my daughter in law

As I sat there on the dresser chair I couldn’t help but think what an utter fool my son was.
Sure, he had amazed me many times over the years with his incredible stupidity, but today he had won first prize!
You see today was his wedding day and, with help from me, he had successfully negotiated all the hurdles of the big day until the very end of the evening reception and dance.
He had sidled up to me with his dumb expression on his face to “ask a favour”.
It turned out that he and his new bride had slipped upstairs to the hotel room set aside for changing clothes in order to change into travelling clothes so they could head off on their honeymoon, a 2 week cruise paid for by the bank of Dad. Just then, my asshole son realized he had left the tickets, passports etc back at home and he needed to rush off quickly to fetch them- “Lisa is not happy” he whined, “will you keep her company while I nip away and get the tickets?” he asked, “and for God’s sake don’t tell the in-laws, they don’t think much of me as it is, and this wont help any!”
And so I found myself sitting in the hotel room with Lisa, my new daughter in law, as we waited for my son to return.
Fortunately, Lisa and I got on pretty well and after the initial tears we settled down to chat, and drink the bottle of champagne thoughtfully left for the happy couple.
As the drinks worked their magic, I got more and more relaxed and I suppose it is this which made me utter those fateful words…
“you know Lisa, I don’t know if I should be telling you this, but you look really sexy in that wedding dress, and I cant help being just a bit jealous of my son”
Lisa sipped her champagne and replied” well thanks Mr Hewitt, but its more usual to tell the bride she looks pretty, rather than sexy, don’t you think?”
“well yes Lisa, you do look pretty, absolutely beautiful in fact. But the truth is, you look damn sexy as well”
And in my defence, she did.
Lisa was tall, slim and had long blond hair. She was a classic athlete shape I suppose, but for her breasts, which seemed unusually large for such a slim woman. Not that she flaunted herself at all- quite the reverse. She was usually very demure and dressed to conceal her figure, which I personally thought was a damn shame. It was only in fleeting glimpses as she stretched up to tie her hair back or when some other innocent movement had revealed what lay beneath her usually baggy, shapeless clothes.
Today was different though. After all it was her wedding day and she was dressed to impress! Of course she had the white dress, with all the lace trimmings, but what really was working for me was the tight waistline which flowed down over her slender hips, but curved up over her full breasts, with a slightly daring low cut at the front showing just enough cleavage to catch the eye.
Sure, Lisa was pretty, but there was no denying- she also looked truly fuckable.
The realization that I wanted to fuck my son’s bride was like a jolt to my system, and it was as if someone else took control of my mind as I heard myself saying,
“In fact Lisa, I think you are probably the most fuckable woman I have seen in a very long time”
“Mr Hewitt” she gasped, “I really don’t think you should be saying things like that to me, I’ve just married your son remember?”
“yeah, well my sons a well-known dick” I replied, “whereas I, on the other hand am known not for being a dick, but for the size of my dick”
Lisa could hardly believe her ears.