Cheryl, my mother-in-law

I tapped the picture of my mother-in-law and felt my body quickly changing. She wasn't as hot as her granddaughter, Leighjaye, but Cheryl could still give Susan a run for her money. Her thick ass stretch the denim of my shorts to the max and I had to actually unsnap the button, otherwise it was perfect. Her boobs were smaller and it was not as apparent that I was bra-less.

I hefted the duffle bag and headed for the highway. It was a little heavier now than it had been while wearing a younger body.

Still, for a woman knocking on the door of 70, Cheryl still had it going on. There was a little bit of sag to her boobs, but they had yet to drop to her waist like tube socks. Even in jean shorts, her legs were toned and tanned without a hint of cellulite or wrinkles.

Cheryl had been a fantasy of mine for years, and usually any family gathering ended with me getting home that night and jerking off while imagining myself with her. Back when Susan and I had started dating, her mother had not just been hot for her age, she was just plain hot.

After what seemed like an eternity, I reached the highway. There was no way I was walking all the way back to my truck, so I decided to try hitching a ride.