He was so beautiful, almost perfect. He had no idea how the sparkle in my eye caressed his magnificent frame. Future son-in-law or not, any woman claiming she wouldn't enjoy seeing such a magnificent hunk of man without a stitch, hard and erect, is simply not telling the truth -- which, by the way, we often don't even to ourselves.
He was irresistible. Packaged in a 6'3" tight, hard body, the tussled hair, deep brown eyes, broad shoulders, and powerful arms demanded my full attention. What would he feel like, hard and deep? Such thoughts were not appropriate, but neither are they easily dismissed, regardless of the relationship.
There are some men that when you meet them you instantly know they will be good lovers. As you extend your arm for that introductory handshake, you can't help but assess his beautiful smile and persuading eyes; you can almost you feel your panties sliding past your knees. You want to smile, softly grasp his hand within the two of your own, hold it gently and whisper, "Why don't you go ahead and fuck me, and we'll do those silly introductions later." That was Jacob.
Jacob was the latest of a long line of young men my daughter had brought home to parade. Most had not attracted my attention or even been worth a second glance, but things had been differently with Jacob. From the way she acted, it was plain to see her attraction to him was different. It was as if she had "bagged" her trophy, which was typical Trish. It didn't take much effort for me to see why.
I could easily imagine he would be a handful to handle in bed, and while I continued knowing I should not have thoughts of him in that way, there was little I could do to rid myself of the fantasy of enjoying him. On more than one occasion I rubbed myself to sleep with lovely thoughts.
Jacob is the kind of young man that after a few moments of exchanging eye flirts, a woman needs to excuse herself and find the ladies room.
I reminded myself that this young man was quite possibly going to be my son-in-law, the husband of my daughter, but reminders do little to dampen desires. My desire was not complicated; I wanted this young man to fuck me, and I wanted to fuck him.
The hubby, on the other hand, did not share the pleasure of Jacob's presence in the same way we girls did. My daughter, Trish, sensed a strain between her father and Jacob, but I told her not to be overly concerned. I would handle her father; and I did.
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Plans and events moved forward quickly; Trish is not one to wait once she has made a decision. That we have in common. Within six months they were married. My daughter had her husband, my husband got a son-in-law, and I received a young man with whom I very much wanted to have sex. There was, of course, a slight complication; he was married to my daughter.
For nearly two years I wrestled with my desires, most always losing the match, but still was able to avoid the final step of intimacy. Our flirting however left little to the imagination. The hubby, always self absorbed, didn't seem to notice, and Trish on occasion laughingly suggested we get a room.
I didn't want to hurt my daughter, but at the same time I wanted to fuck this beautiful, young man. And after nearly two years, it was clear he was ripe to the idea, too. In those beautiful brown eyes was that devilish gleam. I knew he wanted to fuck me, and even more significant was he knew that I was aware of it.
It was that sizzling chemistry that was so exhilarating. Trish enjoyed teasing that the sex between them was so good only because I kept him so worked up. But eventually one gets tired of hearing that. Two years was enough.
From what little investigation I was able to do, I learned that sex between women and their sons-in-law was not all that uncommon. That surprised me, yet it didn't.
All this came to a head as Trish and Jacob prepared for their second anniversary, which was the weekend of Mother's Day. The forecast was to be exceptionally warm so a small backyard gathering was planned.
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The main questions were, could I get him alone, and could I trust him to be discreet. I concluded getting him alone for 30 minutes or so would not be that difficult, but the other question was more complicated.
Men can be so tricky; they love to brag about their conquests - even when they are the conquest! And there is no comfortable middle ground with them. There are only two kinds -- those that tell and those that don't. The trick is to know with which kind you are dealing. It would be a nightmare for us all if he ever told anyone. Nevertheless, I believed I had a few words I could share to help him be confidential, so with caution thrown to the wind, I had to go for it.
Getting him alone would be easy. Everyone was in a party mood. What had been planned as a late afternoon Mother's Day cookout, however, continued to grow as more and more neighbors and their family members arrived, each bringing coolers and things to grill.
The unforeseen benefit of the larger group was that there were so many small social groups that little attention was given to anything else. People were mixing; most everyone had a drink in hand, and there was a hint of sexual tension to the whole party.
It was nice, but I couldn't explain it. Maybe it was because there were no small children present; all were adults. And though children were present, such as Trish, they were all adults.
It was during this mix of testosterone and estrogen, alcohol and dancing, that I moved to Jacob and casually whispered that a few things needed to be done, would he assist me.
Leaning over to allow him plenty to look at, I cooed that I needed a big strong body. He smiled broadly; his eyes sparkled. I was wet and aglow from my nipples to my knees. I asked him to follow me out back to the shed to get several more folding chairs.
Glancing around for a quick survey, to my great joy no one paid us any particular attention as we casually walked away. Arm in arm I moved him, pressing my breast to his arm.
As we strolled around the corner of the house and out of sight of the party, I slipped my arm around his waist. I could taste him already. Ummmm. Finally alone.
"I just bought this dress, Jacob, do you like it?" I whispered as we entered the shed. It wasn't the best ice breaker, but I needed something with which to break the awkward silence.
With the blood pounding in my head, I didn't hear the answer. It didn't matter anyway; I liked it.
It was slightly inappropriate for the party, but it was still a sweet, sleeveless summer dress that could be worn with or without the matching covering.
The top of the dress was cut low and provided plenty of exposure, and the hem was set at 4" above the knee. It is the kind of dress that could be easily upgraded with either three or four inch heels. Add a piece or two of jewelry, and you are set.
