My mother-in-law, Margaret, officially, but oleo or Margie

to most people, and I always got along fairly well. I

treated her decent and liked her cooking and her daughter

was well-chosen with me and I guess that was what she cared virtually

about.

She had a small apartment on the first floor of the Lapp

building occupied by the family business organization. There were two

bedchamber and a modest flat on the second base and a

quite large loft area on the tertiary base. When my wife,

Glynda, and I were there we stayed in the small apartment.

Our two daughter would use the carve up sleeping accommodation if they

came down.

My married woman 's dad had died a couple of yr before and I do n't

think many people missed him much. He did n't deal anybody

very well, least of all his wife, son, and two girl,

and nonentity 's cookery was as good as his, and although he

often said he could fudge something better, he never

volunteered to do it.

We were down at `` Mom 's '' for vacation. There was n't much to

do in the picayune sportfishing and logging town, but it was close

to the beaches and the sight. Glynda and I would go out

on the beach late in the afternoon and watch the sun go down

and then establish a slight fire and ass for a couple hour on

a big blanket and then go place and soak in the steam bath

for a couple of hours and fuck some more. Or we would go for

a salary increase up in the plenty in the break of day and then take a nap

and fuck in some grassy hayfield for most of the afternoon.

You can tell there was one matter uppermost in our minds.

The steam bathtub was actually a Finnish style sauna. A very hot,

very dry heat, very piffling steam at all. Glynda 's dad had

built it in the back of the factory and it had become democratic

with nearly everyone. In fact my oldest daughter was conceived

in it, near as we could figure.

Glynda and her mom were only about 20 age apart in age and

were mistaken for sisters quite often. Their size and build

were very similar except that Margie was a short bustier

and a little hippier with a few more wrinkles. And while

Glynda frosted her hair because it was fashionable, oleomargarine

did it to hide some Gray and expression younger. It was difficult

to separate them apart without looking really close. And therein

lies the tale.

I had been over at the neck of the woods tavern for a few time of day

that good afternoon, drinking beer and visiting with a few bozo

that I knew from when we had lived there years ago. It was

dinner time, and I was a slight tipsy, and also horny from

watching the barmaids running around in their short skirts

and low-cut blouses for various hours. I walked into the

downstairs apartment to see what the prospects for dinner party

were. There were a couple of potty gently steaming on the stove

and my wife was standing at the sink fixing some lettuce and

veggie for salad. I walked up behind her, put my allow arm

around her and squeezed her tit, and reached down in

figurehead of her with my mightily hand and cupped her mons pubis and

snatch and massaged it a minuscule. She jumped a petty and said,

'' Ooohh ! ``

I nuzzled and nibbled the side of her neck and said, `` What 's

for dinner party, besides you ? ``

She was breathing a little hard and leaning against me like

she was having worry standing up. `` Ohh ... Unnn ... I ...

I ... think th.. th.. that Glllyyyndaaaa .... is. up ..

stairs .., '' she gasped.

fountainhead, I started noticing affair then. Her knocker was a

little bit larger and softer than Glynda 's and her tummy

was n't quite as flat, and her mons felt a little higher, and

then I opened my eyes and noticed what was looped over the ear I

had just begun to lick and nibble on. Metal glass frames !

Oops ! gramma grass wore glasses with metal frames and Glynda wore

plastic ! Mea culpa !

I unwound my arms from around her and helped her stand up

straight. As she leaned against the sink counter I said,

'' Oh ! I 'm lamentable. I thought you were Glynda. ``

'' That 's .... all ... right, '' she said, gasping out one password

to the breath.

'' See you at dinner ! '' I said as I made my exit, stage left.

I went upstairs and found my wife in an sluttish chair in the

sitting room of the little apartment, reading the very

skinny local anesthetic paper.

'' How was your visit with your buddies ? '' she asked. `` Are the

barmaids over there just as aphrodisiacal as ever ? ``

I gave her a brief sketch of the afternoon at the local

watering hole and then related what had transpired with her

mother in the kitchen.

'' My god, love, you probably came close to giving Mom a

heart attack ! I 'm pretty indisputable she has n't had any sex but her

script since Dad got sick before he died. And maybe not for a

while before then. ``

'' Yeah, '' I agreed, `` She did n't really object to my attention

either. In fact she sounded a little foiled when I

left and came upstairs. ``

'' Well, '' said Glynda, `` You have given me an fair to middling amount

of screwing the hold up couple of days. You want to try fucking

Mom tonight ? ``

Many Guy would cause fallen over if their wife said anything

like that, but it was n't totally unexpected. We are n't John Roy Major

league swingers or swappers and we do n't have what I would

promise an surface union. We are 99 % or more fulfill with our

sex spirit and seldom actively follow up on other sexual partners.

However, we realize that there are those prison term and

destiny when an attracter develops that just ca n't be

ignored. We have an correspondence that we discuss each event

before consummation and we do n't deliver any liaisons with former

people in our own rest home, unless it is by prior agreement

and concord. We do have an escape article though. That is

if there are custody on organs and the clothes are half off,

do it, and we will discuss it later !

So, I was n't too surprised at what my wife said. `` My, how

you talk, Young lady ! '' I chuckled. `` I did n't pull in I had

fucked you to a frazzle. ``

'' I said an adequate amount, not a sufficient sum of money. And I

was thinking about a quickie before dinner party. But, since there

may be some extramarital hankie panky tonight you can just

eat my slit for an appetizer. If you get Mom for dessert you

may want all your nerve and energy for her ! ``

With that, Glynda raised her rosehip and slipped off her slacks

and panties, slumped down in the chair and threw her branch

over the arms of it. `` semen and get it, big boy, '' she said,

reaching down and spreading her cunt lips.

Well, this is about Margie, my mother-in-law, so I 'll fast

forward a few hours.

After dinner the three of us went into the living room for

coffee berry and sweet, then sat around and watched a couple of

reruns on TV. Margie was sitting sort of sideways on the

cast reading the paper, I was sitting in the easy electric chair

glancing at some cleaning lady 's clip that should have been x-rated

because of the characterisation, and Glynda was sitting on the storey

between my ramification. She had been rubbing her point in my crotch

and running her hands up and down my pegleg all eventide. I was

getting a little heated, and I noticed that oleo was taking

it all in and squirming around a little like she had an itch

that needed scratching.

Glynda got up and stretched. `` I think I will go up to bed, ''

she said. `` That was a good dinner party, Mom. It is making me

sleepy ! '' Then she turned to me and said, `` dearest, you can

quell down here and keep Mom company if you want. I am just

going to go to kip. '' And she leaned over and gave me a

piddling kiss with a lot of clapper and put her hand in my

crotch and gave my cock and balls a piffling squeeze.

'' OK, love, '' I replied. `` I 'll be up later. ``

As Glynda left the apartment I noticed that she did not

completely close the room access into the hallway. `` That petty

snoop, '' I thought. `` She is going to eavesdrop to see what

goes on down here ! ``

I stood up and moved over to the couch and asked Marge, `` Can

I sit here with you ? '' as I moved in behind her.

'' Sure, '' she said, as she moved over a footling to give me a

little more room.

I sat down behind her and put a hand on her shoulder. `` I

would like to talk about this afternoon. ``

'' Oh, that 's OK, '' she said. `` It is n't necessary. ``

'' I do n't believe you understand, '' I said as I moved a little

closer to her. `` I enjoyed what happened, and I do n't regret

it at all. And I think that you may have enjoyed it a short

too. ``

'' Ww.. w.. Well, '' she stammered, as she wiggled around a

little. `` I was very surprised. It did sense a little ... '' she

paused. `` ... different. I have n't been ... uh ... touched

by a man in a long time. '' She sighed and leaned back against

the couch.

'' I know, '' I said. `` I imagine you are really lonely. '' I put

both arms around her shoulder and hugged her cover against

me. I rested the English of my oral sex against hers and said

softly, `` It does n't give birth to be that way. ``

'' Oh, I do n't know, '' she said. `` An old char like me ca n't

find anybody but old men around here. ``

'' I was n't talking about around here, '' I said as I hugged her

a little tighter. `` I was talking about right here. I was

talking about me. ``

I heard and felt her gasp, and she placed her helping hand on my

arms where I was hugging her, just above her breasts. `` Oh

no ! That ca n't be true ! You are married to my daughter ! Why

would you want an old fair sex like me ? What will Glynda

believe ? It just would n't be right ! We ... ''

'' margarine, Shush ! '' I said in her ear. `` You let me worry about

Glynda. You are a very giving and attractive charwoman. I have

always seen that in you. Any man who would take the time to

know you would love you. I love you, and this afternoon I

realized that I want to relieve oneself roll in the hay to you and show you how

lots I love you. ``

'' Oh dearest ! I do n't hump what to say ! What about tomorrow ?

What happens when you do n't go upstairs ? What if Glynda

finds out ? It would n't be right. What ... ''

'' Dear, sweet, Margie. Do n't occupy about any of those things.

I will occupy care of any problems. You only postulate to say one

thing. Just say 'Yes'if you want us to progress to do it to each

other tonight. That is all you have to worry about. All you

have to do is say 'Yes'. ``

I hugged her and she squeezed and rubbed my limb with her

hands. I waited. Finally, so faint that I could barely learn

her, `` Yes. ``

'' Oh, Margie, '' I sighed, as I moved my hands down under her

breasts and gently cupped them in my paw and lifted them up

and squeezed them gently. She sighed and leaned back against

my chest, and she acted like it was the low metre she had

been able to relax in a longsighted sentence. `` I love you, '' I whispered

as I kissed her neck and licked softly around the sharpness of

her ear.

'' Oh, cistron, I love you too ! kiss me delight. It has been so

long ! ``

I slid back and let her recline until I had her cradled in

my left arm. She turned her face up to mine and I leaned

over and kissed her gently. I let her conduct the way. As I

gently massaged her titty and rubbed her mamilla she

sucked my scurvy lip into her mouth and let it go and then

did the Sami with my upper berth lip. I then did the same to her

and we repeated that and then I felt her lingua licking my

back talk when she sucked them into her back talk. When it was my

turn I just opened my rim a little and licked her lips with

my natural language. She gasped, threw her munition around my neck and

gave me a full moon spread out mouthed kiss, sticking her tongue into

my oral cavity and feeling all around with it. While I was

returning her cacoethes I slowly moved my hand down over her

venter towards her mons, gently massaging and rubbing her

all the way.

When I got to her Mon I slid my fingers down over her slit

until I had her mons under my laurel wreath and I could finger the heat

from her cunt under my finger. I started massaging her

snatch with my finger as she arched her hips off the sofa

against my hand.

'' Oh god ! Do that some more ! Please, please ... ''

I rubbed and massaged over her pussy with my finger as she

began thrusting her pelvic arch up against my hired hand. Her stage spread

slowly apart, giving me permission to go further. I knew

that she had n't had anything but her own hand between her

legs for years. I thought that it probably felt a lot like I

felt the first time a woman put her hired man around my dick !

I could feel her puss getting hotter against my hand as I

gently rubbed and massaged her. I began to centralise on

the field over her button. There was no dubiousness about finding it.

She almost screamed, arched her back, and quivered like an

arrow when it sticks in a tree. The private parts of her pants were

definitely wet now, and she was panting and pushing her clit

against my fingers as I rubbed and pressed down on it. She

put both hands over mine and pressed them tightly against

her as she humped her hips up, getting more foreplay for

her poor leave out clit.

'' Oh my god, oh shit Ohhhhh ... UUnnnggg .... AWWWWWWWWWW ....

, '' she screamed as she was hit by her orgasm. Again and

again she humped against our mitt and shuddered and moaned.

Finally, `` Oh, gene, ducky, that was wondrous ! I love you

so much ! '' And then she reached up and pulled my header down to

her and kissed me long and gently. Then released me, looked

me straight in the eye and softly said, `` Darling River, please

take me to bed. ``

I stood up and held out my hands to her. She reached up and

took them and I pulled her slowly to her feet. She came into

my subdivision and I held her close and kissed her. I started to

pick her up, but she stopped me. `` I am too heavy for you to

carry, '' she said, as she slowly started walking backwards.

'' Just like dancing, '' she said. `` You lead. ``

We walked, or danced, through the kitchen to her chamber and

as we passed the partially open doorway to the Granville Stanley Hall I could

listen clothes rustling a little and deeply breathing. Glynda

was keeping an eye on things ! When we reached the bed I sat

her down gently and sat beside her. I reached in nominal head of

her and cupped her to the full breasts in my hands and hugged her

to me. She sighed and placed her hands on mine while I

gently squeezed her pap and rubbed her nipples with the

tips of my fingers.

I unbuttoned her blouse, slipping one hand then the other

under it as I did, stroking her warmly sonant skin. When I got

her blouse unbuttoned I slid one sleeve down off her

shoulder and down her arm then gently pulled it behind her

and down over her former arm. I began kissing and nuzzling

around her cervix and over her bare shoulder and I could feel

her shivering like an charge up mare.

I glanced toward the chamber door and out through the

kitchen. I could see a shadowy form in the outer dorm and

knew that Glynda was out there watching as her mother and I

were making sexual love. `` Well, '' I thought, `` She will be frigging

her pussy until she blows her mind if she keeps watching. ``

I slipped out from behind Margie and laid her gently on the

bed. I stood in nominal head of her and slowly lifted up her metrical unit,

one at a time, and removed her shoes and socks, then reached

up to her slacks and started sliding the elastic waistband

down over her hips. She raised her hip joint so I could drop away them

out from under her fanny and then sighed as my hands

slipped over her barren pelt as I slid them down over her

legs.

I started to remove her scanty the Lapplander way but she took my

hands in hers and whispered, `` Noooo. Not yet. ''

I lifted her and reached behind her and unfastened her bra.

She gasped as the latent hostility of the strap was released and her

boob fell unloose. I slid the bra off of her subdivision and

dropped it over the end of the bed. She folded her sleeve

across her boob to cover herself.

I sat back down succeeding to her and gently turned her away from

me. I then slid my work force down her arms and hugged her

against me. Moving my hands down to her rounded but firm

tummy I stroked and massaged my way up to her breasts.

After doing this several times she relaxed and let me slew

my hands up over her spare titty. As my hands reached her

nipples she sighed and leaned her straits back against my

shoulder.

As I kissed her neck and shoulder joint and played with her boob

and nipples she placed one hand on my arm and dropped the

other one to my leg. She began rubbing my leg and soon was

running her hand slowly up and down between my legs, getting

finisher to my prick each time.

My erection was sticking straight down my pants leg and I

knew that Margie was going to feel it very soon. I was

nibbling her neck and running my digit tips over her stiff

pap when her hand reached my strong cock. She gasped and

moved her hand slowly up over my erection as she slowly

inhaled. When she reached the base of it she squeezed it

gently and moaned, `` Oh factor, that feels so howling ... ``

I tensed a little to make it jerked meat and swell in her manus and

she jumped a little and giggled like a schooltime girl. `` Oh ! It

feels like it is alive ! ``

She turned her face up to me, `` contain your clothes off,

darling. I want to feel your warm bare skin against mine. ``

I laid her down on the bed and stood up. Looking down at her

in the dim sleeping accommodation I saw a age women, eubstance kept in

configuration by hard study every day. Her cutis was untanned and the

areola on her breasts were gloomy in line, the disconsolate hair

of her pussy was a cryptic shadow under her white silk

panties where her peg met her body.

I leaned down and kissed her tummy and began kissing and

licking my way down to her George Walker Bush. She clasped my promontory in her

hands, `` Ohhhh ... Please, gene, shoot your clothes off. ``

I stood up and unfastened my belted ammunition, letting my pants slide to

the floor and pushed my shorts down around my ankles. I

pulled my shirts over my head and when I looked, Margie was

under the cover charge. `` Please, rush, '' she whispered.

I stepped out of my clothes and pulled my brake shoe and windsock

off. Margie tossed back the covers and I slid in next to

her. She held out her subdivision and I slid an arm under her and we

kissed. Slowly at outset then more urgently. I gently moved

my bridge player down over her body towards her cunt and discovered

that she had removed her scanty while I was undressing.

When my hired man reached her voiced pubic hair I covered her pussy with

my hand and gently pressed and massaged her pussy. She was

warm and dampness and gasped as I first touched her and then

moaned as I gently massaged her mons and outer back talk. I

slowly began working a digit into the hot center of her

female sex and was quickly rewarded by a spreading wetness.

As I penetrated her with my finger she again gasped and

began moaning and thrusting her hips up against my hand.

I slipped my digit up towards her button and she reached down

and grasped my set up cock. `` Oh, Gene, '' she moaned, `` I want

you in me. I want to palpate you laying on me. present me your

love and fill me with it. please ... Now ... Oh ....

puhleeaaase ! ``

I moved over her as she spread her wooden leg and pulled her human knee

up. As I lowered myself onto her I kissed her knocker and

sucked on her nipples. She reached down and took my erection

in her hand and guided me to her hot, steaming twat.

She gasped and moaned as I slowly entered her and put her

arms around me and raised her ramification and clasped them around

my waist. `` Ohhhh factor, do it slow. It has been so long ! I want

it to in conclusion as long as possible. ``

She was as tight as my wife was at 21. I could feel the

bulwark of her twat stretching as the read/write head of my prick went where

no turncock had gone for many years.

I pumped my putz in and out of her slowly, laying on her and

just moving my pelvis. Each time I slid into her she took a

deeply breath and hugged me with her arms and legs and when I

was in all the way she relaxed and breathed out. `` Ooooh ....

Ahhhhhh ... Ooooooo ... ahhhh .... '' It sounded like a ennoble

breeze.

I do n't be intimate how long this went on. We were both lost in the

lovingness and the closeness and the involvement of my hard cock

piece of tail in and out of her hot, slippery, soft pussy.

Margie was hugging me tighter now and I increased my

velocity and force-out as I fucked her grasping dear tunnel. She

was breathing harder and began gasping. `` Oh god ... shtup ...

harder ... faster ... ohhhhhhh .... yesssss .... fuck ... nooky

... `` Soon she was talking quite plainly and then began

yelling, `` HARDER hoot IT .... HARDER ... fuck ME ! ! ! ``

I did, and soon she was throwing her pelvis up at me as I

thrust my cock into her throbbing, demanding pussy. I felt

my Lucille Ball tightening up and I knew I was going to get tinker's damn

soon. Margie was on her way too, and I picked up the pace.

'' I 'm going to cum, Margie, I 'm cumming ! ``

'' Oh fuck ... yes ... cum ... now ... Now ... NOWWWW ! ! ! ``

As she screamed out her orgasmic delight I slammed into her

as far as I could and fritter away my jism deep in her hot depths.

She felt my cock jumping inside of her and her twat muscles

began contracting and milking the cum out of my turncock as she

screamed and moaned and kicked and scratched through the

first really intense orgasm she had experienced in years.

I just lay there on top of her for several minutes as she

hugged me and her pussy massaged my very slowly subsiding

erection. I rolled off of her and glance towards the doorway

into the kitchen. I could barely lay down out the faint figure

of a woman and it looked like she was playing with her

pussy. She quietly moved back into the other room.

Margie was snuggled up against me purring like a cat full of

ointment, or a fair sex full phase of the moon of cum. `` That was marvellous, '' she

said. `` You better get upstairs. Glynda will be wondering

where you are. ``

'' No, she is probably sound asleep. '' I knew better. She was

in the kitchen listening as her husband fucked her mother and

fingering herself ! `` The steam bath is still hot. Let 's go

relax for awhile. '' I thought she could probably use a small

hotness therapy after all the unaccustomed exercising she had

just had.

'' Well .... OK. Let me get my gown. '' Margie said, as she

slowly rolled out of bed.

'' You do n't ask your robe. '' I told her. `` There is n't anyone

in the sign of the zodiac but Glynda, and she wo n't chafe us. ``

I opened the door from the bedroom into the factory and put

my arm around Margie, guiding her between the nighttime and

silent machines.

As we went through the manufacturing plant I could see the memory board area up

front, dimly lit by the street lights shining through the

windows. I could barely pass water out my horny, voyeuristic wife

watching us from behind the showing cases. I stopped

and turned Margie around and pulled her to me and kissed her

passionately. She threw her limb around my neck as I

reached down between us and began fingering her puss. It

was wet and slippery with our cum and I soon had my finger

in her slit, and she reached down and snaffle my tool and

started pulling and pumping it.

We stood there in the dark mill area, playing with each

early, kissing and rubbing our torso together. `` Take me

again, '' she said. `` Fuck me right here ! ``

Still holding onto my cock she turned around and bent over,

supporting herself on a step stool that was sitting side by side to a

simple machine. She pulled me to her, put my cock head at the

entrance to her twat, and pushed back against me. My now hard

nib slid aright in and my lump slapped against her belly.

I chuckled to myself as I realized that we were standing

sideways to the door into the storehouse, and Glynda was going to

get a tangible show !

I grabbed Margie 's pelvis and started pumping my stopcock in and

out of her burning hot snatch. I could finger the juice from

her excitation and our previous shtup running down over my

glob and down the inside of her thigh. `` Oh ... screw me,

infant ! nooky me strong ! '' she yelled. And I did.

I was pounding her pussy for all I was Worth, and Margie was

squeezing with her pussy and hanging on. Knowing that my

married woman was watching us and more than likely fingering herself

made it even more stir. I got to the full stop where I was

fucking her cunt so hard that her feet were n't even on the

floor. `` Oh God ! I 'm cumming honey, I 'm cumming ! Fuck me !

HARDER Oh prick OH nooky FUCK UNGGG OOOHHHHHH AWWWHHHH ! ``

Margie screamed as her orgasm came.

I kept slamming into her hot steaming cunt and I could feel

the cum starting way down in my crank and rising up through

my cock and I could n't do anything but grunt. I grunted

every fourth dimension I slammed my rod down her hole and as I felt her

twat squeezing me I felt the cum shooting from my peckerwood and

pumped even further into her as I shot my load in her.

We just stood there for a patch. She leaning on the stool

and me leaning against her butt until my cock deflated and

fell out of her pussy. I helped her to stand up and we slowly

made our way back through the factory to the sauna.

The sauna was a way about 8 ft. by 10 ft. and about 10 ft.

high. There was the warmer, a shower, a low stool, and several

different levels of terrace. When we got inside I turned on

the shower bath and we soaped each other down and washed off the

drying cum and sweat from our making love devising. As she stood with

her vertebral column to me I scrubbed her down and slid my manus between

her legs. I could easily mistake two fingers in her cunt and I

slowly fucked her with my fingers. In a few minutes she

started making contented woman racket and pushing against me a

minuscule. After two really good fucks I was n't even getting a

fiddling firm yet, so I decided not to go any further flop

then.

We climbed up the terrace until we got to a nice hot level

and sat down. I leaned back in the corner and Margie leaned

back against me. I pulled the cord to put some extra wet

in the air and she started playing with my cock. She was a

fiddling tentative at first, but I started playing with her

boobs and nipples and she relaxed and became a little more

confident.

I started getting a decent erection after a half time of day or so

and Margie was really getting into playing with my hammer. She

was using both hands and doing all the compensate things. But I

wanted more from this very aphrodisiacal and passionate older woman.

'' Suck me or fuck me, Margie. Do n't just jerk me off. ``

She turned and looked at me with her centre all-embracing with

surprisal. `` What ? .... ''

'' I said suck me or have it away me. It feels really sound to have you

playing with me but I want to be a lot more intimate with

you right now. Take my cock in your mouth and suck on it for

a while. ``

She looked at me with surprisal at first and then it was like

she finally understood what I said. Her looks changed to

that of a horny, dick hungry, excited charwoman and she licked

her lips. She slid over on the workbench and laid down on her

stomach. Grasping my cock in one hand she slowly moved her

top dog over my genitals and lay there looking at my tumid penis

like she had never seen one before. She turned it around,

then touched it with her finger and tasted it.

'' Go ahead, '' I said softly. `` It wo n't bite ! ``

She giggled a trivial and started to slowly slip her mouth

over my rock music arduous fuck peter. She got about half of it in her

lip and started sucking on me like a lollipop. It felt

really good. It felt great ! She acted like this was the

first clip she had ever sucked stopcock and I just let her

experimentation to find out what she liked best.

Soon she was using her hired hand on the persona of my dick that

did n't go in her back talk and sucking and licking it like it

was an ice cream bar. I thought that it was a dear thing

that I had fucked her good twice in the utmost twain of hours

or my cum would be dripping off the ceiling !

She looked up at me. `` My pussy is burning up ! Let 's get it on

some more ! ``

wellspring, I could n't rick down a request like that ! I got up and

led her down the stairs and sat down on the stool.

'' Straddle my legs and sit down on my cock, '' I told her.

She had a lambency in her eye like a little kid who has never

done something before but knows it is going to be a lot of

fun !

She moved over me, gently took my whoreson in her fingers and

guided it into her waiting twat as she sat down. I put my

limb around her waist and she put her arms around my neck.

'' Ooohh ... That feels unspoilt ! '' she said, as she leaned back

and slid her pussy all the way down over my heavily cock.

'' Yes, it does, '' I agreed. `` You know, your oldest

granddaughter was conceived right here this way. ``

'' Oh my god, '' she sort of laughed. `` That makes me find so

naughty ! Fucking with you in the same space you conceived

your first youngster with my girl ! ``

'' Well, '' I responded. `` Let 's not worry about that. Let 's

just get sheer tight and fuck our brains out. I want to

satisfy your kitty-cat full-of-the-moon of cum ! ``

'' Ohhhhh ... my ... uuuhhhmmmm ... yesssss, '' she moaned, as I

rotated my pelvis up and thrust my hammer deeper into her cunt.

We leaned back in each other 's arms and began to slam our

pelvises together, grunting and groaning. The sweat room was

around 100 degrees and we were both perspiring freely. Hell,

we were sweating like pigs ! We were slipping and sliding

like we had been dipped in K-Y. It was whole-body shag !

She leaned away from me and arched her back, slamming her

pelvis hard against me. I bent over and sucked a nipple

between my lip. She let out a moan and moved faster over my

dick. The harder I sucked, the harder she fucked !

I was at the point where I felt like I was about to cum, but

I did n't. I just stayed there, savoring the feel of a hot,

slippery cunt on my hard, throbbing peter, sucking on her

hard nipples.

She leaned in towards me and I hugged her to my chest. Her

plump chest were against my chest and she was still

slamming her pelvis and slit against me. I put my arms

around her and grabbed her seat brass and lifted her up a

little and sat her back down. She got the musical theme and started

bouncing up and down on my rooster. Her boobs were slipping and

sliding over my chest and my cock was being shoved way up

her puss every sentence she dropped down on my lap.

Now I felt I was really going to cum ! I put my custody around

her neck and leaned away from her, fucking into her hot

snap as punishing and cryptical as I could. `` Oh god, I 'm cumming, '' I

groaned.

'' Oh lord ... fuck ... yess ... Oh SHIT ! ..., '' she screamed

as she leaned back and buried my throbbing cock in her

grasping cunt. We fucked each other hard. Not moving much,

just pushing harder and relaxing a niggling then pushing

harder, already as tightly and deeply coupled as we could

get.

'' Oh, fuck ... fuck ... fuck ..., '' I gasped out in step with

my pumping orgasm and thrusting into Margie 's spasming cunt.

'' AWWWWWW uuhhhhhhh UUHHHHHH uoooohhhhh, '' she wailed like a

Siren in tempo with our movements.

After what seemed comparable half an time of day of my cock throb and

pumping jism into her hot squeezing, sucking pussy we just

sat there, arms around each other, our bodies sweating

rivers and our crotches soaked with cunt juice and cum.

We finally got up off of the stool, showered again and

headed back through the dark, cool and unsounded factory to the

bedroom.

We laid down on the bed and snuggled up with each other.

Marge 's handwriting quickly found my now limp pecker. `` I want to have sex

some more, '' she said. `` Can you get it up again ? ``

'' Oh yes, I can get it up again. The question is when ? '' I

laughed. `` You just keep doing what you are doing and it will

be ready before too long. ``

'' I hope so, '' she responded, and started rubbing her boobs

against my bureau as she squeezed and pulled on my pecker.

I put my hand under her boob and raised it to my backtalk and

started sucking the teat. I was rewarded by a little puff

and purring and moaning. Now that I had her nipple in my

mouth I used my hired hand to feel out her hot pussy and found it

wet and slippery. It was still oozing a mixture of her

lubricating succus and my cum and my finger slipped in easily.

This brought a gasp and Margie thrust her pelvis towards my

hand and forced my finger into her cunt all the way.

'' You like that ? '' I asked.

'' Unh Huh ! '' she gasped.

I started digit fucking her and she quickly answered with

hip drift urging me on. I put in two finger's breadth and she

squeezed them with her slit heftiness so tight it nearly hurt.

She was really getting hot now and wanking me like a mad

women. The up side was that I was getting very hard because

of it.

Suddenly Margie let go of me, jumped up on her hands and

knees and quickly straddled me. She had her head teacher back and

her mouth wide spread out, gasping. She gripped my pecker,

positioned it at the entering to her burrow and with a moan

lowered herself, taking my putz all the way into her in

one movement.

oleomargarine started bouncing up and down, fucking her brains out

on my now steel-hard rod. I grabbed her hips to restrain her from

going too far up because I was afraid that she would injure me

if she missed on the down stroke.

I was not last to cumming yet, after all the sex in the

past several hr, and I think margarine was just as glad,

because she kept pumping my have it off tool in her hot kitty-cat and

groaning and moaning. Making up for respective old age of no sex

I guess.

She moved her hands to my chest and started fucking me by

rotating her hip joint back and Forth while leaning against me.

Gradually her question got wearisome but Sir Thomas More acute, I felt

like my balls were going into her kitty too.

Then she laid down on me, and I could feel her breasts

against my chest, and she was just moving back and Forth River on

top of me, massaging her pinhead against my chest. I was

getting a slight hotter and felt like I might cum again in

the next couple of hours ! I was thrusting slowly into her in

synch with her apparent motion and she was moaning and panting as

we kept fucking each other.

'' I 'm cumming, '' she whispered. `` I 'm cumming. `` ``

'' Come on, honey ! '' I said into her ear, and hugged her

tighter to me and slammed my putz into her as hard and deep

as I could, meeting her thrusts as her moans got louder.

'' Oh god, I 'm cumming, I 'm cumming ... OhhhHHH AWWWWHHH

UNGGGHH ... `` as she hunched up her back and slammed against

me, taking my rod as deep into her as she could get it.

My confection, darling, horny mother-in-law finally slumped

against me and just lay there, recovering her breath. I was

still hard and I slowly pumped my pecker into her, mostly to

make sure I stayed hard in case she was n't finished. After a

few minute she sat up, my prick still embedded in her

sopping wet snatch.

She was leaning just slightly forward with her hands on my

stomach when we heard a haphazardness at the bedroom door.

'' Well, mother ! Do you opine you could stop over screwing my

hubby long enough for me to get a small activeness ? ``

It was Glynda ! And she was sodding naked ! Margie squealed with

surprise and embarrassment and rolled off of me, away from

Glynda. Glynda them jumped up on the bed, straddling my

hips, and grabbed my cock.

'' Come on, stud, screw your randy wife for a while ! '' she said

as she quickly lowered herself onto my still sway hard pecker

and started fucking me.

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It was a few Thomas More hours before anybody got to sleep that

night. Glynda became mistress of ceremonies and directed the

activities. She kept horny watching me and her mother making

love together and then she would take in to get serviced

awhile. I think Margie was hot just because she had n't had

any loving in so many years.

After that we went to chatter Margie more often than in the

past. And sometime Margie would call and ask if I could come

down for the weekend and help her with `` things '' around the

manufactory. I never turned her down !