She took my hand. “Ben thinks you’re sexy,” she said.
My breath got tight in my chest. Ben thought I was sexy? This gorgeous man found me, 44, sexy. I could not remember the last time someone found me sexy. I was so wrapped in thought I didn’t really notice that Morgan had taken my hand and was leading me down the stairs.
I followed her blindly. Somewhere in the back of my mind I remembered I was naked. Morgan was only wearing her over the knee stockings and shoes. Ben was naked. His hard muscles moved as he stroked his cock. My eyes stayed focused on that cock as Morgan drew me closer and closer.
All of a sudden I was standing next to Ben. I could feel the heat from his body.
He smiled at me. It was not a big grin. It was a kind welcoming smile. “You’re very beautiful,” he said.
I blushed. As I stood there I was aware I was naked, and even more aware that he was. I could still feel Morgan holding my hand.
“Thank you,” I said, rather automatically.
Morgan pulled my hand and, with her hand over mine, ran my hand over Ben’s hard abs. They felt hot to the touch. They felt strong, virile. My pussy was tingling.
Then, with her hand over mine, she guided my hand to his shaft. It felt like an iron rod wrapped in velvet. I could not get my hand entirely around it. Using her hand she started guiding me to stroke this massive tool. It felt heavy in my hand.
All through this I didn’t say a word. I was looking at Morgan. I was watching her eyes. I was looking for some understanding of why I was doing this. I know I wanted this, but why? This was not me. I rarely had sex. I almost never thought about it. I certainly didn’t think of my daughter when I had sex. Yet here I was. I was hoping she had an answer. Yet here we were, both naked, stroking this mans cock, like some kind of sluts. I felt I should say something, but didn’t know what?
Did being there with them make me feel younger? Maybe the idea that I was part of a group of 20 year olds that found me sexy made me feel sexy? I don’t know, but I realized I wasn’t stopping this.
Morgan smiled at me. I felt her light hand on my shoulder and we both dropped to our knees in front of him. Still stroking that beautiful cock.
His cock was now staring us in the face. I was amazed by the veins going through it. How much the circumcised head was bigger than the shaft. I just kept stroking it.
Morgan guided his cock to her face. There was a small drop of precum on it. She reached out with her finger and dabbed up the precum. She started to bring it to her lips but then changed her mind. Instead she reached over and spread it across my lips. I instinctively flicked my tongue out to lick my lips. They tasted salty sweet. I liked it. Morgan smiled at me.
With both our hands wrapped around his cock she opened her mouth and guided his cock in. I watched in fascination as she wrapped her lips around it. I licked my lips. I wondered how it felt, how it tasted. I watched her lips stretch around the head and as she’d pull it back out and run her tongue around it. All that time, my hand was still wrapped around his cock, her hand wrapped around him and we were stroking him.