“Mr. Wilson, can you come over ‘n help me? Mama wants me to mow the grass and I can’t get this dadgum lawnmower started! I been a’ tuggin’ on it and tuggin’ on it but it just won’t start!” Becky Ann said one hot summer day. “I’ve done wore my arm out, I ain’t got no more tug left in me!”

“Sure Becky, I’ll be right over,” he said. Charlie Wilson got up from his easy chair and walked next door to where Becky Ann was waiting by the old lawnmower. “Let’s see what you have here. Hmmm ... have you been messing with these controls?” he asked.

“No sir! I don’t know what any of them do. I just left ‘em alone!” she said.

“Okay, I see the problem, you’ve flooded the engine. Do you have a spark plug wrench here?” he asked.

“We got a toolkit. I’ll go get it,” she said, and she left to go bring the toolkit to him. “I don’t know what a spark plug wrench is, but if we have one, it’ll be in here.”

He opened the toolkit and fished through the contents. “I need this ... and this.” He put the tool together and took out the spark plug. “Okay Becky, let the lawnmower sit for awhile and let all the gas in the cylinder evaporate. Then we’ll put the plug back in and try to start it again.”

“Okay. Gee it sure is hot out here ... wanna come in and I’ll get us a glass of sweet tea while we wait?” she asked.

“That would be nice. Thank you Becky,” he said. Becky watched as Charlie struggled a bit to get up. He walked with a cane and had a little trouble getting started, but once on his feet, he got around all right. They went inside and Becky told him to sit on the couch while she got the tea. Sitting down next to him she offered him a glass.

“So why aren’t you out with your friends? In this heat, I figured you’d be down at the lake with the rest of the kids,” he asked.

Becky looked down sadly, “I ... don’t have any friends,” she said quietly.

“A pretty thing like you, I figured you’d be up to your neck in boys!” he said, smiling.

“No, none of the boys ‘round here will talk to me,” she said.

“Well, how about the girls? Surely you have girlfriends to hang around with?”

“No. The girls here hate me. They think I’m gonna take their boyfriends away from ‘em. And the boys here are all scared to talk to me. I don’t have anyone,” she said, still looking into her lap.

“Well Becky, you are in a special situation. You are so pretty that the girls are worried you will take their boyfriends away so they don’t want to associate with you. And the boys think that someone as pretty and sexy as you are has to have a boyfriend already, so they don’t try. A lot of very beautiful movie stars and models have had the same problem. I guess there is such a thing as being too pretty!”

“Well, it isn’t fair!” she said, pouting a bit.

Charlie chuckled, “No, I suppose it isn’t.”

Becky sat there for a minute, thinking about what he had said. She didn’t raise her head, but she looked at him as she spoke. “Mr. Wilson, do you really think I’m pretty ... and sexy?”

Charlie choked a bit on his iced tea. “Well ... I ... um ... yes, I think you are very pretty,” he stammered. This conversation had taken a sudden unexpected and dangerous turn!

This was all Becky Ann needed. She jumped into his lap nearly spilling his tea. She wrapped her arms around his neck and before he could utter a word, she had her mouth firmly planted on his and was kissing him like she hadn’t seen him in years. She pressed her body against his and wriggled on his lap as she sucked his soul from him.

“Becky Ann! What are you doing?” he said, when he was able to peel her away from him for a moment.

“Charlie, everyone hereabouts knows how your wife treats you. They see it same as me. It ain’t my place to say, but she henpecks you and talks bad about you in front of you and behind your back too. It’s downright shameful. Just cause you got a banged up leg don’t make it right.”

“Yeah, I got in a car accident when I lived in New York and it messed up my leg. It never was right after that. The doctors at the time thought I would lose it, but I fought them on that. I may not be able to use it like normal but it’s still attached!” he said. “We had to move down here after the accident because I can’t handle the cold anymore. All the screws and pins holding my leg together get too cold and it hurts when it’s cold out.”

“It’s still no call to be putting you down all the time. Can’t you work?” Becky asked.

“Well, I would have to find a desk job doing something. And Lake Park doesn’t have a lot of desk jobs here. I’m just glad that Cindy found a job. It isn’t anything like what we had in New York, but the cost of living isn’t as high either so it works out.”

“Well Charlie, I’m glad you moved down here,” she said, kissing him again.

“Becky, honey ... we can’t ... what about your mother?” he said, nervously.

“Mama went up to Atlanta to visit Grammy and Aunt Clara. She won’t be back till this evening. I’m here all by myself,” she said.

“Why didn’t you go too?” he asked.

“I don’t like going there too much. Grammy’s house always smells like ‘monnia!” she said, wrinkling her nose.

Charlie was on his own for a few hours as well, his wife Cindy was at work and wouldn’t be home for several hours. And the young girl sitting on his lap did feel very good ... so soft and warm...

“Becky, we shouldn’t ... you’re too ... young,” he said. Charlie could feel his willpower waning.

“I’m near 18 years old! I’m practically a woman!” she said, looking at him. Becky Ann was at that age where her age was an issue for her!

“But I’m old enough ... to be your father!” he said.

“Oh Charlie! You are a very sexy man. And I like older men anyway,” she said.

“You do?”

“Yes, Charlie. You see, my dad left us when I was very little. I don’t even really remember him. ‘Cept what Mama has told me. So I kinda got a daddy thing ... older men really turn me on!” she said.

Becky Ann stood up after she spoke and began removing the short sleeve tie front crop top she was wearing. She had changed clothes once her mother had left because she wouldn’t have approved of her clothing choice.

However, Charlie fully approved as was evident by the growing bulge in his pants. She parted her top and slipped it off her shoulders. She pretended to hand her top to him, but just as he reached for it she “dropped it”.

She bit her fingertip as if wondering what to do then turned around and bent over to pick it up, showing Charlie her well-rounded and tight little ass, her tight blue jeans stretched nearly to the point of ripping in half. She picked up her top and handed it to him to hold as she started removing her jeans. She unfastened them and shimmied seductively out of them leaving her only in her panties.

“Do you like what you see, Daddy?” Becky purred as she took her place once more on his lap – this time a lot less clothed.

Charlie gulped, the words getting caught in his throat for a moment. But he didn’t need words. She pulled his head gently forward, closer to her young but firm tits, and he knew exactly what she wanted. He took one of the tender buds into his mouth, sucking and licking the pink button as Becky softly mewled in delight.

As Charlie licked and sucked on her tit, Becky began wriggling on his lap. The hard bulge now found there was rubbing against her panty-clad pussy and she was enjoying what she was doing to him – and conversely what he was doing to her!

Charlie could feel the heat rising from this young teenager’s pussy. He could feel the dampness and he smelled her musky aroma. It was intoxicating and her soft moans only added to the sensory experience.

“Oooh that feels good ... lick my titty just like that,” she cooed. She pushed her firm globes together so he could easily alternate between the two hard nipples, sucking one then the other as she moved her upper body from side to side.

Charlie’s hands, meanwhile, had moved around her slim waist and were now slipped under her panties in the back and mauling her tight creamy ass flesh. He sank his strong fingers into the tender meat and he squeezed large handfuls of butter-soft ass.

“Oh God Daddy, that feels wonderful!” Becky said, as she relished what Charlie was doing for her. Charlie and Cindy didn’t have any children of their own, Cindy wanting to concentrate on her career and her own life instead of being responsible for another. But Charlie was very much wanting to be a father. If this beautiful young woman wanted to call him Daddy, he was fine with that, he’d play along.

“Are you my little girl? Do you want to be my little girl Becky Ann?” he asked, his voice taking on a deep lusty tone.

“OHHH, Yes Daddy! Please, please let me be your little girl!” she said excitedly. She leaned down and kissed him passionately, parting her lips and pushing her tongue out a bit to tease his tongue to come out and play. When it did, she sucked it into her mouth and gave him a preview of what she wanted to do to him.

Charlie pulled the girl closer and wrapped her in his strong embrace. His kiss deepened and Becky melted into his arms, moaning as he enveloped her. Charlie felt her surrender herself and he twisted on the sofa, laying her lengthwise on it and climbing her on top of her as he did. As he pressed himself down on her, holding himself up with his elbows on the arm of the sofa, she felt his hardness pressing against her soaked pussy.

“Ohhh Daddy ... oh, I want your cock in my little pussy!” she moaned.

“In due time sweetheart, first Daddy wants to see your little pussy. Can Daddy see it?” he asked.

Becky smiled and pulled her panties down to her knees. Charlie helped her take them the rest of the way off and then Becky spread her legs wide for him, dropping one off the front of the sofa and hooking the other one over the back. Charlie got down between her legs for a better view. He inhaled deeply her musky scent, taking note that her soft blonde fur was already matted with dampness.

“Mmmm, you have a very pretty pussy Becky, dear. Now, let Daddy see the inside please. Pull your pussy lips apart and let Daddy see inside your pretty little pussy,” he said.

Becky giggled and did as he requested. With two fingers she parted her swollen lips and Charlie saw the wet pink interior. He licked his lips as he saw all the sweet honey she had made for him.

Becky saw the look in his face and it turned her on even more. “Daddy, please lick my pussy, please?”

He looked up from his vantage point and saw the need in her eyes. Becky had give into her lusts and now lay glassy-eyed and panting gently. He knew this look, although for him it had been some time since his wife had worn it. He also knew what that look meant.

Charlie lowered his face into the young woman’s crotch and took a long, slow lick the full length of her dripping slit using the flat of his tongue.

“Ohhh, GAAWD!” Becky squealed as she arched her back and grabbed at his head, forcing it deeper into her wet pussy. Charlie settled in between the girls legs and began to eat the sweet peach she offered up. His tongue slipped between her full tender lips and snaked its way deeper into the warm pink tunnel, lapping up her juices wherever he could find them.

Becky squirmed and wriggled and twisted, moaning like she was possessed, as his tongue sought out every drop of her nectar. Becky threw her head back and forth, her long curly hair whipping around like a blonde tornado.

“DAAAADEEE!” Becky screamed out as her pussy erupted, filling his mouth with sweet pussy juices. Charlie lapped them up as fast as he could but he couldn’t keep up with what she was generating and the overflow spilled out around his furious tongue, staining the couch cushion under her.

Becky writhed and twisted as her orgasm took hold of her, wringing her like an old dishrag. When it finally passed, Becky lay panting and trembling on the sofa, her pussy leaking the last of its juices onto the soaked cushion.

Charlie let her rest just long enough to catch her breath. He didn’t want her to cool off too much, as his cock was eager to get into the game as well. While she rested, he took off his pants and when she was able to, he helped her climb onto his lap again, this time though it wasn’t just to cuddle.

Becky took his cock in her hand and was about to slip it inside when Charlie stopped her. “Becky honey are you...”

“What Daddy?” she asked.