Daughter-in-law fuck daddy
Just as she always did, Lisa stopped in the doorway and told my son to go and start the car for her. And just like always, he did. Just like always, she made sure that Charlie wasn’t looking and turned back to give me a goodbye kiss. And before she did, just like always, Lisa cupped my face in her hand and whispered in my ear, “You can take me if you want to.”
She gave me a quick peck on the cheek and turned and walked down the sidewalk to the car and her husband.
I shook my head in amazement. Admiring her cool. Missed opportunities. Wishing I was younger. Wondering what went on inside their marriage. Imagining actually taking her up on her offer.
Lisa had met my son in college. I didn’t know at first just what had attracted them to each other. She wasn’t particularly beautiful, but she was pretty enough, with long dark hair and had a killer set of legs. She wore glasses, and they gave her the air of a librarian, which fit her personality to a “T.” Lisa was a quiet girl, with a soft laugh and a gentle soul. The more I got to know her, the more I got to like her. Still waters, and all that. (more…)