Fucked Mother And Daughter On A Train
All credit goes to original writer. I'm simply copying his words and sharing among all of you of course after some editing. It's certainly my favorite one and hope you too appreciate this story. The story goes here as:
On the due date, I reached my prescribed coach/berth. It was four-berth coupe. My co passengers were two lovely women; one was in twenties and the other a bit older. They looked to be sisters or mother-daughter. The fourth berth was empty. I was greeted with a strong and sweet perfume. The younger one was very beautiful, fair complexioned, with auburn hairs, dark brown eyes, rosy lips with light pink lipstick, wearing tight blue denim, and light pink top and her stats must be 38-24-36, a coke bottle like figure.
Whereas, the older one was in sari, long hairs neatly tucked in ponytail, deep dark eyes that could penetrate your soul, orange lipstick on pouting lips, deep mascara, glowing skin and fair complexion. We introduced each other. They were mother daughter. I adjusted my baggage and took my seat. Her name was Sandy. When she spoke, her voice, sounded like thousand chimes into my ears. Anyway, the train started and we started chatting.
Her name was Sandy. She told me that she had just completed her MA and was going to Delhi. I was very glad to know that this beautiful looking sexy girl will be with me for whole 17 hours of the journey. Until then I was not aware that something would be happening between us. Her mother laid the bed sheet and went to sleep. We changed our dress for sleeping. She wore a night gown which was very short covering just below her waistline barely covering her ass. She moved to upper berth. She sat before me and her dress rode up exposing her thighs.
I saw her tugging her nightgown down around her legs, and I noticed how it had ridden up her thighs; and honestly, I didn’t even begin thinking about doing anything besides viewing. But as she did that and I noticed how her nightgown had ridden up, saw her bare thighs, the way the fabric fell around her waist, and the way her breasts pressed against the fabric.
The outlines of her nipples were visible through the sheer material of her dress. I felt myself getting more aroused. Suddenly, I was hard and I needed to adjust. This frankly was quite embarrassing when the person who has aroused you is sitting across you. I tried to discretely adjust myself, but she saw. She basically looked down at my crotch as I tugged on myself. “Sorry,” she said as she noticed me looking at her. “It’s alright.” I finished adjusting myself the line of my cock ran up the front of my bottoms.
“I guess this dress will have that effect, no matter how you adjust.” I was red with embarrassment. She brought herself upright. I did the same and we both moved ourselves back to a sitting position on the berth. I got up to go to bathroom door. I tipped the door open and the lights were out. I went in, peed, and then rubbed a washcloth over my face and looked in the mirror. As I reached for my shaver, the door opened. There stood Sandy in the same nightgown. Her hair was wild around her shoulders. “Sorry. I should have knocked. You aren’t usually up yet.”
I set the razor back on the shelf, “Here, let me go, give you a sec.” “No. No. Ignore me. I just got to pee.” As I stood there, she turned herself back onto the toilet and, letting her red nightgown fall around the seat, sat down and peed. I was shaving, looking in the mirror, but stealing glances. My heart was beating in my chest as she sat there. It wasn’t that she was peeing beside me. It was that she had no panties on. Nothing was there under that nightgown.
All credit goes to original writer. I'm simply copying his words and sharing among all of you of course after some editing. It's certainly my favorite one and hope you too appreciate this story. The story goes here as:
On the due date, I reached my prescribed coach/berth. It was four-berth coupe. My co passengers were two lovely women; one was in twenties and the other a bit older. They looked to be sisters or mother-daughter. The fourth berth was empty. I was greeted with a strong and sweet perfume. The younger one was very beautiful, fair complexioned, with auburn hairs, dark brown eyes, rosy lips with light pink lipstick, wearing tight blue denim, and light pink top and her stats must be 38-24-36, a coke bottle like figure.
Whereas, the older one was in sari, long hairs neatly tucked in ponytail, deep dark eyes that could penetrate your soul, orange lipstick on pouting lips, deep mascara, glowing skin and fair complexion. We introduced each other. They were mother daughter. I adjusted my baggage and took my seat. Her name was Sandy. When she spoke, her voice, sounded like thousand chimes into my ears. Anyway, the train started and we started chatting.
Her name was Sandy. She told me that she had just completed her MA and was going to Delhi. I was very glad to know that this beautiful looking sexy girl will be with me for whole 17 hours of the journey. Until then I was not aware that something would be happening between us. Her mother laid the bed sheet and went to sleep. We changed our dress for sleeping. She wore a night gown which was very short covering just below her waistline barely covering her ass. She moved to upper berth. She sat before me and her dress rode up exposing her thighs.
I saw her tugging her nightgown down around her legs, and I noticed how it had ridden up her thighs; and honestly, I didn’t even begin thinking about doing anything besides viewing. But as she did that and I noticed how her nightgown had ridden up, saw her bare thighs, the way the fabric fell around her waist, and the way her breasts pressed against the fabric.
The outlines of her nipples were visible through the sheer material of her dress. I felt myself getting more aroused. Suddenly, I was hard and I needed to adjust. This frankly was quite embarrassing when the person who has aroused you is sitting across you. I tried to discretely adjust myself, but she saw. She basically looked down at my crotch as I tugged on myself. “Sorry,” she said as she noticed me looking at her. “It’s alright.” I finished adjusting myself the line of my cock ran up the front of my bottoms.
“I guess this dress will have that effect, no matter how you adjust.” I was red with embarrassment. She brought herself upright. I did the same and we both moved ourselves back to a sitting position on the berth. I got up to go to bathroom door. I tipped the door open and the lights were out. I went in, peed, and then rubbed a washcloth over my face and looked in the mirror. As I reached for my shaver, the door opened. There stood Sandy in the same nightgown. Her hair was wild around her shoulders. “Sorry. I should have knocked. You aren’t usually up yet.”
I set the razor back on the shelf, “Here, let me go, give you a sec.” “No. No. Ignore me. I just got to pee.” As I stood there, she turned herself back onto the toilet and, letting her red nightgown fall around the seat, sat down and peed. I was shaving, looking in the mirror, but stealing glances. My heart was beating in my chest as she sat there. It wasn’t that she was peeing beside me. It was that she had no panties on. Nothing was there under that nightgown.