The Challenge 5: Lisa’s Family - Sex Stories

The Challenge 5: Lisa’s Family

... blindfolded by one, but this’ll be great. Do you want me to – ” Lisa brought her index finger to Jules mouth to quiet her daughter. Lisa froze once again, looking at her daughter’s lips, her short black hair, her cleavage. She was wearing a white bathrobe, presumably nude underneath. Lisa shook her head, closing her eyes, “Think of the money. $10 million for this. An extra ten on top of that if Alice joins me.” Lisa slowly started to remove the robe from Jules’ shoulder. Lisa looked on in shock at the elaborate shoulder tattoo she had. It was a floral pattern and it trailed down to her elbow. Lisa figured she got the money for it from stripping. She cringed thinking that prostitution was a source of income for her daughter as well. Here Lisa was, contributing to it. Moving the robe further down, exposing Jules’ perky breasts, Lisa stared at them. They were nice, not too big or small. “Keep going,” she told herself. She helped Jules slide her other arm out of the robe next. Sliding it down her back, Lisa sat behind her daughter, discovering more tattoos. Lisa shook her head looking downward. Closing her eyes, she kissed Jules’ back, between her shoulder blades. Next she kissed her shoulder, then the back of her neck. Jules moaned, the kisses sending tingles down her spine. Lisa reached around, lightly cupping Jules’ medium-sized, perky breasts. “Do it,” Lisa told herself. She tweaked the nipples, rolling them between her index finger and thumb. Jules had a sharp intake of ...

... air followed by a soft moan. Lisa kept teasing, kissing the back of her neck in the process. “Yes,” Jules whispered. Lisa closed her eyes, “Just let go,” she told herself. “Think of the money.” Lisa released one breast, the fingers of the other hand still rolling and teasing a nipple. Her free hand slid down Jules’ tight body, over her belly button ring, pausing when a finger grazed Jules’ trimmed bush. Lisa pictured a check, written to her by Bob. She pictured giving Jules enough money to stop working for Fat Rob, to get her out of that lifestyle. Pushing any further guilt out of her thoughts, Lisa slid her hand down further, arriving at and rubbing Jules’ clit. Jules moaned and shook, laying her head back on her mother’s shoulder, her mouth hanging open. Lisa turned, looking to it, listening to the moans. She opened her own mouth, inching toward Jules’. When the bottoms of their lips touched, causing Jules to moan once more, Lisa’s mouth covered her daughters. Lisa was careful not to make a sound; not wanting her voice to give her away. Their mouths were connected for several minutes, while Lisa worked Jules’ clit and nipple, before sliding her fingers into Jules’ soaking wet pussy. Lisa broke the kiss, her other hand going to Jules’ clit, rubbing it while she fingered her with her other hand. A moment later, Lisa felt her daughter shake harder, tensing up, climaxing in her arms. When the moaning stopped, the orgasm subsiding, Lisa was overcome with taboo lust. She quickly ...