Holy fuck, is it firm and heavy. Jeri, as she got older, became a bit saggier and less “full”, I guess you’d say. Not that there is anything wrong with her breasts, just there is something between a 40+ year old and a 20 year old one. I squeeze and caress, and then move down to use my thumb and forefinger to tweak and rub her young nipple. It responds and is as hard as my cock is at this point. She muffles a moan, and I could have sworn I heard her whisper “finally” but can’t be sure due to the pounding in my ears and the background TV noise.
My cock is so hard it is literally aching and I am ready to just tear it out and do whatever to make it release its pent up seed. I try to focus on the breast and how it feels, but all that does it make it worse. I look down and I can see Paula squirming a little under the blanket, she must be having the same arousal issues between her legs that I am having. I feel a hand begin to slide up my shorts leg, and I open my legs wide to allow access to my cock, and I feel for the first time, skin on skin as she grabs my pole directly.
“PAULA!” Jeri yells out. My heart stops. Paula grips my hard on so tight it was like it was glued there. “Stop squirming. Sit still, you’re annoying me!”
“Fine, mom, I’m just trying to get a comfortable position. Daddy is all … bony.” She says with a hint of a giggle and she gives me a double squeeze.
“Well, get comfortable and then stay there.” Jeri admonishes her.
“Fine, I’m comfy now, I’ll stay here.” She gives my cock a few tugs up and down.
I resume my fondling of her breast, but am a bit wary now. I feel like a teenager trying to get away with something in front of your girlfriends parents. Super excited, but the thrill is more in not getting caught than it is anything else. My throat is tight, and my heart feels like it beating at 1000 bpm.
Paula continues to pump my cock slowly under my shorts, and my breath is short from the amazing feeling of her soft hand on my hard cock. I continue fondling her breasts, and I am loving the feel of their firmness under her shirt, when her hand pulls out of my shorts. Disappointed, to say the least, until I felt her hand groping around trying to locate the zipper to my shorts.
Holy shit, she was being bold, and I was too far horny to even think about anything but releasing my load. She starts to unzip the fly, and the telltale zipper sound almost gave her away, as she pulled it down about an inch and then stopped, and then tried to move it, tooth by tooth, which was taking forever, so I grabbed my drink, and slurped as I sipped, and also gave her nipple a bit of a twist to urge her on. Paula figured out what I was doing, making a covering noise, and she slid the zipper all the way down while I slurped.
“Quiet!” Jeri admonished.
“Sorry, dear” I said, as my now hard cock freed itself through the zipper opening. I am sitting on the sofa, cock out, stepdaughter fondling it, while my wife is in her chair not 10 feet away. I am so hard and nervous, and horny. Pretty sure a stiff wind would send me over the edge at this point. What I got was much better.