Mother and daughter are both cheerleaders

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“Of all the gall,” snapped Helen. “Stop that,” she added with a hiss as Paul lifted the front of her skirt again.

Paul just grinned, a finger hooking the crotch of her panties, pulling then out and to the side, so that when he release them they snapped back bunched to one side. He started rubbing the exposed pussy.

“Come on, I dare you. Give your all to protect Christy. We’ve got time.”

He withdrew his hand and unzipped. Before Helen’s horrified gaze he calmly brought out his erection. Quite a respectable erection, too.

“All I have to do is call out and Christy will come,” she pointed out.

“And I’ll be in hot water and Christy will blame you and I’ll probably get some remorse sex in the next day or so. Possibly even in uniform.”

He lifted Helens skirt for a third time, this time tucking it into her waistband, leaving her exposed. Reaching down he started rubbing her again. He sighed.

“Changed my mind,” he murmured. “I think I want these right off.”

With that he calmly pulled down Helen’s panties and she found herself stepping out of them. Looking down she could see that she was effectively naked from the waist down with Paul’s cock very much in evidence.

“You can’t get away with this,” she protested.

“Get away with what?” asked Paul. “You can stop me just by saying no. Are you going to say no?”

Helen didn’t say anything, just moving back as Paul moved closer. Then she was leaning back against the table and he was right there, his erection brushing against her.

“Touch it,” he said softly. “Move it into position.”

Muttering to herself Helen did as she was told, taking his cock and steering it between her legs, bringing it to the point where the head was pressing against that sweet spot that demanded attention. She couldn’t believe she was letting him do this.

Then he was surging into her, driving in hard, and Helen decided that, yes, she did believe he was doing it to her, and doing it hard.

“You will,” he said, still speaking softly, “have to forgive me for the rush, but I do realise that we’re short on time.”

With that he started thrusting in hard and fast, not particularly worrying about what Helen thought. He was just going for broke and as far as he was concerned she was old enough to do her part without coaxing. He was pleased to find that this was true, with Helen thrusting urgently to meet him, apparently deciding to make the best of things.

Paul kept going the same way he started, full steam ahead and who cares what lies in wait. As far as he was concerned things were building up nicely. An idle glance at Helen showed that she seemed to be doing alright, her eyes closed as she moved energetically, trying to keep up with his youthful ardour.

He gave a gasp, knowing what about to happen, then plunged in with wild abandon, releasing himself into his willing playmate. Or was that unwilling playmate, he idly wondered, as he jerked frantically, spending his seed. At least, from her response she seemed to have climaxed when he ejaculated. Either that or she knew how to fake it with amazing style.

“Don’t worry,” he said as he tidied his clothes. “You have my word that I won’t try to coax Christy into or out of her cheer-leader uniform. I will just treat her as my best friend.”

Helen glared at him and left him in the kitchen, heading to her own bedroom to tidy up and get out of that uniform. She smiled to herself. Though she’d never admit it to Paul it was nice to know she still had what it took to attract a stud. It might have been fast but he’d made her climax, even if only in a small way.

Paul hung around the kitchen, waiting for Christy. True to his estimate it was close to half an hour before she finally showed.

“Shut up,” she snapped with a smile as he smiled knowingly.

“Didn’t say a word,” he protested.

“Maybe not, but you were thinking it,” she pointed out and he laughed.

Paul had made allowances for Christy not being ready on time and booked their table at the restaurant accordingly. They arrived at almost the exact moment he had forecast. They had a pleasant dinner, exchanging small talk and flirting.

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