1. Games That Grown-ups Play - Part 1


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

    the garment from the suggestive to the almost indecent, &#034This better?&#034 &#034Yes,&#034 Joyce said. It was almost a moan. It got worse. Dawn let go off the skirt's hem and it dropped back to its original length, but before Joyce could leave the teen was pulling it down and off. She was wearing panties, but they were so tiny she might as well not have bothered - the thin material stuck into her front hole, making a camel-toe. Joyce could see if Dawn wasn't fully shaved, she was close. She f***ed herself not to look at her daughter's underwear; 'it wasn't unusual for a Mom to see her daughter like that' she reminded herself. Dawn didn't seem to notice the effect she was having on her Mom, instead she held the skirt up just below her face and looked at it, &#034Can I borrow the sewing machine later?&#034 &#034I'll do it,&#034 said Joyce. Perhaps she could raise it half-an inch rather than the full, leaving it short of indecent - just. * * * It was three in the morning and Joyce couldn't sle*p. She had done Dawn's skirt, moving it three-quarters of an inch as a compromise between what she felt was safe and what she felt was hot and sexy - the compromise had been made more by the safe side than the hot side. And it made Joyce guilty that she had let the hem go higher so that she could get glimpses of Dawn's sexual thighs as the teen wore it. It wasn't the guilt that was keeping Joyce awake, however much she wished it was. Every time Joyce closed her eyes visions swam into ...
    her brain, the thoughts accompanying them as disturbing as the images. In the most tame all Joyce could see was her youngest daughter's smooth, sexy legs, with sometimes a glimpse of cleavage - the boobs more uncovered than they usually were and perhaps bigger in imaginings than a sixteen year old had. If that had been the only imaginings Joyce could have rested, if not easily, at least with only a small warmth between her thighs. But they were neither the wildest nor the most frequent. More and more of the visions had Dawn naked, her tits bouncing as she moved, her ass jiggling as she twirled, her smooth slit being touched by a finger - sometimes her own, sometimes... sometimes not hers. And it got worse... Joyce gripped her fists tight, willing herself not to touch herself as she imagined Dawn's legs spreading. In her mind the teen was smiling, her lips running over her lips as she leant back invitingly. &#034Take me, take me Mom,&#034 the apparition said; the imaginary Joyce lay down and placed her mouth between her daughter's thighs. It was so real Joyce could almost taste it, she licked at the Dawn in her brain as the figment moaned, &#034Take me, take me...&#034 The real Joyce could no longer resist it, her hand moved down to her pussy and she began to gently stroke the wet slit. * * * As she shambled into the kitchen Joyce felt like she had hardly slept. She looked at the small clock ticking on the window ledge - 'she had hardly slept,' she thought. She pulled the gown ...
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