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 Sheryl 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. Sheryl 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 and tossed her the key ring. It bounced off her left boob to the floor where she stared at it without care. Sheryl 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.”

Sheryl tried to focus on 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 Kurt 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. Sheryl put toe to heel and pushed them off her feet then bent over to massage her toes, “Damn shoes are tight! My little toes were bent in and squished against the next one and now they hurt; 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 me 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, Sheryl’s husband. He was on a research assignment in Iceland studying volcanic structures under sea ice. He’d been gone three months and wasn’t expected back for another four. Except for one paid trip home, Sheryl 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 was uneasy my wife would wake up and find her twenty-three-year-old daughter-in-law blitzed out of her gourd. My wife hates being woken up before daylight. Sheryl rolled to her back then held an arm up to me, I reached for her outstretched hand and pulled her up to a half-crouch then lifted her and threw her over my shoulder like a pirate abducting a damsel. The young woman 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 Sheryl, 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 a drunk bitch and be a sleeping bitch.”

She looked up at me, concern and distress filling 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’re a bitch, and you’re bitching up my night.”

That she wasn’t offended by my calling her a bitch was a reflection of the affinity my daughter-in-law and I had, I wasn’t being mean or vicious, and she knew it. Undaunted by my fake scorn, Sheryl 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. I scooted my ass farther down so her ankle was on my lap so the view was better and picked up her foot. I started squeezing and flexing her toes and foot while enjoying the up-skirt scenery. Sheryl quickly succumbed to the foot massage and relaxed to enjoy my manipulations. She closed her eyes and began to croon softly, “ooo – ahhh – ssssss, god that’s nice!” While my fingers were busy, I was staring at the soft curve of her thighs and the form of her cloth-shielded pussy and my cock started to grow.

I fingered her left foot for a few minutes, working gradually from her toes to her ankle then the calves, kneading skin and muscles while she basked in an alcohol-enhanced state of bliss. She roused enough to tell me, “Okay, the other foot,” then lifted her leg from my hands and rolled to her stomach so the other leg was available for my attention. She was face down, arms cradled a pillow for her head, her right leg was bent at the knee, her calf and foot perpendicular to the bed. Again her skirt was riding high enough I had a clear view, this time of her ass. My prick, which had become a full-blown hard-on, flexed and spit a bubble of lube into my shorts as I eyed her firm round cheeks. On an impulse, I stood away from Sheryl and reached for the top of her pantyhose, and started to pull them down. She rolled her head to me and caught my eyes so I explained, “I can’t feel your foot right.” She accepted the pathetic excuse and raised her hips and let me pull the nylons off her legs. I threw the hosiery to the floor and resumed my place next to her. She flopped her foot down on my thigh, but before I started on it, I folded her skirt up so her ass was exposed, she didn’t object.

I may have been relieving the stress in her feet, but my stress levels were skyrocketing as I watched and heard Sheryl enjoying the footwork. She began to moan and roll her back, grinding her groin against the mattress. It looked like she was getting aroused so I slapped her firmly on the right butt cheek, “Hey, are you getting turned on?”

She jolted from the smack, uttered, “Ohh!” then turned her head and looked up at me for maybe five seconds then said through a drunken grin, “What if I am, you’re Nate’s dad, there’s nothing you can do about it.”

Daughter-in-law or not, the dare was in the statement, the challenge in her eyes. Both my hands were tenderizing the muscles of her lower leg just then so I moved one over her knee then trailed two fingers up the inside of her thigh until I pressed against the form of her pussy. I didn’t shy from the temptation, “Are you sure about that?” I asked. My cock was starting to hurt from the strain of unrestrained lust. Sheryl’s eyes fluttered shut and she bumped her hips and her legs eased a little wider, she didn’t resist.

I pressed even more on her pussy then moved my fingers through the leg band and touched the soft billowy flesh of her sex. Sheryl rocked her ass and gasped softly when I felt for her entrance. Two fingertips explored until I found my goal then I pushed in and started fingering her; she opened her mouth for more air as her blood warmed. The temperature between her legs increased and the gap between them widened as she moved her legs even more apart. I started undoing my pants with my free hand while plunging the other between her thighs. I juggled my pants to below my knees then got onto the bed over her back, the end of my erection kissed her butt. Sheryl twisted around to look at what had poked her on the ass, smiled drunkenly, then pulled her knees up which raised her hips off the bed, closer to the hard-on she was ready for. I went to my knees between her legs and pulled her panties to one side then with little effort and a lot of pleasure I pressed into her until my balls stopped me. Sheryl hissed a lungful of air then began to undulate her back, taking everything I put to her. She rolled her head to put blurry eyes on me and cautioned needlessly, “Don’t tell Nate.”

I returned the warning with, “Don’t tell your mother-in-law.” She shook her head and closed her eyes.

The longer I screwed Sheryl the more she relaxed. Gradually she lowered her body until she was again lying completely on the bed. In maybe five or six minutes she must have passed out because her eyes were closed and she wasn’t moving, she could have been a warm human sex doll. I paused long enough to wonder if I should pull out then decided to hell with it and jammed my cock into her as far as I could and emptied my balls, she didn’t tell me to be careful and she felt too good to pull from. I saturated Sheryl’s womb, slipped my sated boner from her then left her to sleep off the tequila.

I’d been up for a couple of hours when Sheryl came into the kitchen looking absolutely wrecked and hungover. My wife took one look at her and said, “What the hell did you do last night, you look like you should sleep the rest of the day.”