This Old House - Sex Stories

This Old House

... about a girlfriend, anyone in your life?"

"There's a lot more to it than that, Dawn. But yes it was easy for me to arrange time off to be here. As for a girlfriend, nope there's nobody at the moment. How long are you planning on spending here?"

"Let's see how long it takes." Dawn replied, it was the look on her face that concerned me.

We sat and talked for a while. The conversation was mostly about Mum and Dad, and memories from when we were kids. Dawn stifled a yawn, I suggested we call it a day and head off to bed.

"You take Mum and Dad's room, I'll take one of the others." Dawn nodded and headed off, I looked in both spare rooms only to find there were no beds. "Fuck!" I silently cursed and went and made up the couch with blankets and a pillow.

I woke in the morning to the sound of Dawn moving around in the kitchen, I sat up and looked for my trousers.

"Want to tell me why you slept on the couch?" Dawn asked as she bought me a cup of coffee.

"There are no beds in the spare rooms. The couch seemed a better option than the floor."

"You could have shared with me. There is plenty of room." Dawn smiled. I wasn't sure by her smile if she knew it would have been difficult for me, sharing a bed with her.

"I didn't want to disturb you." I replied, lying through my teeth

"Bullshit. you came up minutes after I did. You can share with me tonight, it's got to be better than the couch." Dawn replied as she walked back to the kitchen. "Breakfast is almost ...

... ready."

I watched Dawn walk away from me, her long legs and tight cheeks were getting me hard. I put my trousers on quickly, hoping to hide my swelling cock. Dawn's tiny vest top barely held her tits in place, she smiled and carried on eating.

After breakfast we showered and dressed in old clothes. I was going to shift some of the furniture, Dawn suggested we deal with Mum and Dad's clothes first. By lunchtime we had all the good clothes in bags ready for the charity shop, old clothes and underwear went in a bag for the local tip. I drove into town and handed over the bags of clothes at the charity shop, the lady was polite, but bloody scary. She was 65 if not older, her make-up was plastered on trying to make her look 30 years younger. On the way back I grabbed some sandwiches for lunch.

Dawn made a start on sorting out all of Mum's china ornaments, so I took a look into the loft. There was nothing there apart from a few old pieces of wood, I guess with Dad's age and bad hip he didn't climb ladders. Dawn and I had already agreed if we wanted anything from the house we would put it aside, all unwanted items were going to the charity shop. Dawn walked to the local store later in the afternoon, we needed something to cook for dinner, as well as bread and milk. That evening I found out that Dawn was almost as good a cook as Mum, she returned with a bag of stuff and knocked up a decent meal for us both.

Between us we cleared up and sat down to relax, Dawn had brought a ...