I shouldn't even be in the same room with you dressed like you are. That short little skirt, no panties and tits barely contained by your top. You mother would kill me if she saw me sitting here looking at you like this. I'm 55. I'm too old for you. But I can't help myself. I should go do something else. Instead I site here, entranced and lusting after you. You know.
You switch on the DVD player and say "let's watch this" as you put on some big-tit porn. Tit-fucking and dirty talk makes me so hot. But you know that. You've probably gone through my collection.
You don't stop there, though. Kneeling in front of the DVD player wIth your back to me you lean forward giving me a look at your unpantied pussy. I know I shouldn't look. I know I should get up and go. This is so wrong. But I'm trapped. I try to avoid looking at your pussy, but there's another sexy scene on the screen. I moan, and you know you have me.
You stand and turn to face me. You take off your top. You ask "do you like me?" as you lift the front of your skirt and slide a finger through your slippery folds. "Do you like this?" I answer the only way I can: "Oh, yes..."
You take off your top and throw it on the floor. The action on the screen is heating up. I know I should go. It's long past that point. I want this as much as you. I'm holding on to my last shred of self control. If you push this, you're going to find out what happens to girls who tease their daddy.
You flop down next to me on the couch. I watch your tits bounce for a moment. You lean in close, hand inches from my crotch and whisper "you like this, don't you?" I think you're as asking about your slutty behavior when you motion to the screen where the big-tit blond is getting reamed from behind. You're pushing me too far. You're going to end up like the woman on the screen, taking my cock every way I want. You look me in the eyes and smile that smile that every guy knows, the one that says "I want to get fucked".
My right hand slides up your inner thigh. Two fingers slip through the folds of your dripping pussy. You moan and spread your legs. That's it. Whatever happens now is on you. My other hand unbuttons my jeans and lowers my zipper. I slide my pants down and place your hand on my stiffening cock. "Play with it. Slowly and gently." You cuddle closer and start teasing me with a nearly feather-like touch, occasionally mixed with a couple of quick squeezes or cupping my balls or sliding your thumb through the precum wetting the head. Soon my cock is harder than it has been in years.
My eyes closed for just a moment as I reveled in the sensations. I opened my eyes to find your other hand circling your clit. "Take your hand away from your pussy right now! You started this. We shouldn't even be doing this. But since we are, you're going to take care of me first." I push you away and guide you until you're kneeling in front of me. "See what you did to my cock? You take care of that right now. But don't you dare try to make me come. I'm nowhere near finished with you, young lady."
