The image of Claire in her tight cotton long tee-shirt, with her thong indentations on her hips and her erect nipples protruding on her broad chest brought my semi-hard cock to full dimensions. I was lying on my back with my right hand on Angela’s pelvis, lightly scrolling my fingertips around in her neatly trimmed pubic hair. My left hand was slowly stroking my cock up and down.
The sensation on my cock was fantastic. The cause of my erect cock was troubling though. I can’t truthfully say that I had never thought of my daughters in a sexual way. They are both very beautiful women. They looked amazing in their bikini bathing suits whenever we went to the beach on a hot summer day. I was as troubled by that then as I am now.
I tried to change the vision in my mind to some porno clip I had seen. At fifty-two, I was just beginning to notice that getting an erection and keeping it was becoming a bit of a problem. I resisted the little blue pills thinking I was way too young for that. I had an erection now that rivaled anything I could remember.
My fingers roving through Angela’s pubic hair had apparently woken her. Even in the dim illumination of the street lights out front, she could see the tent over my pelvis as it bobbed up and down from my hand movement. She rolled on her side and reached over and wrapped her hand around my cock just below mine. I was startled a bit. She hardly ever did that.
Angela whispered, “Do you want me to take care of that?” I ramped up the attack on her pelvis thinking we were going to have sex and I believe in foreplay. She put her free hand on my roving hand and stopped my manipulations. She said, “I’m good, okay? Do you want me to take care of you?” I pulled my roving hand out from under hers and released my cock to her care.
She scooched over to me and put her head on my stomach looking down at my cock in her hand. She rested her right tit on my thigh. Angela has huge breasts and in spite of breast-feeding three kids, they don’t sag all that much. They hadn’t always been that huge. When she was pregnant with Melli, the “titty-fairy” came to visit and never left. Angela wasn’t terribly pleased when they didn’t disappear but I was ecstatic.
Angela flicked her tongue around the ridge of my circumcised penis, concentrating on the bundle of nerves on the underside. She continued jerking me off with her right hand as she said, “Jesus, Michael. What has made you so big and hard? I haven’t seen you like this in… well, years.” My face flushed. I could feel the heat. Thank God it was dark but she wasn’t looking at me anyway. She went back to my cock.
Angela never could deep-throat and wasn’t about to be bothered with learning how. She regarded oral sex as a duty even though she thoroughly enjoyed my tongue in her pussy and even her anus way back in the day. She rolled her lips on and off my glans drilling the ‘spot’ with her tongue and stroked the shaft with her hand. That was her idea of a blow-job. She had never tried anything else. It felt fantastic and I could feel my orgasm approaching.