Think how embarrassing it would be to have your 38-year-old daughter catch you masturbating! Then, I'll go you one better! She caught me bent over an arm of a living room chair with a few pillows in the seat my cock stroking inside of an antique, three-cent milk bottle.
"WHAT THE HELL!" She exclaimed. "I can't deal with this!" She added, before hurrying out the back door, the way she had entered.
Embarrassed beyond telling, I thought I was going to be in a lot of trouble. Jesse was going to tell her mother and I would be in the doghouse big-time, not mainly for masturbating, but for letting my daughter catch me.
I was too upset to continue.
Late in the afternoon, Jesse arrived with the three-year-old, boy twins, in tow. This was unusual as she usually came over after my wife returned from work around 5:30 PM.
She told the boys to go play in their game room - yes, we had one too - and she joined me at the kitchen table where I was eating lunch. Her mother had yet to arrive.
"Soooo, Dan." She started, enjoying calling me by my first name rather than dad. "You do that sort of thing often?"
I figured being caught masturbating there was no sense lying about anything else. "Once, sometimes twice, a week."
"You're 64 years old, old man!" She said with a tone of disbelief. "Does mom know you do that?"
"Years ago I told her I masturbated to try to get a little bit more loving, but it didn't work." I answered.
"I don't know a lot about how men do it, but what exactly were you doing?"
I pointed to the 9 ½ inch tall antique milk bottle in a corner of the kitchen counter.
"My Lord!" Jessie exclaimed with a smile on her face. "A hole is a hole, I suppose."
"Not really!" I inserted. "The warmth is not there."
Do you want me to talk to mom about this? Not about masturbating, but to give you more loving? When was the last time you two did it?"
"No! I do not want you to talk to her about anything!" I replied anxiously. "And it doesn't matter when we did it last!"
"Well, I'm curious. So tell me!" She prompted. "When was the last time you two did it?"
"The last week in February." I admitted halfheartedly.
"It's the first week in July! You have got to be joking me!" She said in disbelief.
"I wished I was." I whined.
My daughter changed the subject then and we talked a few more minutes. She then gathered up the kids and headed back home across the street.
The next day, Tuesday, I looked out of the front door window and saw my son-in-law's mother's car parked out in front across the street. I figured it was safe to grab my pillows and the bottle and take care of business.
The back door opened and Jesse walked into the kitchen, seeing me standing there with two pillows in my arms and bottle in hand, having just retrieved it off the counter, wearing just my briefs.
"Whats-u-doing, Dan? Or, should I say what are you getting ready to do?"
I suppose, I was standing there looking pale, with a caught-in-the-headlights expression on my face. I just know I was just standing there!
"I'm glad I got here before you got started." She continued. "I was wondering if you were still going to be horny today but that question is answered."
"What exactly are you doing here?" I finally managed to ask. "I would have sworn I locked that storm door."
"I told Trudy that I had to start helping you and mom with a little housework. I told her I'd be back across in about an hour and a half. That should be more than enough time to give you a little pussy, you think?"
"To do what! You can't do that! You're my daughter for crying out loud!" I protested in disbelief.
"Look, mom, in my view, is not doing right by you. You're clipped aren't you? So what's the harm? It's "mind-over-matter" and if I don't mind why should it matter to you. Here, let me show you how easy it is.
She wore her usual middle of the thigh cotton wrap around. With those last words, she reached under and began to pull her panties down. As they hit the floor, she stepped out of them and stooped to pick them up. "See! Easy as 1-2-3. Now, I've always been curious, how do you and mom usually do it?"
She was making reference to my muscle problems.
I'd like to tell you that I put up an argument but under the circumstances I felt I was in no position to argue, nor, did I really want to argue. I was being offered pussy and I wasn't about to throw the opportunity away though I would probably be damned to hell.
I wished I could have been in my daughter's mind, to know what she was thinking and what questions she would ask.
I dropped the pillows in a kitchen chair and set the milk bottle on the table. I turned to lead her to the bedroom.
"Usually, your mother puts her butt at the edge of the bottom of the bed." I explained, pointing with my finger. "I stand there at the foot of the bed. The wall will catch me if I fall and your mom can put her feet on the wall and take some of the pressure off her hips."
"You going to pull those underpants off?" She asked, tossing her panties on the bed as she kneed herself onto the bed, maneuvered into position and pulled her skirt up revealing a site I did not think I would ever see.
I removed my briefs.
"Are you taking a pill for that thing?" She asked, studying my firm erection.
"No. I haven't had to yet, though I will admit it usually takes a while to get it this hard. It must be the eroticism of this and all." I replied.
I studied my 38-year-old daughter's nakedness from the waist down as I maneuvered between the bed and her legs. I had to acknowledge that she was not a young girl but a mature woman.
From the waist up, Jesse, with a pretty face and mischievous eyes, and a sense of humor you may have already guessed, does not give the impression of being a large girl. But, from the waist down she balloons a bit with a considerable pudgy belly, large hips and beefy buttocks. An ass man by nature, I could not help but study her ass sometimes when she wore stocking type tights, an around the house outfit with a short T-shirt, making her buttocks seem almost bare. Her thighs are thick near the top and touch together a good 4 to 6 inches.
Now, between her legs, I gazed down at a pussy devoid of hair or even a hint of fuss. It only made my cock that much stiffer, and then, rock hard when she reached to take hold of it and put it to her pussy. I pushed and she wiggled her ass as we coupled.
"You're not lying? You're not taking a pill?" She moaned.
"No.
"Unbelievable!" She moaned more, as I pushed deep into her holding it deep for a moment.
Her mother would normally put her feet on the wall or I would cradle her legs in my arms as we fucked.
With Jesse's thick thighs and shorter legs I immediately had to cradle her legs and hold them wide to achieve the penetration I wanted.
I began to stroke into her as she laid there, a pillow under her head, her eyes closed.
A few long minutes.
"I thought I had locked the storm door." I said. "I'm getting slack. Do you remember locking the back door?"
"I don't remember." She moaned.
"You think I should go check?" I queried.
"Hell no!" She replied, then. "Yes! I guess you had better. Just don't let that cock of yours goes soft!"
I slowly pulled my cock out of her. She moaned her disapproval. I noted that my shaft was quite wet and glistening, much more so than it was with her mom in recent years.
I went to the back door, peeked out, opened it and locked the storm door, closed the back door and locked it too.
I walked quickly back to the bedroom, stroking my cock as I went, and maneuvered in between Jesse's legs once more. This time I guided my cock into her as she held her legs wide and high. I returned to stroking into her, remembering her annoyance at having to check the back door, her disapproving moan of me pulling my cock out of her and her command to keep my cock hard.
"Jesse, I really need to ask here - are we together here - or, is your intent just to service me?"
"I figured not to get emotionally involved - just do something loving for my dad that he needed - but I don't know - your cock feels pretty good inside me! If you really need to get it done, do it. But, we still got a good hour and you're making me weak, old man."
"You're quite lovely between your legs." I appraised, keeping a moderate rhythm.
"Does mom still have that thick, red, lavish bush?" My daughter asked.
"Not this thick is it used to be but still a lovely red." I replied. "How do you know about such things?"
"When I was young I saw it and mom said you loved it. But I know you like redheads. Moms and daughters talk about such things. But you like I shaved pussy? Something exotic and different to slip your cock into?"
"Yes. To all of that and more."
I picked up the rhythm a little bit, alternating with speed and depth of penetration. Jesse was soon moaning as her ass matched my rhythm. I found she yelped appreciatively when I shoved my cock deep into her pussy and held it for a moment only to begin a spirited rhythm until my back tired.
Occasionally, she would lift her head and study our coupling for a few short moments before flopping her head back down and closing her eyes again.