Finally Fucking My Mother-in-Law

I was always told that if you want to see what a girl will look like when she gets older, to look at her mother. Well, if this is any indication, then I picked the right girl. My wife is 5’6” and 115 pounds dripping wet. Her mom is about 5’4” and the same weight and build, but slightly larger breasts.
Her and I have always had a good relationship, and were always friendly to one another, sometimes in a less than appropriate manner. Maybe a kiss that lingered longer than necessary, or an occasional pat on the butt or maybe a squeeze now and then. She always dresses in tight clothing, revealing every curve of her body. The shirts she wears makes me wonder if she wants me to look down them. Believe me, every chance I get, I do.

My father-in-law travels quite frequently on business and leaves her home alone. I don’t know if things just happen to break while dad is gone, or she waits until then to call me. Sometimes he will call me in advance to go fix something at their house, telling me how long he will be out of town. Is all this coincidental? I don’t know. Usually my wife will go with me to visit with her mom while I perform the task at hand, but this time, she didn’t.

I arrived early Saturday morning. I had chores of my own to tend to, so I wanted to get an early start. It was about 90 degrees already at 8 am, so loose shorts and a tank top was my choice of attire.

The problem she was having was a leak around her garbage disposer. When I arrived and brought my tools in, she was dressed in shorts and a tank top as well. Her top was fairly snug around her tits, and I could not tell for sure if she was sporting a bra or not.