"Come in, Pete," she said, turning away from the door and walking down the hall. "Should I have brought my toolbox?" I asked as I closed the door and followed her.

"No, I just need you to cut the grass again," she said. "Beer's in the fridge if you need it."

"Thanks, Joanne," I replied. "Anything else?"

"Nope. I'll be watching TV in the living room if you need me." And with that, she headed off to the couch, leaving me standing by the back door in shock. What the heck? She wasn't even trying to seduce me or anything! I was kind of insulted, I guess, considering all that had happened between us before.

I went out and mowed the lawn with a vengeance. A couple of times I saw her at the window watching me. It only took about forty-five minutes for me to finish. I parked the mower and headed inside for that beer.

In the house, it was silent. All I could hear was the sparkling foam of the beer in my hand. Oh yeah, and my own pulse beating in my ears.

Then: "Petey? Pete? Are you done outside?"

I hollered back, "Yeah!"

"Good, hold on for a minute..." Joanne appeared in the doorway. "The toilet is stopped up, Pete. I was washing the bathroom mirror and I tossed the paper towels in the toilet. Now they're jammed. Could you ...?"

"Sure," I said, "just lemme finish this beer."

"Hurry, because I have to pee!" She smiled and went back down the hall.

I took the last few swallows and tossed the can in the recycling bin, then headed for the only bathroom in the whole house.

Joanne was on her hands and knees, leaning over the toilet and looking in. Her short robe was ridden up completely over her luscious ass, exposing both her fleshy, smooth cheeks and her hairy crack. "Good grief, Joanne!" I exclaimed.

She looked back at me. "Oh hey, Pete, take a look," she said, sitting up and back. It was as if she didn't know that she flashed me, but surely she did realize that...? What could I do? I went over and checked out the toilet. The water was right at the edge of the rim and there was a mass of blue-stained paper towels caught in the bottom.

"Shit," I said.

"No, just paper towels and glass cleaner," Joanne giggled.

"I meant, Shit, I'll have to do this manually." I knelt down beside her and started to gingerly pick wet clumps of paper from the flooded toilet.

"Hurry up, Pete, I still have to pee," she said.

"If I go any faster, I'll splash on your floor," I reminded her.

She stood up. "Ohh, ohh, I really have to go," she sang. For God's sake, this was my wife's mother, and she sounded like a little girl. I looked up at her. From this angle, I could see a bit of her pussy. Also from down here, her breasts looked even larger. They jiggled and swayed as she danced from foot to foot. "Pete, I really gotta go!"

"Pee in the sink or something!" I blurted.

"How about in the tub?"......(cont)