Like Mother, Like Daughter (Episode 1) - Sex Stories

Like Mother, Like Daughter (Episode 1)

My wife and I had been promising to visit Anne, my mother-in-law, ever since the sad death of Don, my wife’s father, six months before. Claire and I knew that Anne had been deeply grieved by the passing of her beloved husband after a mercifully short illness, and yet circumstances prevented us from making the journey to Claire’s childhood home up till now. Anne, at 51, was still an attractive woman, and in happier times my wife would gently chide me about the fact that I would mildly flirt with her mother when we’d all get together at Christmas or during the summer vacation. In truth, Anne really did remind me of an older version of my beautiful wife, the same raven dark hair, a similar hourglass body shape and a fabulous pair of natural breasts which were quite a bit larger than Claire’s cute 34 Cs. On more than one occasion as Anne might bend down to change a DVD or reach up to fetch another bottle of red wine, I’d catch a glimpse of pantie waistband or stocking top and have to hurriedly look away lest my wife or my father-in-law notice my interest. Indeed, Don had been tremendously proud of both his wife and his daughter’s elegant good looks, frequently running an appreciative hand over Anne’s shapely ass as she passed or affectionately patting Claire’s thigh as she regaled him with tales of her work in TV production. “My beautiful girls,” he’d say with a contented smile, “we’re very lucky men, Phillip." I missed Don, he was a guy you could share a brandy and a cigar ...

... with, and there was none of the awkwardness that sometimes exists between a son-in-law and his wife’s dad. And though I missed him I knew that both Anne and Claire felt that loss a hundred times more. Claire’s family home was a rambling old pile in upstate New York, and as we pulled up in the Mercedes I thought of how empty the big old house must seem to Anne now as we crunched to a halt on the gravel driveway the screen door opened to reveal my mom-in-law brandishing a bottle of champagne and three flute glasses. “Welcome children,” she said, “I’ve missed you guys.” She looked great, wearing a black cocktail dress with opaque nylons and heels and her hair shorter than I remembered. I’m ashamed to say that for a split second my eyes strayed to Anne’s impressive bosom but I stood back as Claire moved forward to embrace her mom. “How’ve you been?” she whispered. I think Anne replied, “I’m doing OK honey but it’s good to see you kids.” I let them have their moment, touched by the fact that both of them had tears in their eyes. “No sadness today,” said Anne. “Don would not want that, Phillip, come and help me open this wine.” I took the bottle from her and popped the cork, both girls crying “Whoosh!” I took a glass from Anne and poured us all a drink. As we sipped our wine on the sunlit porch I let mother and daughter catch up… Anne explained how she had struggled with her grief in the months following Don’s demise, unable even to sleep in the master bedroom they had shared. She now ...