Unknown - Mother Eager Beaver

"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."