Ted Leonard - Humping pumping housewife

"Thank you," she purred.

After Bob was gone, Karen just basked in the afterglow of her cummy pleasure, and the only sounds in the house were her soft panting and Tom's loud snoring.

A few minutes later, she stopped petting her tits and pussy, got her robe, and dragged it behind her into the bedroom. She slipped into bed, smiling, and, being far from frustrated tonight, she curled up like a contented kitten and slept like a baby.

She slept so good, in fact, that she didn't even wake up to fix Tom's breakfast or his lunch. And she wasn't worded about it, either. She rolled out of bed at noon.

She was feeling so good that she decided to treat herself to a nice brunch at a cozy restaurant down the street. So, after showering and powdering her pussy, she put on a bikini bra and panties – the blue set today – and topped it with a short white miniskirt and a tight little T-shirt.

Slipping her feet into matching sandals, she tucked a five-dollar bill into the waistband of her skirt, and went to the door. She almost bumped into her father-in-law, Jim Smith.

"Dad!" she gasped, with a startled hand to her tits.

"Hi, Karen," he said. "Where are you off to?"

"Nowhere special," she said. "Come on m. I'll fix coffee. What brings you way out here?"

"Just thought I'd drop in," he called when she was in the kitchen.

"Well, sit down, Dad. I'll be right there." She put her money on the counter and carded a tray inside. Jim was in Tom's recliner chair, so she served him there, then sat on the sofa and put the tray on the coffee table in front of her.

It wasn't like her father-in-law to drive all this way for a visit, not without Eleanor, so Karen suspected there was more to it. She was right. Jim was concerned about her.

Sipping his coffee, he said, "Look, Karen. I know you swore Eleanor to secrecy, but we don't have any secrets. And this isn't something that should be kept secret, anyway."

Oh, no, Karen thought. Eleanor must have told him about all her teary calls about her heartbreaking sex life with Tom. That was supposed to be confidential!

"I'm embarrassed," she said, and avoided his eyes.

"Don't be embarrassed about a thing like that," he said in a very nice way. "I want to help you. When I heard about Tom's drinking, I almost came over to kick his ass. Now that I know he's been neglecting you, I think I will kick his ass!"

"Oh, Dad!" she cried. "I don't want any trouble. He can't help it. When he gets drunk, he just can't… well… you know."

Jim got heated about it and blurted, "He can't help it? That dumb son-of-a-bitch has a gorgeous young wife like you, and he doesn't even make love to you at least once a day! I must have raised a complete idiot!"

Once a day! Just the thought of Tom fucking her once a day gave her goose bumps. That would be fantastic! But it was a pipe dream. She'd never be that lucky, she was sure of that.

She sighed and her tits rose up in her T-shirt.

"I'll be all right," she said unconvincingly. "Maybe it'll pass."

"Maybe, hell," Jim said. "I'm here to see that it does. If it's all right with you, I'd like to sleep on your sofa for a few days. I want to watch this boy."

Karen didn't really like the idea of having him around the house day and night, but his heart was in the right place, so she couldn't refuse.

"I just don't understand that boy. I just don't understand him." And he looked at Karen so hard that she felt that she was naked. "He's got a centerfold doll here at home, and he goes out to drink!"

Karen's ears burned and she couldn't keep her tits still under his hot gaze. He was so heated up about this.

"Slow down, Dad, slow down. I'm not that pretty!"

"Says you!" he rasped hotly. "You're modest. You don't know how perfectly scrumptious you are. You've never had anyone tell you how luscious you are, how delicious you look, how you make a man's mouth water!"

It took her breath away.

"Dad," she whispered. "I've never heard you talk like that. I didn't know you felt that way about me."

"Well, I'm mad!" he said hotly. His eyes burned into her jutting tits, slim waist, and almost totally naked legs. "God, what a waste!"

His horny outburst so overwhelmed Karen that she didn't know if she wanted to pee or cum. She knew he was a horny old goat with Eleanor – Tom told her that – but she never dreamed he had horny feelings for her. Not that horny?

A girl in her condition couldn't help but melt under the heat of his gaze and very hot words. No man, not even Tom during their honeymoon, had ever made her feel so desirable, so sexy, so hot.

She didn't know if this was the love of a man for his daughter-in-law, or just the seething lust of an old guy for a young girl. Either way, though, it reduced Karen to a puddle of liquid sex. Her pussy got very hot.

"I don't think we should talk about this any more," she said, trembling.

But Jim's eyes caressed her all over, and his sympathy got to her, and she went all weak and helpless. Touched all the way down to her pussy, she let the tears flow. "Ohhh, Dad, I've been so miserable," she sniffled.

He came over to her and sat with her and pulled her head to his broad, powerful chest, and she shuddered against him, and her hand accidentally fell into his lap. She quickly drew it away from a very thick cock. She sobbed a little while longer.

Comfortable in his big arms now, she sniffled and said, "I feel like such a baby, crying like this."

"Go ahead," he said, stroking her slender back, "it'll relieve tension. You need release. All those emotions pent up. It isn't healthy for a vibrant young girl like you."

"Oh," she purred. "You're such a comfort."

There was a hot moment then when his cock grew longer and the end of it touched her fingers which were resting on his thigh. It was hot. And wet. She saw a wet spot appear in his pants right before her lowered eyes, and it took her breath away.

Then she saw his big hand coming over to her heaving tits and she was helpless to stop it. She wanted to say no or something, but her tongue was tied and her tits reached out to him.

She caught her breath when his large fingers stroked a tit and made it respond with a quiver. And she moaned when he toyed with her nipples right through her T-shirt and flimsy bra. They got so hard for him that they made small bumps of their own.

"Let me help you, kitten," he said so huskily that she surrendered immediately. She lost her breath as he got her down on the sofa, all weak and hot.

If she had thought he was overdoing it with his compliments before, her doubts disappeared as he slowly ravished her whole body.

He licked her pouty lips until they buzzed, and lashed her tongue as he pulled her T-shirt up to her chin. Then he gazed at her tits in their cute little bra – just two small blue triangles of flimsy material – and he sucked her spiking nipples right through it at first.

Even as he sucked, he inched a triangle off her jutting tit, and sucked that one as he removed the other triangle. Then her tits were all naked and he licked them and nibbled them and sucked them until even she believed they were juicy and luscious, like he said.

Like a man at a feast, he ate her tits with such relish that she body thought he'd make them cum. They sure felt like they could cum.

It was all so juicy that she suddenly and wantonly ached to give him her pussy, father-in-law or no father-in-law. All she knew as she bathed in sucky tit-pleasure was that she wanted him to have her furry, luscious pussy.

As if he sensed that – or maybe he saw her belly humping and writhing – he slowly drew her short skirt way up as he sucked her arching tits. And the next thing she felt was his hot lips kissing their way down her twisty young body.