Hank Sutton washed his hands in the sink of his son and daughter-in-law's house, recoiling a bit at the fruity scent of the soap and snorting at the thought that it was probably selected by his wimpy son Mark, who was more like his mother than his old man in most ways.
Drying his hands, the ex-Marine shook his head when he saw his son out on the deck with his wife, who would have been his ex-wife by now if he wanted to kiss away half of the pensions he would be getting from the service and his job.
Hank's son was even more disappointing that his wife Loretta had become, because his old lady had menopause to explain her piss-poor attitude while his son... who knew what his problem was? Hank had suspected his only child was gay until he managed to corral a woman to marry him last year.
That woman, 24 year old Agatha Barker-Sutton, was the only thing that made this totally unannounced visit that Hank's wife thought was a good idea, worthwhile. Hank wouldn't have liked a surprise drop-in on him, and he sensed Agatha wasn't too pleased to see her in-laws appear out of the blue either although she put on a happy face.
Mark though, almost wet his pants to see his mother, and the guy was becoming even more of a Mama's boy as the years went on, making it tougher and tougher to resist knocking him out whenever they got together.
Agatha though, now she was a different story altogether. It was unfair that Hank was stuck with his wife because he would much rather be with his daughter-in-law, and he was always tempted to suggest they swap wives because Mark would be in heaven then too.
Hank paused at the entrance to the kitchen and looked at Agatha who was busy chopping up some kind of salad, and the view from the rear was very pleasant to the gruff ex-serviceman. The gal was no dainty flower, that much was obvious.
Agatha was 5'9" and 150 pounds in her senior year of college according to the roster of the basketball team she played on, and the broad shouldered Amazon was not only about the same height and weight as his boy, judging by the broad back and shoulders on the gal she could probably beat her husband up.
Hank's 6'2" and 201 pound frame - the same dimensions he had back in the service - didn't tower over his daughter-in-law like he did most gals, and as he came up behind Agatha he tried to remember to keep himself in check, something he had been having trouble doing around her lately.
"Cooking up something good?" Hank asked as he put his hands on her bare shoulders, the skin softer than the muscle underneath, and as he squeezed her upper arms he looked at the bra straps underneath the light green sleeveless blouse and shook his head.
Agatha hadn't had a bra on when they arrived and when he saw the way she was relaxing with his husband on their deck, reclining with her plump round tits straining the blouse and the nipples clear to see, Hank got hard fast.
The poor woman, not expecting company, was just laying there enjoying a nice Sunday afternoon and was clearly embarrassed to be seen so casually dressed and after saying hellos had hustled into the house and put a bra on.
"Just a salad," Agatha replied as her father-in-law kissed her neck. "Mom says she isn't that hungry."
"Horrible for us to just show up like this," Hank said as he inhaled the slightly feminine scent of her reddish brown hair.
"Nonsense, you know you're always welcome here," Agatha chirped as merrily as her slightly deep voice allowed.
"You didn't have to put this on you know," Herb whispered as his fingers traced the bra strap on her shoulder. "I thought you looked incredible the way you were."
"Couldn't do that," Agatha replied, her body shivering when she felt her father-in-law lean into her a little. "Just wasn't expecting company."
"So I noticed," Hank said, and when Agatha raised her hands to put what she was chopping in the bowl, she almost dropped what she was holding when she felt his fingers slide around and rub her exposed underarms. "I kinda like it. I get 5 o'clock shadow too you know."
Agatha squirmed and wiggled but didn't yell or run, and when a grinning Hank Sutton noticed that he kept going. His thumbs lightly stroked the moist peach fuzz and he felt his daughter-in-law begin to relax under his kinky massage.
"Like father - like son," Agatha mumbled as she looked down and saw her nipples poking out into the bra and blouse noticeably.
"My boy does this to you?" Hank asked, and when she nodded he chuckled.
"He even tells me not to shave at all in the winter," Agatha confessed.
