“I’ve ordered the pizza,” said Joyce. She shivered, clad just in her bikini bottoms there was a chill. “I’ll just put on my robe as well.”

“Okay, I’ll put on a DVD,” smiled Dawn. She picked up her strap-on and headed downstairs.

Joyce picked up her daughter’s damp bikini bottoms and the towel she had used to dry herself (once she had got to the room and soaked the carpets all the way up). She slid out of her own bottoms and dried her legs and pussy where the damp material had left her wet again. On the way to her room dropped the wet things into the laundry basket. She paused at the mirror in her room, not bad, she thought, her thighs and belly were still mostly firm and if her boobies sagged a little they were large enough that they always had. She put on her own robe, making sure that it covered enough for warmth, but exposed enough for Dawn’s edification.

“I though I’d put on some romance,” Dawn said as her Mom entered the main room.

Joyce raised her eyebrows in scepticism at her daughter’s comment. She slid onto the sofa beside her. Dawn’s arm moved to let her Mom snuggle in, the Milf’s head resting on the teen’s shoulder and one of her hands sliding up and down the teenage thigh on offer. She lifted her face enough so that was looking at Dawn as she asked, “So what’s the plot, then?”

Dawn paused, smiling as she thought, “See the brunette, she’s just broken up with her boyfriend and the blonde is her best friend, who’s trying to console her.”

“By licking her pussy?” asked Joyce quizzically.

She smiled at Dawn and her sexy lover smiled back as she said, “How else would she comfort her?”

Joyce turned her head away from Dawn’s and snuggled deep into her and they settled into comfortable silence to watch the porn. Though if they were silent they weren’t still, at the back of Joyce’s head Dawn’s fingers twisting her Mom’s curls round, sometimes drawing a tip across the back of the neck. At the same time Joyce’s hand crept up and down her daughter’s thighs, sneaking beneath the robe and threatening, but never quiet touching, the teen’s pussy. On screen the two porn stars licked and slurped each other in a sixty-nine that seemed to go on forever; it contributed to the wet and warmth of Joyce’s pussy, though the Milf wasn’t going to deny that most of her arousal was from Dawn. She could smell her daughter’s sexual excitement, feel her sexy, warm body – the bump of her heart, the rhythm of her breathing – see the sexy, slender curves that made the teen look so fuckable – her half-uncovered tits, the firm, toned tum, her perfect thighs.

The doorbell rang and Dawn hit pause on the remote control Joyce reluctantly got up and reached for her purse on the table. Dawn grinned at her Mom, “If it’s a guy see if you can get a discount, give him a flash.”

“What?” Joyce paused her hand on the door handle.

“You know,” tittered her lover with a wicked grin, “Let him see some boob or flash him some gash.”