Flight to Heaven
Jack glanced at his mother-in-law’s legs… Again. He tried to stop himself, but it was too late. His eyes were already roaming her curvaceous thighs as they slid deliciously out of the tan hiking shorts she wore. “Damn,” he cursed himself, pressing his lips together, “I promised myself I wouldn’t look again… She’s going think I’m weird. But she’s such a good lookin’ old broad…” As he thought this, he felt a familiar, but disturbing rousing in his groin. Disturbing because it was his mother-in-law he was getting aroused over, and because he, too, wore a pair of tan hiking shorts, much like hers. His muscular thighs somehow caused the legs of the shorts to ride up. He wasn’t wearing undershorts, so if he even got half an erection, he was afraid the head of …