Mother Eager Beaver

CHAPTER NINE

Everyone got a good night's sleep after Judy and Mike got home. Not only were they tired but they also had a full schedule ahead of them tomorrow. Tom would be leaving for work on the morning shift and the children would be back in school for their Monday morning classes. Barbara would be giving the house a thorough cleaning while Jonathan unpacked his luggage. The sleep and rest they got seemed to be exactly what they needed.

They arose on Monday morning with renewed energy, ready to tackle the events of the day. Barbara got their breakfast ready, then before she realized it her husband and children had eaten and gone. She and Jonathan sat there looking at each other across the table for awhile as they sipped on their coffee, then he smiled at her.

"You know, I told Tom he was making a mistake by marrying Jo Ann, then I reminded him of his mistake several times after they were married," he said, turning the coffee cup to his lips. "You're the one he should've married all along. You have everything: looks, body, brains, charm, the whole damned works."

"Thank you, Jonathan," she smiled at him. "I made the same mistake with my first husband, and it wasn't until the divorce hearings Tom and I met each other."

"Yes, I know, and I thank God for those hearings," he smiled back at her as her robe sagged a little, letting him get a glimpse of her naked breasts, then his eyes bulged a little. "If it weren't for those hearings I wouldn't have the most wonderful daughter-in-law in the whole world."

"You're only saying that because it's true," she teased at him, knowing he'd enjoyed the accidental opening of her robe. "No… really! I've tried to be a good wife to Tom. We've had our differences at times and he's left me in a few bad predicaments, but everything has worked out to our satisfaction."

"I hope so," he groaned, examining the upper half of her creamy breasts, then he wished he could see more of his lovely daughter-in-law. "I'd never forgive Tom if he mistreated you."

"You're very thoughtful, Jonathan," she cooed sweetly at him, letting her robe fall open to expose her pert nipples to him. "Ill have to remember that."

"Remember it good, little one," he smiled at her, then his eyes fell back to her rounded breasts. "If Tom fails you in any way I want to know about it. Ill try to make up for his shortcomings." Her cunt tingled delightfully as she felt his eyes on her titties, then she reached beneath the table and loosened her sash tie, letting the robe fall completely open.

"Ill remember that," she smiled, then got up from the table to let him catch a slight glimpse of her naked pussy before tieing the sash tie at her waist. "I'll call on you if Tom should fail me, but right now I'm going to wash the dishes if you don't mind."

Jonathan's cock stiffened a little as he caught that slight glimpse of her glistening red cunt hair, then he swallowed the lump in his throat. My God, his daughter-in-law was naked except for the robe, and her body was thrilling the hell out of him! Something inside screamed out to forget what he saw. Barbara was strictly a one man woman and she belonged to his son. He trembled, his face turning red with embarrassment. He shouldn't think of Barbara in this respect. However, he surely wished he could get a better view of that beautiful red-haired pussy.

"And I need to unpack my luggage, but I think 111 do that after I finish my coffee," he finally answered, then managed to smile at her. "Say, would you like a little *help with the dishes? I'm the best drier you'll find anywhere."

Barbara had intended on just throwing the dishes into the dishwasher, but Jonathan's suggestion prompted a plan to start working in her mind. She'd enjoyed him looking at her body in a wanton way; maybe if she played it right she could let him see more of her. His eyes had made her cunny tingle in a mysterious way. She'd surely like to feel his eyes on her again. It was a pleasant feeling to have a man look at her like that, even if it was Tom's father. She suddenly wanted to show him all her body. And if she could handle it in an innocent way there'd be nothing to regret if he didn't take the hint.

"I'll make a bet you're the best at anything," she smiled at him, "and whether you know it or not I'm going to take you up on that offer-you can dry the dishes."

He swallowed the last of his coffee, then joined Barbara at the sink.

"Where do you keep the dish towels?" he smiled as she handed him the first washed plate.

"Oh, I'm sorry!" she apologized as she stooped to get a dish towel from the bottom drawer of the cabinet, then her robe opened at the top.

She started to pull it together but changed her mind; maybe this little incident is what she needed to find out if Jonathan wanted to see more of her. However, she'd surely have to handle this innocently. She'd have to do this as if she were handling nitroglycerin, otherwise the whole damned thing could blow up in her face. It would be very embarrassing to give her father-in-law the impression she were some kind of slut.

"It'd be a little embarrassing to watch you dry the dishes with the palm of your hand," she smiled as she got up and handed him the towel, then turned to the sink in such a way he'd notice the naked curvature of her left breast.

"Humph!" he grunted, swallowing another lump on his throat, wishing her robe would fall open a little more so he could view that delightful little nipple of hers. "Nothing should embarrass you in my presence. Hell, you're my favorite daughter-in-law."

"Why, Jonathan!" she teased at him, then turned toward him and smiled as her eyebrow raised inquisitively. "If I didn't know better I'd swear you're trying to build my confidence by complimenting me with a well maneuvered pass."

"Call it what you want!" he joked at her, then blushed as his eyes fell to the beautiful little knob of her exposed nipple. "But I'd do a hellofa lot more maneuvering if I weren't an old man and you weren't my son's wife. Oh… ah… I intended that as another compliment, my darling. I hope you don't take it the wrong way. I meant nothing at all by it."

This was surely the time to let him see a little more of her. Not only was he simulating a few advances in a teasing way but he was also putting himself on the defensive about them. It'd be much easier to accomplish her devilish desires if she could cause him to have mixed emotions about his choice of words. She desperately needed to make him feel sorry for her.

There was a very sad and disappointed look on her face as her lips pouted a little, then false tears welled in her eyes as she forced a few jerking sobs so her naked titty would jiggle delightfully before him.

His cock throbbed as he watched her breast dance before his eyes, then her robe parted even more as his wanting hardness began to jerk with desire. His daughter-in-law was so damned lovely, but why the hell was she starting to cry like this? Had he said something wrong?

"I'm sorry, Babs! I wouldn't hurt you for anything in the world, yet I've made you cry," he apologized. "I didn't know you were going to take my words in the wrong way. Hell, I was only joking."

"That's what upsets me so much, the goddamned joking. You don't know what I'd give if someone really meant the words you said to me. Maybe it'd make me feel like a real woman for a change. God knows I need something… anything!" she turned and stared into his eyes, then a tear trickled down her face. "Goddamn it! All men are alike! You're no better than your son when it comes to joking about me."

"I wasn't joking about you, darling; I was joking with you," he looked wonderingly at her, then gently grasped her shoulders. "Now what's all this about Tom and joking?".

"I'm sorry, Jonathan! I didn't mean those nasty things about you," she smiled at him. "Just forget what I said and forgive me… please!"

"Forgiving you is easy," he smiled back at her, then his caressing fingers forced the material of her robe to open drastically, "but I want to hear about that son of mine. What the hell has he done to you?"

"Oh, Jonathan! It's what he hasn't done that bothers me," she sobbed again, knowing her robe was standing completely open at the top. "I don't feel like a woman anymore; that's why it sounded so good to hear you make those precious passes at me."

"Oh, God, baby! Don't do this to yourself, please!" he pulled her tenderly into his arms and tried to comfort her. "You're the most lovely woman I know, and that son of mine doesn't have any goddamned sense at all. Just wait till I get my hands on him; I'll find out what the hell's going on."

"Oh… no! Don't say anything to Tom about our conversation… please!" she snuggled closer to him, letting her body tremble a little. "You don't understand. Tom doesn't even realize what he's done to me."

"I don't understand; you're right about that," he said as her breasts pushed wantingly at him through their robes, then his fingers caressed at her naked back through the thin material. "Do you want to talk about it?"

"Maybe I should talk about it. I think it'd make me feel better to get it into the open and out of my mind," she pressed at him, then she felt the hardened bulge of his cock against her belly. "Are you sure you want to hear my sob stories?"

"I make a very good listener," he answered as he slowly pulled his cock away from her belly, afraid he may offend her. "And I promise not to mention a word of our conversation to Tom."

"Thank you," she whispered, moving her hips closer and letting his hardness once again rest against her belly. "But I don't know where to start."

"Start at the beginning," he suggested, not pulling away from her this time; hell, she already knew he was carrying a hard-on. "I want to hear the whole sordid story of how my son's been treating you."

"It all started with his last night shift at the plant, and I wish you'd listen as if this were happening to you instead of me. Maybe it'd help you to better understand my predicament," she sighed, realizing he hadn't pulled his cock away from her, "Every night for over two weeks Tom led me on, building me up to a point which brought my blood to a boil. He'd kiss on me, play with me, and make love to me till I couldn't stand it anymore. Every time I thought he was going all the way with me he'd rush to work and leave me shaking all over.

"I've stayed awake night after night, wishing for something or someone-anything or anybody; and it really wouldn't have made any difference to me as long as I could've gotten a little satisfaction from it.

"Oh, God! Jonathan! The past two weeks have been terrible for me, I've been forsaken by the one I love and I don't know why. I keep hoping things'll work out after he's rested up from the night shift but I'm not really sure-he's been off the night shift for two days.

"I'm scared, Jonathan! What'll I do? For the last few days I've needed someone to hold me close, to look at my body, to caress me, and to say things which would make me feel like a real woman again. God help me but I still need those things; I need them before I lose my goddamned mind.

"My thoughts make me feel so sinful and vulgar, then I tremble all over with guiit as my feelings get the Lest of me. It's wrong for me to have such thoughts on my mind, but God knows I can't help it. I've tried to force these thoughts out of my head but it just doesn't work.

"I've even wondered about myself. Could I be at fault? Am I not the woman I thought I was? Do I no longer look good to Tom? Do I no longer look good to any man? Maybe I'm not any kind of woman at all.

"Oh, Jonathan! Help me… please! I don't know what to do anymore. God, I'm falling apart at the seams; I'm fading away.

"I'm sorry, Jonathan! Forgive me, please! I shouldn't trouble you with my problems. I'll handle it… someway!"

Her sobbing body jerked in his arms as her breaking heart released itself. He soothed her naked back through the material of her gown as he cursed his son for doing this to her. She'd begged him for help but what could he do.

He could hold her close and comfort her. He could let her know he understood how she felt. He could let her know he loved her. Hell, there were a lot of things he could do for her. If he thought it'd help her situation he'd even fuck her and to hell with Tom. However, he knew she didn't want that; she wanted her husband.

"You know something, my little angel! I've always loved you for being so honest withme, and I'm glad you've been honest with me this time. Oh, Godl I could kill that son of mine for being so goddamned stupid," he whispered as her jerking sobs slowed a little, then comforted her with more words of truth, "I want you to promise something: never again doubt yourself about being a real woman. Hell, you're a woman in every sense of the word. They were thinking of you when they wrote all the books about beautiful and sensual women." "Oh, Jonathan! Do you really mean that? You're not still joking with me?" she asked, letting her voice quiver doubtfully, then she snuggled a little closer as his cock pressed harder into the firmness of her almost flat belly.

"Joking time's over," he moaned, realizing she'd pressed her belly against him in innocence. "You're the most lovely woman in the world. My son must've lost his damned mind along the way. Any man in his right mind would gladly prove you're a woman."

"Mmmm! Keep talking like that… please!" she pleaded as her belly dared to barely brush against his cock in a slight side to side motion. "If you're not joking with me… Jonathan… say more nice things… pleaseeeee!"

Her belly caressed so gently at his cock he knew she was trying to hide her wanton desires. He suddenly began to feel very sorry for her as he realized she didn't want him to know what she was doing. She was listening to his beautiful words while in her mind she was fucking her husband. All right, he'd continue to feed her beautiful words of truth about herself while she drove him crazy with those sensual little movements. He could surely do that much for her, and he'd do his best to pretend he wasn't aware of what she was doing.

"I'm not joking, not about anything. I always knew you were the most lovable little sex kitten in the whole damned world, and when I hold you close to me like this it confirms my belief," he groaned in a whisper, then he couldn't stop the couple of hard jerks of his cock against her warm belly. "In fact, if I were a younger man and had met you before my son I'd have killed any son of a bitch who wanted to take a look at that sexy body of yours."

Her heart pounded in her chest as she listened to him, then it skipped a couple of beats when she felt his hardness throbbing against her. That goddamned demon of sinful lust entered her body again and she couldn't help but press harder at his jerking cock. It wasn't because she was being braver with her father-in-law; it was because she liked the feel of his cock on her belly. Her asscheeks began to move back and forth in a slow fucking motion as her belly caressed softly at his stiff prick.

"You're only fifty-four, Jonathan! And that surely doesn't make you an old man," she moaned, her navel teasing at the head of his cock through the material of their robes, forcing it deeper into her soft warmness. "Besides, you've never seen my body; you'd probably think it wasn't sexy at all."

He groaned as his cock began to throb with desire. Her words had sounded like an invitation to view her nakedness. His body trembled a little. He wished he could be sure about his daughter-in-law. Hell, he wished he could be sure about himself.

He pushed her away from him, then looked into her eyes. She'd stopped crying and there were no more tears, yet there was a sparkling glitter he couldn't ignore. It was as if she were begging him to undress her without actually saying the words, but how could he be sure?

His eyes fell to the open vee of her gown, then he wished it would open completely. He'd love to see those delightful little nipples again. He noticed the creamy whiteness of her breasts as they quivered a little, then he realized she was breathing extremely hard and fast.

He pushed her away from him a little more, then his hands dropped from her shoulders. A trembling finger reached out to the collar of her gown, then slid slowly along the material to the bottom of the vee to climb up the other side. He paused for a moment, trying to catch some reaction from her face.

She just stood there. There was no reaction at all. He shivered a little, realizing she hadn't protested his action. Did she really want him to look at her body? She surely didn't seem to mind the fact that his fingers were toying with the material of her robe.

His finger trailed back down the left side of the vee, but this time he was letting the tip of his finger barely touch the warm softness of her silky skin. Her body trembled a little as his finger gently crossed the flesh of her heaving mound, then he stopped the downward motion of his ringer.

"But I'd like to see your body, darling," he tried to smile as he pressed the material between his thumb and forefinger, then his hand trembled as he pulled the robe back just far enough to reveal the completeness of her areola and that pert nipple. "You never knew about the many times I've hurt inside because I couldn't let you know how much I wanted to look at you."

She didn't say anything as she stood there and let him look at her naked titty. She couldn't even smile back at him. However, she couldn't keep herself from breathing faster and faster as her eyes danced with the sparkle of sinful lust.

He looked straight into her eyes as his fingers dropped the robe back into place, then his hand moved to her sash tie. Ever so slowly he pulled one of the ties as the bowknot loosened, giving her plenty of time to protest or stop him-she did neither.

The knot slipped loose, then her robe gaped from top to bottom, exposing her glorious nakedness to his exploring eyes. He stood there for a moment, his gaze softly caressing her sensual beauty, then he slipped the dangling robe from her shoulders and let it fall to the floor.

"God, you look good! You're the most sensual female I've ever seen," his voice quivered, his cock soaring to a hardness which had never been possible till now. "It scares the hell out of me to stand here and look at you like this; I feel so insecure."

"Feel what you want," she suggested in a sinful purr. "But don't ever feel insecure around me, please!"

Was this another invitation? Was she suggesting what he hoped she was? Maybe she'd meant it emotionally and not literally, ft really made no difference this late in the game; he'd passed the point of no return with his daughter-in-law the moment her robe fell open before his eyes. He had to fondle those beautiful boobs and that's all there was to it. He suddenly hoped she'd understand his need; it'd be bad to get thrown out of the house before he had time to move in.

His hand trembled more than it had when he loosened her robe and let it fall to the floor. He could hardly control himself as he reached out to her firm but fleshy mounds. The back of his finger teased at one of those erect nipples, then when he saw her areola wrinkle with desire he moved to the other one and brought it to a pert hardness. She moaned as her hands moved to his robe, then he knew she wanted him as much as he wanted her.

Both his hands were upon her naked titties, kneading their tender flesh as she loosened his robe and pushed it off his shoulders. He'd gathered her into his arms and started for her bedroom before his robe had even touched the floor. It was too late for either of them.