Stacy's Daughter - Becky's Last Night - Sex Stories

Stacy's Daughter - Becky's Last Night

On my last night of vacation, I sat on the couch in the late evening. The TV played more of the series I had been binge-watching all week. It was probably a pointless attempt to appreciate my last night of freedom from my god-awful job, but it was worth a shot. Everyone else had already gone to bed, and I was all alone. At least, I thought I was.

"Babe?" My girlfriend Stacy said quietly.

She sat down next to me on the couch, but I wasn't paying much attention. It's hard for me to switch focus sometimes, and Stacy knows that.

"Hmm?" I asked as I kept my eyes on the show.

She reached over and used my chin to turn my head. She appeared concerned about something, but I had no idea what it could be.

"Yeah? What's up?" I questioned again.

She took a deep breath and said clearly, "I think you should spend the night with Becky."

Surprised and bewildered, I asked the obvious question, "Huh?"

She replied, "She'll miss you even if she'll never admit it. You should spend time with her now since I'm spending all day with her tomorrow."

She would have sounded reasonable. Except, she had essentially told me to go fuck her daughter again. One night last month had caused all kinds of problems around here. Jealousy had got the better of her after the fact, but she had joined in when she caught Becky and me fucking. I guess she felt like she'd essentially taken advantage of her daughter. She hadn't, but that's beside the point. It was a mess.

On the other hand, ...

... Becky thought it was great and loved every minute. On multiple occasions, she had said so and that she wanted to do it again. It made little difference.

Becky is extraordinary in so many ways. I miss spending time with her already. I would love one more night before she leaves. Whether we fucked or not, I didn't care. I wouldn't say no, but it didn't matter either way.

"Think that's a good idea? I mean, last time..." I didn't finish because we both knew.

"I know, but it's her last night at home," she sighed before she leaned in and kissed me. "I promise. I'll be alright this time."

After I verified a couple of times, I had heard her correctly and checked again to be sure. I walked to Becky's room and knocked softly.

"Go away, Mom," Becky said through the closed door.

"It's me," I declared.

The door was yanked open within seconds, and she threw her arms around me. She smashed perky tits into my chest with a tight hug. A smile spread across my lips just like every time I see her.

I rubbed her back, "Does that mean you're happy to see me?"

"No," she pulled me quickly into her room and closed the door behind us. She asked, "Mom, send you to check on me?"

I generally tell the truth no matter what. However, I figured a little white lie might be better here. I didn't want to upset Becky with those two on the outs lately. The news her mom sent me to spend time with her might do that.

While I tried to think of what to say, I took a moment to appreciate ...