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DJ's Dad

... about how sweet they might taste. He couldn't help thinking how fast she was growing into a woman. She dressed like a typical teenager, but because she was more developed, it came off as sexy and flirtatious. He secretly envied his son for having such a hot girlfriend. It was only a few weeks ago, DJ’s mom found a package of condoms in their son’s room. Joan insisted on having ‘the talk’ with DJ, whereas Dan’s approach was, at least he was being safe. His own sex life with Joan was drying up quicker than a California river. He was lucky if he got a lackluster blow job once a month; actual sex was an even rarer occasion. The thought that his son was getting more action than him was heartbreaking, especially since Dan didn’t consider himself old and over the hill just yet. At forty-four years of age, he felt healthy and strong; his sex drive and stamina for sex was higher than it was when he was in his twenties and thirties. Trying his best to empty his brain of all the lascivious thoughts about Natalie, Dan went into the kitchen to get another cold beer. He had just popped the tab and took a long swig when he caught a glance out the back window overlooking the pool. Natalie was laying on the floating inflatable raft, drifting lazily in the middle of the pool, occasionally swishing her hand back and forth in the water. He immediately noticed the tiny two piece pink and white polka dot bikini she was wearing, confirming his imagination was accurate. For a girl of seventeen, ...

... Natalie had the body some grown women spent top dollar to regain: small, perky breasts, a slim waist, and curves in all the right places. Her brown sun-kissed skin shone in the sunlight like a chocolate candy bar, sweet and tempting. Dan knew he shouldn’t ogle Natalie, but he couldn’t help himself. He also knew the minute she left and he was home alone again, he would jerk off thinking of her nubile Nubian body. It wasn’t the first time he had done so, either. Over the past couple months, he'd increased the amount of time in the shower, using the only time he had alone to stroke his cock as he thought of Natalie. It was a sad situation to be in, but the only relief he would receive because Joan always pushed him away at night when he got frisky. Dan was just about to turn away when Natalie looked up, directly at him in the window. She smiled and waved at him from the pool. He blushed like a teenager himself, feeling like he got caught with his hand in the cookie jar. She had seen him staring at her. Well, this is awkward , he thought. He could pretend he didn’t see her or he could acknowledge her. He chose that latter, to wave back. Natalie gestured for him to come out and join her. Scolding himself to play it cool, Dan carried a can of coke out to the pool, trying to seem casual and nonchalant. “I thought you might want a cold drink,” he said. “Yes, that sounds awesome. Thanks, Mr. Kinkade,” Natalie said as she swam over to the edge of the pool. “You can call me Dan, you know,” ...