Two Nights alone with My Daughter-in-law

It was after one in the morning and I had just shut off the TV, getting ready for bed when the front door slammed open and Sherry almost fell through it. She started swearing while trying to extract the key from the lock but only succeeded in bending it, I saw her predicament and went to help. Sherry looked up at me with alcohol flooded eyes “Did I break my key?” Having asked that she pushed away from the door then tilted toward the sofa and managed to get to it before she fell flat on her face. My daughter-in-law was smashed. I pulled the twisted key from the lock then tossed her the key ring. It bounced off her left boob then to the floor where she stared at it without care.

Sherry looked up at me and stated the obvious “I’m drunk!” then fell to her side on the sofa and started to giggle while trying to open her coat buttons.

I cautioned her “You better be quiet, you’ll wake your mother-in-law and she won’t be happy to see you like this.”

Sherry looked up at me through a cascade of displaced hair “Why the fuck not? I’m home where I should be, what time is it? My goddamn watch is all fuzzy.”

“After one. What have you been doing, I thought you were out with Gina, did she get you drunk?”

“Stupid Fuck! A motherfucking stupid fuck! Gina and I were at a party at Mel’s house and he kept giving me drinks. I told him I didn’t want any but he kept filling my glass with tequila and limes so I drank them because the glass was full and it’s not polite to leave a full glass sitting around and I drank them all then Dale was all stupid ass happy and smiling and tried to get me into a bedroom but I told him no I was married and I started a fight then Gina drove me home and here I am so mom shouldn’t be mad.” She tried to focus on me “Should I tell her I’m home?”

Her coat joined her keys on the floor then her shoes were next. Sherry put toe to heel and pushed them off her feet then bent over to massage her toes “Fucking shoes are tight! My little toes were bent in and squished against the next one and now they hurt but it feels good to spread them out.” I watched as my son’s wife flexed the toes on her feet, they wriggled under the restriction of her nylon stockings. She looked up at then smiled lopsidedly “Do me a favor Dad?”

“What?”

“Rub my feet, make them feel better and I’ll kick Nate out and let you marry me.” Nate was my son, Sherry’s husband. He was on a job in Iceland studying marine mammals living under sea ice. He’d been gone three months and wasn’t expected back for another four. Except for one paid trip home Sherry and he were separated for seven months. My daughter-in-law was living with us to save money and not be alone while he was gone. She started to stand from the sofa but tipped to her left and rolled to the floor where she started to giggle again. She was making so much noise I knew my wife would wake up and find her twenty-three-year-old daughter-in-law blitzed out of her gourd. I reached for Sherry’s outstretched hand and pulled her up to a half crouch stand then lifted her up and threw her over my shoulder like a pirate abducting a damsel. My daughter-in-law twittered drunkenly then grabbed my ass with both hands as I carried her to her room. She had a vice like grip on my butt cheeks and when I tried to roll her off my shoulder to the bed she didn’t let go so I tumbled over and landed on top of her. Her breath smelled like an open bottle of hundred proof, her muscles were watery.

I pushed off her and stood “You need to sleep Sherry, I sure as hell wouldn’t want to have your head when you wake up.”

“Don’t go! You promised to rub my feet! You have to rub my feet.”

“I didn’t promise you anything. Now stop being drunk bitch and be a sleeping bitch.”

She looked up at me concern and distress filled her hazy eyes “I’m a bitch and you won’t rub my feet? They hurt from the shoes.”

What the fuck, I relented and sat on the bed next to her “Okay, lie back and stick your foot up, and yes, you are a bitch and you are bitching up my night.”

Undaunted by my scorn Sherry chirped a happy laugh then lifted her left leg high, stretched it over my head then down and across my lap “If being a bitch gets me my toes massaged that’s what I’ll be.” Just that fast I was sitting between the girl’s thighs; her skirt rose far enough I was getting a grand view of her cloth covered crotch. She seemed completely oblivious that she had just invited my eyes to explore under her skirt.