Daughter-in-Law wants a baby – Part 2

As I pulled in the driveway I was about to hit the button to raise the garage door when I remembered Nancy was most likely parked there. My daughter-in-law had been staying at our house whenever her husband, my son Todd, and I went out on our seminar tours. A rape and burglary had taken place a few doors down from their house last year and she was still nervous to stay home alone when Todd went out for an extended period.

I parked in the driveway, turned off the engine and just sat back. I needed to go inside and talk to my husband but I was not ready for the talk yet. He was not expecting me for another week so there was no hurry. Frankly I was not looking forward to it. There was going to be a lot of anger. I didn’t know if my marriage could withstand it.

I looked around the neighborhood. Except for one house all the lights were off. That house belonged to the busybody of the neighborhood. She was most likely sitting by the window, wondering why I had not gone in yet. She probably was also wondering what I was doing here in the first place at 1 in the morning. I had started driving as soon as the seminar finished for the day. Todd stayed behind and I drove alone. Fortunately it was Friday so I had the weekend to recover and not too long a drive.

And so I sat thinking. So much had happened in this last year. It’s hard to believe it has been a year. It was all so easy in the beginning. How did things get were they are now?

A year ago Todd and I were giving a seminar at the one of the state university campuses? We were teaching business management techniques to the university professors. It had been a long week. Half the professors thought the class was useless, had no practical application to what they did and the other half thought it was great.

It was Friday afternoon, the end of a long week and we, my son and I, would be staying the weekend and working with another group of professors the following week before we would have a chance to go home and relax for a few days.

The room had finally cleared out, it’s amazing how many questions some of these teachers can come up with, when my son came up to my side. He is such a handsome boy, correct that, young man. I shouldn’t be calling guy 6’ 2” a boy anyway. Several of the younger female professors had hit on him the past week, a couple of the older ones also.

“Hey mom, how about we grab a bite and I’ll take you out for a drink. There is a bar right around the corner from our hotel that a lot of the kids go to. They have a band. If you are good I’ll spin you around on the dance floor”.

I thought about it, it was enticing, “I don’t know honey. You showing up with an older lady, one old enough to be your mother”, I said with a laugh, “that’s going to cut out any action for you”.

Todd actually blushed. “Oh Mom. You’ll fit in fine. You look like you would be one of these girls’, he paused and smiled, “older sister”. Then the smile was replaced with a blank look, “I don’t need any action here. I would just like to have more at home”.

I started to ask what he meant but decided to keep ‘mother’ out of it when he quickly began putting papers away in his briefcase. Maybe I should go out for a drink later. He might open up without my prying. “Okay, you talked me into it, but I think I’ll pass on the dancing”.

We had a light dinner that evening and walked over to the bar. It was definitely popular with the University crowd. A band was playing and a small dance floor was full. I wasn’t too out of place. There were quite a few people around my age there. The older men were probably there to hit on the college girls. I recognized many of them as professors at the University: again, they were probably there to hit on the University girls.

Todd and I found a spot to sit and over the course of a few drinks we enjoyed the music, the band was actually pretty good, and watched the dancing. I think both of us were feeling a bit lonely and not ready to go back to empty hotel rooms so we nursed our drinks and watched the action, listened to music. We talked off and on. It finally came out that he and Nancy had been barely having sex the entire past year and he was getting frustrated. I thought welcome to my world. I was used to getting it on a regular basis when I was home but for the last year my husband seemed disinterested. I tried to explain to Todd about a woman having less of a sex drive after having a baby and that it would get better but he had already heard it.

“Mom, this started before the baby came. It was even before she got pregnant. We had been trying so hard for a couple of years and then in the course of a month we went from constantly to once or twice a month. I tried to talk to her about it but she didn’t want to talk about it. She just said things would get better. And now it’s been a few months and she is talking about getting pregnant again but I don’t know how that’s going to happen”.
He took a long drink, finishing it and added, “You have to have sex to get pregnant”.

“Give her some time. Having a new baby is a lot of work and if she wants another she knows the two of you will have to, uh, get together more often”.

Todd just nodded and ordered a couple more drinks for us and then fell silent.

Most of the action was not on the dance floor. It was amusing to watch the age-old game. Guys, young and old, in the mating dance: birds strutting around, fluffing their feathers, trying to attract the female while the females sit back, pretending to ignore them. I was about to lean over and ask Todd if he was ready to go back to the hotel when two young things walked up to our table. One of them asked Todd if he would like to dance with them while the other, just too good looking her own good, gave me that ‘what is this fine looking young man doing with an old lady like you’ look.

Todd looked at me, hesitated, and then looked back at the girls, “Thanks ladies, but my mom and I are just having a quick drink. We’re going to be leaving pretty soon”.

The girls quickly turned to me, and the one for whom I was beginning to develop a dislike said, “Your mother, how sweet. You don’t mind if your son dances with us for a bit do you”?

Now I really did not have a good reason to dislike her, other than the low-hip pants she was wearing, showing a lot of hip bone, and I knew she has to shave her pubic hair as it should be showing an inch or two, or the short floppy top she had on where if you leaned down one inch you were staring at the bottom of her perky tits. No, I did not have any reason to dislike her at all, but Todd was with me. He was mine for the evening. Was I getting jealous? I wasn’t sure but I knew Todd could use some fun. I turned to him and said, “Go ahead Todd. Have some fun. I still need to finish my drink”.

Before Todd could say anything the two girls pulled him out of his seat and dragged him out on the floor. Todd, always a bit self-conscious, started slowly but in less than a minute the three of them were really enjoying themselves. I thought the girls were grinding against him a bit too much.

They stayed out on the floor for a couple of numbers and then Todd went with them to their table. He motioned to me that he was going to have a drink with them. Todd sat at their table with one of the girls on each side. I watched as they talked animatedly, waiting for their drinks.

I looked around the room, bored, listening to the music and waited for Todd to finish. Now that I was alone I was antsy to leave. In one corner I noticed a table with two girls and two guys. It was one of the few tables that had a tablecloth. The two girls seemed to be arguing about something to the amusement of the guys. It was too noisy and too far away to have any idea what they were arguing about but it provided the only drama in the room. After a few minutes of arguing and pointing back and forth at each other one of the girls looked around the room and then slid down off her chair under the tablecloth. Just for a moment I wondered what she had dropped. Then it was obvious when the guy next to her got a goofy grin on his face and slouched down in his seat. Just thinking about it my face was getting hot and I was getting the beginning of that tingle between my legs.

When I looked back at Todd’s table I saw the girl, who was destined not to be my best friend, put her hand under the table on Todd’s thigh. He was saying something to the other girl and did nothing to stop the action under the table. I could feel the anger build up in me. Who did she think she was, putting a move on my guy, well my son that is, right in front of me. As I watched, waiting for Todd to do something, the girl turned towards me and saw me watching. I could swear she smiled. She moved her hand up until it had to be right on Todd’s dick and then turned back to Todd who was still talking to the other girl. And then my mind took a wild turn, I wondered what it would be like, feeling Todd’s cock get hard in my hand: getting hard because I was rubbing it. Stop it. You are just horny. Your son is not the answer. But then I thought, if he wasn’t, then maybe I didn’t understand the question.

I was just getting up when I felt a hand on my shoulder. “Cheryl”. Oh crap. It had to be the one jerk in our class. He was good looking, had charm, but knew it. I had no doubt he used it on all the girls in his classes, and probably had much success. “What a surprise to see you here. I would have guessed you went home over the weekend”. He motioned to the empty chair beside me, “May I join you”?

Unfortunately he also had clout at the University. I forced myself to smile and nodded, “Gary isn’t it? I’m going to be going in a minute, but until then”.

“No, it’s Grayson”. I saw a flash of irritation just for an instant on his face as he sat down. I knew his name but another professor had told me it was a good way to get his goat. He put his charming smile back on his face and pointed at my drink, “Can I get you another one”?

I shook my head, “I’ve several ahead of you. I’d better stop while I still can”.

I looked back at Todd. The girls were sitting right up against him now, and while the one girl was very noticeably rubbing his cock under the table, the other girl, while I was watching, took one of Todd’s hands and pulled it over and rested in on her thigh. She was wearing a very short skirt. I was surprised when Todd did not move his hand away. The girl must have expected Todd would take the hint and take it from there because after a minute she reached back under the table and pushed his hand higher, up under her skirt. Apparently she was of the impression that my son was a gynecologist.

“Todd seems to be getting lucky”. I turned around at the words. Grayson was looking over at the table where Todd was sitting. Then I felt Grayson’s hand on my thigh; pretty high on my thigh in fact. If I wasn’t of the opinion that his pen had been dipped in just about every inkwell on campus I could have been tempted. Just watching the girls with Todd was getting me hot.

Just as his hand began moving even higher I slipped my hand under the table and sank some nails into the top of his hand. It must have hurt, I heard him suck in his breath. “You should remove that before I leave you with a bloody stump”.

Grayson quickly removed his hand. “I just thought that you might be lonely, what you being out on the road all the time, and would like some company. Why else would you be here. No disrespect intended”.

I looked around the room and back at Grayson, “I’m fine. I think you will have better success out there”.

Without another word Grayson got up with his drink, nodded to me, mumbled something that sounded like ‘frigid bitch’, and went over to another table where several girls were seated. They must have known him and made room for him to sit down.

I looked back at Todd. The one girl was still rubbing his dick like it was a rabbits foot and she needed all the luck she could get. I was surprised she did not have it out of Todd’s pants by now jerking him off. Maybe she had, it had been a while since I last looked. The only thing saving him right now might be that their table did not have a tablecloth. Though it did not look like he was asking to be saved.

The other girl now seemed to be searching for something in Todd’s ear with her tongue. Todd was just slouched back in his chair with his eyes closed and one of those goofy guy grins on his face. His eyes opened slowly and he looked up to see me, across the room, watching what was going on. He pulled his hand from under the one girls skirt and pushed the other girl’s hand away from his cock. He spoke quickly to the girls and began getting up. They were pissed. They had some time invested and it was all going to waste. But they were young and had the right tools. They would find another opportunity in a minute or so.

At Todd walked towards me I noticed he was having some difficulty walking. It took me a moment to figure out he was trying to conceal his erection. Either that or his balls were so swollen he was trying to keep them from exploding.