Keeping His Daddy Company Pt 01

KEEPING HIS DADDY COMPANY - 1

It started by surprise. My husband Jim's dad was visiting us for a month. Jim Senior had lost his wife a year earlier. He'd retired and come to stay with us for a while. It was about the third or fourth day of his visit when he reached under my shirt and grabbed my tits.

I'm Kayley. My husband Jim has a regular nine-to-five job. I'm a teacher and was off during the summer. I had taken a few courses at the local college, working on a master's degree. Our children were both away in college. Jim and I were still adjusting to it being just the two of us. We had done some travelling and had spent time with some good friends. We were learning to relax and take it one day at a time, enjoying life.

Jim's dad had been adrift since his wife had passed. He had lost his zest for life and milled around his empty house. When we ask how he was doing, he'd say, "I'm just sitting here waiting to die."

We invited him to stay with us for a while during the summer. Jimmy's brother Martin and wife Felicia were going to have him visit them after us. There was also a younger sister in the family, Marcie.

After the second day of his visit, Jim and I were talking in bed.

He said, "My dad sure likes you. He perks up when you are around."

I said, "Oh, that's nice. I like him. He's a wonderful man. He hasn't gotten over losing your mom."

"He never will, but it's nice to see him cheer up when he's around you."

I kissed Jimmy and said, "If I can make your daddy happy, it makes me feel really good."

Jim said, "He likes watching you, with your sexy legs and your jiggling tits."

"Oh, It's not my personality?"

"He loves being around you. You're always so happy and positive. It's good for him, but he likes watching you move about, especially when you are wearing almost nothing in the mornings."

I thought about that comment. I always wore my nightgowns and robes. It didn't think it was anything unusual, but for Jim's dad, it was better than anything he'd had to look at.

I said, "I'll get dressed before breakfast."

Jimmy said, "No. That's not what I meant. It's nice that you are dressed that way. He likes watching you."

"Really?"

"Yes. You don't realize how sexy you are with your legs exposed and your titties bouncing around under your nightie."

"You're okay with your dad seeing me that way? I should cover-up more around him."

"No, honey. Don't do that. This morning, we could see the color of your nipples through the nightgown. Dad perked up when he saw you. You're the best therapy for him."

I said, "Well, we sit and talk most of the day and he likes to go shopping with me."

"See, he never wants to do things like that, but you get him going. He really likes you."

I had to think about all this. Jim Senior did perk up around me and we had a wonderful time talking about things. He's a very interesting and experienced man who has some delightful stories and experiences. He did seem to have a better outlook when he was with me. I hadn't thought about him ogling my body, but if it helped him feel better, what the hell, let him look.

The next morning, Jim had gone to work and I was putting the breakfast dishes in the dishwasher. Jim Senior was sitting at the kitchen table, watching me.

He said, "Kayley, you keep yourself in good shape. That's a good thing."

"Thank you." I said. "I'm doing okay for a middle-aged broad."

He said, "You have nicely toned legs and you look fit."

"Thanks. I try to stay attractive for Jimmy. I go to the fitness center a few times a week and run once or twice a week too."

He moved up behind me. I was wearing short jean-shorts, the kind that are frayed to make them look old and scruffy. I was wearing a light sweatshirt, like I usually wore around the house, with a bra, of course. He put his arms around me and gave me a light kiss on the neck.

"My son is a very lucky man."

I said, "Thank you. I think I'm the one who is lucky."

He said, "You remind me of Edith, when she was younger." Edith was his wife.

"Wow. That is a nice compliment."

His arms wrapped around me, giving me a hug. I leaned back into him in response. It felt good and I like to be hugged.

"Your hair smells nice." He said. He was nuzzling the hair at my neck.

When he put his hands on my breasts (over my shirt), I was shocked, but didn't react, continuing to enjoy the hug. His hands held my boobs for a few moments and I allowed him to enjoy himself. He probably hadn't had a pair of tits in his hand since his wife passed.

"Sorry." He said.

I turned and gave him a peck on the lips. "I love you, Dad."

That ended it, for that day.

That night, in bed, Jimmy and I talked.

He said, "Dad said he had a really good time today. Whatever you did, thank you. I haven't seen him this happy in years."

I said, "We just went grocery shopping and I let him wander around the hardware store for a while. He was looking at the tools and different gadgets and talking with the clerk about how to fix things. He's a hoot. I really like him."

"Well, whatever you are doing, keep it up."

I paused a moment and said, "You know how you said he likes looking at me?"

"Yes. I like looking at you too."

"Well, he was a little fresh with me today. He grabbed my boobs from behind."

Jim paused, then said, "What did you do?"

"I let him. I didn't see the harm. He said I reminded him of your mother."

Jim laughed and said, "There's no way you remind me of my mother. Yeech! There's no comparison."

"Well, when he said that, I didn't have the heart to stop him."

"Did he get a good feel?"

"Well, yes, he did. I was wearing a bra, so there was only so much he could feel."

"You ought to go without a bra and let him have a good feel of your luscious tits." As Jim said it, he pulled my nightgown up and put his mouth on one of my nipples.

I was surprised at his reaction. "You're not upset about your daddy feeling your wife's tits?"

"Naw. What's the harm? If it makes him feel better, why not. That is, if it's okay with you."

"I'll do whatever you want. I love your dad and like it when he's in a good mood."

"Well, you have the assets to make him very happy."

I laughed, but understood that he was okay with his daddy taking liberties with me. Interesting, I thought.

The next morning, I was wearing a crop top instead of my sweatshirt. I had neglected to wear a bra and my nipples were visible through my top.

When Jimmy kissed me before leaving for work, he commented, "I like your top and I'll bet Dad likes it too."

I pushed him away and said, "Just go to work."

Back in the kitchen, was fooling in the sink like I had done the day before. I knew I was doing it deliberately to attract Dad's attention. Once again, he offered a few compliments on my appearance and I thanked him.

"It's been a long time since Edith and I were young. She'd stand at the sink like that and I found her irresistible. She would just be washing the dishes and I would drag her off to the bedroom."

I laughed and said, "Your son must've inherited that from you."

"Does he do that too?"

"Well, not as often as he used to."

Dad came up behind me again and put his arms around me. He said, "Pardon me for wanting to relive a wonderful memory."

How could I object. He was remembering feeling up his wife so I didn't object when his hands wnet under my top and he held my boobs again.

"I hope you don't mind." He said when he reached under my top and put his hands on my bare breasts.

His fingers found my nipples which had hardened into little nubs. I love to have my breasts fondled and he was being gentle with them. He was kissing my neck and teasing my tits with his fingers. I felt his pelvis push against my butt and sensed the unmistakable impression of a hard penis pressing against me. I was flattered. His fingers continued to caress the soft flesh of my breasts and he moved his hands down over my stomach. I am an easy mark when someone tickles me like he was doing.

After playing with my tits for a while, he kissed me on the neck and backed away. When I turned to talk to him again, we were both a little embarrassed. He sat behind the table where I couldn't see the tent in his pajamas.

I told him I had a few errands to run and offered to take him along. He declined, saying he wanted to go to his room and "take care of something". I thought he was referring to relieving the pressure on his engorged prick. The thought of a man getting a hard-on because of me is very arousing.

That night, Jimmy asked me, "Tell me about your day."

I rambled on about going to the grocery store for a few things and my exercise class, but he wanted to hear if his daddy had done anything more. After teasing him by not telling him anything, I finally told him. "Your daddy pulled up my top and put his hands on my bare tits. He was playing with my nipples saying he used to do the same thing with your mom."

Jim said, "I'm kind-of grossed out, thinking of my mom and dad having sex. You're nothing like I remember her."

"I'll bet she was thin and beautiful before you and your brother and sister ruined her figure."

"Maybe so."

"Should I stop him?"

"Naw, what's it hurt?"

"What if he wants to go further?"

My husband said, "I don't care. Whatever you want to let him do is fine with me."

I went to sleep with the realization that my husband wasn't bothered by his daddy fondling his wife. I wondered how far the old boy would try to go and I wondered if I would stop him. With Jimmy working so hard and with his dad in the house, we hadn't had sex in over a week and I was getting pretty horny. I couldn't even use my vibrator with Jim Senior around.

The next morning, I wasn't fully dressed when I saw Jimmy off to work and finished breakfast with his dad. Jimmy grabbed my ass when he kissed me goodbye and his dad came into the kitchen just as he was doing that. I was just wearing a pair of brief pajama shorts and a buttoned pajama top. I must've subconsciously worn such a skimpy outfit, anticipating the attention of Jim's dad.

While we ate, I noticed Jim Senior's eyes kept looking at my chest. When I went into the bathroom, I looked at myself and saw that my nipples and areolas were visible through my thin top. I went back to the kitchen, a bit embarrassed at my father-in-law being able to see my tits. He'd grabbed them the day before, so I rationalized that I was not being a bad girl.

I was at the sink with the dishes again and I knew he was going to come behind me and cop-a-feel. I liked Jim's dad and felt sorry for him after losing his wife. I thought that giving him a few feels of my tits was just being nice to a harmless elderly man.

He came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my stomach, under my breasts. I stood still while he nuzzled my neck as he had the day before. When his hands began to unbutton my shirt, I tried to act busy with the dishes, like I didn't notice. He quickly had my top undone and his hands found my breasts. I sighed involuntarily, which only encouraged him. He played with my nipples with one hand while the other hand moved down my belly to my navel. He was pressing against me again, and I could feel his erect penis. I leaned my head back to give him better access to my neck and my breasts. His hands roaming over my stomach felt so good and I felt the wetness of arousal in my pussy. I closed my eyes and savored the feeling of his hands gently touching me. They meandered up to the sides of my boobs, and touched my nipples. He held my breasts in his hands, feeling their weight.

Then his one hand slid lower on my stomach. He reached the top of my pajama bottom and circled my skin for a few moments. Then, his hand went under my clothing. I held my breath as his fingers made their way into my unshaved pubic area. His fingers danced through my curly bush.

I was about to pull his hand away when he said, "Edith didn't shave either."

With one hand caressing my breasts and one on my pussy, he was seducing me. It felt so good that I allowed him to continue, thinking that I could stop him at any time. When his finger probed my slit, I instinctively moved my legs apart, giving him better access. I knew he could feel the warmth and wetness in my crotch. I was definitely aroused and allowed him to control what we were doing.

He pulled the back of my pajamas down, baring my ass. He undid his pants and his dick pressed into the cleft between my ass cheeks. With another tug, my shorts fell to my ankles. His other hand was fingering me, sliding between my lips, touching my clit and teasing the entrance to my vagina.

I reached behind and grasped his prick. It was soft on the surface, but stiff along its length. Either he nudged me or I just leaned forward against the counter and stepped out of my shorts. His cock wedged between my legs. It probed, sliding against my clit and finding the opening to my vagina. I helped him, and suddenly, he was inside me. I felt his prick slide up into my love channel and I pushed back against him to facilitate full penetration. Just like that, he was fucking me. He was the first man, other than my husband, to have put his prick inside me. He proceeded to pump back and forth while fondling my tits. He pulled my shirt away, leaving me nude. Once I start screwing, I can't stop. Lust overwhelms me. I had been seduced and wanted him to continue. His prick was already inside me and I was eager for some good loving, not just a quickie in the kitchen.

I said, "Take me to the bedroom."

He withdrew and we walked back to the guest bedroom, where he was staying. His hand caressed my naked ass cheeks as we walked.

Once in the bedroom, I climbed onto the bed. I expected him to move into the saddle and continue to screw me, but he had another idea.

He went down on me. He put his head between my legs and lifted my knees to raise my pussy to his lips. He rubbed his nose and lips over my inner thighs and then put his tongue on my engorged clit. I gasped when he made contact. When my husband, and now his dad, touch my clit with their tongue, it immediately sends a surge of pleasure through my body. I gasped and spread my legs farther apart for him. He probed the opening to my vagina with his tongue and swirled around the rim, tasting my flowing juices. I put my hands on his head, rubbing through his thin gray hair, letting him know I wanted him to continue. The fact that he was my husband's dad, didn't matter, my sexual consciousness had taken over and I wanted him to eat me and then fuck me.

He had his fingers and his tongue inside me. I was lewdly spread open for him. He could see inside me, my most intimate features, and I was gladly giving myself to him. I began to build to an orgasm. His tongue was performing magic.

He knew I needed more than his tongue. He moved up between my legs, kissing my stomach and my breasts on his journey. He propped himself on his arms and his prick slid into me again. I concentrated on the sensation of his cock filling me and how wonderful it was. I squeezed his prick with my internal muscles.

When he looked at me, I sensed he needed to be reassured that it was okay for him to fuck me.

"Fuck me, please. I want you to."

He began to pump his hips and his cock slid along my slippery vaginal channel.

"Your cock feels good inside me." I said.

He said, "Should we be doing this?"

I said, "Yes. I want you inside me. Did it feel like this inside Mom?"

He lost it and began to cry. He put his head on my shoulder and seemed to lose himself in his memories, fucking me and imagining he was fucking his wife.

I whispered in his ear, "Come inside me. Make love to me like you did to Edith. I want to feel what she felt."

He came. He had a nice quantity of semen for me. He kept coming, his cock jerking as he emptied his balls into me. He fell on top of me with his head nestled in my neck. I stroked his back while he recovered.

He rolled off, saying "Thank you. That was wonderful."

I leaned over and kissed him gently. "Thank you. You were fantastic."

"Better than my son?" He laughed.

I said, "Let's not tell him." Then I added, "Maybe you can show him a few things."

We were side-by-side on the bed, both naked, both enjoying our 'post-coital bliss'.

After a few moments, I said, "I want us to do that again. We have all day and I want to feel you inside me again."

He said, "I shouldn't be screwing my son's wife."

"Why not? We're both consenting adults."

He said, "I'm sorry if I compare you to my wife."

I said, "Why? It's a real compliment if I remind you of her."

"You do, very much." Then he said, "Jimmy will be pissed."

"Not when I tell him it was my idea."

Now, I had to figure-out if and what I was going to tell Jimmy.

That evening, in bed, Jimmy asked about my day. I had weighed whether to tell him or not, but we had pledged to not keep secrets from each other, no matter what. I had forgiven him when he had played with his secretary's tits at a holiday party, so he owed me one, I thought.

I came right out and told him, "Honey, please don't be mad at your dad. We did it today."

"Did what?"

"Fucked. He fucked me. I wanted him to."

I looked to see my husband's reaction. He smiled and said, "That old bastard. He fucked his son's wife." He laughed and continued, "Good for him. That's probably what he's needed."

"You're not angry?"

"Naw, I'm okay with it if you are."

I said, "It kind of feels like I've cheated on you."

He thought for a minute and said, "Yeah, you have. But that's okay. I knew he was coming on to you." He laughed and added, "And you're a sexy little slut."

He rolled on top of me and his hard cock pressed against my belly. He asked, "Can I fuck you, or are you too tired?"

I said, "Please make love to me. I love you and am sorry to have cheated."

He said, "Stop it. I'm okay with it. I should've expected it, my horny wife at home alone with the randy old goat." Then he asked, "How many times did you do it?"

"Just twice. We started in the kitchen with him leaning me over the sink and fucking me and we finished in his bed. Then, we did it again a few hours later. He had some Viagra, so his dick stayed hard all afternoon."

"Did you suck his dick?"

"Not yet, but he ate my pussy." I laughed and said, "He said I tasted like your mom."

Jimmy cringed, "Too much information. Please don't tell me anything else he says about you being like my mom. I just can't grasp the concept at all."

I teased him, "What, you can't imagine your mommy having a horny little cunt like mine?"

He slid his dick into me and we made passionate love. I knew he could tell that I was slippery inside, with his dad's cum still inside me. Jimmy added his and I slept with two men's semen inside me for the first time.

Well, it continued. It became a daily thing. Jim's dad would fuck me as soon as Jim had left for work. He and his dad didn't discuss it, but dad knew that his son knew that he was fucking his son's wife. I became more casual at breakfast. One morning, I came out and made breakfast for them topless. Another morning, I wore just a short nightie that barely covered my ass and I bent over to pick something up from the floor and gave them both a nice squirrel shot of my cunt and the hair between my legs.

I found myself getting more loving than ever, with Dad nailing me once or twice during the day and then my husband getting sloppy seconds at night. Jim was even more aggressive than he'd been in years. It seemed like it was an unspoken competition between them to see who could fuck me better. I was in sexual heaven, getting all the cock I could handle.

But, like many good things, it had to end. We were two weeks away from school starting and me having to go back to work. Jim's dad was going to go visit his other son for a while. Felicia, Martin's wife came a few days early with Martin planning to come on the weekend.