1. Like Mother, Like Daughter (Episode 1)


    Date: 8/23/2016, Categories: Fantasy, Anal, Erotica, Incest, Oral Sex, Wife, Author: gaudi333, Rating: 89.3, Source: sexstories.com

    slept in Claire’s old room, which she said made her feel closer to her daughter. “At least on this visit you guys will have your own bathroom,” she joked, before moving closer to me and kissing me on my cheek. “Thank you for bringing her, Phillip,” she said with moist eyes, “Now let’s go eat.” Dinner at Claire’s old house was fabulous as always. After two bottles of Pinot Grigio with the food we retired to the conservatory at the back of the residence and sipped large snifters of brandy as I smoked a cigar. We talked of Don and times past and Anne told us how she had recently been taking an art class in an effort to keep herself occupied and busy. I watched as mother and daughter consoled and chatted with each other, and I felt privileged to be a part of this family. Claire asked Anne if there were any cute men in her art class and both girls giggled as Anne said. “Well, maybe the teacher, Steve, but I’m not ready for a romance just yet. Although I do confess I miss your dad’s attentions! I’m used to regular sex and your dad kept me very happy in that regard! I miss a man!” As both of them collapsed in laughter I felt sure that some day soon Anne might indeed find a guy to love again, and only for a moment did I think of Don with a pang of regret. “I guess they’re my girls now, dad,” I thought. Again I remarked upon how very alike my wife and her beautiful mother were, more like sisters really, and as the wine and brandy took effect I noticed how Anne’s skirt had risen up to ...
    display a tantalising glimpse of white panty, visible through her black nylons. Claire’s suede-booted legs were by now drawn up under her bottom, affording me a luscious flash of milky thigh above the stockings I loved her to wear. At one point, knowing I was at this stage somewhat left out of the conversation she gave me an apologetic wink that I thought held a hint of promise. And it might have been my imagination but as Anne reached over to pat my thigh in apology for the girly tone of their conversation I thought she might have lingered just a tad too long to be innocent. Hell, I was getting drunk and it was time for me to retire, leaving mother and daughter to their raucous chatter. “Ladies, I’m going to bed,” I said, “I shall leave you both to your girly gossip.” As I stood up I stumbled slightly causing both Anne and Claire to collapse once again in giggles. Embarassed I headed for the front of the house and the stairs. “Don’t forget,” called Anne, “You guys are in the master bedroom where I’ve placed your bags, don’t fall up the stairs…” I left, listening to the mischievous tittering of my wife and her mother. I must have nodded off for a time in Don and Anne’s old bed because I was awoken by a rather drunken Claire stumbling into the bedroom. “Are you awake, darling?” she whispered. In the moonlight streaming through the window I could see that she had taken off her blouse and bra and stood at the side of the bed in just her skirt and boots. Her dark hair framed her ...
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