BECKY RIDER - Sex Stories

BECKY RIDER

... though." She reached over and stroked my leg, where her little girl had drenched it. "These are still wet. I'd be happy to wash them for you if you like." She sighed. "It's a pretty common issue in this household. That little minx gets off on EVERYTHING. If you look in the living room, you'll notice the arms on the sofa have waterproof terrycloth covers on them." "Jeez, really? She does that a lot?" "Constantly," she said. Then she sighed. "But she comes by it honestly. Rarely a day goes by where I don't get off several times myself." I looked at her with surprise. Her cheeks were burning, but again, I don't think it was shame or embarrassment. At least not completely. I didn't know what to say. After a moment's consideration, I realized that back when I was her age, I'd been just as horny, though back then, women barely admitted they had a libido. Still, I could show some solidarity. "I hear ya," I said. "Guys can't do it so often though. Once or twice a day is my usual fare." It was true too. If I wasn't getting laid, I was whacking off at least once a day. Sometimes, both! Carol smiled and pulled a second chair up by the computer. We were close enough to be uncomfortable, but I was starting to think that we were going to end up in bed together tonight, the way she was acting. She left me in the control chair, and leaned over, putting her hand on my wet pants leg. She looked surprised, lifting it to her nose, then inhaled deeply, smiling. "Doesn't she smell yummy?" she ...

... asked? Fuck. My half-sl**ping cock lurched to full wakefulness. This young woman was complimenting the scent of her eight year old daughter's pussy! I wasn't going to disagree though. I nodded. "Very," I said with real feeling - which made her giggle, a sound not very different from her daughter's giggle. She put her hand right back on my wet pants leg and leaned forward to point to the screen. "There's the folder." It couldn't be an accident that the way she leaned let me look straight down her top as it fell open. As I'd expected, her breasts were lovely indeed. Maybe an A or B cup - I don't know much about bra sizes, but I knew they were small - and so smooth and delicate, with long, crinkled nipples standing out as if they wanted some attention. Maybe they did. I knew I'd love to give them some attention, that was for sure! I clicked on the folder, and as I'd surmised, many of the files were video rather than pictures. Video takes up a lot more hard drive space. And of course, one the folder opened, all the pictures generated thumbnail views after a few seconds, so it was obvious that a great many of them were nudes, or partial nudes, and included her, her daughter, or both. Fucking JACKPOT! "Go ahead Dane," Carol said, her voice soft and husky, yet also somehow little-girlish. I clicked one open at random, and my eyes were greeted with a picture of her and Becky together in the bath tub together. They were naked, and my eyes boggled at how similar they looked, other than ...