There are 2 other stories before this one about Becky, and my obsession with female panties.
I had fucked 18-year-old Becky one Saturday Morning. I had exhausted her and made her have orgasms she never thought possible. I knew she would be back for more.
I am a dirty old man who should know better, but I still need to feel my rod in wet warm holes.
I was in the pub about 2 weeks after fucking Becky. I was sitting in a corner having a bottle of brown ale and reading a paper; I was looking at the horse racing and deciding which horses to put a bet on, there was one called Old Man's Dream, a filly that sounded interesting. All of a sudden, I was aware of somebody standing in front of me and a female voice said, "Are you Eric Red?"
"Yes," I replied "why?"
I looked up, standing in front of me was a vision of sexiness, a mature female about 40 years old, with cleavage showing a pair of delightful breasts; her smile was infectious and inviting, she was wearing a red low-cut jumper a black short skirt an inch above her knee, stockings and black high heels. I wondered what her panties were like. Her eyes were brown and her hair dark to her shoulders.
"You know my daughter Becky, don't you Eric?" she smiled.
Oh, fuck I thought Becky has told her mum about our Saturday morning.
"You were supposed to go into town together weren't you, but she came to your house, instead didn't she Eric?"
"Yyess", I stuttered, thinking oh I'm in trouble, for fucking a young girl, the color draining from my face.
She moved and sat by the side of me, her skirt raising showing shapely legs, she looked straight into my eyes, and said