Unknown - Mother Eager Beaver

"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."