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

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

treated her decent and liked her cooking and her girl

was felicitous with me and I guess that was what she cared most

about.

She had a small apartment on the first level of the Sami

building occupied by the family business. There were two

sleeping room and a smaller apartment on the second floor and a

quite large loft country on the third trading floor. When my wife,

Glynda, and I were there we stayed in the pocket-sized apartment.

Our two daughters would use the separate bedrooms if they

came down.

My wife 's dad had died a duad of yr before and I do n't

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

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

and cipher 's cooking was as ripe as his, and although he

often said he could cook something better, he never

volunteered to do it.

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

do in the little fishing and logging Town, but it was skinny

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

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

and then build a little blast and piece of tail for a duet hours on

a big blanket and then go home and soakage in the steam bathroom

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

a hike up in the mountains in the morning time and then exact a nap

and fuck in some grassy meadow for about of the afternoon.

You can assure there was one thing uppermost in our minds.

The steam Bath was actually a Finnish flair sauna. A very hot,

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

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

with nearly everyone. In fact my Old daughter was conceived

in it, near as we could figure.

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

were mistaken for babe quite often. Their sizing and build

were very similar except that Margie was a slight busty

and a little hippier with a few to a greater extent crinkle. And while

Glynda frosted her hair because it was fashionable, Marge

did it to hide some grey-haired and search younger. It was difficult

to tell them apart without looking really shut down. And in that

lies the tale.

I had been over at the neck of the woods tap house for a few 60 minutes

that afternoon, drinking beer and visiting with a few guy cable

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

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

watching the barmaids running around in their abruptly doll

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

downstairs apartment to see what the prospects for dinner

were. There were a span of pots gently steaming on the stove

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

veggies for salad. I walked up behind her, put my left wing arm

around her and squeezed her tit, and reached down in

presence of her with my rectify helping hand and cupped her mons and

twat and massaged it a little. She jumped a little and said,

'' Ooohh ! ``

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

for dinner, 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.

Well, I started noticing things then. Her breast was a

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

was n't quite as monotonous, and her mons felt a short gamey, and

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

had just begun to clobber and pick on. metallic element glass framing !

Oops ! Gramma wore glasses with metal chassis and Glynda wore

plastic ! Mea culpa !

I unwound my weapon from around her and helped her standpoint up

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

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

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

to the breath.

'' See you at dinner party ! '' I said as I made my loss, stagecoach left.

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

sitting elbow room of the fiddling apartment, reading the very

skinny local paper.

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

barmaids over there just as sexy as ever ? ``

I gave her a legal brief study of the afternoon at the local anaesthetic

watering hole and then related what had transpired with her

mother in the kitchen.

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

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

hired man since Dad got spue 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 disappoint when I

left and came upstairs. ``

'' Well, '' said Glynda, `` You have given me an adequate measure

of screwing the last pair of days. You want to try fucking

Mom tonight ? ``

Many guy rope would have fallen over if their wife said anything

like that, but it was n't totally unexpected. We are n't major

conference swinger or swappers and we do n't have what I would

bid an open wedlock. We are 99 % or more satisfied with our

sex biography and seldom actively follow early sexual partners.

However, we realize that there are those clip and

circumstances when an attraction develops that just ca n't be

ignored. We have an understanding that we discuss each consequence

before consummation and we do n't have any liaison with other

masses in our own home, unless it is by prior organisation

and understanding. We do own an flight clause though. That is

if there are hands on organs and the apparel 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 actualize I had

fucked you to a frazzle. ``

'' I said an equal measure, not a sufficient quantity. And I

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

may be some extramarital hanky panky tonight you can just

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

may call for all your touchwood and vitality for her ! ``

With that, Glynda raised her hips and slipped off her quag

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

over the weapons system 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 support way for

coffee and dessert, then sat around and watched a yoke of

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

frame reading the paper, I was sitting in the leisurely hot seat

glancing at some woman 's magazine that should have been x-rated

because of the pictorial matter, and Glynda was sitting on the storey

between my pegleg. She had been rubbing her headspring in my crotch

and running her hands up and down my stage all evening. I was

getting a little heated, and I noticed that oleomargarine 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 serious dinner party, Mom. It is making me

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

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

going to go to log Z's. '' And she leaned over and gave me a

little kiss with a lot of tongue and put her mitt in my

crotch and gave my tool and balls a little squeeze.

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

As Glynda left the apartment I noticed that she did not

completely close the threshold into the hallway. `` That little

snooper, '' I thought. `` She is going to listen in to see what

goes on down here ! ``

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

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

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

little more room.

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

would wish to spill about this afternoon. ``

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

'' 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 repent

it at all. And I think that you may deliver enjoyed it a little

too. ``

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

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

paused. `` ... unlike. 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 shoulders and hugged her back against

me. I rested the side of my mind against hers and said

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

'' Oh, I do n't make love, '' she said. `` An old woman 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 pant, and she placed her hands on my

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

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

would you desire an old woman like me ? What will Glynda

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

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

Glynda. You are a very handsome and attractive womanhood. I have

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

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

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

much I love you. ``

'' Oh dear ! I do n't screw 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 worry about any of those things.

I will fill maintenance of any job. You only need to say one

thing. Just say 'Yes'if you want us to clear enjoy to each

early 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 subdivision with her

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

her, `` Yes. ``

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

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

and squeezed them gently. She sighed and leaned back against

my breast, and she acted like it was the number one time she had

been capable to make relaxed in a recollective clip. `` I love you, '' I whispered

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

her ear.

'' Oh, Gene, 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 lead the way. As I

gently massaged her breasts and rubbed her nipples she

sucked my frown lip into her oral cavity and let it go and then

did the same with my amphetamine lip. I then did the Saami to her

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

lips when she sucked them into her mouth. When it was my

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

my spit. She gasped, threw her weapon around my neck opening and

gave me a full undetermined mouthed kiss, sticking her clapper into

my mouth and feeling all around with it. While I was

returning her warmth I slowly moved my mitt down over her

stomach towards her mons, gently massaging and rubbing her

all the way.

When I got to her mons I slid my fingerbreadth down over her snatch

until I had her mons under my medallion and I could feel the heating plant

from her cunt under my fingers. I started massaging her

kidnapping with my fingers as she arched her hips off the couch

against my hand.

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

I rubbed and massaged over her cunt with my fingers as she

began thrusting her hips up against my hand. Her legs spread

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

that she had n't had anything but her own bridge player between her

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

felt the outset sentence a char put her hand around my cock !

I could experience her cunt getting hotter against my hand as I

gently rubbed and massaged her. I began to condense on

the arena over her button. There was no question about finding it.

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

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

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

against my fingerbreadth 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 than stimulation for

her poor neglected 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 hands and shuddered and moaned.

Finally, `` Oh, cistron, deary, that was fantastic ! I love you

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

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

me straight in the eye and softly said, `` Darling, 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 foundation. She came into

my blazon and I held her closing curtain and kissed her. I started to

cream 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 bedroom and

as we passed the partially assailable doorway to the hall I could

hear clothes rustling a little and rich respiration. Glynda

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

her down gently and sat beside her. I reached in front of

her and cupped her full phase of the moon titty in my custody and hugged her

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

gently squeezed her tits and rubbed her nipples with the

tips of my fingers.

I unbuttoned her blouse, slipping one mitt then the other

under it as I did, stroking her warm flabby skin. When I got

her blouse unbuttoned I slid one sleeve down off her

articulatio humeri and down her arm then gently pulled it behind her

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

around her neck and over her bare shoulders and I could palpate

her shivering like an sex mare.

I glanced toward the bedroom door and out through the

kitchen. I could see a wraithlike form in the outer hall and

knew that Glynda was out there watching as her female parent and I

were making 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 front of her and slowly lifted up her feet,

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 rose hip so I could slip them

out from under her buttocks and then sighed as my hands

slipped over her bare skin as I slid them down over her

legs.

I started to remove her pantie the same 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 tautness of the strap was released and her

knocker fell free. I slid the bra off of her blazon and

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

across her breasts to cover herself.

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

me. I then slid my hands 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 metre she relaxed and let me slip

my hands up over her bare breast. As my men reached her

nipples she sighed and leaned her head back against my

shoulder.

As I kissed her neck and shoulders and played with her dope

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

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

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

closer to my cock each time.

My erection was sticking straight down my pants leg and I

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

nibbling her neck opening and running my finger confidential information over her slopped

teat when her mitt reached my intemperate putz. She gasped and

moved her hired man slowly up over my hard-on as she slowly

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

gently and moaned, `` Oh Gene, that feels so wonderful ... ``

I tensed a picayune to attain it jerk and tumefy in her handwriting and

she jumped a footling and giggled like a school day girl. `` Oh ! It

spirit like it is active ! ``

She turned her side up to me, `` Take your clothes off,

darling. I want to palpate your quick bare hide against mine. ``

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

in the dim bedroom I saw a age women, body kept in

shape by hard work every day. Her skin was untanned and the

ring of color on her knocker were dreary in contrast, the dark fuzz

of her twat was a secret tail under her flannel silk

panties where her legs met her body.

I leaned down and kissed her tummy and began kissing and

licking my way down to her George H.W. Bush. She clasped my fountainhead in her

hands, `` Ohhhh ... Please, Gene, take your dress off. ``

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

the story and pushed my trunks down around my ankles. I

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

under the cover song. `` Please, hurry, '' she whispered.

I stepped out of my apparel and pulled my shoes and socks

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

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

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

my hand down over her body towards her pussy and discovered

that she had removed her scanty while I was undressing.

When my hand reached her soft bush I covered her kitty-cat with

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

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

moaned as I gently massaged her mons and proscribed lips. I

slowly began working a finger 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 finger up towards her clitoris and she reached down

and grasped my erect prick. `` Oh, Gene, '' she moaned, `` I want

you in me. I want to feel you laying on me. pass on me your

beloved and satiate me with it. Please ... Now ... Oh ....

puhleeaaase ! ``

I moved over her as she spread her legs and pulled her knees

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

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

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

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

arms around me and raised her legs and clasped them around

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

it to last as long as possible. ``

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

paries of her snatch stretching as the point of my stopcock went where

no cock had gone for many years.

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

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

inscrutable breath and hugged me with her weapon system and legs and when I

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

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

breeze.

I do n't know how recollective this went on. We were both lost in the

warmth and the closeness and the intimacy of my hard turncock

shag in and out of her hot, slippery, subdued pussy.

Margie was hugging me pissed now and I increased my

f number and force as I fucked her grasping love tunnel. She

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

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

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

cheering, `` HARDER damn IT .... HARDER ... screw ME ! ! ! ``

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

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

my bollock tightening up and I knew I was going to arrive 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 pleasure I slammed into her

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

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

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

screamed and moaned and kicked and scratched through the

first really acute orgasm she had experienced in years.

I just lay there on top of her for various bit as she

hugged me and her pussy massaged my very slowly subsiding

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

into the kitchen. I could barely build out the shadowy name

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

pussycat. She quietly moved back into the early room.

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

pick, or a woman full of cum. `` That was wonderful, '' she

said. `` You meliorate get upstair. Glynda will be wondering

where you are. ``

'' No, she is probably speech 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 little

heat therapy after all the unaccustomed exercise she had

just had.

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

slowly rolled out of bed.

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

in the household but Glynda, and she wo n't bother us. ``

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

my arm around Margie, guiding her between the darkness and

understood machines.

As we went through the mill I could see the store area up

front, dimly lit by the street luminousness shining through the

windows. I could barely name out my horny, voyeuristic wife

watching us from behind the exhibit pillowcase. I stopped

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

passionately. She threw her blazonry around my cervix as I

reached down between us and began fingering her slit. It

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

in her slit, and she reached down and grabbed my prick and

started pulling and pumping it.

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

other, kissing and rubbing our consistency together. `` Take me

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

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

supporting herself on a step stool that was sitting future to a

car. She pulled me to her, put my hammer head at the

entering to her cunt, and pushed back against me. My now unvoiced

beak slid right in and my balls slapped against her belly.

I chuckled to myself as I realized that we were standing

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

get a real show !

I grabbed Margie 's pelvic girdle and started pumping my tool in and

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

her fervor and our previous fucking running down over my

balls and down the interior of her thigh. `` Oh ... Fuck me,

sister ! Fuck me hard ! '' she yelled. And I did.

I was pounding her slit for all I was worth, and Margie was

squeezing with her puss and hanging on. Knowing that my

wife was watching us and more than likely fingering herself

made it even more rouse. I got to the point where I was

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

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

HARDER Oh son of a bitch OH shtup FUCK UNGGG OOOHHHHHH AWWWHHHH ! ``

Margie screamed as her climax came.

I kept slamming into her hot steaming bitch and I could palpate

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

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

every time I slammed my rod down her hole and as I felt her

cunt squeezing me I felt the cum shooting from my pecker and

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

We just stood there for a while. She leaning on the dejection

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 manufacturing plant to the sauna.

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

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

dissimilar stratum of benches. When we got inside I turned on

the exhibitor and we soaped each former down and washed off the

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

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

her legs. I could easily slip two digit in her cunt and I

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

started making contented woman noises and pushing against me a

trivial. After two really ripe screw I was n't even getting a

little firm yet, so I decided not to go any further right-hand

then.

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

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

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

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

little 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 hour or so

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

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

wanted more from this very sexy and passionate older woman.

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

She turned and looked at me with her eyes wide with

surprise. `` What ? .... ''

'' I said suck me or have sex me. It feels really soundly to possess you

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

you right now. Take my pecker in your sass and suction on it for

a spell. ``

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

she finally understood what I said. Her looks changed to

that of a horny, shaft hungry, excited woman and she licked

her sassing. She slid over on the bench and laid down on her

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

top dog over my crotch and lay there looking at my rear member

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

then touched it with her fingerbreadth and tasted it.

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

She giggled a slight and started to slowly gaucherie her speak

over my rock and roll hard nooky instrument. She got about half of it in her

backtalk and started sucking on me like a ice lolly. It felt

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

for the first time time she had ever sucked putz and I just let her

experiment to come up what she liked best.

Soon she was using her hired hand on the part of my cock that

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

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

that I had fucked her undecomposed twice in the live distich of hour

or my cum would be dripping off the ceiling !

She looked up at me. `` My kitty is burning up ! Let 's fuck

some more ! ``

Well, I could n't grow down a asking like that ! I got up and

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

'' Straddle my peg and sit down on my rooster, '' I told her.

She had a lambency in her eye like a small 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 prick in her digit and

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

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

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

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

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

granddaughter was conceived right here this way. ``

'' Oh my god, '' she sorting of laughed. `` That makes me finger so

naughty ! Fucking with you in the same stead you conceived

your first nestling with my girl ! ``

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

just get absolute nasty and fuck our brains out. I want to

fill your puss total of cum ! ``

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

rotated my pelvic arch up and thrust my rooster deeper into her cunt.

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

pelvises together, grunting and groaning. The sauna was

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

we were sweating like copper ! We were slipping and sliding

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

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

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

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

cock. 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 smell of a hot,

slippery puss on my hard, throbbing cock, sucking on her

hard nipples.

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

plump breasts were against my chest and she was still

slamming her pelvic girdle and pussy against me. I put my coat of arms

around her and grabbed her bum cheeks and lifted her up a

little and sat her back down. She got the idea and started

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

sliding over my pectus and my hammer was being shoved way up

her cunt every clip she dropped down on my lap.

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

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

snatch as difficult and deep as I could. `` Oh god, I 'm cumming, '' I

groaned.

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

as she leaned back and buried my throbbing cock in her

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

just pushing harder and relaxing a petty then pushing

harder, already as tightly and deeply coupled as we could

get.

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

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

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

Siren in tempo with our movements.

After what seemed like half an hour of my cock throbbing and

pumping jism into her hot squeezing, sucking pussycat we just

sat there, blazonry around each other, our bodies sweating

rivers and our genitals soaked with pussy succus and cum.

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

headed back through the nighttime, cool and silent factory to the

bedroom.

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

Marge 's hand quickly found my now limp cock. `` I want to fuck

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

'' Oh yes, I can get it up again. The interrogation 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 chest as she squeezed and pulled on my pecker.

I put my script under her boob and raised it to my mouth and

started sucking the tit. I was rewarded by a little gasp

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

rima oris I used my helping hand to feel out her hot pussy and found it

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

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

This brought a gasp and Margie thrust her renal 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 fingerbreadth fucking her and she quickly answered with

hip bm urging me on. I put in two finger and she

squeezed them with her cunt muscleman so tight it nearly hurt.

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

womanhood. The up position was that I was getting very hard because

of it.

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

knees and quickly straddled me. She had her top dog back and

her oral fissure wide open, gasping. She gripped my cock,

positioned it at the entrance to her tunnel and with a moan

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

one movement.

Marge started bouncing up and down, fucking her brains out

on my now steel-hard rod. I grabbed her pelvis to keep her from

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

if she missed on the down stroke.

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

past respective hours, and I think margarin was just as glad,

because she kept pumping my get it on instrument in her hot pussy and

groaning and moaning. Making up for several geezerhood of no sex

I guess.

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

rotating her hips back and forth while leaning against me.

Gradually her apparent movement got slower but Thomas More intense, I felt

like my balls were going into her pussy too.

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

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

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

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

the next distich of time of day ! I was thrusting slowly into her in

synch with her movements and she was moaning and panting as

we kept fucking each other.

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

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

tighter to me and slammed my shaft into her as operose and deep

as I could, meeting her poking as her groan got louder.

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

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

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

My sweet, darling, hornlike mother-in-law finally slumped

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

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

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

few hour she sat up, my peter 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.

'' wellspring, Mother ! Do you call back you could contain screwing my

husband long enough for me to get a piddling action ? ``

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

surprisal and embarrassment and rolled off of me, away from

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

pelvis, and grabbed my cock.

'' Come on, studhorse, fuck your ruttish wife for a while ! '' she said

as she quickly lowered herself onto my still rock hard bill

and started fucking me.

Epilog :

It was a few more hours before anybody got to sleep that

dark. Glynda became mistress of ceremonial and directed the

activities. She kept horny watching me and her female parent devising

love together and then she would have 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 call Margie more often than in the

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

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

factory. I never turned her down !