Throw the question back at her.

Rather than answer her question the way he wanted to, Tom came closer and gave her a long, slow kiss on her mouth. After maybe a half second of hesitation, she leaned into it, wrapping her younger body around his and clinging to him, like they were still somehow too far apart for her tastes. When they broke apart, he looked at Sarah and replied, “I don’t know, what do you want to do?”

“Well...” she said, biting her lower lip as she spoke, “...I was going to suggest going on a walk or something, see what kind of stares you get for walking around with me like this.” Then, Tom felt her hand trail down his chest, into his pants, and then wrap around his already stiffening cock. “But since you went and kissed me, I think there’s something else I want to do first. Let’s go to the bedroom.” It wasn’t as if Tom was going to argue against that idea, so soon they were half-sprinting into that room, ripping off their clothes as they went.

It started as a passionate make-out session, a repeat performance of what they’d done standing up, this time laying on the bed and sans any clothes. Their hands were roving over each other’s body as they kissed each other with more passion than either could ever remember at any other point in their relationship. When Sarah took her face away from his so she could start trailing kisses down his body, traveling down to his groin, Tom laughed and said, “You know, if we had gone on that walk, I’m pretty sure people would have thought I was your father.” Considering she now very much looked her new age of 18, and he still looked like the man nearing middle age he was, it wasn’t a bad guess as to what would happen.

But the comment made Sarah stop, just as she’d gotten face-first with his cock, which had never looked bigger in all the time she’d seen it. Planting a kiss on it, she then pulled away and asked, “Oh really?” Then she backed up a little more, making Tom’s cock pulse with anticipation. She was teasing him! “What, do you think you’re my Daddy now?” Hearing her say that, for some reason, made Tom even more excited, and she could watch that happen as his cock thrummed again. “Ooooooh,” she purred, leaning a little closer and taking a deep breath through her nose, taking in his manly scent. “It looks like you were more into this age-play than I had expected.” Then, torturously slowly, she leaned forward and started to take his cock into her mouth.

At that moment, Tom could not think of a better blowjob he had ever received. “Well,” he said, his voice colored by his lust as she started to work his cock with her mouth in earnest. “If you remember, you’re the one who suggested becoming jailbait, not me, little girl.” She started sucking harder, picking up her pace, and it made Tom laugh. “Looks like I’m not the only one who is enjoying our little roleplay. Now keep going, little girl, Daddy is going to fill your mouth up with his cum.” She moaned around his cock hearing those words, and in no time at all Tom was at his limit. Load after load of cum fired into Sarah’s waiting mouth, and she swallowed it almost greedily, and with far more enjoyment than she’d ever felt before in her life. Normally, cum was disgusting, something that smelled and tasted far too strong for her. Now, it was like an ambrosia, perfectly musty and salty in her mouth. She drained that cock of everything it had to give...and found herself immediately wanting more.