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

to almost the great unwashed, 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 about

about.

She had a small flat on the first storey of the same

edifice occupied by the family business concern. There were two

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

quite large attic area on the third story. When my wife,

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

Our two daughters would use the separate sleeping accommodation if they

came down.

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

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

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

and nobody 's cooking was as undecomposed 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 much to

do in the little fishing and logging town, but it was closing

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

on the beach late in the afternoon and keep an eye on the sun go down

and then build a footling fire and fuck for a couplet hour on

a big mantle and then go home and soakage in the steam bathing tub

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

a hike up in the mountains in the break of the day and then occupy 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 style sauna. A very hot,

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

built it in the cover 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 year apart in age and

were mistaken for sisters quite often. Their size of it and construct

were very similar except that Margie was a fiddling bustier

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

Glynda frosted her hair's-breadth because it was fashionable, Marge

did it to hide some grey-headed and look younger. It was hard

to tell them apart without looking really conclude. And in that

lies the tale.

I had been over at the vicinity tavern for a few hour

that afternoon, drinking beer and visiting with a few guys

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

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

watching the barmaids running around in their short-circuit skirts

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

downstairs apartment to see what the view for dinner

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

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

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

around her and squeezed her tit, and reached down in

front of her with my mightily helping hand and cupped her mons pubis and

pussy and massaged it a picayune. She jumped a little and said,

'' Ooohh ! ``

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

for dinner, besides you ? ``

She was breathing a little strong 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 affair then. Her titty was a

little bit big and softer than Glynda 's and her breadbasket

was n't quite as prostrate, and her Monday felt a little higher, and

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

had just begun to clobber and nibble on. Metal shabu soma !

Oops ! Gramma wore glasses with metal underframe and Glynda wore

plastic ! Mea culpa !

I unwound my arms from around her and helped her outdoor stage up

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

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

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

to the breath.

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

I went upstairs and found my married woman in an light death chair in the

sitting room of the little apartment, reading the very

skinny topical anesthetic paper.

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

barmaids over there just as aphrodisiac as ever ? ``

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

watering cakehole and then related what had transpired with her

mother in the kitchen.

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

heart onslaught ! I 'm pretty 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 aid

either. In fact she sounded a little defeated when I

left and came upstairs. ``

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

of screwing the last couple of day. You want to try fucking

Mom tonight ? ``

Many hombre would have fallen over if their wife said anything

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

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

telephone an open marriage. We are 99 % or more satisfied with our

sex life and seldom actively quest after 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 agreement that we discuss each event

before consummation and we do n't accept any liaisons with early

multitude in our own dwelling house, unless it is by prior organization

and agreement. We do deliver an escape clause though. That is

if there are hands on harmonium and the dress 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 realize I had

fucked you to a frazzle. ``

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

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

may be some extramarital handkerchief panky tonight you can just

eat my pussy for an appetiser. If you get Mom for dessert you

may need all your heart and energy for her ! ``

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

and panties, slumped down in the death chair and threw her legs

over the arms of it. `` Come 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 living room for

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

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

sofa reading the paper, I was sitting in the easily president

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

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

between my legs. She had been rubbing her straits in my crotch

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

getting a piffling heat, and I noticed that Marge 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, Mom. It is making me

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

remain down here and keep Mom fellowship if you want. I am just

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

piffling kiss with a lot of spit and put her hand in my

genitalia and gave my pecker and balls a little squeeze.

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

As Glynda left the flat I noticed that she did not

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

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

goes on down here ! ``

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

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

'' sure enough, '' she said, as she moved over a little to give me a

little more room.

I sat down behind her and put a hired 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 think you understand, '' I said as I moved a little

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

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

too. ``

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

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

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

by a man in a long meter. '' 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 back against

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

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

'' Oh, I do n't know, '' she said. `` An old charwoman 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 chest. `` Oh

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

realized that I want to induce love to you and present you how

practically I love you. ``

'' Oh beloved ! I do n't have it away 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, sugariness, Margie. Do n't interest about any of those things.

I will take care of any job. You only postulate to say one

thing. Just say 'Yes'if you want us to relieve oneself have it off 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 arms 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

white meat and gently cupped them in my hands and lifted them up

and squeezed them gently. She sighed and leaned back against

my breast, and she acted like it was the first meter she had

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

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

her ear.

'' Oh, Gene, I love you too ! Kiss me please. 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 direct the way. As I

gently massaged her breasts and rubbed her nipple she

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

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

and we repeated that and then I felt her natural language licking my

backtalk when she sucked them into her oral cavity. When it was my

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

my tongue. She gasped, threw her weaponry around my neck and

gave me a full phase of the moon undetermined mouthed candy kiss, sticking her tongue into

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

returning her passion I slowly moved my handwriting down over her

breadbasket towards her mons, gently massaging and rubbing her

all the way.

When I got to her mons I slid my finger down over her pussy

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

from her cunt under my fingerbreadth. I started massaging her

catch with my finger as she arched her hips off the couch

against my hand.

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

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

began thrusting her hips up against my manus. Her legs cattle ranch

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

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

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

felt the number one clip a woman put her hand around my rooster !

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

gently rubbed and massaged her. I began to concentrate on

the area over her button. 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 pant were

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

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 stimulation for

her poor disregard 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, favourite, that was wondrous ! 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, delight

assume me to bed. ``

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

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

my weapon system 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 bedchamber and

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

get word clothes rustling a little and deep 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 strawman of

her and cupped her full-of-the-moon tit in my manpower 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

bakshis of my fingers.

I unbuttoned her blouse, slipping one hand then the other

under it as I did, stroking her warm subdued peel. 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 other arm. I began kissing and nuzzling

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

her shivering like an excited mare.

I glanced toward the bedroom door and out through the

kitchen. I could see a shadowy form in the outer Asaph 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 mind if she keeps watching. ``

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

bed. I stood in figurehead of her and slowly lifted up her base,

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

up to her slack and started sliding the elastic band waistband

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

out from under her buttocks and then sighed as my hands

slipped over her stark peel as I slid them down over her

legs.

I started to remove her panties the Sami 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 tension of the strap was released and her

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

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

across her bosom to cut across 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 manpower down to her rounded but unbendable

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

After doing this several time she relaxed and let me slip

my hands up over her stripped breasts. As my custody reached her

nipples she sighed and leaned her top dog back against my

shoulder.

As I kissed her cervix and shoulders and played with her titty

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

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

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

closer to my dick each time.

My hard-on was sticking straight down my pant leg and I

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

nibbling her neck and running my finger pourboire over her stiff

nipples when her bridge player reached my toilsome stopcock. 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 gene, that feels so marvelous ... ``

I tensed a minuscule to take in it jerk and swell in her hand and

she jumped a picayune and giggled like a school girlfriend. `` Oh ! It

feels like it is alive ! ``

She turned her look up to me, `` have your dress 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 bedroom I saw a mature women, eubstance kept in

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

ring of color on her knocker were sour in contrast, the dark hair

of her pussy was a occult shadow under her white silk

panties where her wooden leg met her body.

I leaned down and kissed her potbelly and began kissing and

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

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

I stood up and unfastened my knock, letting my pants slide to

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

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

under the covers. `` Please, hurry, '' she whispered.

I stepped out of my clothes and pulled my shoes and wind sleeve

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

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

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

my hand down over her body towards her pussy and discovered

that she had removed her pantie while I was undressing.

When my hand reached her diffused bush I covered her pussy with

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

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

moaned as I gently massaged her Monday and taboo back talk. 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 pelvic arch up against my hand.

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

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

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

erotic 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 bosom 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 wooden leg and clasped them around

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

it to last as long as possible. ``

She was as closely as my married woman was at 21. I could feel the

walls of her twat stretch as the capitulum of my peter 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 time I slid into her she took a

deep breath and hugged me with her blazonry and leg 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

warmness and the closeness and the intimacy of my hard cock

screw in and out of her hot, slippery, lenient pussy.

Margie was hugging me tighter now and I increased my

amphetamine and force as I fucked her grasping make out tunnel. She

was breathing harder and began gasping. `` Oh god ... piece of ass ...

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

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

shouting, `` HARDER darn IT .... HARDER ... FUCK ME ! ! ! ``

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

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

my clod tightening up and I knew I was going to come tinker's dam

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 muscle

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

screamed and moaned and kicked and scratched through the

first really vivid orgasm she had experienced in years.

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

hugged me and her pussy massaged my very slowly subsiding

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

into the kitchen. I could barely make out the shadowy 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

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

said. `` You intimately 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 petty

heating 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 need your robe. '' I told her. `` There is n't anyone

in the house 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 shadow and

silent machines.

As we went through the factory I could see the shop 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 video display cases. I stopped

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

passionately. She threw her arms 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's breadth

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

started pulling and pumping it.

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

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

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

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

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

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

ingress 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 door into the store, and Glynda was going to

get a real show !

I grabbed Margie 's hip joint and started pumping my peter in and

out of her burning at the stake hot bit. I could finger the juice from

her upheaval and our previous fucking running down over my

glob and down the inside of her second joint. `` Oh ... Fuck me,

sister ! nookie me toilsome ! '' she yelled. And I did.

I was pounding her twat for all I was Charles Frederick Worth, and Margie was

squeezing with her snatch and hanging on. Knowing that my

married woman was watching us and more than likely fingering herself

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

fucking her pussy so hard that her ft were n't even on the

floor. `` Oh God ! I 'm cumming love, I 'm cumming ! piece of ass me !

HARDER Oh SHit OH piece of ass FUCK UNGGG OOOHHHHHH AWWWHHHH ! ``

Margie screamed as her climax came.

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

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

my cock and I could n't do anything but oink. 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 bill and

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

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

and me leaning against her bottom until my cock deflated and

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

made our way back through the factory to the sauna.

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

high. There was the heater, a exhibitor, a low stool, and respective

different horizontal surface of benches. When we got inside I turned on

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

drying cum and sweat from our sexual love qualification. As she stood with

her backbone to me I scrubbed her down and slid my hand between

her ramification. I could easily slip two finger's breadth in her snatch and I

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

started making contented woman noises and pushing against me a

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

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

then.

We climbed up the Bench until we got to a prissy hot layer

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

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

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

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

wanted more from this very sexy and passionate one-time woman.

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

She turned and looked at me with her middle all-encompassing with

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

'' I said suck me or hump me. It feels really good to deliver you

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

you right now. deal my cock in your oral cavity and suck on it for

a while. ``

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, cock hungry, excited charwoman and she licked

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

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

promontory over my crotch 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's breadth and tasted it.

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

She giggled a picayune and started to slowly slip her mouth

over my tilt hard screw tool. She got about half of it in her

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

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

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

experiment to find what she liked best.

Soon she was using her script on the part of my gumshoe that

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

was an ice cream bar. I thought that it was a good affair

that I had fucked her dependable twice in the last couple of hour

or my cum would be dripping off the roof !

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

some more ! ``

Well, I could n't deform down a request like that ! I got up and

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

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

She had a gleaming 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 prick in her finger and

guided it into her waiting kitty-cat as she sat down. I put my

munition around her waistline and she put her blazon around my neck.

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

and slid her pussy all the way down over my laborious 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 feel so

naughty ! Fucking with you in the like home you conceived

your first child with my girl ! ``

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

just get right-down nasty and fuck our encephalon out. I want to

fill your pussy total of cum ! ``

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

rotated my hips up and push up my putz deeper into her cunt.

We leaned back in each other 's implements of war and began to slam our

pelvises together, grunting and groaning. The sauna was

around 100 arcdegree and we were both perspiring freely. Inferno,

we were sweating like slob ! We were slipping and sliding

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

slippery slit on my severe, throbbing cock, sucking on her

heavily nipples.

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

plump breast were against my breast and she was still

slamming her pelvic arch and pussy against me. I put my arms

around her and grabbed her coffin nail buttock and lifted her up a

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

bouncing up and down on my shaft. Her boob were slipping and

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

her cunt every metre she dropped down on my lap.

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

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

snatch as punishing and abstruse as I could. `` Oh god, I 'm cumming, '' I

groaned.

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

as she leaned back and buried my throbbing cock in her

grasping cunt. We fucked each early 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 ... nookie ... 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 pacing with our movements.

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

pumping jism into her hot squeezing, sucking pussycat we just

sat there, arms around each other, our physical structure sweating

rivers and our crotches soaked with purulent succus and cum.

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

headed back through the wickedness, poise and dumb factory to the

bedroom.

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

marge 's hired hand quickly found my now limp turncock. `` I want to make love

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

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

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

be quick 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 helping hand under her dope and raised it to my mouth and

started sucking the teat. I was rewarded by a picayune pant

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

back talk I used my hand to finger 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's breadth slipped in easily.

This brought a gasp and Margie thrust her renal pelvis towards my

hand and forced my fingerbreadth into her snatch 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 fingers 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

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

of it.

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

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

her mouth wide-eyed open, gasping. She gripped my cock,

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

lowered herself, taking my pecker 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 hips to hold open 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 airless 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 know tool in her hot slit and

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

I guess.

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

rotating her hips back and Forth while leaning against me.

Gradually her motion got obtuse but more intense, I felt

like my glob were going into her pussy too.

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

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

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

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

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

synch with her bm 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 peter into her as heavily and cryptic

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

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

UNGGGHH ... `` as she hunched up her spinal column and slammed against

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

My dessert, darling, turned on mother-in-law finally slumped

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

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

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

few instant she sat up, my rooster still embedded in her

sopping wet snatch.

She was leaning just slightly forward with her hands on my

stomach when we heard a randomness at the chamber door.

'' Well, Mother ! Do you think you could stop screwing my

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

It was Glynda ! And she was stark 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, bang your hornlike wife for a piece ! '' she said

as she quickly lowered herself onto my still rock firmly beak

and started fucking me.

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It was a few to a greater extent hours before anybody got to sleep that

night. Glynda became mistress of ceremonies and directed the

activity. She kept horny watching me and her mother making

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 visit Margie more often than in the

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

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

factory. I never turned her down !