A smile crept on my face and a slight tingle of arousal shot through my groin. I knew exactly why my stepdaughter Teresa was being so nice. She's planning to pay off our big game bet tonight.
It's been more than a week since her team playing in the big championship coughed up the ball and snatched defeat from the jaws of victory. I don't really care for sports that much, but my team won and because of that, T, as I call her, now owes me one blow job a month. I never expected her to pay up, but she did that night.
Until that wager our sexual banter had been just that; harmless banter. But over the past few days she's been a bit more playful in some of her text messages to me. I have to say I'm enjoying the attention, as many fifty-something guys would when they have someone half their age ready, willing and most definitely able to give them head.
"That's nice of her," I said, trying to hide my excitement. "Did she say what she's making?"
"No," my wife replied, "but it must be something special because she said it was going to take a couple of hours to prepare."
"Sounds interesting. I think."
"She said she'll be here around three o'clock to get everything going. You'll be home, right?"
I took an early retirement offer from my now-former employer, so unless I was going to the library to do some reading, home is where I stayed. "Yep," I said. "I'll be here to keep her entertained."
"Thanks, hon," my wife said, as she kissed me on the cheek. "I should be home from work at the usual time, but I'll call if something comes up. Love you!"
"Love you, too," I said.
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*beep* I looked at the text message on my phone.
"Guess whose coming to dinner?"
I laughed. I tapped out with my thumbs. "Your mom warned me. What are we eating?"
*beep* "Not telling. But I know what I'll be swallowing."
"Maybe. Or maybe I won't let you."
*beep* "LOL! You are a horny old man! You'll beg me, later!"
Later turned out to be exactly three o'clock. To say I'd been daydreaming a lot about Teresa over those few hours in between was an understatement. I could easily have tossed one off but I resisted the temptation.
I had just grabbed a seltzer when Teresa walked in. She didn't bother knocking, never does, just walked into the house with a couple bags of groceries. She was wearing a heavy bright red winter sweater, a denim skirt with charcoal yoga pants, black snow boots with fake fur at the top, and white fuzzy ear muffs. She dropped the bags and gave me a brief kiss on the cheek.
"Hey old man," she said with a grin.
"Hey T. You know, you made your mom very happy when you told her you were coming over."
"Yeah, I could tell. But what about you?"
She moved closer to me and put her arms around my neck and pressed herself against me. I felt my cock thicken slightly in my pants.
"Yes, you're happy. I can feel." She laughed and broke our brief embrace.
"So what's for dinner?"
"Vegetarian Italian," she said. "Eggplant lasagna, mozzarella and tomato salad, and I got some Gelato too."
"Sounds good. Need any help?"
"Nope. You only get to watch."
Teresa kicked off her boots and seconds later we were in the kitchen unpacking the bags.
"Why don't you pour me some wine so I can get into the cooking mood," Teresa said.
I opened a half-empty bottle of an Italian red wine and poured out two even glasses. We clinked glasses and took a sip.
"Okay," Teresa said, "one more thing before I start." And with that she pulled her sweater over her head and tossed it at me. My cock stirred once again when I saw her standing there in a sexy red bra that looked to be one or two sizes to small because of the way her 36 DD boobs overflowed the cups.
"Uh..." I started to say.
"Shush!" She winked at me, then wiggled out of her skirt and kicked that at me. Okay, this is getting interesting, I thought to myself. Next came the leggings, nice and slow down her legs, because she wanted to tease me I'm sure.
She tossed the leggings my way, did a pirouette, and then struck a flirty pose for me. She looked incredible in the red bra and matching red panties.
"What do you think?"
I was definitely turned on. Anyone looking at the bulge in my pants could see that. But I wasn't going to give her the satisfaction. Not just yet, anyway. I slowly took another sip out of my wine glass.
"So far, it's really nothing I haven't already seen at the beach or when you were sunbathing," I said. "But yeah, you look nice."
"Nice? Just nice?!"
"Okay," I paused. "Pretty nice."
I knew that wasn't the answer she wanted. She took a couple of steps closer and pushed out her chest to give me a deliciously up close look. Then she reached behind her back, released the hooks, and let the bra fall off her shoulders right into my lap. Her tits were tantalizingly close and her pink, oval nipples visibly hardened. Speaking of hard.
"Pretty nice? I can tell by the tent pole in your pants what you're really thinking," Teresa said.
She took a step back, slipped her thumbs in the waistband of her panties, and let those drop to the floor next to the bra. She did that same pirouette and held her pose to give me a long look at her slender legs, narrow hips, freshly shaven mons, those lovely big breasts, and sexy blue eyes that said, 'I know you want me, don't you!'
"Remember one of our bets," she said, breaking the silence between us. "I'm supposed to be naked for you for two hours. So now you got plenty of time to drool over my sexy body."
She turned and walked back to the counter, wiggling her little butt at me. For the next 30 minutes we chatted as I watched her prepare her tomato sauce, the cheese and spinach filling, and egg wash and dip the sliced eggplant in bread crumbs.
I loved watching her boobs sway when she was cutting things, but I had to interrupt her when she was about to start frying the eggplant.
"Hold on," I said. "I don't want any of that hot olive oil splattering and burning your boobs."
I opened a drawer and looked around for a certain apron. Found it, tucked way in the back. My wife had given it to me years ago. It was pink plaid with big white letters 'Kiss the Cook!'
"Here you go," I said. I put the apron over her head and tied it around her waist.
"Thanks," Teresa said. "And..." She pointed to those three words.
I smiled, leaned in, and gave her a light kiss on the lips.
"That's it?" she said.