****** Family Games by Sally ******
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Family Games


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Family Games

Mr. Jones smiled good-naturedly up at his children. He had lost again and he
knew what his punishment would be. Katy and Emma pulled off their socks and
pushed their feet in his face.

"Oh, phew!" he said. "Cheesy!"

Both girls giggled with delight. They loved sticking their feet in their
father's face. It always got a good reaction.

"No more, no more!" he moaned, but remained on the floor as their feet battled
to get in front of his nostrils. His wife laughed as the girls punished him
this way. This was a fairly normal happening in their house. They would play a
family game of cards and whoever lost had a forfeit. Mr. Jones seemed to lose
quite often and his girls always chose their favourite; making him lie on the
floor whilst they stuck their bare feet in his face.

"C'mon dear, get up now and let's continue," Mrs Jones said good-naturedly.

"Oh, alright dear!" he said, smiling. "C'mon, that's enough you two!"

The girls reluctantly let their father rise to continued the game.


A little while later Mrs. Jones lost a hand. It was her turn for a forfeit.

"Smelly feet! Smelly feet!" chanted the girls in unison.

Mrs. Jones smiled. "No way - I'm not as daft as your father. You're not
sticking your smelly feet in MY face."

She always said this. Mrs. Jones could not be persuaded to do anything she
didn't want to.

"Oh mom!" said Katy. "You're such a spoil sport."

"Yes, c'mon mom!" said Mr. Jones.

"No!" said Helen Jones, sternly.

The girls turned to their father. "Dad?" said Emma.

"Alright girls!" said Mr. Jones. He stood up, walked behind his wife then
grabbed her and pulled her from her chair.

"Maurice! What on earth are you doing?" shrieked Mrs. Jones. Mr. Jones was
laughing and his daughters looked on with delight. Shrieking and whooping
themselves they jumped on their helpless mother.

"No! No!" cried Helen Jones crossly, struggling against her husbands strong
grip.

"Come on girls!" he shouted. "Here's your chance to stick your smelly feet in
your mother's face!"

The girls did just that, though it wasn't easy as their mother kept turning her
face from side to side as her daughters' feet got near her.

"Stop it Maurice!" she kept saying. As she thrashed and squirmed under her
husband her skirt rode up above her knees.

"Won't behave, eh?" said Maurice. "We're just going to have to TICKLE YOU!"

The girls giggled.

"NO! STOP THIS NOW!" shrieked Helen Jones for all she was worth.

The girls dropped to their knees beside their prostrate mother and began
tickling her in earnest. They went for obvious targets, like her armpits and
ribs and then Katy slid down, grabbed a her foot and began to tickle her
stockinged sole.

Helen Jones was almost hyperventilating now as the two girls went to work on
her. She pleaded with them one last time and then could no longer hold back -
in front of her whole family she wet herself. Once the stream started flowing
she could not stop it. As she was wearing tights, no-one noticed at first but
quickly the puddle spread and soaked the back of her skirt before spreading out
on the floor. Maurice suddenly realised what had happened. Mortified, he leaped
off his wife with an, "Are you alright dear?" Concern was etched on his face.
Helen was utterly humiliated.

"No, I'm NOT alright," she said through tears of shame that started in her
eyes.

Pushing past her husband she stormed upstairs leaving a puddle on the floor and
a trail of drips.

The girls were horrified by what they had done to their mother.

"You wait here," their father told them, and followed his wife's dramatic exit.

He climbed the stairs, slowly, with a heavy heart. He had seen Helen in a
'mood' before and knew that she could be upset for weeks. Sighing he opened the
door to their bedroom and saw Helen in the middle of removing her soiled
underwear. He stood for a moment, unable to prevent his cock stirring at the
erotic sight. Eventually she registered that he was in the room with her. She
turned on him, her eyes blazing. She strode towards him and raised a hand to
strike him. He knew he had no right to stop her after what he'd let happen.

Then a curious thing happened. Instead of striking him the hand instead gripped
his neck very hard then pulled his face to hers until she kissed him deeply and
passionately. Pulling her mouth away for a second Helen urgently breathed,
"Fuck me!" and then continued to maul his mouth with her own.

Maurice was completely taken aback. He'd never seen his wife of fifteen years
like this. She was like... like... like an animal in heat. As they stood
kissing she rutted her naked pudenda against his fast rising cock.

She almost dragged him to the bed and they made love in a most bestial way. As
soon as his rigid cock was free from his pants Helen mounted it and rode him
like a woman obsessed. Maurice lay beneath her, barely able to keep up,
bewildered by her sudden sexual frenzy.

Almost as soon as it had begun it was over. Helen achieved the release she
needed and climbed off her husband to clean herself up leaving Maurice
unfinished. Whilst his wife went to the bathroom he picked up the soiled
panties she had left on the floor and brought himself to orgasm while sniffing
the acrid aroma. Helen re-entered the room as his seed spurted from the end of
his cock and fell on his stomach in thick globs. She smiled at the sight, a new
twinkle in her eye.

"C'mon," she said. "We've got a game to finish."

When the two had finished cleaning up they went back downstairs to their two
children who were waiting anxiously for the fall out from their escapade. When
they saw their parents smiling, however, although somewhat mystified, they were
greatly relieved. No more was said about the incident and they continued the
game as though nothing had happened.

Very soon after they had begun Helen lost again. She put her cards down on the
table, beamed at her family and said, "Well girls. It seems I've lost again. It
seems that I can't stop you if you want to tickle me, or do anything else that
you desire to me."

Maurice felt his cock stirring again and the girls just looked at each other
with devilish grins....

THE END


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