Hell of a Pyjama Party - Sex Stories

Hell of a Pyjama Party

Angela entered the house through the garage to find her two children staring at her from the sofa. "Horrible weather," she said.

Ian nodded. "Can't believe you drove in that, Mum."

She shrugged. "It was clear when I left work. Downsides to a long commute I guess." She paused and took them both in. "Pyjamas already, huh?"

Rebecca shrugged. "I was supposed to have an old fashioned pyjama party with some of my friends, but they all bailed because this weather was too intense. Ian agreed to fill in."

Angela raised an eyebrow. "I'm surprised you were willing to pry yourself away from your computer."

"Just being a good brother," said Ian, "and also the internet's out. But it's mostly because I'm an amazing brother."

"Right," said Angela. Her phone buzzed in her pocket, and she briefly pulled it out, looked at it, nodded and put it back. "Dad's staying the night at a friend's."

"Makes sense," said Rebecca. "Don't see how anyone in their right mind would be driving right now."

"Cheeky," said Angela. She dropped her briefcase on the ground and flopped into the armchair next to the sofa holding her kids. "So, what kind of shenanigans are you getting up to at this pyjama party? Pillow fights? Watching scary movies? Eating ice cream? Talking about which boys we think are cute?"

"Not watching anything without internet," said Rebecca.

"There's always DVDs."

"Too much effort," said Ian. "I don't think our DVD player is even plugged in at the ...

... moment."

"We should play truth or dare," said Rebecca.

"Oooh, count me in," said Angela. "Might be the only way I get some juicy information out of my kids."

"That goes both ways, Mum," said Ian. "We are going to dig up your deepest, darkest secrets, and use them against you."

Angela raised an eyebrow. "Is that so, young man?"

"Absolutely not," said Rebecca. "You have to respect the sanctity and secrecy of the pyjama party truth or dare game. It's like confession, except without the shameful history of covering up abuse."

"Getting a bit heavy for a pyjama party," said Ian.

Rebecca shrugged. "That may be so, Ian, however: truth or dare?"

"Oh, straight into it? Truth," said Ian. "Coincidentally, what happens if I decide I can't possibly reveal the shameful truth of whatever question you ask?"

"Well apart from the shame of being too cowardly to answer a simple question," said Angela, "the other two players get to agree on a penalty."

"Probably something humiliating or painful," said Rebecca.

"Just curious," said Ian, "obviously I'm going to answer all the questions."

"Great," said Rebecca. "This should be an easy question. Just easing you into it. Do any of your friends think I'm cute?"

"Yep."

"Which ones?"

"Huh, are follow-up questions allowed?"

"No," said Angela. "Sorry Rebecca, that's your question, might have to save it for next turn."

"Must be rusty," said Rebecca. "That's a rookie error there."

"Must be my turn," said Ian. "Hey Mum, ...