Donna, the daughter in law.

In the days that followed, Donna was strangely quiet. She and

Bob came by for dinner and a visit but she smiled demurely and

played the loving daughter-in-law. I was getting more than curious.

I found myself answering the phone, expecting to hear her sultry,

sexy comments.


A business trip took me out of town for two weeks. By the time

I returned I was ready for Thursday and the afternoon sex with

Jenny. Wednesday was interminable. I made a couple of advances at

Jenny during the afternoon and she shrugged them off politely.


As Thursday morning dragged toward lunch time, I caught Jenny

looking at me with hunger in her eyes. I smiled and licked my lips.

The office started to empty and I made a quick trip to the

bathroom; combed my hair and loosened my tie. I stepped back into

the office and stopped in my tracks.


Donna sat on the couch, large eyes staring innocently back at

me. She was wearing those funny faded looking jeans and a large

baggy shirt that was the fashion with the teenage girls I had seen

in the mall. High topped sneakers on her feet and all her hair

pulled into a one sided pony tail, completed the costume. Had I not

known her, I would have taken her for a fifteen or sixteen year

old.


“Hi, Daddy,” she chirped. She was smacking gum and staring

round eyed at me.

“Uh, hello, Donna.” Speaking was a struggle. I could feel the

blood pounding in my temples and pumping to gorge my dick.

“This is a nice office, Daddy,” she squeaked in character.


She bounded off the sofa and to the window. Pressing her pug

nose to the glass, she stared out from the fifteenth floor. She

pushed her hands into her pockets. That motion pulled the shirt up

and I could see her round little ass wrapped in tight denim. My

cock throbbed.


I looked around toward the door. I suddenly remembered Jenny.

I did not need for her to burst into the office, tearing her

clothes off.

“Don’t look for your secretary,” Donna chimed without turning

from the window.

I looked back her.

“She’s out to lunch with her husband.” Donna looked knowingly

over her shoulder.

“Have you had lunch?” I asked.

“Nope.” She had turned and was leaning back against the

window.

I could almost feel the heat of her body from ten feet away.

I could feel the heat in her eyes. She licked her pink lipstick and

glanced down at my crotch. Her dark eyes came back to mine and she

smiled.


“How about if I had my Daddy for lunch?” she asked.

“Why do you continue to play this ‘Daddy Game’?”

“Is it a game?” She licked her lips again and stared at me.

“Is it? Do you have some dark unrequited incestuous desire?”

I stepped to the desk and sat on the end of it. I could smell her

‘bubble gum’ perfume. The heat was rising fast in my blood.

“Maybe I sense some dark desire in you to fulfill.” Her hands

were back in her pockets, her arms squeezing in, making her breasts

thrust out.


“I don’t have a daughter,” I retorted.

“Doesn’t mean you can’t have the fantasy!” She turned her back

and crossed to the bathroom and closed the door behind her.

I stared at the dark, rich wood of the door.