Deer season. It had been a long time since I'd slept in during deer season. Not that I wanted to, but a broken foot was giving me a forced holiday. My son and daughter-in-law had come down, my son to take my wife out hunting and my daughter-in-law to keep me company. Not that I needed anyone to keep me company, but the doc had insisted I stay off of it for two weeks and everyone that knew me knew how impossible that was. So, Kaley came to ensure I didn't do anything stupid while my wife was out hunting.
Kaley was a very good looking thirty-five year old with some unusual ideas about life. Take her pregnancy for instance. She'd eat you out of house and home, sugary snacks, chips, crackers etc., but only if they didn't contain a particular preservative. Lunch meat had to be fresh cut or if it was packaged, it had to be microwaved to kill some bacteria that was rumored to be in some of it. In many ways she was a study in contradictions. But I cared for her like my own daughter nonetheless.
"Hey dad? Would you put my lotion on me?" Kaley asked as she walked into the family room where I was laying on the sofa, watching an old western, my foot elevated like a good boy. I twisted around enough to see her walking in the doorway from the hall, wrapped in a bath towel. The towel was barely long enough to cover her from just above the nipples of her modestly large breasts to the juncture of her legs. As she walked toward me, I could swear that her pussy was peeking at me with each step.
"Um. If you want," I agreed a little nervously, trying to will my cock to not get hard, even though I could feel it already was. "Don't you think you should put something more on though?"
"Dad! That would make it hard to put lotion on wouldn't it?" she asked as she stepped over next to the sofa. "Besides, in a few months I'll be sitting in the birthing center, butt naked, with a bunch of people I don't even know, staring at me with my legs spread. I'm trying to get over being bashful about being naked." She continued as she pulled the towel off and dropped it on the floor, leaving her as naked as she'd just described. "Our birth coach said being naked in front of a family member that would make you nervous was a good way to get over it."
"Um. Yeah. Okay," I answered as she swung one leg over me, pressing her knee down between my side and the back of the sofa. Her pussy was fat and round with quite a bit of inner labia protruding, glistening in the morning sun shining through the bay window.
She settled herself on my lap, facing me, as I lay on the sofa. She held out a jar of some kind of clearly homemade cream. "Might as well start with my boobs," she said with a girlish giggle.
"Start with your boobs?" I asked in surprise.
"Sure. This is supposed to help prevent stretch marks," she said, reaching to take the lid off the jar. She leaned over, pressing her nipples against my chest as she set the lid on the floor by the sofa. She sat back up and looked down at me. "Really dad? You're gonna be bashful? Mom said you were a tit man. I didn't think you'd pause half a second if I asked you to do this."
"My wife told you I was a tit man?" I asked incredulously.
"No silly. My mom. She said you couldn't keep your eyes off her tits the whole night at the reception. She said if she'd have known she'd have worn something that would have let you see a lot more."
"More?" I asked, thinking back to the amount of cleavage her mother's dress had shown at the wedding reception. It had been several years, but I wasn't about to forget how sexy she'd looked that night.
"Uh huh. You know. Nipples!" she whispered conspiratorially before giving me another of those girlish giggles. "She also said you were hot in that suit and if she could have spirited you away for a little while, she'd have let you find out just exactly what kind of panties she was wearing, or maybe not wearing."
"Oh damn." I groaned at the thought of her mom being naked under that dress. It was a cinch she was braless, but I hadn't expected her to be pantyless too.
"Now? You going to put some of this on my tits?" she asked, pulling my free hand up to her left breast. "I used to be a thirty-two C. Now I can barely fit in a D and mom says once my milk comes in, they'll get at least one cup size bigger. That's why the special cream. Keep the stretch marks to a minimum."
"I guess that makes sense," I agreed, moving my hand from her breast to get a dollop of cream from the jar.
"You can use both hands," she said, taking the jar back from me. I tentatively started rubbing the cream into her breasts, my palms rubbing over her large darkened areola and her clearly hardening nipples. I spent long minutes stroking her tits and rubbing the lotion in, working my hands over and around her large soft breasts, her body clearly responding to my touch. "Mmmmmm. You have nice hands. Just keep doing that. It's getting me so turned on!"
"Oh. Shit. I'm sorry!" I answered in shock, pulling my hands away from her boobs.
She looked down at me, startled by my reaction.
"Sorry about what?"
"Well. Getting you...you know."
"Turned on? Why are you sorry about that?"
"Well. I was putting lotion on you. Not trying to be sexual."
She looked at me with a frown. "How are you going to make me climax if I don't get turned on?"
"Make you climax? Why would you want me to do that?"
"Didn't you help Amanda do that when she was pregnant with Mike?"
"Well we had sex some, yeah. But that isn't this!"
"But that's what our birth coach wants us to do. I'm supposed to have an orgasm at least four times a day. The harder the better. It's to strengthen my vaginal muscles. Didn't you have to do that?"
"Um. In our day she had exercises for that."
"Oh. Yeah. I heard about those. Kegels or something like that. Our birth coach says that's old tech. Orgasms work the whole muscle set. The more you can do in a day the better."
"Good lord," I whispered.
"You're not going to make me go use my vibrator, are you?"
"You're serious? You want me to make you orgasm? Why not just wait for Mike to come in?"
"Oh I'll get another one or two when he gets back in. But I'm trying for at least eight a day, and that can get hard without varying stimulus."
"You're serious? If I don't give you an orgasm you're gonna go in the bedroom and use a vibrator?"
"Actually I'll probably sit right over there and do it. Mom says teasing a guy can be a real turn on!"
"Good lord," I groaned as she pulled my hands back to her tits.
"Now you go back to playing with these, I wanna check out this big hard stick I'm sitting on."
"What?" I asked, holding both her tits in my hands as she lifted herself on her knees and quickly pushed the front of my sleep shorts down, exposing my inexplicably hard dick.
"Ohhhh my! You are big," she whispered as she sat back onto my lap, my hardon trapped between my body and her hot, wet, pussy lips. "Just rub my tits. I'll do the rest," she whispered, starting to rock her hips, grinding her pussy against my rock-hard shaft as she slid her lips back and forth along the length of it.
Almost automatically I rubbed her nipples and areola with my thumbs, stroking from side to side, teasing and bending her nipples over with each stroke. My attention though, was focused on her pussy, her wet lips sliding back and forth along my shaft, my engorged head disappearing between her wet lips at the end of each stroke. Her hot wetness caressed the bottom side of my cock and I could feel her hard clit bounce enticingly over the sensitive spot on the underside of my head each time she stroked across it.
"Oh fuck yes!" she practically growled. "Your head is teasing my clit sooooo fucking good! I think I'm going to come just like this!"
"Yeah?" I grunted, my own body screaming at me about how good it felt and how turned on her naked body had made me, daughter-in-law or not. "I think you're gonna make me come too though," I warned her.
"Good. We need it!" she gasped. "I'm almost there!" She rocked a little faster, my cockhead slipping along her slit until I could feel the entrance to her vagina at the end of each long slow stroke. At that moment, it was all I could do to not arch my back and drive myself into her. It would have been so easy. Just arch my back a little at the end of the next stroke and when she pushed back, she'd drive me deep into her pussy! Yeah it would be soooo easy! "Fuck yes!" she cried, jolting me from that thought as her whole body shuddered and trembled on me, her pussy leaking juices around my rock-hard shaft. "Ohhhhhhhh fuck yessssss!" she groaned loudly as she climaxed on me, her eyes closed as she sat on me shuddering. "God I should have put it in me." She moaned softly, probably to herself, as she sat on me.
I lay there so close to an orgasm of my own that I had to work to keep from sliding her back and driving into her. My hips were trying to rock my dick along her wet slit as she continued to shudder and tremble, sitting with my head between her lips, trapped against my body. Long seconds passed before her shaking began to fade. She opened her eyes and looked down at me. "God that was intense. Now let's get you done too!"
"You want me to come?" I asked in surprise.
"Of course. We need your cum on my pussy!"
"You need my cum on your pussy? For real? Why?"
"It's a natural skin lubricant. Helps make my pussy more pliable for when the baby comes!"
"So you're telling me you want me to come on your pussy?"
