Games That Grown-ups Play - Part 2 - Sex Stories

Games That Grown-ups Play - Part 2

... felt herself worry that she might blow it and Dawn would realise she'd made a mistake. Whilst Joyce thought it was unlikely poor cookery would be a major factor in Dawn ending their relationship, at least compared to things such as them being mom and daughter and the age difference, it might be the final tipping point. She needed to make sure she was a good hostess, hopefully even if the meal wasn't up to par - and from her own tasting the burger was too dry and potatoes too hard - Dawn wouldn't be too unforgiving. She reached for the bottle, &#034More wine?&#034 &#034Sure, yeah,&#034 smiled Dawn, &#034Are you trying to get me d***k?&#034 Joyce blushed, &#034No, why would I do that?&#034 The grin from Dawn was lascivious, &#034Oh I don't know, good food, drink... perhaps you're trying to get into my panties...&#034 she paused and licked her lips seductively, &#034...not that I'm wearing any.&#034 &#034Oh,&#034 replied Joyce. Before she could say anything else she felt Dawn's foot sliding up her legs; the teen had kicked off her shoes and the touch of her skin on Joyce's calf was soft, but sensual. Dawn smiled as she moved further up her mom's leg. Joyce smiled, &#034That's nice,&#034 She popped a bit of burger into her mouth, from the heat she felt she might have overdone the spices. Dawn slid a piece of food into her mouth; even that looked sexy as she slowly chewed, whilst eyeing her mom with seductive eyes and massaging her leg slowly. Joyce took another sip of wine; ...

... 'she should have put the white in earlier and chilled it,' she decided as Dawn seductively swallowed. Her daughter licked her lips again, &#034Yep, I'm free of underwear. My pussy is totally bare and I shaved it smooth as well. It's like velvet to touch.&#034 &#034That's good. I remember,&#034 said Joyce. She took another deeper drink of wine as Dawn lifted her head and brought the fork to her mouth, sliding the small piece of potato off with her tongue. She chewed it slowly, as her foot moved higher. &#034Are you wearing panties?&#034 she asked as she slid her foot over Joyce's thigh. The MILF gave a little moan as the teen slid under her skirt and touched the thin cotton of her underwear with her toes. Dawn smiled, &#034Oh you are... that's a shame.&#034 &#034I could take them off,&#034 Joyce made to get up. The teen's face creased in a sensual pout, her foot was unmoving, gently forcing her Mom to remain sitting; &#034But we're still eating...&#034 &#034I'm almost finished,&#034 said Joyce. &#034I'm not,&#034 said Dawn, in unison she lifted a small chunk of meat to her mouth and prodded her Mom's pussy through the material. Joyce felt it tingle and she took another drink to remain calm. At least, it seemed, Dawn was enjoying her food. The teen swallowed and licked her lips, cleaning away a trickle of juice; &#034You know why I'm not wearing panties?&#034 Joyce had a pretty good idea, but decided it was a rhetorical question and the correct answer was, &#034No, why?&#034 ...