Message-ID: <20766eli$9903250428@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Beba-Fun Subject: A New Dawn - Part 1 Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Authentication-Warning: backdraft.philabs.research.philips.com: smap set sender to using -f Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <7dbre0$1kl$1@nnrp1.dejanews.com> It was obvious from the moment they walked into the pub that they were mother and daughter. A further brief look at the two, and it was apparent that the older woman once had all the sexual allure that her offspring now half- innocently exuded. It wasn't that the mother, (I found out later her name was Susan) didn't still turn more than a few heads wherever she went, as she was perfectly aware. But it was simply impossible not to immediately move your gaze over to the updated version of her form, and take in the combination of sexuality and innocence of her daughter, Dawn. As they entered the pub towards me, I saw the front first. Aside from her beauty and young developing figure, she made good use of her clothes to further enhance the effect. She wore a small jacket over a black vest top, which, with the help of what was obviously a wonderbra, accentuated her 34C breasts perfectly. They squeezed together creating a smooth cleavage, which I found myself staring at, fortunately before anyone else did. I was already imagining them without the jacket obscuring the view, and getting a closer look. Scanning down past her thin waist, her hips were wrapped in a fairly short skirt that was tight down to the start of her thighs, and then slightly looser. It was obvious even to the casual observer that she was also sporting a g-string. As I followed her legs down to her calf-length boots, both mother and daughter sat down at a table opposite me. As Dawn slid into her chair, I was rewarded with a view that showed clear evidence that she was also wearing lace-top hold-up stockings. As I imagined myself sliding them down, I had to shuffle in my seat to hide my increasing excitement. She realised that her skirt had ridden up as she sat, and she quickly pulled it down again, glanced around quickly to see if anyone had noticed . As she caught my eye, I simply smiled a polite smile, not giving any indication whether I had seen her unintentional display. She blushed slightly, assuming correctly that I had watched with interest, and turned quickly to talk to her mother. They continued to settle in at their table next to the open fire, both removing their jackets. Dawn leaned forward slightly in her seat as she pulled her arms free, and was unaware she revealed slightly more of her silky young cleavage to all in the bar. As she sat back, she again glanced in my direction to check if I was still looking. Again, I politely smiled at her as our eyes met. This time however, she he had been prepared for me watching, and returned a full smile that was warm, friendly and innately sexy. I couldn't help but think of how I could make better use of those lips though! Her attention again focused quickly back on her mother, who stood and asked her what she wanted to drink. They discussed whether she should be drinking or not, and agreed finally that half a lager would be acceptable, but no more. This somewhat backed up my suspicions of her youth, guessing at around 15 or 16 years old. "Mum, I'm just nipping to the toilets", Dawn said. As Dawn rose and headed off towards the far end of the bar, just behind her mother, she again gave me a fleeting glance and smile. I was able to stare at both their asses as they made their way through the crowd, without any fear of them seeing me. What a fine sight it was too, confirming that they were both in fact wearing g-string panties. Once Dawns buttocks had wiggled out of sight, I adjusted my underwear to best disguise my arousal, and set off for the bar. I timed it to perfection as Susan's lager and lime arrived, she picked it up, and I nudged her arm "accidentally" as I approached the bar. "Oh god, I'm so sorry. How bloody clumsy of me.", I said apologetically. She shook the liquid from her hand, and sounding just slightly annoyed, said "Don't worry, no harm done, and it didn't spill much." "No really, I'm sorry. Let me pay for your drink at least." "You don't have to, and I've got to get one for my daughter as well, so.....", she explained. But I cut her off in mid-sentence, saying "Fine, in which case I can make it up to you by buying both of the drinks. Barman, a top up for this fine lady's drink please. And what will your daughter have ?......OK. Half of lager for her delightful daughter, and a pint of bitter for me please." Susan looked at me slightly puzzled, and asked, "Do you know my daughter then Mr........?" "Mr Blunt, but please call me Adam. And to answer your question, no I don't know your daughter. I suppose I've given myself away somewhat, but the fact is that I couldn't help but notice two such beautiful women as yourselves when you walked in. You make quite an impact on a quiet little pub such as this you know." The similarities between herself and Dawn surfaced again as she too blushed ever so slightly, and said "Oh, thank you.....Adam did you say ? You're very kind Adam, and I'm sure my daughter, Dawn, would be very pleased to hear you call her a 'woman' as she's only 16. Trying to be 26 though I think.", she joked, and smiled *that* smile. I shared the joke with her and we both laughed. Over Susan's shoulder, I saw Dawn returning to the bar, and looking at us curiously as she approached. She was half smiling, obviously wondering who I was, and what we were laughing at. "Mum", Dawn said as she squeezed Susan's slim waist, making her jump a little, " I can't leave you for 2 minutes without you getting chatted up. Who's this, and what's tickled you both so much?" "Dawn, don't be so cheeky!", Susan replied, in mock anger, "This is Adam, and he's kindly buying our drinks after we managed to spill mine, between us. Adam this is my daughter Dawn, and I'm Susan." "Hi Adam, thanks for the drink", Dawn beamed as she offered her hand for me to shake. "Hello Dawn. Delighted to meet you,", I took her hand, kissing it instead of shaking it, and sneaked another glimpse down her top, now I was nearer. It just got better the nearer I got, and I could see down as far as the lace edging of the bra as I bent forward. I met her eyes with our faces only inches apart, as I let her hand go, continuing " and a pleasure to buy such beautiful young women a drink. After all, there's no point having money to spend if you're not going use it for something enjoyable, now is there." "Rich too mum. You're sure picking 'em well nowadays." smiled Dawn, holding my gaze briefly while talking to her mother, before turning toward her and taking the half of lager from the bar. "Dawn, will you stop it! Look Adam", Susan said, "if you want to, you're more than welcome to join us at our table with your drink. I think we'd both appreciate the company, and you're alone too, so it would work out well for everyone." "Yeah", Dawn chipped in, "come and sit with us, take our mind off things for a while." Well, the most difficult part, initial contact, went better than I could have hoped for. It normally takes a longer time chatting, and for me to make the invitation, but not this time. After only a couple of minutes, I was the one being invited to their table. I needed no second chance, so I paid the barman, and followed them back to their table in the corner beside the fire. I sat opposite Susan, which was slightly to one side as I faced Dawn. This meant that the table didn't obstruct my view of Dawn's bottom half, as it did with Susan’s. It would have been ideal to have both to look at, but the table made it impossible, so I chose to take the younger option. She had already made one slip that allowed me a great views of her stockings, and I hoped she was the more likely to make another. We made small talk for a while, about the weather, Clifton’s antics and such like before the conversation turned to Susan's new job. It turned out she'd recently started up her own business from home, with which she hoped to make enough money to pay off the debts, including significant gambling IOUs, that her ex-husband had left her with, amounting to some nine and a half grand. This was kind of a mini-celebration and treat for them both, because ordinarily money was too tight for them to go out together. The business was now working reasonably well, but the troubles that Dawn had mentioned, were overshadowing things a little. The debts were all building up interest, so all the money coming in was immediately going straight back out to pay everything off. They could easily live off their new income if they didn't have the debts to contend with too, but they weren't really making a dent in the debts after the huge interest was paid off. The conversation paused as I considered what they'd said, and they pondered what had evidently become quite a millstone around their necks. Dawn then slowly looked up at me, to her mother, then back to me again before speaking. "You said that you had money to spend Adam, have you got any to lend.", she asked. "DAWN!", Susan snapped, "How dare you ask that?! It's very rude, very embarrassing for me, and especially so for Adam. Just think before opening your mouth, or........" "It's fine really ", I interrupted, "you'd be surprised at the requests and offers I get from people. Don't worry about it, I'm not bothered by it, and you shouldn't be either. Dawn's just using her initiative to find a solution your problems, and that's to be admired surely. But if I lent you the money, you'd simply owe it to me instead, and things wouldn't change much. The only way I could help would be to give you the money." They both looked at me, at each other, and at me again, before Susan finally shook her head, saying "No. That's impossible, there's no way we could accept an that amount of money from anyone. It's amazingly kind of you to offer, but we absolutely couldn't take it." Dawn shuffled forward to the edge of her seat so she could be closer to her mum, and as she did so, her skirt once again pulled up her thighs. She was so keen to get her words out that she didn't notice it this time. The bottom lace edges of her stockings were exposed as she perched on the edge. She faced her mother, and it was her turn to raise her voice this time, "MUM, what are you saying? Adam is willing to give us enough money to solve everything, and you're simply turn it down ? It would mean everything to us!" "I know honey", Susan said softly," but we can't accept Adam's money, he's earned it and it's his. We have no right to ask him for any of it." "But he offered, we didn't ask him to give it to us did we ?" responded Dawn "Oh, I didn't earn it all either", I smiled, "I won some of it in casino's" "Won it! That's it!", Dawn said jigging excitedly in her seat, and turning towards me. "we could say that we won it from you, and that way you wouldn't be giving it to us!" she leant back to her mother as she continued, "That would be OK wouldn't it ? Wouldn't it mum ?". The combined effect of her excited jigging, and leaning between myself and Susan was that her skirt continued its excruciatingly slow journey up her lush thighs, and she didn't notice a thing. This resulted in Dawn exposing nearly all her stocking tops, and making me hard in the process. Four years ago I reached the point where finances became something I wouldn't need to worry about. In actual fact, the money they needed so desperately was not an issue, because as soon as they said they needed it, I'd made my mind up to give them whatever they wanted, whether they had asked for it or not. That may sound a little arrogant or pretentious, but it's not intended that way. It's just my way to help people with something that holds little value for me any more (and possibly make up for some of the guilt for letching at sexy young women!) Susan looked at Dawn for a moment, considering what had been said. She obviously wanted to just take the money, but she was clearly a proud lady with high principles, and she felt unable to take what she considered 'charity'. "Well", Susan said slowly," it would be OK if we didn't pretend, but we really *did* win it from you.......I think! But I don’t know if that’s possible." Up to this point I was just doing what I, and most other blokes, regularly do in any pub, which is look at and admire sexy women, chat to them, and when the chance arises, get them into bed. (Don't tell me you've not been a part of that story at some point!) I was too busy admiring Dawn's sexy young form to be thinking very far ahead, but Susan's last statement set all the bells ringing. I was now interested in the conversation as a possible means to learn in more detail, *much* more detail, about that alluring figure. There was no way I would expect, or effectively ask, either of them to prostitute themselves in any way, but if they chose the stakes for a contest....... "I suppose if you wanted to", I began, "you could play me for the money, at something very simple. Even the toss of a coin would be good enough I guess, but...", I tailed off. "WHAT?" they both asked in unison, "But, what ?" "Well if you were truly to have 'won' something of great value, then that would mean there should be some way you could have 'lost' something of equal value. Dawn just said that it would 'mean everything to you', so you'd have put something that 'means everything to you' in as a stake if you were to truly 'win'. That could be a problem, what do you have that means that much to you ?" They looked at each other and Dawn shrugged. Susan laughed a little resigned laugh, and said, "Nothing really, we've got next to nothing left that I could use. We’ve only really got each other now, so I suppose Dawn means more to me than anything else, but I can't bet her can I now ?!", and laughed aloud. "You can't ?" I asked simply. The laughter ceased. B. 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