Mother And Daughter - Sex Stories

Mother And Daughter

... dinner and we can talk about us, and this weekend,” Barbara said, softly squeezing Cathy’s hand as she did.

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“Was that my mom?” Danni asked with a little attitude.

“Yes, she sent me the picture you sent her and told me you were heading my way,” Tony replied.

“Is she mad?” Danni snapped.

“No, she is not mad, just sent the picture, that’s all.”

“Well, she doesn’t like how I dress. She rides me all the time!”

“And why is it you dress so provocatively, all of the sudden?” Tony asked.

“I don’t think I do. It’s just I’m twenty, you know; an adult and shit!” she replied.

“You ready for a burger? They’re done. Let’s eat and talk about it, ok?” Tony asked, trying to turn her focus.

“Yeah, I really want a burger. I told you I was starving,” she laughed.

“Good, then let’s eat, then we can talk, ok?”

“Ok. Talk about what?” she pried.

“You need to learn about being a young woman, and your hunger for the sexual experience,” he replied, his tone very mature and calm.

“And just how are you going to teach me?” she snarled, the brat in her coming out.

“Let’s eat. You will need your nourishment later. Come on,” he told her.

“Ok, but I’m an adult, just remember that!” she snapped as she headed for the table with the food.

Stay calm, Tony. Remember, brats need love too, Tony thought to himself as he and Danni prepared their burgers and plates.

“Damn, these burgers are huge! They look delicious,” Danni said as she sat down at the table ...

... across from Tony.

“Yeah, I have to say, they do look good, and I’m kind of hungry myself!” Tony replied.

“Thanks for feeding me. I do appreciate it. Sorry for the attitude,” Danni said after she’d finished half of her burger in silence while they ate.

“You’re most welcome, sweetie. I’m glad you like it. There’s plenty more, so looks like burgers for the weekend,” he smiled.

“So, this attitude thing, where’s it coming from?” He asked before taking another bite.

“Well,” Danni started, before chewing and swallowing her bite.

“It’s just that mom treats me like a child, and I’m not! I’m twenty years old, for crying out loud!” she exclaimed.

“Being twenty, and being an adult, or acting like an adult, don’t always come together, my dear,” Tony told her, pushing a cold beer across the table and taking another out of the cooler for himself.

“And what’s wrong with the clothes I’m wearing? They’re sexy as hell, right?” she pushed.

“What you’re wearing now, is not sexy. Your outfit is sexual, but not sexy, sweetie.”

“Same thing if you ask me,” Danni said defiantly as she opened the beer and took a swig.

“Sexy is when it causes arousal and imagining of what lies beneath the clothes.”

“When you walked through the gate, I knew everything about your lovely breasts, even your nipples that were poking through the thin material, hugging your tits so tight.”

“Hot, right?” Danni smiled, poking her chest out.

“Yes, but not sexy,” Tony replied as he reached ...