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Monday morning around nine-thirty the phone rang. Rosalie answered, and
in her strong southern drawl she said, "Hello." Only a true Southerner can take five seconds to say a simple two syllable word.
"Miss Rosalie, this is Betty Lou, Iris's daughter,"
Rosalie smiled broadly. The warmth of her smile was transmitted over the phone lines as she said, "Yes. Hello, Betty Lou. How is your mother?"
"Not great. She has been in poor health for some time. That's why I had to quit school and come back home."
"I was sorry to hear about that. Do you think she's up for a visit? I could make a casserole and come by around noon today."
"She would appreciate that," the young woman said, "Em. You may not know, but I've been dancing at the Dollhouse Gentleman's Club." Betty Lou was so embarrassed that she had to pause and take a deep breath.
Rosalie said kindly, "I know you are a good girl. Sometimes we have to do difficult things. Never be ashamed of taking care of your family."
"Thank you, Ma'am. The reason I'm calling is I saw your son-in-law, Rick, there last night. I don't recollect seeing him there before. He drank too much and he was handsy. Nothing us girls aren't used to. I thought you'd want to know."
"I see," Rosalie said. "Summer has been out of town on business. Thank you for calling. I will address this. Tell you mother to expect me."
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Rosalie made a plan and her famous chicken and cornbread casserole. She visited with Betty Lou and her mother. They ate and chatted.
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When Rick arrived home after work, he heard noises coming from the kitchen. He headed that way and hollered, "Summer, are you home?"
When he turned the corner, he saw a woman washing dishes in the sink. Her hair was piled on top of her head in a queen bee style bun. She was naked except for an apron. His eyes naturally went to her exposed tanned buttocks.
The image caused him to stop short. That wasn't his wife. That was his mother-in-law.
Rosalie turned, smiled, and said, "Hello, Richard. I made dinner for you: pork chops and collard greens. Summer's been gone so long that I was afraid you weren't eating right."
Rosalie couldn't have been more cordial or look more at ease. Rick was freaking out because she was in his house and practically naked. Her heavy breasts were barely contained by the apron. They spilled out the side.
"Ah. Ah. Ah..." he stammered.
"Your dinner is in the oven. It's not ready yet," she said. "It's a beautiful evening. Why don't we sit on the patio?"
"Ah. Sure."
"Shall we be a little naughty?" Rosalie asked as she winked at him. "I made Whiskey Sours. Wash your hands, take off your tie, and join me outside."
He nodded. He stood in the kitchen and watched his mother-in-law remove the apron. She was an attractive older woman: elegant, feminine, and poised. As always, she had on her pearl necklace.
He wasn't looking at her pearls.
His eyes scanned her womanly body. Like his wife, she had an hour-glass figure. Rosalie's exceeded the standard 36-24-36 dimensions in every category. However, since she maintained the ratio and she was naked, Rick thought she looked sexy as hell.
He said to himself, "Never in a million years would I have expected to see this prim and proper woman naked."
He studied her breasts. Her big beautiful tanned tits sagged. He wasn't surprised. She was fifty-years-old and had birthed three children. They were nice and, dare he think it, better than his wife's pair.
Her boobs were large and soft looking. He couldn't help but stare at them.
Her nude body was tanned and pillowy. A bushy patch of black pubes covered her vagina.
Rosalie got a pitcher out of the refrigerator. It contained their cocktails. As she poured them into glasses, he removed his coat and tie, and washed his hands.
He followed her outside to the patio. He carried the pitcher and ogled her swaying big round bottom. She stopped by a chaise lounge and handed him a drink.
Rosalie raised her glass, and said, "To family."
"Ah. Yes. Family," Rick said. They clinked glasses and drank. She sipped; he took a big gulp.
"Rosalie," he said. "I'm confused. I don't understand what's happening. Why are you naked?"
Rosalie smiled. She gestured that he should sit. There were two chaise lounges on the patio. He sat on one. She grabbed his ankles and put them on the chair so he was on the reclining chair with his back resting against the raised section.
She stood over him, and said, "I understand that you are such a fan of naked women that last night you went to the Dollhouse Club."
"Ah. Ah. Ah," he stuttered. His face turned red. He looked guilty.
Rosalie put her drink down, straddled his hips, and climbed on to his lap.
She smiled, and toyed with his hair. She looked him in the eyes, and said, "I know how men are. They have needs and your wife has been out of town for ten days due to a training seminar."
She grabbed his hands and put them on her breasts. His eyes got big. He looked scared. His hands fell off her body. Rosalie grabbed them again and placed them on her boobs. She held them there and pushed them into her soft feminine flesh.
She said, "Don't you enjoy touching my breasts? They sag, but men seem to like them. When I walk around town, they all look. My husband can't get enough of them, but maybe he has to act that way. I think it's covered by the vow he professed before God when we were married. The part about 'to love and to cherish'.
"You can touch and squeeze 'em."
"I can't. I shouldn't."
"I'm giving you permission. You didn't have a problem grabbing the tits and asses of the girls at the Dollhouse last night."
His red face turned redder as he said, "You know about that?"
"It's a small town."
She rubbed his hands over her breasts. Her dark nipples were big and hard. She said, "People saw you at a strip club. It's embarrassing. If Summer learns about it, it will break her heart."
"You're right. It was a stupid thing to do."
"I know you're from the North and people do things differently there. Here we take family seriously. The day you married my daughter. I hugged you and welcomed you to the family."
"Ah. Yes. I remember." Rick looked anxious. He didn't know where this was going.
Rosalie rose to her knees. That put her breasts in Rick's face. She rubbed them against his cheeks, and said, "We are family. If you have a problem, you come to your family first."
She dragged her nipples across his face. She left a big pointed one on his lips, and said, "I understand. You're horny. Instead of pestering those unfortunate girls whose only option to earn money is to dance naked, you should have come to me."
She pushed her breasts against his face. The nipple parted his lips. Reflexively, he gently sucked on it. She asked, "Did you notice my tan?"
"Uh-huh." His eyes had scanned her body. He committed her naked form to memory. It would be going into his 'spank bank'.
"I sunbathe naked. I'm a sun worshiper; a nudist. So being naked in front of you isn't a big deal. Lots of people have seen me nude. All you had to do was ask. Will you ask me next time?"
"Yes, Ma'am," he answered after pulling off her nipple.
