I had the weekend to myself, the girlfriend was away with her dad to visit some distant family members, neither of them really wanted to go but for the sake of possible future falling out it was the easier option. I had nothing planned and that was the way I wanted it. 3 days, 2 nights of me time, wake up when I wanted, get ready if I wanted and do what I wanted. It was a red hot summers day, so the plan was simply sit by the pool, soak up some sun and have an afternoon of relaxation. Normally I'd be at the gym in training at a time like this but I'd also given myself the weekend off that too.
Just as I was about to settle the phone rang, it was my future Mother in Law, she caught me off guard "Hi Logan, What are you doing this afternoon?" my fatal reply was "nothing." Before I even knew what I was doing I was in the car driving to her house to help move some things in the garden.
Chapter 1. Sight
How to describe the future Mother in Law. Late 50's, about 5ft4, brown hair, I'd put a guess on a bra size of 36b, maybe a c cup, great legs (which I always thought had nice shape) and a slightly olive skin tone often associated with darker haired people. That is as much as I can describe as her choice of dress was mainly tight jeans and layers on top which makes it hard to work what is actually under there.
I arrived at her place. Sure enough she was in the garden, wearing an old pair of jeans and a baggy jumper that was covered in mud. She thanked me for coming and put me to task, there were a bunch of stones and paving slabs needed moving, and she wanted me to do some cutting of a tree she couldn't get up but I could 'easily climb' so away I went, thinking to myself sooner I get done here sooner I get my weekend of nothingness back on track.
She disappeared to take a break as I worked away. It was red hot, sun was shining, so I took this as a perfect opportunity to get some sun to my body and removed my shirt. Luckily the pair of shorts I had on weren't new as I was already covered in dirt.
I didn't even notice her return, she was lying on her sun lounger in nothing more than a bikini. Wow, I'd never seen her like that. To be honest I couldn't see much as she was reading a magazine but her legs were shining in the sun. I was right about those, tanned, very nicely toned legs for her age. I'll admit I was kinda distracted but this was my Mother in Law and I wanted to get done and away soon as I could.
I noticed her glancing over on numerous occasions, I had been working out a lot recently and had numerous comments on how well I looked at the gym being 6'4 I've always took care of my body especially playing sports throughout high school. I also noticed that older woman loved a man with a hairy chest and broad shoulders this gave me advantage women couldn't resist so just assumed she was 'checking me out' but like I hadn't seen here in a bikini she hadn't seen me topless recently. She called me over to look at something in her magazine. Now, as I approached I was conscious she had just a bikini top on, small pert breasts I could see as I approached, not a huge cleavage at all but they were a nice ripe shape and were showing no signs of sagging at all. But, in my head I was saying to myself 'keep eye contact' over and over again.
However, what happened next shocked me. Shocked me so much the fact she was lying right by me just a bikini on was no longer an issue. In this magazine she showed me what she was reading, an article about cock sizes and shapes. "Can you believe the things they print" these days she said. I agreed, but I just couldn't believe the fact my girlfriends mom is pretty much talking about cock sizes to me! As I returned back to work I jokingly said to her "oh, and by the way, the biggest one, of course" cheekily grinned, she just laughed.
My last duty was to cut some branches off the tree that required ladders. She came over and held the ladders for me as I cut the branches down. These were step ladders, I was half way up then she was opposite me holding them, as I was cutting I realised her head was at waist level and only about 12inches away. It felt like eternity I was up there, in reality it was probably only a minute or so. I was just thinking any error or slight movement and I could be in more of an embarrassing position than the magazine conversation. As I leaned and reached over I knew I was getting closer, probably about 6 inches now, she made no attempt to move her head and when I glanced down I'm sure she was staring right at it. It was turning me on, especially as the view I had down her bikini top was a great one.
I finished the cutting and got down from the ladders, lets hope she didn't notice the slight movement in my shorts. As she turned away and walked back to her sun lounger without even turning or looking back she said in a quite even guilty sounding voice "you weren't wrong".