There’s Something About My Son’s Girlfriends – 2

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As my wife returned inside to ask her son and his girlfriend if they wanted to join us for a casual dinner at a nearby restaurant, I couldn’t clear my mind of the delicious mental image of the young teenage girl. The way she wiggled her bottom seductively as she walked away from me, and then turned to glance back and caught me adjusting my cock as it stiffened under my shorts, drove me insane. I got up, stretched myself and picked up my tools, intent on heading inside for a hot shower. I looked down to see the by now fairly obvious result of my brief fantasy. My cock lay hard against my stomach, its head throbbing under the waistband of my underwear. Blushing, I held the fork and trowel in front of me then quickly headed for the shed to put them away. The door swung shut behind me, and I leaned against it, my hands quickly undoing the top button and then sliding them and my underwear down my thighs, releasing my cock, which felt harder than it had for a long while. “Oh God,” I mumbled as my right hand curled around my shaft and slowly started stroking, squeezing gently. My other hand reached up to pinch my hard nipples, my eyes closed and the image of Jennifer with her legs spread as she got out of her car, her eyes locked on mine, filled my mind. My hand moved faster, up and down my shaft as I felt myself Arnavutköy escort bayan nearing a hurried climax… “Jerry! Darling, where are you?” The sound of my wife’s voice came too late, my cock exploded in my hand and my body jerked as my cum squeezed out and dribbled down over my fingers. “Oh, fuucccckkkkk… mmmm,” I moaned quietly as my cum dripped onto the floor of the shed, my cock throbbing after my delightful release. “Just putting the tools away, sweetie,” I replied, a smile crossing my face as I looked down at my own “tool” shrinking in my hand. “I’ll be out in a minute, just cleaning up in here.” My smile widened, as I reached out for a rag and wiped myself before pulling my shorts and underwear back up. “The kids are on for dinner, darling, so get in that shower and get ready,” she responded. With my equipment now returned to its flaccid state, I turned and opened the door and strode inside, my smile still on my face. “Just give me five minutes, and we’ll head out.” The shower felt good as I washed away the dirt and perspiration of the day’s labours. As I stepped out of the steaming shower, I glanced at myself in the mirror as I toweled myself off. Despite my age, I had taken care of my body and continued to do so… 6’1, 165, a flat tummy and Escort Avcılar a “great butt” as my wife kept reminding me. I flexed as I wondered what Jennifer would think. Was she just a big flirt, or… “Let’s go Jerry, we’re all waiting.” My wife’s voice cut through my thoughts, and I moved into the bedroom to throw on a pair of jeans and a casual pale blue shirt, deliberately leaving out any underwear, which always made me feel a lot sexier when I went out like that in public. “Right, let’s get going then,” I glanced across at Jennifer and caught her eye. She smiled, and then turned to follow our son out to the car. I opened the front door for my wife and the back door for Jennifer, who waited for my wife to get in before she slowly stepped into the back seat. She looked up at me, smiling as she spread her legs a little and shimmied her delicious bottom over the leather seat, then slowly pulled her other leg into the car. “You sexy little tease,” I thought to myself as I caught another glimpse of those white panties. Yes, she knew that I would look, she wanted me to look, so I looked…. then closed the door, hopefully before my wife or son caught on. “You’re very lucky to have such a perfect gentleman for a husband, Mrs. T,” Jennifer commented as we began our short Bağcılar escort drive to the restaurant. I glanced up in the mirror and saw that she had moved so that she could see my eyes in the reflection. She winked. I blushed. Thankfully, my son was busy with his cell phone and oblivious to the sexual communication between his girlfriend and his father. “That’s the English side of him, Jen,” my wife responded. “Perfect gentleman, great sense of humour, and, of course, that accent, which you seem to like so much.” “Oh gosh yes, I bet every girl he talks to loves it.” She moved her head slightly and let her tongue drift over her lips, wetting them as I watched. That familiar delightful tingle returned. “Well, Jerry, do all the girls you talk to love your accent as much as I do?” She pursed her lips and blew me a quick kiss. I looked across at my wife, but she was looking out of the window at the Christmas lights still decorating the strip mall. “Yes, but none of them are as pretty as you, Jennifer,” I replied as I winked back at the precocious young girl. Thankfully, we had just pulled in to the restaurant parking lot, so I turned into an empty space and shut the car off. “Kenny, perhaps you could get the doors for your Mother and Jennifer while I go and find a table for us,” Jennifer pouted. My wife smiled, oblivious to the young girl flirting with her husband. I found a table in a quiet corner of the room and then held the chair next to me for my wife. Jennifer quickly laid claim to the seat across from me and sat down. As I took my seat, I looked up and saw Jennifer’s erect nipples poking through her top.

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