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My parents went to see Down With Love this evening, so I went to dinner with them at a steakhouse near the theatre. When we sat down, there was a booth diagonally from us that had a mother and a daughter sitting facing me. Both mother and daughter were attractive and a few times I caught each staring and smiling at me. When I smiled back at the daughter, she blushed and turned back to her meal; the mother, when I returned her smile, continued to stare until I turned my attention back to my mother, who was telling me about the gardening she's gotten done since Mother's day. The family left about halfway through our meal.

Towards the end of our meal, another family arrived to take the booth diagonally from us. There were four people in the family: a rather fit looking father, a blonde mother who wore adidas running pants, and two impossibly gorgeous girls who had to be sisters. A sister sat with each of the parents; the mother and the younger sister sat facing me. Again, I caught both mother and daughter staring and smiling at me.

The steakhouse has a salad bar, and the mother, father, and older sister got up to get salads. When my gaze drifted back from the older sister's tight ass encased in a pair of blue jeans, I saw that the younger sister had stayed and was staring at me. Coyly playing with her straw with her tongue. I winked. She smiled wider. Her father came back. I turned my attention back to my parents.

There's something I really love about flirting with furtive glances. And mothers and daughters? Ah. To be slipped in deep, wrapped in slick warmth, and harshly whipser into her ear, "I'm going to fuck your daughter."

And then I have a dentist appointment in seven hours, so all fantasy crumbles.