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

to to the highest degree people, and I always got along fairly well. I

treated her decent and liked her cooking and her daughter

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

about.

She had a small apartment on the first base trading floor of the same

edifice occupied by the fellowship business. There were two

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

quite large loft area on the third floor. When my married woman,

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

Our two girl would use the split up bedrooms if they

came down.

My wife 's dad had died a mates of years before and I do n't

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

very well, least of all his married woman, son, and two daughter,

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

often said he could make 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 Ithiel Town, but it was shut

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

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

and then build a slight flack and fuck for a couple 60 minutes on

a big blanket and then go dwelling house and soakage in the steam tub

for a couplet of minute and fuck some more. Or we would go for

a raise up in the pot in the good morning and then make a nap

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

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

The steam bath was actually a Suomi fashion sweat room. A very hot,

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

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

with nearly everyone. In fact my oldest 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 Sister quite often. Their size and make

were very standardized except that Margie was a little bosomy

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

Glynda frosted her haircloth because it was fashionable, margarine

did it to hide some gray and depend untried. It was difficult

to severalize them apart without looking really close. And therein

lies the tale.

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

that afternoon, drinking beer and visiting with a few guys

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

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

watching the barmaids running around in their forgetful skirts

and low-cut blouses for several time of day. I walked into the

downstairs apartment to see what the prospects for dinner

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

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

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

around her and squeezed her tit, and reached down in

battlefront of her with my right manus and cupped her mons and

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

'' Ooohh ! ``

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

for dinner, besides you ? ``

She was breathing a piffling concentrated 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 thing then. Her breast was a

little bit magnanimous and sonant than Glynda 's and her stomach

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

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

had just begun to lap up and nybble on. metal glass frames !

Oops ! Gramma wore glasses with metal underframe and Glynda wore

charge plate ! Mea culpa !

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

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

'' Oh ! I 'm sorry. 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 expiration, stage left.

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

sitting way of the niggling apartment, reading the very

skinny topical anesthetic paper.

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

barmaids over there just as aphrodisiac as ever ? ``

I gave her a brief resume of the good afternoon at the topical anaesthetic

watering golf hole and then related what had transpired with her

mother in the kitchen.

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

ticker attack ! I 'm reasonably sure she has n't had any sex but her

handwriting 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 tending

either. In fact she sounded a little disappoint when I

left and came upstairs. ``

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

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

Mom tonight ? ``

Many guys would throw fallen over if their married woman said anything

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

conference tramp or swappers and we do n't birth what I would

call an open union. We are 99 % or more than satisfied with our

sex lives and seldom actively prosecute other intimate partners.

However, we realize that there are those time and

lot 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 have any liaisons with other

masses in our own home, unless it is by anterior musical arrangement

and accord. We do stimulate an escapism clause though. That is

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

do it, and we will discuss it later !

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

you talk, Edward Young lady ! '' I chuckled. `` I did n't realize I had

fucked you to a frazzle. ``

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

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

may be some extramarital hankie panky tonight you can just

eat my snatch for an appetizer. If you get Mom for afters you

may involve all your spunk and Energy Department for her ! ``

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

and step-in, slumped down in the chairwoman and threw her legs

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

reaching down and spreading her cunt lips.

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

forward a few hours.

After dinner the three of us went into the bread and butter room for

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

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

couch reading the paper, I was sitting in the easy chairperson

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

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

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

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

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

it all in and squirming around a minuscule 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

stay down here and continue Mom companionship if you want. I am just

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

little kiss with a lot of tongue and put her 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 door 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 contribute me a

little more room.

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

would like to let the cat out of the bag 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 regret

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

too. ``

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

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

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

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

the couch.

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

both blazon around her berm and hugged her back against

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

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

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

find anybody but old men around here. ``

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

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

talking about me. ``

I heard and felt her gasp, and she placed her hands on my

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

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

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

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

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

Glynda. You are a very handsome and attractive charwoman. 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 clear sleep with to you and testify you how

much I love you. ``

'' Oh heartfelt ! 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 ... ''

'' love, sweet, Margie. Do n't worry about any of those things.

I will convey caution of any trouble. You only involve to say one

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

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

have to do is say 'Yes'. ``

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

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

her, `` Yes. ``

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

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

and squeezed them gently. She sighed and leaned back against

my chest, and she acted like it was the for the first time time she had

been able to unlax in a retentive metre. `` I love you, '' I whispered

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

her ear.

'' Oh, cistron, 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 impart arm. She turned her case up to mine and I leaned

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

gently massaged her breasts and rubbed her teat she

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

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

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

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

turn I just opened my lips a lilliputian and licked her brim with

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

gave me a good clear mouthed kiss, sticking her tongue into

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

returning her passion I slowly moved my paw down over her

tum towards her mons, gently massaging and rubbing her

all the way.

When I got to her mons veneris I slid my finger's breadth down over her pussy

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

from her slit under my finger. I started massaging her

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

against my hand.

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

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

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

slowly apart, giving me permit 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 commencement clip a woman put her handwriting around my cock !

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

gently rubbed and massaged her. I began to decoct on

the expanse 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 Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree. The private parts 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 Thomas More stimulant for

her poor neglected clit.

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

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

again she humped against our helping hand and shuddered and moaned.

Finally, `` Oh, cistron, Darling, that was wonderful ! I love you

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

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

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

take in me to bed. ``

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

took them and I pulled her slowly to her understructure. 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 grave for you to

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

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

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

as we passed the partially unfold threshold to the hall I could

hear clothes rustling a minuscule and deep breathing. Glynda

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

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

her and cupped her fully bosom in my handwriting and hugged her

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

gently squeezed her tits and rubbed her mamilla with the

tips of my fingers.

I unbuttoned her blouse, slipping one hand then the other

under it as I did, stroking her quick voiced 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 former arm. I began kissing and nuzzling

around her neck opening and over her bare shoulder and I could find

her shivering like an wind up mare.

I glanced toward the sleeping accommodation room access and out through the

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

up to her quagmire and started sliding the elastic waistband

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

out from under her buttocks and then sighed as my manpower

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

legs.

I started to remove 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 strap was released and her

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

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

across her breasts to compensate herself.

I sat back down future 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 bridge player down to her rounded but firm

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

After doing this various multiplication she relaxed and let me slide

my hands up over her au naturel breasts. As my hands reached her

nipples she sighed and leaned her head back against my

shoulder.

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

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

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

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

closer to my cock each time.

My erection was sticking straight down my pants leg and I

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

nibbling her cervix and running my finger top over her firm

nipples when her hired hand reached my tough cock. She gasped and

moved her hand slowly up over my erection as she slowly

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

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

I tensed a trivial to make it jerk and well up in her bridge player and

she jumped a little and giggled like a schooling lady friend. `` Oh ! It

feeling like it is alive ! ``

She turned her grimace up to me, `` take up your apparel 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 chamber I saw a ripe women, body kept in

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

ring of color on her breasts were morose in dividing line, the sour hair

of her slit was a mystical shadow under her albumen silk

panties where her legs met her body.

I leaned down and kissed her bay window and began kissing and

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

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

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

the trading floor and pushed my trunks down around my ankles. I

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

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

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

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

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

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

my hand down over her body towards her pussy and discovered

that she had removed her step-in while I was undressing.

When my hand reached her soft shrub I covered her kitty 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 veneris and outer sass. I

slowly began working a finger into the hot nub of her

distaff sex and was quickly rewarded by a spreading wetness.

As I penetrated her with my finger she again gasped and

began moaning and thrusting her hips up against my hand.

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

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

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

beloved and occupy me with it. delight ... Now ... Oh ....

puhleeaaase ! ``

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

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

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

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

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

arms around me and raised her legs and clasped them around

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

it to last as long as potential. ``

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

rampart of her cunt stretching as the head of my dick went where

no stopcock had gone for many years.

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

just moving my hip. Each clip I slid into her she took a

mysterious breath and hugged me with her blazon 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 cognise how long this went on. We were both lost in the

warmth and the closeness and the familiarity of my concentrated cock

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

Margie was hugging me tight now and I increased my

speed and force as I fucked her grasping make love tunnel. She

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

harder ... faster ... ohhhhhhh .... yesssss .... ass ... have it off

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

shouting, `` HARDER tinker's damn IT .... HARDER ... FUCK ME ! ! ! ``

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

thrust my cock into her throbbing, demanding kitty-cat. I felt

my chunk 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 pleasure I slammed into her

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

She felt my dick jumping inside of her and her twat muscular tissue

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

screamed and moaned and kicked and scratched through the

first really intense orgasm she had experienced in years.

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

hugged me and her pussy massaged my very slowly subsiding

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

into the kitchen. I could barely make out the dim chassis

of a adult female 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 broad of

pick, or a woman total of cum. `` That was fantastic, '' she

said. `` You ripe get on a higher floor. Glynda will be wondering

where you are. ``

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

in the kitchen listening as her hubby fucked her mother and

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

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

heat therapy after all the unaccustomed practice session 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 doorway from the bedroom into the mill and put

my arm around Margie, guiding her between the night and

silent machines.

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

front, dimly lit by the street lights shining through the

windows. I could barely bring in out my horny, voyeuristic married woman

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 branch around my neck 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 slit, and she reached down and grabbed my rooster and

started pulling and pumping it.

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

other, kissing and rubbing our bodies together. `` conduct me

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

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

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

machine. She pulled me to her, put my pecker foreland at the

entrance to her bitch, and pushed back against me. My now tough

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 store, and Glynda was going to

get a genuine show !

I grabbed Margie 's rosehip and started pumping my cock in and

out of her electrocution hot grab. I could feel the juice from

her agitation and our previous piece of tail running down over my

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

baby ! nooky me severe ! '' she yelled. And I did.

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

squeezing with her pussy and hanging on. Knowing that my

wife was watching us and More than likely fingering herself

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

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

flooring. `` Oh God ! I 'm cumming honey, I 'm cumming ! nooky me !

HARDER Oh hoot OH screw piece of tail UNGGG OOOHHHHHH AWWWHHHH ! ``

Margie screamed as her climax came.

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

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

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

every prison term I slammed my rod down her hole 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 piece. She leaning on the potty

and me leaning against her bum until my turncock deflated and

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

made our way back through the factory to the sauna.

The 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

unlike levels of bench. When we got inside I turned on

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

drying cum and sweat from our beloved fashioning. As she stood with

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

her legs. I could easily slip two finger in her slit and I

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

started making contented woman noises and pushing against me a

slight. After two really full fucks I was n't even getting a

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

then.

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

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

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

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

little tentative at first off, but I started playing with her

boobs and nipples and she relaxed and became a little more

confident.

I started getting a adequate erection after a one-half hr or so

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

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

wanted more from this very sexy and passionate sr. woman.

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

She turned and looked at me with her eyes full with

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

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

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

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

a piece. ``

She looked at me with surprisal at inaugural 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 brim. She slid over on the bench and laid down on her

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

drumhead over my genitals 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 prick ! ``

She giggled a little and started to slowly slip her mouth

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

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

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

number 1 time she had ever sucked hammer and I just let her

experimentation to find what she liked best.

Soon she was using her helping hand on the part of my peter 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 good matter

that I had fucked her good twice in the last span of hours

or my cum would be dripping off the ceiling !

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

some More ! ``

well, I could n't move around down a request like that ! I got up and

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

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

She had a gleam in her eye like a minuscule 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 pussy as she sat down. I put my

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

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

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

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

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 Lapplander place you conceived

your first child with my daughter ! ``

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

just get sheer cruddy and shtup our psyche out. I want to

fill your pussycat full-of-the-moon of cum ! ``

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

rotated my articulatio coxae up and force my tool deeper into her cunt.

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

pelvises together, grunting and groaning. The sweat room was

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

we were sweating like cop ! We were slipping and sliding

like we had been dipped in K-Y. It was whole-body piece of tail !

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

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

between my back talk. 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 tactile property of a hot,

slippery twat on my heavy, throbbing cock, sucking on her

grueling nipples.

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

plump breasts were against my chest and she was still

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

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

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

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

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

her slit every sentence 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

snap as difficult and trench as I could. `` Oh god, I 'm cumming, '' I

groaned.

'' Oh lord ... nookie ... yess ... Oh dump ! ..., '' 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 ... piece of ass ... screwing ..., '' I gasped out in footfall 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 time of day of my cock throbbing and

pumping jism into her hot squeezing, sucking kitty we just

sat there, arms around each former, our bodies sweating

rivers and our crotches soaked with kitty-cat juice and cum.

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

headed back through the dark, aplomb and tacit factory to the

bedroom.

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

Marge 's hand quickly found my now limp peter. `` 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 ready before too long. ``

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

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

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

started sucking the mammilla. I was rewarded by a picayune puff

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

mouth I used my hand to experience out her hot kitty and found it

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

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

This brought a gasp and Margie thrust her pelvis towards my

mitt and forced my finger's breadth into her cunt all the way.

'' You like that ? '' I asked.

'' Unh Huh ! '' she gasped.

I started digit fucking her and she quickly answered with

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

squeezed them with her pussy 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 hands and

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

her backtalk wide open, gasping. She gripped my turncock,

positioned it at the incoming 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 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 airless to cumming yet, after all the sex in the

past several time of day, and I think marge was just as glad,

because she kept pumping my fuck prick in her hot cunt and

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

I guess.

She moved her hired man to my chest and started fucking me by

rotating her hips back and Forth while leaning against me.

Gradually her motions got slower but more intense, I felt

like my egg were going into her kitty-cat too.

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

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

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

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

the side by side couple of hr ! 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. `` ``

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

sopping wet snatch.

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

stomach when we heard a noise at the bedroom door.

'' well, female parent ! Do you think you could bar screwing my

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

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

surprisal and embarrassment and rolled off of me, away from

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

hips, and grabbed my cock.

'' ejaculate on, he-man, jazz your randy wife for a while ! '' she said

as she quickly lowered herself onto my still rock concentrated pecker

and started fucking me.

epilogue :

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

Night. Glynda became kept woman of ceremonies and directed the

activities. She kept horny watching me and her mother making

love together and then she would make 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 confab Margie more often than in the

past. And quondam Margie would prognosticate and ask if I could do

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

factory. I never turned her down !