Since My father in-law passed away a few years ago it has fallen on me to help my mother in-law, Mildred, or Milly, whenever she need muscle around the house for big jobs and heavy lifting. She has three children, all grown, and all girls. I didn't mind being the son she never had when she needed one. Milly is about five feet six inches with a little bit of extra padding the years have put on but still quite shapely. She liked to dress well, almost always in a skirt or dress. Her brunette hair was neatly coiffed in neck length curls. She sometimes seemed a bit aloof or standoffish and bluntly harsh in her comments but she was like that with everyone and I never took it personally.
Milly needed help this time with putting the three boxes of Christmas decorations away up in the crawl space. The boxes aren't especially heavy but they are bulky and the crawl space isn't easy to get to. It's a space above the living area of her ranch style home and the only way to get to it is with an eight foot ladder in the garage that leads to the crawl space's hatch like door. I always volunteer to get up on the ladder but she insists she knows where things go and I don't. She just needs me to hand them up to her because she can't carry them up the ladder herself. We go through this dance every year.
I don't mind that arrangement at all though. I've come to look forward to it. I just don't want her to think I want it that way. She must know what I can see, looking up at her on the ladder. I get a panty show every time. I've even started to wonder, as the day approaches, what kind of panties she'll be wearing this year. Last year they were quite provocative. Red and lacey and nearly see through. She had a bit of camel toe going, too. I never had sexual desires for her until that first time I got a look up her skirt and saw her panties. It can be quite a show with three boxes to pass up to her. After last year I started jerking off to thoughts of taking those lacey panties off of her.
She's wearing a blouse and skirt, this one cut a bit shorter than usual. She greats me with, "George, would you like a cup of coffee first?" I defer until we get the work done. She leads me to the garage. "Start with the biggest one," she says. We always start with that one.
She turns around and starts up the ladder. I pick up the largest box and wait for her to get to the top and open the hatch door. I love the way her plush round hips move as she climbs the rungs. I feel a little tingle in my crotch as she goes higher and I see more of her thighs.
As she reaches the top and leans over to unlatch the door her left foot comes off the rung. Her legs part enough to give me the first peek between her curvy thighs. I see pussy hair! The tingling in my crotch becomes a twitch. She's gone commando this year! She turns around and I pass the big box up to her. Once the box is above my shoulders she can't see my eyes. They go right back to the show. She hoists the box up into the storage space then reaches to push it far in. Her foot comes off the rung to counterbalance herself and swings out wide. What a glorious sight!
She has such lusciously full, plush pussy lips. I'm starting to get a hard on. That has never happened before. And what a gorgeous bush, trimmed around her vulva and relatively short. When she throws that leg higher as she makes a final push on the box her labia part and I see pink. I stare and my eyes soak up every sexy detail.
Her leg comes down, she pops her head out from the hatch, and says, "Now the middle size one. Come on. Let's get to it."
I turn around and bend over to pick up the middle size one. I wonder if she's checking out my ass as I do. I hope so. I take my time and give her a good look. She doesn't wait for me to hand this one up but leans down and reaches for it. The top few buttons of her blouse are unfastened. She's not wearing a bra and I get a good look at her tits hanging down. I can see everything but her nipples and I like it. I try not to let her see me staring.
She leans in again to place this box in storage and her leg swings wide and high. The show resumes. Damn, I'd like some of that. She takes extra time arranging this one. I realize I've gotten a tent in my pants. She pops her head out again and looks down. "Ready for the last one!"
I turn around quickly to get the last box, hoping she didn't see my rising excitement. I keep the carton in front of me so she can't see until I pass it up to her. Once she turns around I reach down to straighten my cock in my pants, getting it pointing up so it's less obvious. In fact, I keep my hand down there and stroke myself through my jeans a bit as I look up her skirt. She's takes longer and fusses more again, keeping her leg raised all the while. Finally she's done and pops her head out looking down, grinning.
