The storm raged outside. I sit in my bed next to my wife, Amanda, as the flash of lightning highlights the details of our room. We both know that means that our daughter, Jenna, would soon be begging to get into our bed. Even at 18, she is still afraid of thunder storms. I rolled over and looked at my wife. At 38, she still has a nice figure. Her slender thighs curve up nicely to form her tight ass and her toned stomach is an open invitation to explore the gentle curve of her firm C cup breasts. Her nipples are just as perky now as they were when I used to cop feels when we were in high school.
I reach over and place my hand on her breast. She giggles and rolls onto her back. I can feel her extremely sensitive nipple stiffen in my palm. Her hand finds my thickening cock and she squeezes slightly. I close my fingers over her nipple and pinch. Amanda gasps as I do this, her back arching to press her breast against my palm. I lean in to kiss her neck.
Lightning flashes again, and is almost immediately followed by the boom of thunder. With a dying beep, the house goes dark and silent. It always amazes me how dark it gets when the power is out. All the lights we don't notice during our normal life are now extinguished. The clocks, the LED's from the TV, from the DVD player, all dark now. I fondle Amanda's breast, hoping the last peal of thunder didn't wake Jenna. I don't want to lose the moment Amanda and I are building. I sigh heavily when I see the faint glow of light from Jenna's flashlight seeping under the door as she walks slowly down the hallway from her room to ours. A faint knock at the door is followed by a quiet "mom, Daddy?"
"We should pretend we are asleep and don't hear her," I whisper in Amanda's ear. She giggles and sighs.
"Go open the door, you know she hates storms, we can finish this later."
I get out of bed, trying to adjust my still hard cock as I move to the door. I open the door, standing behind it a little. Amanda has always enjoyed wearing a t-shirt to bed, and Jenna adopted that habit when she was a little girl and has never seen a need to change. She rushes into the room and I can see that this night is no different as she runs and jumps into the bed. Amanda moves to the middle of the bed and lets Jenna have the edge. I find my way back to the bed and lay down next to Amanda. I have to admit, I am a little disappointed that my night's plans have now been ruined. I mean, the girl is 18. At some point she is going to have to learn how to handle storms. I pull the covers up and settle down to sleep.
