Mother And Daughter - Sex Stories

Mother And Daughter

Tony sat on his back patio, enjoying a nice spring evening, and an ice-cold beer as the last of the sunset began to wane.

He had the hot tub warming up after he had finished the first cleaning of the swimming pool.

Nice night for a soak, he thought to himself, sitting in just a t-shirt and his swimming trunks.

As he took a long pull from his beer bottle, his phone pinged with a text.

Looking down, he smiled after seeing it was from his neighbor, Cathy.

What had started with him being a good neighbor, helping her move in and get settled, had quickly turned into a mutual arrangement: She had full access to his large manhood, and in turn, he could use her whenever he wanted.

He opened the text which read only “some?” with a winking emoji behind it.

Smiling, he typed his reply; “Use your words, little one. What do you want?” and hit send.

As he took another drink of his beer, the phone quickly pinged again.

Swiping the screen on the phone, he found her response; “Oh, Daddy, you know what I want, what I need. I have an itch, way down deep in my pussy that only ‘Little Tony’ can scratch,” came her teasingly submissive reply.

She’s settled into this dynamic very nicely; he thought as he typed his reply, “Well, baby girl, I think that can be arranged. ‘Little Tony’ as you put it, wants to play as well,” and sent it.

He followed with another text at once, “Gate is open, clothing optional.”

Thursday night, wonder what’s up, he thought before ...

... draining the beer bottle.

After the phone pinged, he opened it to read, “Oh yay! Thank you, Daddy!” with a smiley face emoji.

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Cathy finished brushing her long, wavy brunette hair and stood back to look at herself in the mirror.

“He’s going to love you,” she said softly. Her makeup was perfect, her breasts standing nicely on her chest, and her narrow waist flaring out to complete her hourglass figure at her hips.

She ran her fingers her fingers over her freshly shaved pubic bone, “Not bad for forty.”

She then pulled on one of Tony’s flannel shirts that she borrowed, or confiscated, after the first time they had fucked, over two months ago.

Leaving the shirt unbuttoned, she rolled the sleeves up to the elbows, then pulled on a pair of red, four-inch heels.

“Daddy always wants heels. He’s going to get them,” she smiled. After one last inspection in the mirror, she turned and headed out of the bedroom.

It had been nine months since the divorce, and Cathy was loving this new thing she and Tony had going. Being “fuck buddies” had helped her protect her heart while she healed while still satisfying her sexual needs.

What she did not expect, was to find such a thrilling, and erotic lifestyle, or to find such a dominating man as she had.

I love this dominant/submissive thing so much, she thought to herself as she pulled two cocktail glasses out of the cabinet, collected the bottle of Jack Daniels from the counter, and headed out onto her patio.

She ...