Ron loves to look at sexy women, loves asses, but tits are his favorite. He'd been seeing a woman at work, but she'd called it quits. He was back on the market and he'd been horny as fuck ever since. He hadn't even gotten a goodbye fuck from her.
Today he had to work and his dick was just throbbing! He took ten minutes in the bathroom to beat himself off, but as soon as he'd gotten in the door, his secretary, Taylor had spoken to him and his cock was raging hard again.
Taylor was not only his secretary, but she was also his daughter in law. She had married his son Peter three years ago and was pregnant with his first grandchild. She was almost eight months along, her belly was swollen and her breasts had grown three sizes. She had been leaking recently, he'd noticed the wet spots around her swollen nipples. She had tried to hide it with sweaters and scarves, but he'd already seen.
He made his way to his office quickly, covering his hard on with his briefcase. He swung the door part way closed and sat at the desk. He adjusted his cock to be less noticeable and started his computer. He liked to put up a slide show of photos of Taylor he'd found on Peter's laptop. Taylor, pre-pregnancy, had posed naked in hundreds of poses.
His favorites were the ones of her laying on the hood of Peter's sports car, her with Peter's cock deep down her throat and a shot of her tits sprayed with cum. He brought up the slides and leaned back in his chair, as the naked images of his daughter in law filled the screen, she entered his office too.
He bolted upright and quickly shut off the monitor. She smiled shyly and called him the nickname she had given him, "Papa?"
He smiled, every time she said that, he melted inside. She could ask him for anything and he'd do it.
"My doctor had prescribed ice packs every twenty minutes to alleviate the swelling I have, can I use your private bathroom?"
"Sure Taylor, anything for you," he smiled at her.
She went in and closed the door, he could hear her in there. He leaned back, stroking his cock, thinking of her in there.
The rest of the day was the same, she went in every twenty minutes and he thought about her and beat off.
Around four, most of the employees were off for the day. He stayed til six and Taylor stayed til five or five thirty, depending on how she was feeling. Today she was in the bathroom, he could hear her crying now.
Knocking on the door, he asked, "Taylor? You okay in there?"
She didn't answer, just continued sobbing. He pushed on the door, to his surprise it opened! He stepped inside the door and saw Taylor, bare chested, sobbing in her hands.
He quickly moved to her side, "Taylor, what's wrong? What can Papa do?"
