"Hello." "Hey hun, how's it going?" "I'm just leaving work." I say to my wife Amanda of 10 years.
She then says, "I have a favor to ask you, could you swing by my mom's house on your way home? She is getting a dryer delivered tomorrow and she needs her old one disconnected so they can take it when they drop off the new one."
"No problem, it shouldn't take more than a half hour to do." I say.
"Great, and one more little thing, she was also wondering if you could stop over tomorrow after work and connect the new one? She said in addition to the removal and delivery fee, Ray's would charge her one hundred dollars to disconnect the old one and reconnect the new dryer. She said she'd buy you a twelve pack of beer."
I laughed. "Tell her it's not a problem, and she doesn't need to buy me any beer."
"Thanks babe, she'll really appreciate it. I'll call her and let her know you're on your way. See you when you get home." My wife says.
I arrived at my mother in law Debbie's house about fifteen minutes later. I get out of the car, pop my trunk, grab my tool bag and walk to the side door.
Knock knock. "Come in, I'm in the basement." I hear Debbie yell. I walk down the stairs and find my mother in law folding some clothes. She is still in her work clothes, a knee high black skirt with a button up white blouse.
"Thanks for stopping over Dennis I really appreciate it. I can't wait for the new dryer. This past week this one has really been acting up. Last night it took an hour and a half for this half load to dry." Pointing to the basket of partially folded laundry.
"Yeah that sucks, how long have you had it?" I asked.
"Well let's see, it has to be around twelve years old. I bought it when Jim and i split up." She said as she folded the last pair of socks.
"Well in that case it seems you got your money's worth." I said starting to pull the dryer out so I could start disconnecting it.
"Well Dennis, I'll leave you to it. I'm going to take a quick shower, and when I'm done I'll bring you down a cold beer."
Ok, thanks Deb." I reply. I grab my adjustable wrench out of my tool bag and wiggle my way to the back of the dryer. I hear Debbie walking on the floor above me, followed by the bathroom door closing. I start by turning off the gas valve, as I start to loosen the gas hose from the back of the dryer I hear the shower turn on.
With the gas line disconnected I hop out from behind the dryer and start digging through my tool bag looking for my flat head screwdriver to undo the clamp that's holding the dryer exhaust pipe. "Go figure." I say out loud. "When you need it, you can never find it." I glance around the room and see an old tool box on the tool bench in the corner. I walk over to the tool box and rummage through the drawers. "Bingo" I say as I find a screwdriver. I walk back into the laundry room and hear the shower turn off, the remaining water trickles down the drain.
Then I hear what sounds like a door open, then I see some clothes fall into the laundry chute followed by the chute door close. I immediately notice a white bra through the wooden slots of the laundry chute. Extremely curious I walk to the chute and slowly open the door. I carefully pull out the bra, I put the bra to my nose and I immediately smell my mother in law's perfume. My dick begins to stiffen in my pants.
"What a turn on." I think to myself. I flip the tag on the bra, 38D. I continue to hear footsteps above me. As I begin to place the bra back in the chute I notice a pair of white panties. I set the bra down and pick the panties up. They are still warm, and the panty gusset feels damp. I rub my thumb across the gusset of her satin panties imagining them cradling her most intimate and private part. I raise the panties to my nose and inhale the sweet aroma of my mother in law's pussy.
I slowly run my tongue along the damp patch as I imagine it's her pussy lips I'm tracing with my tongue. Above me I hear the bathroom door open, snapping me out of my panty induced trance. I take one last smell and place the panties back in the chute and close the door. As I close the door it makes a creak which seems a hundred times louder than it actually was. With my adrenalin flowing, and my dick hard in my pants, I clumsily climb behind the dryer, only to realize I left the screwdriver on the washer, I standup and grab the screwdriver. I bend back down and start to loosen the clamp.
I hear Debbie walking down the stairs and say "How's it going down here?"
"Just finishing up." I reply.
"I hope it wasn't too difficult." She says.
"Nope not at all, other than forgetting my screwdriver," I added. "I borrowed one out of your tool box , I hope you don't mind."
"I didn't even know that old thing still had tools in it. Here's the cold one i promised you." As she sets it on the washer, just below the laundry chute.
"Thanks." I say as I timidly standup trying to hide what's left of my erection. I grab the beer and take a huge gulp."
You must have been thirsty." Debbie says.
"It's been one of those days." I reply, as I set down my half drinking beer. I unplugged the cord of the dryer and push it out to the middle of the laundry room and say "That should do it." As I finished my beer we made small talk, but all I could think about was smelling her still warm wet panties moments ago. "I'm just going to leave my tool bag here if you don't mind.
