After dinner, I helped by gathering all the dirty dishes and placing them in the sink. Jennifer washed them while I dried and put them away. Meanwhile, Emily wiped down the dining table, and Oliver headed into his room.
Emily was cleaning the dining table and Oliver went inside the room..
The kitchen was quiet, the only sounds the drip of water from the faucet and the soft clink of dishes as I dried them. Jennifer's breasts swayed with each movement, the thin fabric of her blouse clinging to her curves, the cleavage deep and tempting. My cock twitched in my pants, my gaze locked on the way her body moved, the way her hips rolled as she scrubbed the plates.
I cleared my throat, my voice low, hesitant, but determined.
"Mother-in-law…" I started, my fingers tightening around the dish towel. "Can I ask you something?"
