before Joyce could say anything Dawn was continuing, &#034Of course I could fuck you.&#034 This time Joyce did manage to squeak, &#034Dawn!&#034 in shock before ...

... Dawn's hands were behind Joyce's neck and skull, gently bringing the MILF's head downwards, whilst moving her own mouth towards it. Joyce's brain was frozen and she didn't resist, not even when Dawn's lips touched her own and the teen opened her mouth, forcing the tongue at Joyce. The MILF wasn't sure whether she opened her mouth on her own, or whether Dawn f***ed it open with her tongue. She hoped the latter, she thought it might have been the former. The end result was the same - Dawn's tongue moving around her mouth, pushing and probing; swishing left and right and up and down as the teen explored. It only lasted a few marvellous moments before Joyce's senses kicked in reminding her that the teenager kissing her was her daughter. She pulled her head back, though Dawn's hands remained on the back of her neck, whilst at the same time pushing the teen back at inch or two, &#034Dawn,&#034 she said, &#034We can't do this. It's not right.&#034 Dawn smiled, she didn't look either guilty at what she (they?) had done nor abashed at her Mom's reaction. In fact she looked tempting. Her hands remained round the back of Joyce's neck, her thumbs sensually stroking the skin, &#034Why not? I want it, you want it.&#034 &#034I do not,&#034 lied Joyce, though it was her brain speaking, not her itching pussy. &#034You do so,&#034 said Dawn. Her thumbs rub lightly at Joyce's skin, making the MILF tremble. The teen smiled at the small reaction, &#034Don't deny it. I've seen you checking me out ...