My wife and i were sitting in the living room one night reading. When my wife started talking about an artical she had read about youth and sex. She went on to confide in me that she had upon several occasions had caught Marsha our 9 year old daughter masturbating. I told my wife in a causal but in a matter of fact way that had we not all done it in our youth? My wife agreed but still she was a little concerned at the amount of times she had caught her. I found my self intrigued at the thought of my little girl going at herself getting her self off. I told my wife not to worry about it, it will pass.
It was around 10pm when Marsha came down stairs to say goodnight to us. Kissing my wife and then over to me, kissing me gently on the cheek. I found myself savoring the soft sweet kiss upon my stubbled wiskers. Her long curly brown hair fell accross my face. Saying goodnight she turned and headed back up stairs. I found myself admiring her small petite body. She wore a short night shirt that accented her lovely coltish legs. Watching her go up the stairs i couldn't help but eye her small round buns as they shifted up and down with each step she made. My God what was I thinking!!
My wife decided to go on to bed shortly there after. I said i'd be right up as soon as i was through reading. Sitting there my thoughts went back to what my wife had told me about Marsha. I touched the side of my cheek were Marsha had kissed me and found myself thinking about her. I wonder if she was masturbating now. What was she thinking about when she does it. Just imagining her doing it caused my cock to swell up. I gave it a gentle squeeze before getting up and turning out the lights to go on up to bed.
I walked slowing up the stairs in the darkened house. When i reached the top of the landing i found myself frozen. Frozen in a stance in which direction i should go. To bed or maybe a quick sneak down the hall way towards Marsha's room. I decided on the latter and slowly crept down the hall way towards her room. I paused in front of Marsha's door and listened. Listening for anything out of the ordinary. It wasn't long before i could hear the soft moans of Marsha. My cock grew rapidly at the sounds of her going at herself.
This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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