It started the day my son and daughter-in-law stopped at my house to attend a conference. I have lived alone since my wife died two years ago but I kept our large house that had extra bedrooms. Since the conference ended with a banquet, it would have been too late for them to drive home to the next city, so they had asked if they could sleep over. I welcomed them.
When they came home after the banquet, it was just after 11 and I was watching the news in the den. My son said he was tired and going to bed, but my daughter-in-law--Lisa--said she would watch the news with me and then the first part of Jay Leno. She retreated into the bedroom and then about 10 minutes later joined me in the den. She was wearing a pair of cotton pajamas. I had always thought she was pretty, but tonight she looked especially attractive, with her light brown hair loose and down her back.
Before she sat down with me she said "Dad, you need a woman around here to help you keep things straightened up." There were a couple of dishes and a beer bottle I had finished earlier still sitting on the coffee table in front of me.
When she bent down to pick up the dishes, her pajama top fell loose and I was looking straight down her top. At first I could just see the tops of her breasts, but when she moved around a bit the top loosened even more and I could see both her breasts and her nipples. Her breasts were full, her areolas were light brown and so were her nipples, which were half-way between soft and hard.
I realized I was holding my breath as I watched, and I also became aware that I was getting a full-blown hardon. I wanted to turn my eyes away, but I couldn't; the sight was too spectacular. Her breasts were probably only on display for a few seconds, but the memory wouldn't go out of my mind. When she walked out to the kitchen with the dishes and the bottle, I hastily rearranged my penis and tried to calm down.
Nothing else happened that night, except that I had then vowed that soon I had to have even more--much more--of Lisa.
The opportunity came even sooner than I had thought. My son called just a few days later and said he was being called out of the state for business for a few days and that because there had been both break-ins and assaults recently in their neighborhood, he didn't want to leave Lisa alone. Could she come stay with me? I didn't have to wait a second to reply
"Of course she can. I always like having her here." I then hoped he didn't suspect a double entendre in my words.
My mind was racing ahead. I had to buy some Viagra in order to be ready. I had to buy several bottles of a wine that I knew Lisa liked. I had to have some sleeping pills on hand. I moved quickly with my plans, because Lisa arrived the next night. I talked with her as she unpacked the small suitcase she had brought, and I began to get excited when I saw her pajamas were the ones she had been wearing the night I had inadvertently seen her bare breasts.
As she unpacked I told her that she looked a little sad. "It's just that Tom and I have been having some problems lately," she said, "and now he's gone for almost a week."
"Well," I replied, "we've got to change your attitude. And we're going to start with a special dinner I've planned. It's some of your favorities, including that special wine you once told me was your absolute favorite."
The dinner that night was special. Not only because I had convinced Lisa that since it was late, we should eat in our night clothes, and not because I was a great cook, but because I had had it delivered from one of the best restaurants in our town. And as we ate, I poured freely the wine I had purchased. I made sure we had a glass before dinner and then I refilled Lisa's glass as we went through each of the four courses. I made it appear that I was refilling my glass, too, but I actually only had one glass the entire night. As I served our dessert, I brought out a dessert wine that Lisa first refused, but then, at my urging, decided to try it. When we left the table and went to sit in the den, I saw that Lisa seemed a bit tipsy.