Fucking of my bitch mother in law

I married into a family that had a lot of problems. It was almost like watching a soap opera with out a TV. This episode was called the cheating cocaine addicted husband. My father-in-law was addicted to cocaine and was out with his friends.
I am not sure if he was cheating or not, but my mother-in-law was convinced of it. Salma (The mother-in-law) was in another drunken stupor. But this time she took it one step further. She popped a lot of pain pills. When she called slurring and told us what she had done, we immediately headed for her house. My brother-in-law was out with his friends, so my wife and I called 911 as we headed over to the house. As we got there, the paramedics pulled up. They checked her over and told us that she would not over dose with the type of pain pill she took. As they left, my wife took all of the alcohol and pills from the house and put them in the car. She was plenty pissed at her dad. Me – I didn’t care. Like I said, this was all just a soap opera. (And I have seen this episode before) My wife asked me to stay with her mom while she went out looking for her dad. I agreed knowing this would be an all night ordeal. What a way to waste a Saturday night!

Now let me tell you about Salma. She is about 5’6” and about 130lbs. She is an older version of my wife. The only difference is that she has red hair instead of brown. I love redheads. Her best feature – her ass! A good ole fashion onion booty. Like mother – like daughter! And the main reason why I married my wife.

As my wife left, I started my job for the night – take care of Salma. I started giving her coffee but she was really far-gone. All she wanted to do was argue. She was still pissed off at her husband. About thirty minutes into this ordeal, Salma informed me she wanted to go to the bathroom. I helped her to her feet and guided her to the bathroom. As she entered the bathroom, she gained her balance and walked into the closet. It was no big deal; most of her clothes, personal items, and such were in her bathroom. What was a surprise was the fact that when she exited the closet, she was almost completely naked. She was trying to put on her nightgown but could not get it over her head. I got a great view of her perky little “B” cup breast bouncing around as she struggled with the nightgown. Her nipples were brown and about the size of a quarter. They were the same size as my wife’s nipples, except hers are pink. I just set back and stared. Why not, I always wanted to know.