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Life continued as normal after the bathroom incident. I visited my mother-in-law with my wife, and alone, on

numerous occasions. Nothing was said and I continued to call and do odd jobs for her and kept a set of work

clothes in the spare room for the messier jobs she had for me. She always laid them out on the bed for me when a

change of clothes was required, and I would quickly dress and get started on the work. Recently I had been painting

the garden shed and fence so had been around to Sandra’s quite often, but the job was just about done and this

visit would be the last one for the painting.

The following day I dropped Louise off at her friends house as they were going to have a day shopping and then go

to see a film. I was on my way back home when I received a text from Sandra asking me to call round. It wasn’t too

far out of my way, and as I had nothing planned I decided to call straight away and see what was up.

The front door was unlocked so I went in, calling out as usual. Sandra replied saying she was in the kitchen and

commented that I was very prompt in coming around. As I explained about Louise being away I noticed she was

dressed up, almost as if she was going to a job interview. A crisp white blouse , short-ish skirt and a pair of high

heels. When she made an effort she was a real looker. Smart and sexy. The blouse was buttoned slightly too low

and the skirt was slightly too short and tight but she looked great. “I’ve got a couple of extra jobs for you but

you’ll need to get changed. I’ve laid out your clothes on the bed as usual.” She said in an unusually firm voice. “I’ll

wait for you here, hurry up.” I was a bit confused by the tone of the instructions but turned and headed for the

spare room to change. As I looked on the bed for my work clothes my usual jeans and shirt were nowhere to be

seen, just a grey skirt and a pale blue t-shirt with a packet next to them. As I reached into the packet and removed

a pair of tan tights I realised the skirt was made of the same material as the makeshift mini skirt of the bathroom

incident. These were the work clothes Sandra had meant, I was to wear the tights, skirt and top for the “extra”

jobs. My heart raced as I tried to decide what to do next. “I’m not going to wait much longer.” said Sandra who was

now standing in the doorway behind me. At that moment my fate was sealed. I stepped out of my shoes and socks

and started to undress. Sandra turned and left me as I fumbled with my belt and then struggled to undo my jeans.

My hands were shaking and I was getting quite flustered. I eventually stood naked in front of my new work

clothes. I put the t-shirt on first and then the skirt. It was a good fit around the waist but very short. My cock was

erect and the material rested on it with the head clearly visible beyond the hem. I sat down and slid the tights up

my legs being careful not to catch them and cause a ladder in the fine material. As I stood to pull them up and tuck

myself into the tights,, the feeling of comforting restriction was wonderful. My cock no longer protruded but bulged

against the fabric creating a large bulge in the flowing lines of my new skirt. I walked into the kitchen and stood

silently as I was examined. Comment was made about the bulge in my skirt but no action was taken this time, only a

little tut-tut and a shake of the head. She stepped back from me and congratulated me on my appearance, but

there were two things missing she said. From behind the door a pair of black heeled shoes were produced and

placed in front of me. I dutifully stepped into them and found they were a decent fit. Sandra had obviously checked

my sizes from my work clothes when I was away. “I saw how much you liked my panties last time and that you

seemed to appreciate the taste so much, so I have a little treat for you.” She moved away from me, reached under

her skirt and wriggled out of a pair of white lace panties. “I’ve been keeping these warm for you all morning.” she

said as she lifted them to my face. I breathed deeply and could smell her damp pussy , the pussy that was excited

at the thought of this encounter. “Open wide” she instructed as she folded the panties and placed them gusset

down into my eager, open mouth. I was in heaven. The sight of my mother-in-law standing in front of me, dressed

as she was in her skirt and blouse and holding a pair of her panties in my mouth whilst I was dressed in tights and a

mini skirt. I could taste her juices and her sent has till in my nostrils. My cock was throbbing , screaming out for

release but I didn’t dare move. I could feel the pre-cum oozing out , soiling my new tights.

“Come with me and bring that bag on the table with you.” Sandra snapped as she left the kitchen and went into the

back room. “Those panties are to stay where they are until I say you can remove them. I don’t want to hear any

sound from you while you are here. Do you understand?” I nodded eagerly not wanting to disappoint. This was a

new Sandra to me, a new and exciting Sandra. “Open the bag, put the gloves on and get started with cleaning the

windows.” The bag contained various cleaning products, along with some dusters and a pair of rubber gloves. As I

squatted on the floor to organise the items I was sharply reprimanded and told to stand up straight. “When you are

here you will bend at the waist, always keeping your legs straight. Now try again.” I leant over to reach the gloves

but toppled forward as I was not used to the higher heel of my new shoes. A gentle laugh greeted this error

followed by a sharp “Try again.” I steadied myself and leant over reaching for the gloves, aware that I was being

closely watched and that my skirt had ridden up exposing my nylon clad backside. I struggled to keep my balance

as I stretched to pick up the gloves but managed at the second attempt. Once my gloves were on I bent again and

picked up the window spray and cloth and headed for the window. My skirt had ridden up quite a lot and my bulging

cock was clearly on show through the tights, so I pulled my skirt down and tidied myself up before starting work on

the windows. As I cleaned I scanned the garden to see if I could be observed by a neighbour, but the fence I had

recently painted was quite high and I felt sure that I was okay. After stretching to clean the top of the windows my

cheeks and cock were on show again but this time I was told to leave the skirt as it was. Sandra came over to

inspect my work and placed a hand on my backside as she looked at the now shining glass. “Very good work she

said as she gently patted me. I have another job for you, lets hope your standards don’t slip.” She sat back in her

chair and slid her skirt up around her waist. “I have something that is quite delicate that needs a thorough but

gentle clean. Remove your gag and kneel here in front of me.” I did as I was told and knelt before her, staring at her

fingers stroking her pussy, gently easing the lips apart and spreading her juices over them. “Take your time, I want

to enjoy this and if you’re a good boy there may be a treat for you.” I lowered my head to her crotch and gently

began to lick her moist lips. Slowly I worked my tongue between them and tasted her salty juices for the first time.

My cock was bursting and my head was throbbing with the excitement of this first encounter with my Mother-

in-law. I started to lick faster and harder, greedy for the taste of her cum but was pushed away and reminded to

slow down. The thought of a reward controlled my eagerness and I carefully started my work again, gently licking,

sucking and probing with my tongue until I could feel Sandra tensing as she neared orgasm. “Faster and harder now”

she groaned and I duly did as instructed. I concentrated more on her clit now and upped my pace to please her.

Without warning, my head was clamped between her thighs and my face was being ridden as I licked and sucked as

hard as I could. Slowly the grip on my head was released and I was pushed gently away and told to stand by the

door. As I stood and stared at Sandra, watching her gather herself as she pulled her skirt back down and

straightened her blouse, I wondered how I had let myself get into this situation. Sandra had obviously enjoyed it

but what was I to get from this ? So far my pleasure had been in the dressing by and serving of my Mother-in-law,

but was I to have more? The answer came quite abruptly. “Get dressed and go. I’ll contact you when I need you

here again.” Stunned and frustrated I walked from the room and changed back into my ordinary clothes. My cock

was still erect but I resisted the temptation to relieve myself and just stuffed it into my trousers. As I laid the

clothes out on the bed I wondered if I should go back in to see Sandra, maybe ask for this to end here but instead I

just walked quietly out of the house, got in my car and drove away.