Hell of a Pyjama Party - Sex Stories

Hell of a Pyjama Party

... understand."

"Well that's a penalty, right?" said Ian.

"Can't believe you copped a penalty on the easiest question of the night, Mum," said Rebecca, "but yes Ian, we get to decide on a penalty for her."

"We should get her to streak naked down the street."

"Come on," said Angela, "in this weather? Be reasonable."

"Yeah," said Rebecca, "that's a fair point. We're trying to embarrass Mum, not kill her."

"Fair enough," said Ian.

"Instead," said Rebecca, "how about she has to go topless until she successfully does a dare or answers a truth?"

"Oooh, I like that," said Ian. "Added incentive not to take another penalty."

"Really, that's what you want?" asked Angela.

"You're a bit overdressed for this pyjama party anyway," he said.

She sighed, then took off her jacket and blouse, so she was now in only her skirt and bra.

"The penalty was topless," said Rebecca.

Angela sighed again. "Really?" Rebecca and Ian shrugged and nodded. "Fine," she said. "Rebecca, can you unsnap me?" Rebecca unsnapped her, and she took her bra off and draped it over the arm of her chair.

"Nice tits, Mum," said Rebecca.

"That's how you talk to your mother?" asked Angela.

"Quite right," said Ian, "it would be much more proper to say something like, 'Mother dear, you have a stupendous bosom.'"

Angela shuddered. "Somehow that's worse." She paused for a moment. "Oh. Right. My turn. Rebecca, truth or dare?"

"Dare."

"Oooh," said Ian, "spicing it up a ...

... bit."

"Already feels a bit spicy," said Angela. "All right, Rebecca, I dare you to drink a smoothie I'm going to make out of some of the items in the fridge."

"Could get literally spicy!" said Ian.

"All right, make your science experiment," said Rebecca. Angela hurried over to the kitchen. "You know," said Rebecca, "I feel like we overlooked it because we were rightly disgusted by you wanking in our bedrooms, but... the back yard?"

He shrugged. "Neighbour was sunbathing topless and fell asleep."

"Wow," she said, "feels like a risky move."

He shrugged again. "Had to try it once."

"And how was it?"

"I still can't decide if it was more exciting or terrifying, but it got the blood pumping, for sure."

Angela returned with a murky liquid in a tall glass. "What got the blood pumping?"

"Oh, Ian just told me about his back yard wank."

"What happened to no follow up questions?"

Ian shrugged. "Forgot all about that as soon as the boobs came out, honestly."

Angela snorted. "Men!" She handed the glass to Rebecca.

"What's in here?" asked Rebecca.

Angela shrugged. "I'll tell you after you drink it."

"But how will I know if I want to drink it?"

"Life is full of tough choices," said Angela. "Choices like, 'should I get my boobs out in front of my adult children just to go along with a kids' game.'"

"Point taken," said Rebecca. She lifted the glass. "Cheers!" And then she held it to her lips and started drinking. She got halfway, then lowered the ...