Below are the last few paragraphs of “Mother In Law’s Panties (Part 1)”

– As I walk back, I hear my mother in law walking down the stairs. “Oh thank you so much.” she says as she noticed I finished connecting the dryer. She extends her arms to give me a hug.

“No problem Deb, I’m happy to help you out.” I reply as I step forward to return the hug. I could feel her braless tits press against my chest as we embraced. Maybe she didn’t see her cum filled panties after all, I thought to myself. I release her and turn around and walk towards my tool bag and beer. I grab the beer and step toward the dryer. “Well should we test it out?” I ask.

“Let’s do it!” Deb replies.

“You get to do the honors.” I say to her.

“If you insist.” She replied.

Deb walks over and turns the dial, and presses the start button. It starts to spin. “Hey it works!” She says.

“Did you doubt me?” I ask sarcastically, feeling a bit more relaxed.

“Of course not hun.” She replied with a smile.

“One last thing to check.” I say, “Open the door and check if there’s heat.”

Debbie opens the door and bends over to reach in the dryer. As she did this I noticed the back of her shirt ride up, I expected to see her teal panties, but I didn’t. Instead I notice she was wearing the black satin panties with the pink pinstripes that I came on minutes ago. “Wow, that’s warm, it’s definitely working.” Deb replied.

With my adrenaline flowing, my heart racing, and dick hardening I say, “Well that’s good, and you know what Deb, on second thought I will take you up on your offer of another beer.”

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It had been a couple of days since I met my librarian lover Finola and I could not stop thinking about her. I had never
experienced anything near as incredible as our chance meeting at the public library and desperately wanted to recreate the
same excitement once again.

I called the library and when Finola answered the phone my heart began to race. Just hearing her soft, sweet voice brought
all the images of her stored in my brain to the forefront. We agreed to meet for dinner after Finn was done working for
the day.
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I dreaded the project assigned me. It was one I knew relatively nothing about and quickly realized that it would take countless hours of research, research of which I knew not where to begin. After hours of pondering where to start my quest, I decided on the place I least wanted to visit, the public library.

The library where I live is a beautiful old stone building of Victorian architecture. Inside, all the huge bookcases, trim, and mouldings are all rich oak. It has high ceilings, at least 14 feet I would guess. The bookcases in every aisle reach to the ceiling with ladders mounted on rollers to reach the volumes in even
the remotest of areas. I assumed that was where I would find the data I was searching.

As I walked into the library, I was greeted with a shy, quiet hello from the lone librarian behind the massive oak desk. She was exactly as I had pictured a typical librarian to be. Although she was quite attractive, she hid behind her prim and proper attire. She had a warm glow about her soft, friendly face and it was obvious from her greeting that she was very shy and demure. In fact, I got the feeling she probably would have been too shy to utter a sound if it wasn’t her job.

“Can I help you find something?” the librarian shyly asked.
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As I debated whether or not the flashes were accidental, Amanda came out and told me they were ready to go. They both were wearing jean shorts with tank tops, must be a mother daughter thing I thought to myself. They both looked outstanding, but I’ll tell you seeing Debbie’s most intimate parts over the last few days has me obsessing over her. As much as I tried, I couldn’t get her off my mind.

Downtown was crowded, we struggled to find a spot to park so Amanda pulled off the main drag and we walked. The ladies seemed to be having the time of there lifes with all the little shops lining both sides of the street, I was assigned as the designated bag carrier. Don’t get me wrong I had fun, but after two hours of shopping, I was done.

We decided we’d stop in a famous barbecue joint they had in town for a late lunch. Apparently this place has been here for over seventy years, and with how good the food was, I could certainly see why. In addition to the food, I enjoyed watching Debbie licking the sauce off her lips and fingers throughout our meal.

On our way back to the car we stopped at a tourist attraction stand and looked at a few activities that we could do tomorrow before we headed home.
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This is a true story based on a two day mini vacation with my girlfriend and her mother.

My girlfriend of two years Amanda and I graduated from high school two weeks earlier. It was what we thought of as our last true summer vacation before heading off to college in the fall.

As a graduation gift Amanda’s mom Debbie wanted to take us to the Dells, a small town that comes alive in the summer. It has about five resorts with outdoor water parks, go carts, miniature golf courses, and tons of gift shops spread throughout the small city.

The night before the vacation I slept at Amanda’s house so we could wake up earlier and get a jump on traffic looking to head north for the weekend. I slept on the couch, because Debbie wouldn’t let Amanda and I sleep together in the same room, her house, her rules.

Debbie’s alarm woke me up around six o’ clock. Through her partially open door I could see her light turn on. She opened her door and walked down the hall to her bathroom. She was wearing a white nighty that hung to about mid thigh. Debbie was a sexy MILF at the age of forty four. She was about five and a half feet tall, shoulder length brown hair, with a nice rack, and a even better ass. Deb was in an on and off again relationship with a guy named Jim, who I’ve only met a few times.
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