Hell of a Pyjama Party - Sex Stories

Hell of a Pyjama Party

... party."

Angela scooped up her bra and jacket and headed off to her room. "So," said Rebecca once their mum had left the room, "seemed like you didn't mind making out with Mum."

Ian shrugged. "Well, she's a pretty good kisser. Maybe she could give you some pointers."

"Hey," said Rebecca, "I'm an excellent kisser."

He shrugged. "If you say so."

"Our kiss was like that because I was just trying to fulfil the dare."

"I'm just messing with you," he said. "I'm sure you're a great kisser. But let's face it, Mum's got like, twenty years of experience on you."

"Experience isn't everything."

"OK you're right, you're the best kisser, let's move on."

"Now you're just trying to placate me."

"Is it working?"

She shook her head. "I'll prove it."

"What?"

"Come on," she said. "You made out with Mum, what's the difference making out with me?"

He sighed. "That was just the dare."

"Oh, shush," she said. "You said she was a good kisser. I'm going to prove I'm better."

He rolled his eyes. "All right, whatever." She sat next to him, put a hand on his shoulder and another on his chest, and leaned in and kissed him.

"You two kept playing without me, I see?"

They both turned and looked. Their mum stood in the doorway, having changed into a nightie. "Well, not exactly," said Rebecca.

"I was going to ask who dared who," she said, "because at this point you're just choosing to embarrass yourselves."

Ian shook his head. "Sadly it's even stupider ...

... than that."

"No it isn't," said Rebecca. "Ian said you were a better kisser than me."

"I already said I was just messing with you," said Ian.

"Well, of course I'm a better kisser," said Angela, "I've got twenty years of experience on you."

"But you've only been kissing Dad for most of those twenty years, right? Not much room for growth there."

She shrugged. "Doesn't mean we can't try new things, spice it up a bit."

"What do you think, Ian?" asked Rebecca. "Did I prove I'm a better kisser?"

Ian shrugged. "This is kind of a weird thing to be competitive about."

"Anyway," said Angela, "it's not like I was trying my best; I was just fulfilling the dare."

"Sounds like an excuse."

"Right," said Angela. "I see how it is." She walked over to them and pushed Rebecca off of Ian.

"Hey!" she said.

Angela ignored her, and climbed up on Ian's lap, straddling him. "What are..." he started to ask, but she interrupted him with a kiss. She put one hand on his chest, and with the other, gripped the back of his head. She partially opened her mouth, probing his with her tongue gently at first, then more passionately. She began to grind on his lap. Then she took her hand from his chest, grabbed his hand, and guided it her butt cheek. He let it sit there passively for a moment, then gripped it a little tighter, and started helping her grind back and forth on his lap.

"This is a little more than kissing," said Rebecca.

Angela came up for air for a moment. "I ...