Gotham_Central
Just A Little Bit Twisted
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no details? You just gonna leave us hanging like that?![]()
Apparently I was...
I knew the daughter, she was a a regular at the convenience store I worked third shift at in college; she stopped in after closer almost every night I was there. She kept inviting me to stop in at the bar where she worked, talked up the bands, etc, until I finally did. I eventually did, became a regular, of sorts; not enough to have "my" barstool, but enough to know the other regulars. She chatted me up, I chatted her up; went on for weeks.
On the night in question, there was an older platinum blonde at the end of the bar. I didn't know it then, but that was mom. She wasn't your barfly sort, very attractive woman, early forties, maybe a little younger; her daughter was at least twenty one, but I'm not sure if either age.
Mom was flirty, drug me onto the dance floor a few times. The daughter flirted when I was at the bar; both teased me about the other all evening. Let's be honest, I was hoping to get with the daughter. The later it got, the bolder Mom got on the dance floor and at the bar. She felt me up; had her hand on my cock most of the time.
Right after Last Call, Mom says to Daughter, "What do you think, should we take him home and fuck him dry?"
The rest is a blur of cunt and tits and ass. There was, I'm sad to say, a little to much contact between them, way more than incidental on Mom's part. But, there was a sense of one upmanship between them. Almost rivalry. It made for a very enjoyable weekend.
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