"Why not. Sex is natural and normal. Why can't I ask you about what's natural and normal?"
"Yeah," he said hoarsely.
Angie giggled. "I knew it! Don't be embarrassed, Daddy Joe!"
Joe looked away. He seemed annoyed as he guzzled his beer.
Angie suddenly got up and left the sofa and turned the stereo on.
"Let's dance, Joe."
"Dance?"
"This is a slow number. It's just great for dancing!"
Joe shrugged. He put his beer down and joined her. In a moment she was in his arms. She melted against him.
"Oh, Jesus!" he groaned.
They pressed against each other, and soon Joe's hand was slipping down her back to squeeze her asscheeks.
"Oh, Christ, this is terrible!" he hissed. "This is just terrible!"
His hands gripped her asscheeks. She could feel the bulge in his crotch pushing against her belly. When she lifted her face to meet his eyes, they stared at each other a moment.
"Kiss me, Joe!" she purred. "Oh God, Angie!"
"Kiss me! You know you want to! Oh, kiss me, Joe! I want it so badly!"
He bent down and their lips fused in a hot, open mouthed kiss.
Angie pumped her pussy against his hardening cock. Her knees trembled as they slowly moved to the beat of the music.
"You're a good dancer," she crooned. "Jesus, I don't know!" he grunted. "You don't know?"
"I don't know if we should be doing this."
"We're only dancing, Joe. What's wrong with dancing?"
"You know what I mean."
"Kiss me again, Joe."
"Christ, Angie, this is getting out of hand!"
"So what? Kiss me, Joe. What harm is a little kiss?"
He pressed his lips against hers. Angie pushed her tongue into his mouth. She sucked and bit his lips and rubbed her belly against his, thrilling to the feel of the hard bulge of his cock.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, sucking his tongue, mewling with pleasure and grinding her pussy against his crotch.
He pulled away. "You're a hot number!" he groaned.
"I am?"
"Yeah, I should have guessed it. You're a hot little pussy!"
She pulled his lips back to her mouth. Joe clutched her firm, full, luscious asscheeks.
"We shouldn't be doing this!" he said, breaking the kiss.
Angie giggled. "Why not, Daddy Joe? It feels good. Nobody's here except us."
"I don't think your mother would approve," he grunted.
"My mother's pretty modern. I don't think she'd be too shocked. By the time she was my age she'd already had me."
"But you're my stepdaughter."
"So what. We'll keep it in the family." Joe didn't need much convincing. His hands moved to Angie's big tits.
"Oh yes, that's right – play with my tits, Joe!"
He lifted and massaged her tits, pinching her nipples through the material of her bikini.
Angie purred with pleasure, and rubbed herself against him.
"I'm creaming my panties!" she cooed. "Oh, Joe, you're making me so hot!"
He kneaded her swollen tits, rolled her thick nipples and finally pulled the bikini top away to reveal her bouncing tit-flesh.
"Christ, look at those tits!"
"Do you like them?"
"They're gorgeous!"
"Are they as pretty as my mother's?"
"Don't talk about your mother anymore!" Angie groaned as he lowered his head to suck one of her stiff nipples into his mouth. "Oh, yes!" she hissed. "Suck my titties! I love that!"
She held the tit for him, feeding him her titflesh. He squeezed and pulled at her long pink nipple with his lips. He opened his jaws wide and sucked in a great mouthful of her tit-flesh.
He chewed and licked with a hungry slurping motion that soon drove her wild.
"Oh, God, yes!" she moaned. "Suck my tit, Daddy Joe! Suck my tit! I could come right now!"
He licked and lapped at her throbbing pink nipple, and then he suddenly released it.
"Give me the other one," he grunted. "I want to suck the other one, too! Delicious titties!"
He moved to the other one and once again he sucked in a mouthful of tit-flesh.
"My pussy's so hot!" she gurgled. "My pussy's throbbing, Joe! Oh, Jesus, you suck so good!"
Once again he chewed and licked and sucked until she moaned with pleasure. When he at last released her tits, her nipples stood straight out, tingling and swollen and wet with his saliva.
"Oh, God, you really turn me on, Daddy Joe!" Angie groaned.
"Yeah, you turn me on, too!" he growled. "You've got me so hot I don't know what I'm doing!"
She quivered as he moved his hand to her crotch.
"Oh yes, touch my pussy!" she whimpered.
"Touch me there!"
She moaned as his finger probed her wet cunt-flesh through the thin, wet material of her bikini. She could feel the cuntjuice oozing out of her cunthole.
"Oh, I'm so wet," she moaned, "so wet!"
He rubbed her clit with an expert touch, massaging and teasing it until he had her writhing and squirming and begging for more.
"Oh, I love that!" she moaned. "I love to have my clit rubbed like that! Rub it, Daddy Joe! Rub it!"
He rolled and pinched her rigid clit, stroking the swollen bud of sensitive flesh as she shoved her pussy against his hand.
"Like this?" he teased.
"Yes! Yes! Like that!" she hissed. "Rub it like that! Make me come, Daddy Joe! Make me come!"
"What's the rush?" be hissed. "You're not going anywhere! Enjoy it, honey! Enjoy it all!"
Continuing to massage her cunt with one hand, he moved the other hand around to squeeze and fondle her asscheeks.
"What an ass!" he grunted. "An ass made for fucking!"
He probed his fingers in the deep crack between her plump white asscheeks and tickled her puckered asshole. When Angie felt his fingertip pressing at her shitter, she gurgled with pleasure and shuddered in his arms.
"Oh, yes! Yes! Touch me there!" she cried. "Touch my asshole! I love that! Oh, Jesus, get this damn thing off!" she wailed, pulling the string that held her bikini on.
"Oh, fuck!" he grunted.
In a moment Joe had his hands on her bare ass and bare cunt. Angie wriggled between his exploring hands, thrilling td the touch of his finger probing her asshole on one side and his finger probing her cunthole on the other side.
Joe clutched her firm asscheeks and pinched her ass-flesh. He jabbed at her asshole and grunted with approval when Angie at last moved her hands to his crotch and grabbed his hard, throbbing cock.
"Oh yeah, that's right, honey! Work on my prick!"
"Oh yes, Daddy Joe!" she exclaimed. "I want your cock in my hands!"
"You're a hot little piece!" he grunted. "I knew it the first minute I saw you!"
"You did?" she giggled.
"Your mother'll kill me for this, but who the hell cares!"
Angie giggled. "We don't have to tell her."
"She'll find out. Women always do. I don't know why or how but they always do. You can't keep anything from a woman."
Angie giggled again. She ran her fingers up and clown his throbbing cockshaft. She pinched his swollen cockhead.
"Now we'll see if you're a real woman," he grunted.
"What do you mean, Daddy Joe?"
"We'll see how you do on my prick. A real woman knows just how to play with a cock. She knows what makes a man feel good without making him shoot off right away. It's something you'll learn with time."
"I'll do whatever you want," Angie smiled. "Whatever makes you feel good. Just tell me whatever you want."
"So far you're doing okay. Don't stop."
She worked at his belt buckle and within moments she had his jeans and shorts down to his knees.
Holding his balls in one hand and his cock in the other, she pumped his rigid cockshaft as he continued stroking her cunt. Hot waves of pleasure washed up from her crotch as he strummed her clit.
"Oh, yes! Do that!" she moaned.