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 cookery and her daughter

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

about.

She had a modest apartment on the start floor of the Saame

edifice occupied by the family business sector. There were two

bedrooms and a lowly apartment on the second floor and a

quite gravid loft area on the tierce floor. When my wife,

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

Our two girl would use the separate bedrooms if they

came down.

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

think many the great unwashed missed him much. He did n't treat anybody

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

and nobody 's cookery was as good 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 often to

do in the trivial fishing and logging Town, but it was close

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

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

and then establish a footling fire and fuck for a couple minute on

a big cover and then go habitation and soak in the steam bathtub

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

a hike up in the heap in the morning and then ask a nap

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

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

The steam tub was actually a Finnish mode sauna. A very hot,

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

built it in the spine of the manufactory and it had become democratic

with nearly everyone. In fact my oldest girl was conceived

in it, near as we could figure.

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

were mistaken for sister quite often. Their size and build up

were very similar except that Margie was a piffling bustier

and a petty hippier with a few more line. And while

Glynda frosted her hair because it was stylish, marge

did it to hide some gray and look younger. It was hard

to evidence them apart without looking really closing. And therein

lies the tale.

I had been over at the neighborhood tavern for a few hours

that afternoon, drinking beer and visiting with a few guys

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

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

watching the barmaids running around in their short skirts

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

downstairs apartment to see what the scene for dinner

were. There were a pair of locoweed gently steaming on the kitchen stove

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

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

around her and squeezed her tit, and reached down in

presence of her with my proper script and cupped her mons and

pussy and massaged it a footling. She jumped a slight and said,

'' Ooohh ! ``

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

for dinner, besides you ? ``

She was breathing a footling operose and leaning against me like

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

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

stairs .., '' she gasped.

Well, I started noticing thing then. Her titty was a

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

was n't quite as bland, and her Mon felt a little high-pitched, and

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

had just begun to figure out and piece on. Metal glass frames !

Oops ! Gramma wore glass with metal frame 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 sink counter I said,

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

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

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 easily chair in the

sitting elbow room of the short flat, reading the very

skinny local paper.

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

barmaids over there just as aphrodisiacal as ever ? ``

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

watering muddle and then related what had transpired with her

mother in the kitchen.

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

bosom onslaught ! I 'm pretty sure she has n't had any sex but her

bridge player since Dad got macabre 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 disappointed when I

left and came upstairs. ``

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

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

Mom tonight ? ``

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

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

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

call an surface marriage. We are 99 % or more meet with our

sex lives and seldom actively prosecute former sexual partners.

However, we realize that there are those clock time and

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

ignored. We have an arrangement that we discuss each upshot

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

mass in our own home, unless it is by prior arrangement

and arrangement. We do have an outflow clause though. That is

if there are helping hand on harmonium and the clothes are half off,

do it, and we will discuss it later !

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

you talk, young ma'am ! '' I chuckled. `` I did n't earn I had

fucked you to a frazzle. ``

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

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

may be some adulterous hanky panky tonight you can just

eat my cunt for an starter. If you get Mom for dessert you

may call for all your punk and vim for her ! ``

With that, Glynda raised her coxa and slipped off her mire

and panty, slumped down in the chair and threw her legs

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

reaching down and spreading her snatch lips.

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

forward a few hours.

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

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

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

couch reading the newspaper, I was sitting in the easy chairman

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

because of the motion-picture show, and Glynda was sitting on the story

between my ramification. She had been rubbing her head in my fork

and running her bridge player up and down my ramification all eve. I was

getting a footling heated, and I noticed that margarine 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, `` dearest, you can

detain down here and keep Mom society if you want. I am just

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

slight buss with a lot of glossa and put her helping hand in my

private parts and gave my cock and balls a little squeeze.

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

As Glynda left the flat I noticed that she did not

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

snoop, '' 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 Marge, `` Can

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

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

little more room.

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

would care to mouth about this good afternoon. ``

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

'' I do n't call back you understand, '' I said as I moved a footling

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

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

too. ``

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

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

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

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

the couch.

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

both arms around her shoulders and hugged her back against

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

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

'' Oh, I do n't sleep together, '' she said. `` An old cleaning 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 genuine ! You are married to my daughter ! Why

would you need 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 worry about

Glynda. You are a very fine-looking and attractive woman. I have

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

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

realized that I want to ca-ca hump to you and show you how

much I love you. ``

'' Oh dear ! I do n't cognise 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 train care of any problems. You only take to say one

thing. Just say 'Yes'if you want us to make love 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 shadowy that I could barely try

her, `` Yes. ``

'' Oh, Margie, '' I sighed, as I moved my manpower 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 initiative time she had

been able to decompress in a farseeing metre. `` I love you, '' I whispered

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

her ear.

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

long ! ``

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

my bequeath 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 tit she

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

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

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

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

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

my tongue. She gasped, threw her arms around my neck opening and

gave me a full open mouthed buss, sticking her knife into

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

returning her passion 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 Mon I slid my fingers down over her puss

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

from her cunt under my fingers. I started massaging her

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

against my hand.

'' Oh god ! Do that some to a greater extent ! Please, please ... ''

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

began thrusting her rosehip up against my hired man. Her legs spread

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

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

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

felt the first time a woman put her hand around my cock !

I could palpate her twat getting hotter against my paw as I

gently rubbed and massaged her. I began to condense on

the sphere 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 genitals of her gasp were

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

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

put both mitt over mine and pressed them tightly against

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

her poor fail 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, Gene, Darling, 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, `` Darling, delight

learn me to bed. ``

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

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

my arms 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 sleeping accommodation and

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

pick up clothes rustling a petty and rich external 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 forepart of

her and cupped her broad breasts in my work force and hugged her

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

gently squeezed her nipple and rubbed her nipples with the

wind of my fingers.

I unbuttoned her blouse, slipping one manus then the former

under it as I did, stroking her warm easy pelt. 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 shoulders and I could sense

her shivering like an excited mare.

I glanced toward the sleeping room door and out through the

kitchen. I could see a shadowy cast 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 mind if she keeps watching. ``

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

bed. I stood in social movement of her and slowly lifted up her foot,

one at a prison term, and removed her shoes and wind sleeve, then reached

up to her slump and started sliding the elastic band waistband

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

out from under her buttocks and then sighed as my hired hand

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

legs.

I started to take away her panties 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 tension of the shoulder strap was released and her

breast fell release. I slid the bra off of her limb and

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

across her bosom to cover herself.

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

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

against me. Moving my manus down to her rounded but immobile

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

After doing this several clock time she relaxed and let me slide

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

nipple she sighed and leaned her headspring back against my

shoulder.

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

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

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

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

finisher to my cock each time.

My erection was sticking straight down my gasp leg and I

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

nibbling her neck and running my finger tips over her remains

mammilla when her hired hand reached my severely hammer. 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 wonderful ... ``

I tensed a lilliputian to name it jerk and well in her manus and

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

smell like it is alive ! ``

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

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

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

in the dim sleeping room I saw a mature women, body kept in

build by hard work every day. Her peel was untanned and the

areola on her boob were dark in contrast, the dark hair

of her cunt was a mystifying shadow under her white silk

panty where her branch met her body.

I leaned down and kissed her tummy and began kissing and

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

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

I stood up and unfastened my rap, letting my knickers slither to

the base and pushed my shorts down around my ankle joint. I

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

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

I stepped out of my wearing apparel and pulled my place and windsock

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

her. She held out her blazon 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 pussycat and discovered

that she had removed her panties while I was undressing.

When my hand reached her soft shrub 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 mons pubis and stunned brim. I

slowly began working a finger into the hot meat of her

female sex and was quickly rewarded by a spreading wetness.

As I penetrated her with my digit she again gasped and

began moaning and thrusting her hips up against my hand.

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

and grasped my put up cock. `` Oh, gene, '' she moaned, `` I want

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

love and meet me with it. Please ... Now ... Oh ....

puhleeaaase ! ``

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

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

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

in her handwriting and guided me to her hot, steaming puss.

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

weapons system around me and raised her leg and clasped them around

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

it to last as long as potential. ``

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

wall of her cunt stretch as the foreland of my cock went where

no rooster had gone for many years.

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

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

cryptic breath and hugged me with her implements of war 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 longsighted this went on. We were both lost in the

warmth and the tightfistedness and the intimacy of my concentrated stopcock

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

Margie was hugging me tighter now and I increased my

fastness and force as I fucked her grasping enjoy tunnel. She

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

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

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

shouting, `` HARDER DAMN IT .... HARDER ... piece of ass ME ! ! ! ``

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

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

my nut tightening up and I knew I was going to come 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 joy 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 dick as she

screamed and moaned and kicked and scratched through the

first really intense sexual climax she had experienced in years.

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

hugged me and her pussy massaged my very slowly subsiding

hard-on. I rolled off of her and glint towards the door

into the kitchen. I could barely piss out the wraithlike figure

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

snatch. She quietly moved back into the former room.

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

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

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

where you are. ``

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

in the kitchen listening as her husband fucked her female parent 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 practice she had

just had.

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

slowly rolled out of bed.

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

in the house but Glynda, and she wo n't get at us. ``

I opened the threshold from the bedroom into the mill and put

my arm around Margie, guiding her between the nighttime and

silent machines.

As we went through the factory I could see the storage field up

front, dimly lit by the street visible light shining through the

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

watching us from behind the display cases. I stopped

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

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

reached down between us and began fingering her pussy. It

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

in her scratch, and she reached down and grabbed my cock and

started pulling and pumping it.

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

other, kissing and rubbing our physical structure together. `` use up me

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

Still holding onto my peter she turned around and set over,

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

machine. She pulled me to her, put my prick read/write head at the

entrance to her cunt, and pushed back against me. My now knockout

peckerwood 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 fund, and Glynda was going to

get a real show !

I grabbed Margie 's articulatio coxae and started pumping my cock in and

out of her burning hot snatch. I could find the succus from

her excitement and our previous fucking running down over my

balls and down the inside of her thighs. `` Oh ... nooky me,

infant ! screwing me hard ! '' she yelled. And I did.

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

squeezing with her pussy and hanging on. Knowing that my

married woman was watching us and more than likely fingering herself

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

fucking her puss so intemperately that her ft were n't even on the

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

HARDER Oh tinker's damn OH fuck FUCK UNGGG OOOHHHHHH AWWWHHHH ! ``

Margie screamed as her orgasm came.

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

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

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

every sentence I slammed my rod down her fix and as I felt her

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

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

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

and me leaning against her behind until my cock deflated and

fell out of her kitty-cat. I helped her to abide up and we slowly

made our way back through the factory to the sauna.

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

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

different level of workbench. When we got inside I turned on

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

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

her back to me I scrubbed her down and slid my mitt between

her legs. I could easily luxate two fingers in her pussy and I

slowly fucked her with my finger's breadth. In a few minutes she

started making contented woman noises and pushing against me a

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

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

then.

We climbed up the judiciary until we got to a nice hot floor

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

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

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

little tentative at inaugural, 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 minute or so

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

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

wanted more from this very sexy and passionate erstwhile woman.

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

She turned and looked at me with her center full 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 more intimate with

you right now. adopt my rooster in your backtalk and sucking on it for

a spell. ``

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

she finally understood what I said. Her looks changed to

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

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

belly. Grasping my turncock in one hand she slowly moved her

headland over my crotch and lay there looking at my erect member

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 burn ! ``

She giggled a picayune and started to slowly slip her rima oris

over my rock hard fuck tool. She got about half of it in her

back talk and started sucking on me like a lollipop. It felt

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

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

experiment to incur what she liked best.

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

did n't go in her lip and suck and licking it like it

was an ice emollient bar. I thought that it was a proficient matter

that I had fucked her safe twice in the terminal couple of 60 minutes

or my cum would be dripping off the ceiling !

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

some more ! ``

Well, I could n't turn down a postulation like that ! I got up and

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

'' span my stage and sit down on my putz, '' I told her.

She had a gleam in her eye like a petty 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 mother fucker in her fingers and

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

subdivision around her waist and she put her weapons system around my neck.

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

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

'' Yes, it does, '' I agreed. `` You know, your honest-to-god

granddaughter was conceived right here this way. ``

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

naughty ! Fucking with you in the Saame station you conceived

your starting time child with my daughter ! ``

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

just get downright nasty and fuck our brain out. I want to

sate your pussy full of cum ! ``

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

rotated my hips up and squeeze my cock deeper into her cunt.

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

pelvises together, grunting and groaning. The sweat room was

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

we were sweating like squealer ! 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 mamilla

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 flavor of a hot,

slippery bitch on my grueling, throbbing hammer, sucking on her

hard nipples.

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

plump breasts were against my pectus and she was still

slamming her pelvic girdle and puss against me. I put my arms

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

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

bouncing up and down on my cock. Her dumbbell were slipping and

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

her puss every prison term she dropped down on my lap.

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

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

snatch as backbreaking and mysterious as I could. `` Oh god, I 'm cumming, '' I

groaned.

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

as she leaned back and buried my throbbing cock in her

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

just pushing harder and relaxing a little then pushing

harder, already as tightly and deeply coupled as we could

get.

'' Oh, fuck ... fuck ... nookie ..., '' I gasped out in tone with

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

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

siren in tempo with our movements.

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

pumping jism into her hot squeeze, sucking kitty we just

sat there, implements of war around each other, our bodies sweating

rivers and our crotches soaked with kitty succus and cum.

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

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

bedroom.

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

oleo 's paw quickly found my now limp prick. `` I want to fuck

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

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

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

be set up before too long. ``

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This brought a gasp and Margie thrust her pelvic arch towards my

hand and forced my digit into her pussy all the way.

'' You like that ? '' I asked.

'' Unh Huh ! '' she gasped.

I started finger's breadth fucking her and she quickly answered with

hip motility urging me on. I put in two fingers and she

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

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

fair sex. The up side was that I was getting very hard because

of it.

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

knee joint and quickly straddled me. She had her foreland back and

her mouth encompassing spread out, gasping. She gripped my tool,

positioned it at the entry to her burrow and with a groan

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

one movement.

oleo started bouncing up and down, fucking her head out

on my now steel-hard rod. I grabbed her hips 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 skinny to cumming yet, after all the sex in the

past several hours, and I think oleomargarine was just as glad,

because she kept pumping my piece of ass tool in her hot pussy and

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

I guess.

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

rotating her pelvic arch back and Forth River while leaning against me.

Gradually her apparent motion got irksome but Thomas 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 thorax, and she was just moving back and Forth on

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

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

the next duad 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. `` ``

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

tighter to me and slammed my prick into her as intemperate and deep

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 trench into her as she could get it.

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

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

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

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

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

sopping wet snatch.

She was leaning just slightly forward with her helping hand on my

breadbasket when we heard a interference at the chamber door.

'' fountainhead, Mother ! Do you think you could cease screwing my

husband long enough for me to get a picayune action mechanism ? ``

It was Glynda ! And she was consummate 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 poker, fuck your horny wife for a while ! '' she said

as she quickly lowered herself onto my still sway heavily pecker

and started fucking me.

epilogue :

It was a few more hours before anybody got to log Z's that

dark. Glynda became mistress of ceremonies and directed the

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

fuck together and then she would get to get service

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. And sometime Margie would prognosticate and ask if I could do

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

mill. I never turned her down !