"What do you think, dumbass?"

Daisy reached over and shooed him away, replacing his hands with her own. She held him gently, her fingers fixed around his warm, pulsing girth as she marveled at his dimensions. This is her fourth time seeing him in person, and she still could not believe his size. She smiled to herself. “Do I like it?” She chewed her bottom lip. “What do you think, dumbass?”

She took to stroking him with both hands, her movements generous and laborious. Each stroke showed her attraction and affection for him as Dylan sat rigid in her hands while watching her. He enjoyed the look of concentration on Daisy’s face, and he could not help but compare it to the interest and awe that Summer had once showed him. The difference was that Dylan was even bigger now, and Daisy was not a teen. She was mature woman, married, and unlike Summer, Daisy would not be so flighty or fickle. She had already lived a full life. Dylan was a choice she was making fully informed.

Looking back on it, Dylan realized that both he and Summer were foolish kids. They were teenagers, virgins at the time, fumbling for adulthood. Dylan himself still had a long way to grow into becoming the man who could fuck Daisy, and Summer felt like she was running behind. Daisy had a daughter in high school, and Summer felt like she had to catch up, so she choose a big, dumb idiot who already had a kid.

Daisy was experienced. After three kids, she needed someone who could take care of her physically, not financially, and Dylan figured he could be that someone. She stroked him, holding him tight, remembering the way he filled her, and Dylan could see her devotion and her want. She would not make Summer’s mistake, and she cussed under her breath as she pleased him. “Fuck, you’ve got such a big, hard dick, Dylan.” She gave him a smile. “William is nothing compared to you.”

Dylan laughed. After losing Summer to Caleb, he loved to hear Summer’s mother compare him to other men. “How big is nothing, exactly?”

Daisy shrugged in response and measured him with her hands. She held him by the root with her right hand and stroked him slow, segmented movements with her left. Then, she stopped and held her hand at just about half his length. “Here,” she said with an air of uncertainty as she stared down his length. “Mm. I don’t know. It’s hard to tell because you’re a hell of a lot thicker.” Still holding him by the base, she kept him steady as she stroked him more vigorously with her left hand, using his precum to wet him. Dylan throbbed in response.

“Seriously, that’s all he’s got? That’s barely half my dick.” He grinned and winked at her. “No wonder I have you so dick-drunk all the time.”

Tightening her grip on him, Daisy smiled and laughed in response. “No wonder,” she said. “Still, William has his good traits. He was there for me when no one else was. Married and took care of me when I was nothing but a lonely, tired single mother. Tiny dick or not,” she said, staring down his length. “That takes a lot of balls.”

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