Restroom

Being in a rush since morning and only now having the time to take a brief rest, I started feeling the need for using the toilet. Picking up my pace, I quickly headed towards the back of the rest stop where the restroom was.

On my way there, a hushed voice to the side caught my attention. What caught my attention was not because the person sounded like he did not want to be heard, but it was because I recognised the owner of that voice. It was Dad!

He was talking to somebody! I instinctively lightened my footsteps and peeped around the corner, and instantly the person he was talking to appeared in front of me.

Leaning against the back of an old pickup truck with her head facing downwards was Anne. Dad was standing behind her with one of his hand on her back. From my position, I could not really tell where his other hand was placed, but it was moving around Anne's chest area. The first thing I felt was confusion. Why was Anne behaving like this? She did not look good. Immediately after I had that thought, the next thing that my dad said cleared my doubts.

"Are you feeling better Anne? I didn't know that you get carsick so easily."

"Yeah... I feel much better now dad. Thanks! It must have been the scare earlier that made me feel like throwing up. Seeing the end of the road right in front of me must have scared me more than I imagined."

As Anne straightened her body, I finally saw what Dad was doing with his hand. He was patting the top of her breast like he was trying to soothe her sickness. But in doing so, I could see his forearm openly pushing up against Anne's soft breast with each stroke he took.

"I thought so. I mean look at your shoulders, you are all tensed up! Here, take a seat. Let me help you relax a little. You will definitely feel better. We still have quite a journey ahead of us. It wouldn't be pleasant if you start throwing up in the car later."

I stood behind the corner watching intently as my wife followed my Dad's instructions and sat on the edge of the back of the truck. Dad then moved behind Anne, placed his hands on her shoulders and started massaging them, just like he did in the car. As his hands moved skillfully across Anne's skin, he kept asking Anne if she felt better. I saw my wife nod in agreement as I watched her shoulders drop and her furrowed brows relax. With each affirmation that Anne gave, Dad's smile only grew even wider. Then I saw his fingers hooking the thin straps of Anne's dress and slid them deftly off her shoulders. His movements were so swift and natural that by the time Anne felt the top of her dress loosening and her lace bra being exposed, all she could do was move her hands to her chest to make sure her dress did not fall all the way to her waist.

Anne tried to sling her straps back on, but Dad bend down and whispered something into her. After he did that, Anne only gave a meek nod before stopping her attempts at fixing her dress, though she continued to hold her hands in front of her.

Dad simply gave a smirk as he continued to massage Anne's shoulders while looking down over her shoulders from his standing position. Slowly, maybe because her hands were getting tired from holding them up all the time, Anne's arms were sliding lower and lower until eventually the top of her creamy white breast could be seen.

Dad continued to massage Anne's shoulders as he enjoyed the view of my wife's partially exposed breasts. His hand moved lower from her shoulders and started massaging the area near her collarbones and the top of her fleshy mounds. I watched as Anne's supple breasts swayed wildly from side to side with each rub Dad made and I sensed a reaction within my pants.

Dad's hand moved lower and lower as he massaged my wife, his fingers even disappearing occasionally under the top of Anne's lace bra. It was then that I saw him give a knowing smirk before his hand reached even lower down Anne's front. I watched him grab Anne's right breast under her bra before Anne's hand shot immediately up to grab his. Looking up at her father-in-law, Anne gave a questioning look but Dad simply smiled and said that it's part of the massage. All this time they were talking, Dad had not pulled his hand away, nor did Anne remove it from her breast, and I could see Dad's hand still squeezing and groping my wife's breast inside her bra.

"Relax"

My dad seemed to say as he moved his face closer to my wife's. An expression that I was all too familiar with flashed across Anne's face in that instant. She was horny! Thankfully, Anne seemed to have realised something as she stood up and pulled the top of her dress back on before seemingly thanking Dad for his massage. Adjusting her attire, she made her way back towards the car, while Dad simply stared at her while sniffing the hand that just had my wife's breast in it.

Realising that the show was over, I suddenly felt an extremely uncomfortable feeling in my pants! Watching the scene had made my cock hard, and together with my full bladder was enough to make me sprint towards the restroom immediately! After I had a long and slightly uncomfortable pee, I finally left the restroom.