“The only breasts I ever see are my wife’s and well, they’re not as nice as yours.”
With that I stood up and moved towards him. I sat on the edge of his recliner and placed my hand on his stomach.
“Can I see it?”
“Phoebe you know, that’s not a good idea.”
“Please.”
“You’re married to my son. It’s not really sensible.”
“Please. Pretty please,” I whined in my best school girl voice.
“I don’t think you should.”
I slid my hand down onto his shorts and over his bulge. He literally jumped at the feel of my hand on his shorts. I sat there for a minute with my hand resting on his bulge and stared into his eyes. He stared back at me, blushing and looking confused.
“Please?” I whined.
“I just don’t think….”
He seemed to change his mind mid sentence. I felt his body loosen, so I placed my hands on the sides of his shorts and yanked them down. His cock sprang free as the shorts came down. I looked at it. Only the second cock I had ever seen. I looked up from his cock to his eyes and smiled. He smiled back.
I slipped my right hand around it and squeezed it. It felt red hot and it twitched as I held it.
“Feels nice,” I said.
“Mmmmm, it feels nice to me too.”
I began stroking his cock. He seemed resigned that whatever he said now was not going to stop this happening. I continued stroking, feeling him breathe harder and faster. He reached forward and touched my tits, moving from one to the other. Just touching, feeling.
“Well?” I asked.
“Beautiful,” he replied.
I was now jacking him off and I knew it was only a matter of time. Despite my lack of sexual experience generally, Brad and I had done most things. He said I was very good at hand jobs and blowjobs. I also enjoyed pleasuring him in such a way, watching his face expressions as he got closer to climax.
It was the same for his father. John’s face grimaced and pulled in different ways as I worked his cock. He rolled my nipple between his thumb and finger as I jerked him.
His cock twitched and then his cum shot out, exploding over my hand and onto my legs and his stomach. When no more was coming out I bent down and licked his cock and his balls clean, as I liked to do with my husband.
I lay alongside him and we just relaxed together, smiling and holding each other. My breasts were pressed against him.
“Don’t you need to… you know?” he asked, breaking the silence eventually.
“Huh?”
“You know. Do yourself?”
“Do myself? What’s that dad?” I teased him. I often called him dad, usually when Brad was around.
“Masturbate?” he replied.
“Do myself? That’s not a nice phrase,” I joked.
“Sorry.”
“It’s ok. I’m just teasing. No I’m ok. I often like to make Brad cum like that. It’s fun.”
“Whoa!! Too much information. I don’t really want to know what my son gets up to. That’s your business!” he laughed, his cock softening.
“Really? Brad’s quite perverted you know.”
“Phoebe! That’s my son. I don’t wanna know!” he smiled.
“We do role playing. He likes me to dress up as a school girl and he is the teacher. Then he punishes me, if you see what I mean.”
“Phoebe, stop,” he was laughing even more now.
“He likes my small tits and small body. Nice and petite. Just like a school girl, that’s what he likes.”
“Stop.”
“He likes that idea. Took me a time to get used to it.”
My father in law pulled up his shorts, then put his arm around me.
“I can certainly see why he likes you,” he said.
“Uh?”
“You have lovely breasts. Very cute.”
“Thanks. I suppose you’re used to bigger ones. With Olivia?”
“Oh… yeah… but yours are fantastic. So firm and pert.”
“Thanks dad.”
We lay together quietly for a while, then John stood up and put his shirt on so I put my top back on. We found the energy to go back to the shed and do some more work, which we did mostly in silence.
“I reckon this will be finished in a few days. Just got to paint the outside,” said John.
“You’ll still come round to see me though?” I asked.
He looked at me for a moment, then nodded.
“If you want me to.”
We packed up for the day.
“See you for lunch on Sunday,” he said as I saw him out the front door.
On Friday I began to paint the outside of the shed. I stopped once to masturbate, thinking about my father in law. I kept hoping he would call by after work, but at the same time I wondered if that was just a once in a lifetime moment yesterday.
At lunch on Sunday, Brad and I were the last to arrive. John answered the door. I looked at him but he gave nothing away. In fact throughout lunch we managed to act completely normally. I was asked about my job interview the following day, and I had a lovely chat with Mandy about golf.
“We must play again soon,” she told me.
That evening Brad and I chatted about the decorating and work in the garden.
“Your dad’s been brilliant,” I exclaimed.
“Yeah he’s a good man. Just a shame everyone treats him like shit really,” Brad mused.
“It’s not that bad surely?”
“Well mum does. And my sisters. Well Tanya mainly. Mandy’s better now.”
“She seemed good at the golf with him.”
“Probably because you were there. Anyway. He seems happy enough.”
“He’s a good man.”
“I think he sees more of you than I do these days,” he joked. I wasn’t sure at first what he meant by that.
“Eh?”
“Well you know he’s been round most days working with you.”
“Mmmm he’s been so helpful.”
“Probably glad to get away from my mother.”
On Monday I had my interview at the bus station canteen. The boss was really nice and he offered me the job there and then. I was to start in two weeks, when the other lady left.
“Better get a couple of games of golf in with Mandy then,” said John when I told him and Olivia that afternoon.
“You two had better finish your jobs,” Olivia announced.
John came round about two on Tuesday afternoon.
“I’ve almost finished the shed,” I told him as he sat down in the garden.
“Looks great.”
I was wearing a lightweight summer dress. No bra, and just a thong underneath. I was going to see if last Thursday’s activities were a one off or something more. I had no desire to cheat on Brad, least of all with his father, but I wanted a bit of fun. I had some real craving to let him see me naked, just to see me, nothing more.
We chatted for a while. We seemed to be avoiding any mention of what had happened. I didn’t really know how to bring it up and I think John was a bit embarrassed. As he sat in the sunshine I stood up to go inside to the kitchen. As I got to the door I deliberately lifted the back of my dress, revealing my ass cheeks. I continued inside, smiling to myself. I came back out carrying two drinks.
“You’re a cheeky girl,” he joked, referring to my little display.
“Oh did you like that?”
“Very attractive.”
Who knows where this conversation might have gone, as we were disturbed by a knock on the front door. I opened it and was surprised to see my mother in law.
“Hello dear. I thought I’d come and see just what has been keeping my husband so busy recently,” she said sternly, glancing at the glass of beer in my hand.