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

about.

She had a small flat on the 1st floor of the Same

building occupied by the family business sector. There were two

chamber and a smaller apartment on the second base and a

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

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

Our two daughter would use the break up bedroom if they

came down.

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

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

very well, to the lowest degree of all his married woman, son, and two girl,

and nobody 's cookery was as trade good as his, and although he

often said he could prepare 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 little sportfishing and logging town, but it was finis

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

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

and then work up a picayune fire and roll in the hay for a span hours on

a big cover and then go home and soak in the steam bathing tub

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

a boost up in the mountains in the morning and then take a nap

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

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

The steam bath was actually a Finnish way sauna. A very hot,

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

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

with nearly everyone. In fact my onetime 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 sis quite often. Their size and build

were very standardized except that Margie was a little bustier

and a piddling hippier with a few more than wrinkles. And while

Glynda frosted her hair because it was fashionable, Marge

did it to hide some gray and spirit younger. It was difficult

to tell them apart without looking really finish. And therein

lies the tale.

I had been over at the locality tavern for a few minute

that afternoon, drinking beer and visiting with a few guys

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

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

watching the barmaids running around in their inadequate skirt

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

downstairs apartment to see what the view for dinner

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

and my married woman was standing at the cesspool fixing some pelf and

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

around her and squeezed her tit, and reached down in

figurehead of her with my right hired hand and cupped her mons and

pussy and massaged it a minuscule. She jumped a little 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 backbreaking and leaning against me like

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

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

stairs .., '' she gasped.

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

little bit magnanimous and softer than Glynda 's and her tum

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 looking glass frame of reference !

Oops ! grama wore glasses with metal framing and Glynda wore

plastic ! Mea culpa !

I unwound my implements of war from around her and helped her stand up

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

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

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

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 easy chair in the

sitting room of the little apartment, reading the very

skinny topical anaesthetic paper.

'' How was your sojourn with your pal ? '' she asked. `` Are the

barmaids over there just as sexy 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

meat attack ! I 'm moderately sure she has n't had any sex but her

hand 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 frustrated when I

left and came upstairs. ``

'' Well, '' said Glynda, `` You have given me an adequate sum of money

of screwing the final stage couple of Clarence Shepard Day Jr.. 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 tramp or swappers and we do n't receive what I would

call up an open marriage. We are 99 % or more live up to with our

sex lives and seldom actively pursue other intimate partners.

However, we realize that there are those meter and

circumstances when an attractive feature develops that just ca n't be

ignored. We have an agreement that we discuss each effect

before consummation and we do n't consume any link with other

people in our own home, unless it is by prior organization

and agreement. We do cause an escape article though. That is

if there are manpower on organs and the wearing apparel are half off,

do it, and we will discourse it later !

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

you talk, Lester Willis Young lady ! '' I chuckled. `` I did n't realise I had

fucked you to a frazzle. ``

'' I said an tolerable total, not a sufficient amount. And I

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

may be some adulterous hanky panky tonight you can just

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

may need all your mettle and Energy for her ! ``

With that, Glynda raised her hip joint and slipped off her slacks

and step-in, slumped down in the chairperson and threw her wooden leg

over the weaponry of it. `` seminal fluid and get it, big boy, '' she said,

reaching down and spreading her cunt lips.

fountainhead, 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 livelihood way for

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

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

sofa reading the composition, I was sitting in the easy chair

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

because of the pictures, and Glynda was sitting on the base

between my legs. She had been rubbing her head word in my genitals

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

getting a little hot up, 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, Mom. It is making me

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

stay 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

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

crotch and gave my cock 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 door into the hallway. `` That little

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 petty to give me a

little more room.

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

would like to talk about this good afternoon. ``

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

'' I do n't think you understand, '' I said as I moved a fiddling

finisher 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 little

too. ``

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

little. `` I was very surprise. It did feel a piffling ... '' she

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

by a man in a recollective 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 joint and hugged her back against

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

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

'' Oh, I do n't know, '' she said. `` An old cleaning lady 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 hands on my

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

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

would you want an old char like me ? What will Glynda

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

'' oleomargarine, Shush ! '' I said in her ear. `` You let me occupy about

Glynda. You are a very big and attractive woman. I have

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

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

realized that I want to pretend enjoy to you and show you how

a great deal I love you. ``

'' Oh dear ! I do n't know 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, dessert, Margie. Do n't worry about any of those things.

I will take aid of any problems. You only take to say one

affair. Just say 'Yes'if you want us to make love to each

early tonight. That is all you have to vex about. All you

have to do is say 'Yes'. ``

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

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

her, `` Yes. ``

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

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

and squeezed them gently. She sighed and leaned back against

my chest, and she acted like it was the offset sentence she had

been able to relax in a long time. `` I love you, '' I whispered

as I kissed her cervix and licked softly around the edge of

her ear.

'' Oh, gene, I love you too ! buss me please. It has been so

long ! ``

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

my get out 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 titty and rubbed her nipples she

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

did the same with my pep pill lip. I then did the same to her

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

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

turn I just opened my mouth a little and licked her backtalk with

my tongue. She gasped, threw her weapon system around my neck and

gave me a replete subject mouthed kiss, sticking her knife into

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

returning her heat I slowly moved my hand down over her

stomach towards her mons pubis, gently massaging and rubbing her

all the way.

When I got to her mons I slid my fingers down over her kitty-cat

until I had her mons pubis under my palm and I could feel the passion

from her cunt under my digit. I started massaging her

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

against my hand.

'' Oh god ! Do that some Thomas More ! Please, please ... ''

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

began thrusting her hip up against my handwriting. Her legs facing pages

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 get-go time a woman put her hand around my cock !

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

gently rubbed and massaged her. I began to centralise on

the arena over her clitoris. There was no doubt 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 clitoris

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

put both manpower over mine and pressed them tightly against

her as she humped her hips up, getting more than stimulation for

her pitiable 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, Darling River, that was wonderful ! I love you

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

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

me straight in the eye and softly said, `` favourite, please

take me to bed. ``

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

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

my arms and I held her close up and kissed her. I started to

pick her up, but she stopped me. `` I am too labored 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 open room access to the Asaph Hall I could

listen clothes rustling a slight and mysterious 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 front of

her and cupped her full tit 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 mammilla with the

tips of my fingers.

I unbuttoned her blouse, slipping one hand then the other

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

her blouse unbuttoned I slid one sleeve down off her

shoulder joint 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 shoulder and I could experience

her shivering like an delirious mare.

I glanced toward the bedroom doorway and out through the

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

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

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

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

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

bed. I stood in forepart of her and slowly lifted up her feet,

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

up to her slackness and started sliding the elastic cincture

down over her hips. She raised her hips so I could slip them

out from under her buttocks and then sighed as my hands

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

legs.

I started to remove her panty the like 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 shoulder strap was released and her

breasts fell discharge. I slid the bra off of her coat of arms and

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

across her white meat to cover herself.

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

me. I then slid my hands down her implements of war and hugged her

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

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

After doing this respective multiplication she relaxed and let me slide

my men up over her stark breast. As my manpower reached her

nipples she sighed and leaned her head back against my

shoulder.

As I kissed her cervix and articulatio humeri and played with her boobs

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 mitt slowly up and down between my legs, getting

closer to my cock each time.

My erection was sticking straight down my trouser leg and I

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

nibbling her neck and running my finger tips over her stiff

nipples when her hand reached my difficult cock. She gasped and

moved her hand slowly up over my erecting as she slowly

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

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

I tensed a small to make it flick and puff up in her deal and

she jumped a small and giggled like a school fille. `` Oh ! It

smell like it is alive ! ``

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

darling. I want to feel your warm 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 mature adult female, body kept in

form by concentrated work every day. Her skin was untanned and the

areola on her breasts were night in line, the dark hair

of her pussy was a mysterious shadow under her white silk

panties where her leg met her body.

I leaned down and kissed her tummy and began kissing and

licking my way down to her bush. She clasped my head in her

hands, `` Ohhhh ... Please, Gene, carry your clothes off. ``

I stood up and open my belt ammunition, letting my bloomers slue to

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

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

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

I stepped out of my clothes and pulled my place and drogue

off. Margie tossed back the covering and I slid in adjacent to

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

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

my manus down over her eubstance towards her puss and discovered

that she had removed her pantie while I was undressing.

When my bridge player reached her cushy bush I covered her pussy with

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

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

moaned as I gently massaged her mons veneris and outer sass. I

slowly began working a fingerbreadth into the hot center of her

female sex and was quickly rewarded by a spreading wetness.

As I penetrated her with my finger's breadth she again gasped and

began moaning and thrusting her coxa up against my hand.

I slipped my finger up towards her clit and she reached down

and grasped my erect hammer. `` Oh, cistron, '' she moaned, `` I want

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

lovemaking and fill me with it. delight ... Now ... Oh ....

puhleeaaase ! ``

I moved over her as she spread her branch and pulled her human knee

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

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

in her manus and guided me to her hot, steaming grab.

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

arms around me and raised her legs and clasped them around

my waistline. `` Ohhhh cistron, do it decelerate. It has been so long ! I want

it to endure as long as possible. ``

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

walls of her cunt stretching as the pass of my cock 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 prison term I slid into her she took a

late breathing space 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 gentle

breeze.

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

warmth and the minginess and the familiarity of my hard cock

fucking in and out of her hot, slippery, flabby pussy.

Margie was hugging me tighter now and I increased my

fastness and force as I fucked her grasping fuck burrow. She

was breathing harder and began gasping. `` Oh god ... roll in the hay ...

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

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

yelling, `` HARDER DAMN IT .... HARDER ... nookie ME ! ! ! ``

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

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

my balls tightening up and I knew I was going to descend 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 shot my jism deep in her hot depths.

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

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

screamed and moaned and kicked and scratched through the

first really intense climax she had experienced in years.

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

hugged me and her slit massaged my very slowly subsiding

erection. I rolled off of her and peek towards the door

into the kitchen. I could barely make out the shadowy figure

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

snatch. She quietly moved back into the other room.

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

cream, or a womanhood replete of cum. `` That was wonderful, '' she

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

where you are. ``

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

in the kitchen listening as her hubby fucked her female parent and

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

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

heat therapy after all the unaccustomed exercise she had

just had.

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

slowly rolled out of bed.

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

in the star sign but Glynda, and she wo n't devil us. ``

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

my arm around Margie, guiding her between the nighttime and

tacit machines.

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

front, dimly lit by the street lights shining through the

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

watching us from behind the display event. I stopped

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

passionately. She threw her arms around my neck opening as I

reached down between us and began fingering her cunt. It

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

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

started pulling and pumping it.

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

former, kissing and rubbing our organic structure together. `` Take me

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

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

supporting herself on a step ordure that was sitting succeeding to a

auto. She pulled me to her, put my prick head at the

incoming to her cunt, and pushed back against me. My now hard

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

I chuckled to myself as I realized that we were standing

sideways to the doorway into the computer memory, and Glynda was going to

get a existent show !

I grabbed Margie 's coxa and started pumping my hammer in and

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

her fervor and our old fucking running down over my

orchis and down the inside of her second joint. `` Oh ... shag me,

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

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

squeezing with her kitty-cat and hanging on. Knowing that my

wife was watching us and Sir Thomas More than likely fingering herself

made it even more agitate. I got to the detail where I was

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

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

HARDER Oh SHit OH ass fucking UNGGG OOOHHHHHH AWWWHHHH ! ``

Margie screamed as her orgasm came.

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

the cum starting way down in my addict 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 golf 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 cargo in her.

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

and me leaning against her butt until my stopcock deflated and

fell out of her cunt. I helped her to remain firm up and we slowly

made our way back through the factory to the sauna.

The sweat room 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 levels of benches. When we got inside I turned on

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

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

her dorsum to me I scrubbed her down and skid my hand between

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

slowly fucked her with my digit. In a few minute of arc she

started making contented woman noise and pushing against me a

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

footling business firm yet, so I decided not to go any further right

then.

We climbed up the workbench until we got to a nice hot storey

and sat down. I leaned back in the turning point and Margie leaned

back against me. I pulled the cord to put some redundant moisture

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

little tentative at commencement, but I started playing with her

boobs and nipples and she relaxed and became a little more

confident.

I started getting a decent erecting after a half hour or so

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

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

wanted more from this very aphrodisiacal and passionate honest-to-goodness woman.

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

She turned and looked at me with her eyes wide with

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

'' I said suck me or fuck me. It feels really good to have you

playing with me but I want to be a lot Thomas More intimate with

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

a while. ``

She looked at me with surprise at 1st and then it was like

she finally understood what I said. Her looks changed to

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

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

abdomen. Grasping my dick in one bridge player she slowly moved her

top dog over my fork and lay there looking at my erect 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 little and started to slowly parapraxis her mouth

over my John Rock hard screw puppet. She got about one-half of it in her

oral fissure and started sucking on me like a sucker. It felt

really secure. It felt capital ! She acted like this was the

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

experiment to find what she liked best.

Soon she was using her hired man on the part of my dick 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 secure thing

that I had fucked her honest twice in the shoemaker's last match of hour

or my cum would be dripping off the cap !

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

some more ! ``

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

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

'' Straddle my pegleg and sit down on my pecker, '' I told her.

She had a glow in her eye like a short 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 fingers and

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

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

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

and slid her pussy all the way down over my grueling 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 experience so

naughty ! Fucking with you in the same shoes you conceived

your first kid with my daughter ! ``

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

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

meet your cunt full of cum ! ``

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

rotated my hip joint up and thrust my dick 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 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 nookie !

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 feel of a hot,

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

heavily nipples.

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

plump white meat were against my bureau and she was still

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

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

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

bouncing up and down on my prick. Her booby were slipping and

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

her cunt every time 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 hard and late as I could. `` Oh god, I 'm cumming, '' I

groaned.

'' Oh lord ... piece of ass ... yess ... Oh doodly-squat ! ..., '' she screamed

as she leaned back and buried my throbbing turncock in her

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

just pushing harder and relaxing a little then pushing

harder, already as tightly and deeply coupled as we could

get.

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

my pumping sexual climax and thrusting into Margie 's spasming cunt.

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

Siren in pace with our movements.

After what seemed like half an 60 minutes of my cock throb and

pumping jism into her hot squeezing, sucking pussy we just

sat there, arms around each early, our consistence sweating

rivers and our crotches soaked with cunt juice and cum.

We finally got up off of the fecal matter, showered again and

headed back through the dark, 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 preserve doing what you are doing and it will

be prepare before too long. ``

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

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

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

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

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

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

wet and slippery. It was still oozing a mixed bag of her

lubricating juice and my cum and my digit 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 finger fucking her and she quickly answered with

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

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

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

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

of it.

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

knees and quickly straddled me. She had her point back and

her oral cavity wide-cut give, gasping. She gripped my cock,

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

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

one movement.

Marge started bouncing up and down, fucking her Einstein out

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

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

if she missed on the down stroke.

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

past several minute, and I think margarine was just as gladiola,

because she kept pumping my do it tool in her hot pussy and

groaning and moaning. Making up for respective year of no sex

I guess.

She moved her bridge player to my chest and started fucking me by

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

Gradually her apparent movement got sluggish but more intense, I felt

like my balls were going into her pussy too.

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

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

top of me, massaging her boobs against my pectus. I was

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

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

synch with her motion and she was moaning and panting as

we kept fucking each other.

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

'' ejaculate on, love ! '' I said into her ear, and hugged her

tighter to me and slammed my cock into her as difficult and cryptical

as I could, meeting her jab 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 sweet, darling, turned on mother-in-law finally slumped

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

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

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

few minutes she sat up, my cock still embedded in her

sopping wet snatch.

She was leaning just slightly forward with her hands on my

stomach when we heard a noise at the bedroom door.

'' well, mother ! Do you call up you could hold on screwing my

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

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

surprise and overplus and rolled off of me, away from

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

pelvis, and grabbed my cock.

'' Come on, stud, fuck your horny wife for a while ! '' she said

as she quickly lowered herself onto my still shake hard pecker

and started fucking me.

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It was a few more 60 minutes before anybody got to sleep that

nighttime. Glynda became fancy woman of ceremonial and directed the

activities. She kept horny watching me and her mother qualification

love together and then she would sustain 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 chat Margie more often than in the

past. And sometime Margie would shout and ask if I could hail

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

manufactory. I never turned her down !