"Do you have good sex with my mother?"

"We sure do," he chuckled.

"You don't mind me asking you about it, do you?"

He stared openly at her full tits, his eyes fixed to the swell of her boobs only thinly covered by her skimpy bikini.

"No, of course not," he said.

"The boys I know are all too inexperienced," Angie pouted. "I really like older men."

"Oh?"

"Yes. Men like you."

"Well, that's nice to hear," Joe chuckled. Angie smiled. "Sometimes I'm a little jealous of my mother!"

"Jealous of your mother?"

She squirmed on the sofa, doing her best to turn him on. She tossed her thick, dark hair around, licking her lips seductively and lowering her lashes.

Her thighs rubbed against his. They continued talking and at one point she dropped her hand against his thigh and lightly trailed her fingers up and down his hard muscles.

"You shouldn't be jealous of your mother," he said. "You'll be just as sexy when you grow up."

She folded up her leg to expose her crotch further, and then unfolded it and crossed her ankles.

"I'm nineteen, Joe," she said. "I'm grown up now!"

Joe drained a can of beer and started another, his eyes staring at her body as she squirmed and purred beside him.

"Yes, that's a fact," he mused. "You certainly are grown up."

Angie had a sudden fantasy of having her pussy sucked. The memory of Joe and Grace doing sixty-nine made her cunt quiver.

"You've got plenty of time to think about sex," he said.

Angie looked at Joe's mouth. She imagined his tongue pushing in and out of her pussy. Her cunt moistened and gushed cuntjuice at the thought.

Crossing her legs, she squeezed her thighs together as her heart pounded and her clit quivered with excitement.

"Do you think oral sex is good, Daddy Joe?"

"Jesus!" he grunted. "You really do ask questions, don't you?"