Amy is doing the laundry.

Suddenly the door swings inward, "I'm sorry, I didn't catch that, Chuck!" and your mother-in-law saunters in. She looks much the same as you remember her. Shoulder length brown hair framed her brown eyes and sexy smile, but what commanded your attention was the low cut blouse, which practically dragged your gaze to her huge, perfect tits.

For a moment, you're frozen in shock, staring. But that moment passes quickly, and you frantically grab a hand towel to cover your crotch, still to stunned to speak.

"Oh dear, seems like we're both in a bit of a pickle here!" Amy casually remarks, seemingly unfazed by the situation. She looks you up and down, taking in your embarrassed, wet state. "Don't worry, it's nothing I haven't seen before."

"Uh, yeah...well, about that towel..." You stammer out, trying to regain some semblance of composure. But the way she's eyeing you is making it increasingly difficult to cover yourself with the hand towel.

"Oh I'm sorry, honey. I thought you knew I was doing the laundry. All the towels are in the wash right now."Amy explained with a mischievous smile. "I think I might be able to help though."