Chapter 3: The summer heats up
When I woke up the next morning, I was spooned against my naked daughter-in-law, the mother of my only granddaughter. My cock was nestled in the crack of her ass, my left hand fingered her pussy, and my right arm wrapped around her neck with my hand over her breast.
I looked at the bedside clock and saw that it was nearly 10:00. I wondered how I could have slept so late, until I realized that we did not get to sleep until after 3:00.
I propped myself up and looked at Tatiana, who was still sound asleep. I thought about waking her, but decided, instead to make some coffee and collect my thoughts. I looked for my pants and realized that they were probably still on the floor next to the couch in the great room. Well, I thought, maybe this is the time to stay naked, so I padded down the stairs and into the kitchen. While the coffee brewed, I cleaned up the kitchen from the night before and thought about all that happened last night, and what it all meant.
Last night was certainly the best night of sex I had ever had, and cuming twice in less than two hours was quite uncommon for me. With my ex-wife, Julia, once was her limit. If I wanted more, I was welcome to find a magazine and fend for myself. With my other sexual encounters, once I came, it was time for them to go.
Tatiana was different in so many ways. She was as beautiful on the inside as on the outside. She was passionate and loved to be loved, but I have no doubt that she would abandon her sexual desires and needs if it meant a better life for my granddaughter, Annika. In some ways, that is what made her so attractive: respect for her obligations. As for sex, to her it was a precious gift. I doubt that Brien (my son and her ex-husband) understood this. Although I had no proof, I was sure that Brien was a selfish lover, and did not care if Tatiana was satisfied.
As I stood at the counter, waiting on the coffee, I felt a naked body against mine and a hand reached around and cradled my balls.
I turned and faced her. She had washed her face, combed her hair and looked as sexy as I had ever seen her. Of course, no matter what the future held, my image of her would never be the same given the events of the past 12 hours.
I wrapped my arms around her and told her I was taking the rest of the week off and we could do anything she wanted.
"For right now, can we just talk?"
I know enough about women to know that "can we talk" is never a good sign, but what else could I say?
"Sure, let's get some coffee and go in the other room."
I sat on the sheet that still covered the couch and expected her to sit beside me, but she did not. Instead, she chose a chair that sat next to the couch.
As we settled in, I asked, "Am I going to like what we are going to talk about?"
She gave me a serious look and said, "I hope so." She took a sip of coffee and deep breath.
"Denny, I don't know when I have enjoyed myself more than last night. I fantasized for six years about what it would be like to be with you, and the reality was so much better than the fantasy. We said things and promised things that maybe, in the light of day, we might have said in haste and we might feel differently today. I want you to know that I meant every word of what I said, but I also want you to know that I will not hold you to anything you said in the heat of passion."
Inwardly I was torn. Was she giving me the option to backing out of our blossoming relationship, or was she sending me a message that she wanted to back off?
"I am going to answer your question honestly but you need to promise to answer mine just as honestly, okay?"
"Of course. I've have never lied to you and never will."
"Okay, here goes. You were correct last night when you said that I was always trying to catch a glimpse of your tits. I always found you to be very attractive and...what was the word you used yesterday? Desirable. I remember seeing you breast feeding Annika, and I admit I got excited. Did I think I would ever have you as a lover? Of course not. I thought I would go through life just catching glimpses of your tits, and maybe a glance under your skirt, because I would never jeopardize my relationship with you by coming on to you. That is why I am so glad that you took the initiative."
I took a sip of coffee; I wanted to make certain there was no misunderstanding. "So, here, in the clear light of day, without any distractions except your terrific body, let me say this. You and Annika may consider this your home for as long as you like. I offered my bed to you last night, and I offer it to you again. It is yours. You can sleep with me every night, or you can come whenever you feel like it. We don't even need to have sex. Just being close to you is more than I could have dreamed. Does that answer your question?"
"Yes, it does."
"Now it is my turn. Tell me honestly, what do you think about what happened last night? Do you have any regrets? Because if you do, we can go back to a more traditional father-in-law/daughter-in-law relationship. You can still stay as long as you want, and this will always be your home."
"Well, if it okay with you, I would just as soon sleep with you and be your lover, at least until you get tired of me." "I don't think that will ever happen. Now that that is settled, let's get in the shower and go out for breakfast...or lunch."
Once again, hand in hand, we ascended the stairs naked and, like last night, we turned right to go to my room. We stepped into the huge shower that dominated my bathroom, and stood under the flow of water. Before we did anything else, we kissed.
Each kiss that I have given to or received from Tatiana has been different. This one had passion, but also patience that comes from knowing we have all the time we want: that the exploration and appreciation of each other's bodies do not have to be frantic and rushed.
As we clung together, I grabbed the soap and began washing her back and shoulders. I moved lower, put the bar between the cheeks of her ass, and reached for her pussy from behind. I made sure that all the folds got equal attention, and then I backed away and went to work on her front side. Then she returned the favor, taking my balls in her hands and kneading them between her fingers. My cock was beginning to come to attention as she pulled the foreskin back. She worked up a real lather making sure my cock was clean. Then she held my balls with her left hand and, with the soap, worked on my asshole, inserting one of her small fingers a couple of times.
We got out and I wrapped the big white bath towel around both of us. Again, I felt the pleasure of her naked skin against mine. I lifted her up onto the vanity so I could dry her pussy and so I could look and play with it.
"As you say, in the clear light of day, do you really like my pussy or do you think it is gross? I know what you said last night, but I think you would have said anything at that point."
"I love that you have long and puffy lips; they are so sexy and I can prove it. I can show you pictures on my computer. I have a whole directory of women who have big, beautiful lips. Do you want me to prove it to you?"
"Yes, prove it."
We walked, naked, from the bathroom into my office. I fired up the computer and went to my favorites. As we waited, she stood behind my chair with her tits touching each shoulder, while she ran her fingers through the hair on my naked chest. Finally the computer booted up and I looked for a directory of downloads. I opened it there were hundreds of pictures of women with large labia.
