Decorating Favour For My Son

Bob sat on his sofa, his TV was on but he wasn't taking too much notice of it. It was just noise in the background, while he scrolled through his phone. While doing so it started to ring. It was Dave, his son.

"Hey Dad, how are you doing?" Dave asked, "I was hoping you could do me a favour."

Bob asked what the favour was, and Dave asked if he could do some painting and decorating at their house. Bob agreed, it would relieve a little boredom if nothing else. Dave had bought it around six months ago, cheap as it needed a lot of work done to it. Dave had been renovating it himself, bit by bit, room by room, getting tradespeople in to do the jobs that he couldn't. Bob himself had been a painter and decorator for all of his working life, but after his wife passed away a couple of years ago he'd sold his small business for enough to keep him living comfortably.

"I'm at a work conference or I'd do it myself," Dave had told him.

Bob had replied that it was fine, it would be easier got him to do it and get done quicker as he could work on it all day rather than around work like Dave would have to. He already had a key, and after finding out his son would be out early on Monday morning, told him that he'd go around and measure up and see how much paint and wallpaper would be needed. Dave insisted on paying Bob for the materials and his time but Bob laughed and said it would be fine, it would give him something to do.

Although he only planned to scope out the job Bob had packed his boiler suit that he wore when painting, and as it was a hot morning he wore only shorts and an old t-shirt. He parked on the drive and let himself in, then set his bag down. Taking his notebook a pencil, and a measuring tape, he went up the stairs to where the room was that needed wallpapering.

When he got to the landing he thought he could hear talking from one of the other rooms, and peered through the half-open door. He saw Lucy, Dave's wife, sitting on a computer chair, facing a table with a laptop on it. She wore a white blouse and a black skirt and Bob noticed she had nylon-clad legs and black heels. He also noticed the dark bra under the sheer blouse.

He chuckled to himself. Lucy was a pleasant enough girl, quiet and unassuming but polite with him, but didn't initiate conversations. Bob couldn't remember if she'd ever started a conversation with him, he'd always been the one taking the lead. She was reasonably pretty in a plain sort of way, and always dressed down, usually in loose clothing to stop people looking at her. Bob looked again at the blouse, towards her bra, and wondered if she knew that whoever she was talking to could see it too, or was it just the light giving him that view?

"Hi Lucy, good morning," he called out.

Lucy ignored him, and he called out again, still getting no reply. She turned her head a little and he saw the ear-pods she was wearing, and chuckled again, realising why she hadn't answered. He listened for a few seconds, and it sounded like she was in some kind of meeting judging by what she was saying. He went and measured up and then when going to leave, popped his head around the door again, but Lucy was still talking.

"Hi Dad, how did it go today?" Dave asked when he phoned him later that night.

"Yes, productive day. I went and bought the wallpaper ready, and some paint, and should make a start tomorrow," Bob told him.

"Oh, by the way, Lucy was at home today," he continued.

"Oh was she?" Dave replied, "She does work from home sometimes, usually when she has online meetings. I leave her to it as she uses headphones that block out surrounding noise."

That explained the outfit Bob thought, and why she hadn't heard him at all. Although Dave had told him that, when he entered the house the next day he could hear her talking from upstairs as soon as he was through the front door. The bedroom door was most of the way open, and even though he saw that she had proper headphones on today, he still called out to say hello.

He shook his head at himself, of course, she wasn't going to answer. At least she had dressed a little better today, still nylon-clad legs but a full-length navy dress, not see-through like yesterday's top had been. He stood and watched for a few seconds to see if she noticed him, but when he realised she was engrossed in her conversation he took the paint into the next room, then went down to get the wallpaper. Once they were moved, he went down to the kitchen to make a drink.

"No, you know how things work," he heard her raised voice cry out, "You have to pay first if you want me to agree."

His mind whirred, wondering what was up, he could hear a little anger in her voice. He went up and peered through the door, but now she was smiling so he assumed things were okay. Bob started painting, doing the edges first, then heard her voice almost shouting now, so he went to check again.

As he stood in the doorway he heard her laptop ping, and she smiled. He couldn't see the screen properly as she blocked his view, but he stood transfixed as she undid the top two buttons on her dress. He heard her mutter something and the laptop pinged again. She undid another two buttons and then stood up. Bob noticed a mirror that allowed him to view her side-on, and he saw how the dress fell open at the front, and he gasped realising she wore no bra.

Lucy, his daughter-in-law, normally prim and proper, normally quiet, was showing her naked breasts to whoever was on the other end of the laptop. Even from his view, he could tell they were bigger than he'd given her credit for, and firmer too, seemingly not needing a bra to hold them up. She normally wore her hair up but not today, the almost white blonde tresses cascading down over her shoulders, her usual plain look transformed with just a little black eyeshadow and eyeliner to highlight her eyes, and lipstick that lit up her pale skin.

He watched as her hands moved over her nipples, and he heard her ask if it was enough to seal the deal. She giggled at whatever the answer had been, and as the laptop pinged once more she undid the rest of her buttons. Now the dress fell open, just the merest hint of her labia between her legs, not the slightest hint of any pubic hair showing as she continued to play with her nipples.

"If you want to, then you have to provide for me. The link is on the screen, everything is next-day delivery," he heard her say, "just order before 5 pm."

She started to turn and Bob turned away and softly moved back into the room next door, where he carried on with his painting. He heard Lucy pack up her laptop and then the sound of her shutting the front door as she left the house.

"Dave, what exactly is the work that Lucy does?" Bob asked his son that evening.

"Well she does a lot of admin, so she's always on her laptop. It's something to do with sales, that's all I know, she had to sign a disclosure to not talk about what they are working on," Dave answered.

Hmm. Bob wondered if there were many days like today maybe that's why she kept quiet. She'd certainly gone further than he'd expected to gain a sale anyway, but if it worked that so be it. Anyway, he'd got to get a view of her great body so he shouldn't complain. He found himself wishing he'd taken a few pictures while he had the chance, then chuckled and reminded himself that it was his daughter-in-law he was thinking about.

Even so, he was a little disappointed the following day when Lucy wasn't home, but at least it gave him the chance to get some painting done. He'd covered all the walls and had made a drink and took it back upstairs while the paint dried, then heard the front door open.

"Yes, just back now. Yes, I'll get it, I'll be with you in around five minutes," he heard her saying as she mounted the stairs.

He kept quiet while she walked around her bedroom, the sounds of drawers opening and the wardrobe being opened broke the silence. After a few minutes, he heard the ping of the laptop.

"Yeah, all good, it's gone through, ready then?" Lucy said.

Bob sneaked slowly across the landing, the door half open, this time he couldn't quite see the mirror but could see a headphone over one ear. He moved around the door slightly and gasped loudly, then froze. Lucy didn't hear him and turned around, the headphones blocking the sound of him out. He'd gasped because she stood in front of the laptop wearing a black nylon body stocking, almost all of her covered in sheer material. Not only that, but she stuck a realistic-looking dildo on the desk between herself and the laptop.

"Hmm, nice and thick, he might not fit in my mouth," Lucy purred.

Keeping her eyes on the laptop she bent and licked the end of the dildo, running her tongue around the tip, telling whoever was on the laptop that he tasted good.

"That's it, wank your cock into my mouth," Bob heard her say.

Her mouth slid down over the dildo, still keeping focus on the screen, and after around ten minutes she slid a hand down between her legs. She cried out as her orgasm flew through her body, then stood and smiled at the laptop.

"You want to go again? Ooh, further. You know how much that will cost, let me see your money baby," she giggled.

The laptop pinged shortly after and Lucy giggled again.

"No, hubby doesn't know, but that makes it all the more exciting, doesn't it? Especially if you imagine you're actually going to, imagine you're here with me," she said towards the screen.

She giggled again and Bob heard her ask where. He watched as she took the dildo from the desk and stuck it onto the chair behind her. The chair was wooden, with slats at the back, blocking the view a little but Bob could still see enough as Lucy lowered onto the dildo. She altered the screen of the laptop a little to face her better, then started to ride.

She groaned as the dildo slid into her, almost effortlessly, despite telling her willing viewer how much he stretched her, and how much bigger than her hubby he was. She pulled her nipples roughly, urging him on, her buttocks squashing against the seat with each thrust. She cried out loudly, unaware of a lurking presence, Bob now wanking his cock watching the scene play out in front of him. Absent-mindedly, he found himself, like the laptop viewer, wishing it was his cock that his son's wife was bouncing on.

"Oh, oh, are you done already?" he heard Lucy say.

She stopped dead, the dildo deep inside her still, and he heard her tell her laptop viewer that it was okay, he'd paid and if he was fulfilled then that was what he had paid for. The laptop pinged again and she told him now to worry, it didn't matter that she hadn't cum again, it was about him and not her, and she had to go now. As Bob moved away from the door he heard her tell someone that she could accommodate his request, but he'd need to buy the items from the link, and then be online in around 24 hours time, they'd both get a notification that they'd arrived.

Not knowing if she was about to continue he sneaked down the stairs and opened the door. He went to his van, picked up a couple of other tools, and went back and rang the doorbell. He jumped a little when Lucy answered the door, he'd expected her to still have the headphones on, but she stood before him wearing her dress again, looking a little dishevelled.

"Oh, erm, hi Bob," she told him, "what are you doing here?"

"I'm doing some painting, didn't Dave tell you?" Bob answered, "Maybe he was expecting you to be at work so didn't bother."

He followed her upstairs, noticing that her legs were still clad in nylon, and she stopped when she saw the walls painted.

"Have you been here already today?" she quizzed, a slight look of shock on her face.

"No," Bob lied, "I did this yesterday, I just came back to check the colour now it's dried."

"Did you know I was in yesterday?" Lucy asked.

"Yes, I heard you working in your bedroom, talking to clients presumably," Bob said, "I did say Hi but you had ear pods in."

He noticed a little grimace on her face even though she tried to hide it from him.

"Are you here tomorrow at all?" she asked, biting her lip as she finished.

"Probably," Bob told her, noticing the slight look of anguish on her face, "maybe just in the morning though."

She smiled a little sigh of relief on her face, then changed the subject by asking if he wanted a drink. As she went down to make one, Bob walked into her bedroom. He must have disturbed her earlier when he rang the bell, the chair was moved slightly and there were indentations on the edge of the bed where it looked like her feet had been resting. He slid his fingers along the front edge of the chair where a trail of her juices lay, and licked the sweet nectar from his fingers.

"There you go," Lucy told him, handing him a mug when she came back in.

"Do you have any more work today?" Bob asked, pointing at the laptop.

"Erm, no, but I did do a decent deal earlier and have something very good lined up for tomorrow," she answered before blushing slightly.

He told her he'd leave her to it, and went to the next bedroom. The paint was almost dry, it would likely need another coat, he'd get that done easily first thing tomorrow. He went back downstairs where Lucy sat watching TV, her legs now bare, hair back up in a bun and looking very prim and proper again, like butter wouldn't melt. You don't fool me, Bob thought, I saw you earlier on.

While he sat watching TV himself that night he took his phone out swiped the screen and clicked, until he found it. He'd managed to take one solitary picture of his daughter-in-law, the dildo half out of her, right before she'd finished. Bob took out his cock, and wanked thinking about fucking his daughter-in-law.

He was early the following morning, half hoping to see Lucy before and after she dressed, to see what she was wearing. He was a little surprised when she was up and about already, dressed in a similar blouse but in cream this time. She topped it off with a pencil skirt, but he did notice the nylon-clad legs again. She let him in with a smile, asked how long he thought he might be, and then made him a drink.

She kept coming in and out and chatting, very unlike her usual self. Normally you couldn't get two words out of her. Without making it obvious, Bob asked what time her meeting was. Lucy gave him a puzzled look.

"You said you had a deal lined up for today?" he responded.

"Oh yeah, that," she answered, "later on, I'm waiting on a delivery first, and then I have to phone him. Probably in around an hour or so."

Bob told her he'd be finished just before then, and he saw Lucy smile at the news. He looked at the clock and when he thought it was right, he told her that he'd done for the day and she followed him downstairs.

"Bye, see you tomorrow," Bob told her as he left.

He'd parked deliberately in the street where he could see her bedroom window. He watched as she kept walking into sight, along the windows, the cream blouse removed at one point. He caught a glimpse of a black bra, her hair now down and loose again, and watched as she applied lipstick. He saw her walk past the windows one last time, wearing something black, and after not seeing her for about ten minutes he got out of the car.

He'd already set in motion a plan for why he was back in the house but opened the door quietly. He didn't need to speak, as soon as he opened the front door he could hear Lucy talking louder than she needed to. He moved up the stairs and carefully pushed the door open a little more than it already was, then gasped.

She wore a black Basque, leather look with a zip front, with suspender clips hanging down, fastened to black sheer stockings. Her feet rested on the desk in front of her, black high heels pointing at the camera. From his side view, Bob could already tell that she had removed her undies. He could hear the excitement in her voice as she talked to the person on the laptop.

"Yeah, it arrived, I have them both here," she giggled, holding up the flesh-coloured dildo from yesterday, and a black one to match, also realistic looking.

The laptop pinged, and Lucy adjusted the screen to face down a little more. He heard her say that it was ready to start now the funds had been sent, and she slid the black dildo down between her legs while watching the screen.

"It's a very good match," she giggled again, "although yours looks bigger on the screen."

She groaned loudly as the dildo slid over her clit, and she arched her back so she could push it just an inch into her pussy, paused a little and then slowly traced it back up over her clit.

"That's up to you, you're in charge, you're the one who's paid," she said.

The guy on the laptop must have spoken, and she told him she was at his disposal. She pushed the chair back a little and raised her legs more. This time the dildo was pushed deep inside her, slowly as she could manage so she could still watch the screen. Bob heard her say she would match his strokes, so he knew the guy on the screen was wanking and watching her. He didn't blame him, she looked fucking hot, and he pulled out his own erection and started wanking too.

"God no!" Lucy laughed suddenly, "It's no good using the other and pretending it's my hubby. For starters, he wouldn't join in, and secondly, he's not got a high sex drive like me so it's one shot and done. I have to masturbate a lot."

Well okay, I suppose I could pretend that you have a friend there, maybe he's just caught us and it's my way of keeping him quiet, so to speak," Lucy continued.

Bob watched on as she took the flesh-coloured dildo and slid it effortlessly into her mouth. She fucked her mouth with it at the same pace as the black dildo slid into her pussy. After a while she took her hand from the dildo, leaving it in her mouth, and rubbed frantically at her clit until she came. She sat, her body trembling, then removed the dildo.

"There's some cum on your screen," she giggled, "Ooh, you want to go again already?"

She listened to what he was asking and then nodded and said yes. Bob watched as she took the black dildo and then stuck it to the desk, then pushed the laptop back a little further. She used the chair to climb up, then facing the screen squatted onto the dildo.

She rode the dildo, playing with her nipples as she did so, Bob couldn't tell if her viewer could see this as the screen seemed to be pointing directly at her filled pussy. She rode the dildo, again saying she would copy his pace until she paused again.

"I can do that, that's no problem, but it will cost you more," she called out.

The laptop pinged again, and she smiled. Taking the other dildo she stuck it to the desk next to the other, then lined them up as she squatted over them both. Bob gasped as he realised what she was about to do. Not wanting to miss this he took out his phone and watched as she lowered her hips, groaning loudly as the dildos pushed into both her pussy and arse.

He paused a little, she'd changed angles now with her knees on the desk. Still stroking his cock with one hand, he started to take pictures with his phone in the other. Although he thought he'd checked, he heard the camera click at the same time as the flash went off.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck," Lucy cried out as she opened her eyes and saw Bob standing in the doorway.

She slid a hand down and rubbed hard at her clit, staring directly at Bob's cock, a devilish look in her eyes. She cried out as she came, somehow managing to tell her viewer to carry on. When she opened her eyes again, she put a finger to her mouth to tell Bob to keep quiet.

She rode the dildos still, eyes locked on Bob, biting her lip. She seemed to have forgotten her viewer until his voice made her jump, and she told him she had a surprise for the ending. She beckoned Bob closer to her, pointing where he had to stand, and she told her viewer to tell her when he was going to cum. She lowered her top half more so Bob's cock pointed at her face, and hearing his voice told Bob as quietly as she could cum on her face.

Bob's hand was a blur, who she was had long since been forgotten as he wanked furiously, watching as her hand slid between her legs again until she nodded to him. He groaned and started to cum, shooting line after line of cum over Lucy's face while she orgasmed again. Finished, he stepped back and admired his handiwork. Lucy slowly slid off the dildos and turned to face the camera.

"No hubby isn't here, nobody is, I just wanted to add a little extra reality to you wanting to cum on my face," she said, "haha, no extra charge," she laughed.

She closed down the laptop screen shortly after and turned to face Bob.

"You're not going to tell Dave are you?" she asked forlornly.

"Can you imagine that conversation?" Bob asked, "Did I get much painting done? Well I painted your wife's face," he laughed.

Lucy laughed too, then frowned again. She asked if he had seen her yesterday, and when Bob admitted he had she said she'd had a feeling someone was there but thought her mind was playing tricks on her. Bob started to walk through the door.

"I'd never cheat on him, not in the flesh," Lucy tried to explain, "but I wasn't lying earlier either. We do have sex, he just doesn't want it as much as me."

"Don't worry, this will never get mentioned," Bob told her, "I understand it was a one-off and I wasn't going to use it to blackmail you into sleeping with me."

As he got to the stairs he heard Lucy in the doorway.

"My client really enjoyed seeing me with cum all over me," she giggled, "and I enjoyed watching you wanking over me. Maybe it would benefit us both if you came and watched again sometime?"

She bit her lip, watching pensively for Bob's reaction.

"Perhaps this decorating job might take me longer than expected then," Bob laughed, "I'll see you tomorrow."