1. Games That Grown-ups Play - Part 1


    Date: 7/2/2015, Categories: Celebrities, Lesbian Sex, Taboo, Author: Dawn_Summers, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    she was wearing was just a little too tight and without a bra it accented the growing tits and their nipples. Joyce decided to ignore the sight and just concentrate on brushing her daughter's hair. She picked up the brush and sat on the bed, next to and behind Dawn, &#034Ready?&#034 she asked. &#034Yes,&#034 Dawn stopped reading and lifted her head. Joyce moved the brush through her daughter's hair. Dawn was right, it had been beginning to tangle, and it also smelt good. Joyce tried to tell herself the scent was just the shampoo, the same brand she used, but with every movement of the brush its sweet odour wafted up her nose, making the rest of her tingle excitedly. She brushed harder, trying to get it over as quickly as possible. &#034Ow, that hurt,&#034 said Dawn as her Mom ripped through her long locks. &#034Sorry, I'll be gentler,&#034 said Joyce. She was caught in a dilemma, the slower and longer she brushed the longer she'd have to smell the delights of her daughter, but fast was turning out to be accidentally brutal and Joyce didn't want to tear hair out by the roots. There was nothing for it but to do it slowly and properly, and try not to let the delicious aroma fill her thoughts. &#034That's better,&#034 said Dawn. She stretched, the muscles on her shoulders and back visible beneath her sweater. Joyce concentrated on the hair, wondering how Dawn had got it so knotty and what she could do to stop her ever having to brush it again. Joyce f***ed herself to think about ...
    the hair - unfortunately her thoughts were of how it smelt, how fine it was and how it framed Dawn's body beautifully. It was lucky she remembered a few stress-control techniques from when the girls were growing or else her breathing would have got too hot and heavy to be able to pretend that Dawn's wasn't causing a reaction within her. &#034That's it,&#034 she untangled the last knot and stood up, so desperate to get away from Dawn that she almost fell from the bed. As Joyce put the brush back Dawn stood up and moved round the bed, accidentally blocking Joyce's escape route. She smiled at her Mom, &#034What do you think of the skirt? I got it in the Sales today... do you think it suits? I'm not sure on the length.&#034 Joyce didn't want to look, she wanted to escape from the overpowering sexuality of her youngest daughter. But the only way she could do that was by physically pushing Dawn out to the way and then her daughter really would know something was up. Instead she looked, drinking in the flawless skin of her daughter's thighs. The skirt was too short, Joyce felt that perhaps she should mention that, but instead she found herself saying, &#034It's you Dawn. Perhaps a little long?&#034 She had meant 'short' she knew that. It was nerves which had made her say the exact opposite of what she intended. She expected Dawn to pick that up and make a joke of it. Instead Dawn nodded sagely, &#034That's what I was thinking.&#034 She pulled the skirt bottom up another inch, moving ...
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