(This is a true story. My mother-in-law died years
ago, but we have many fond memories of our times with her,
and we miss her greatly.)
My mother-in-law, Margaret, officially, but Marge or Margie
to most people, and I always got along fairly well. I
treated her decent and liked her cooking and her daughter
was happy with me and I guess that was what she cared most
about.
She had a small apartment on the first floor of the same
building occupied by the family business. There were two
bedrooms and a smaller apartment on the second floor and a
quite large loft area on the third floor. When my wife,
Glynda, and I were there we stayed in the small apartment.
Our two daughters would use the separate bedrooms if they
came down.
My wife’s dad had died a couple of years before and I don’t
think many people missed him much. He didn’t treat anybody
very well, least of all his wife, son, and two daughters,
and nobody’s cooking 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 wasn’t much to
do in the little 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 build a little fire and fuck for a couple hours on
a big blanket and then go home and soak in the steam bath
for a couple of hours and fuck some more. Or we would go for
a hike up in the mountains in the morning and then take a nap
and fuck in some grassy meadow for most of the afternoon.
You can tell there was one thing uppermost in our minds.
The steam bath was actually a Finnish style sauna. A very hot,
very dry heat, very little steam at all. Glynda’s dad had
built it in the back of the factory and it had become popular
with nearly everyone. In fact my 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 sisters quite often. Their size and build
were very similar except that Margie was a little bustier
and a little hippier with a few more wrinkles. And while
Glynda frosted her hair because it was fashionable, Marge
did it to hide some gray and look younger. It was difficult
to tell them apart without looking really close. 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 years 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 hours. I walked into the
downstairs apartment to see what the prospects for dinner
were. There were a couple of pots gently steaming on the stove
and my wife was standing at the sink fixing some lettuce 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 right hand and cupped her mons and
pussy and massaged it a little. She jumped a little and said,
“Ooohh!”
I nuzzled and nibbled the side of her neck and said, “What’s
for dinner, besides you?”
She was breathing a little hard and leaning against me like
she was having trouble standing up. “Ohh … Unnn … I …
I … think th.. th.. that Glllyyyndaaaa …. is . up ..
stairs ..,” she gasped.
Well, I started noticing things then. Her breast was a
little bit larger and softer than Glynda’s and her tummy
wasn’t quite as flat, and her mons felt a little higher, and
then I opened my eyes and noticed what was looped over the ear I
had just begun to lick and nibble on. Metal glass frames!
Oops! Gramma wore glasses with metal frames and Glynda wore
plastic! Mea culpa!
I unwound my arms from around her and helped her stand up
straight. As she leaned against the sink 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 exit, stage left.
I went upstairs and found my wife in an easy chair in the
sitting room of the little apartment, reading the very
skinny local paper.
“How was your visit with your buddies?” she asked. “Are the
barmaids over there just as sexy as ever?”
I gave her a brief sketch of the afternoon at the local
watering hole and then related what had transpired with her
mother in the kitchen.
“My god, Honey, you probably came close to giving Mom a
heart attack! I’m pretty sure she hasn’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 didn’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 couple of days. You want to try fucking
Mom tonight?”
Many guys would have fallen over if their wife said anything
like that, but it wasn’t totally unexpected. We aren’t major
league swingers or swappers and we don’t have what I would
call an open marriage. We are 99% or more satisfied with our
sex lives and seldom actively pursue other sexual partners.
However, we realize that there are those times and
circumstances when an attraction develops that just can’t be
ignored. We have an agreement that we discuss each event
before consummation and we don’t have any liaisons with other
people in our own home, unless it is by prior arrangement
and agreement. We do have an escape clause though. That is
if there are hands on organs and the clothes are half off,
do it, and we will discuss it later!
So, I wasn’t too surprised at what my wife said. “My, how
you talk, young lady!” I chuckled. “I didn’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 hanky panky tonight you can just
eat my pussy for an appetizer. If you get Mom for dessert you
may need all your spunk and energy for her!”
With that, Glynda raised her hips and slipped off her slacks
and panties, 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 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 living room for
coffee and dessert, then sat around and watched a couple of
reruns on TV. Margie was sitting sort of sideways on the
couch reading the paper, I was sitting in the easy chair
glancing at some woman’s magazine that should have been x-rated
because of the pictures, and Glynda was sitting on the floor
between my legs. She had been rubbing her head in my crotch
and running her hands 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 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
stay down here and keep Mom company if you want. I am just
going to go to sleep.” And she leaned over and gave me a
little kiss with a lot of tongue and put her hand in my
crotch and gave my cock and balls a little squeeze.
“OK, Honey,” I replied. “I’ll be up later.”
As Glynda left the apartment I noticed that she did not
completely close the door into the hallway. “That little
snoop,” I thought. “She is going to eavesdrop to see what
goes on down here!”
I stood up and moved over to the couch and asked Marge, “Can
I sit here with you?” as I moved in behind her.
“Sure,” she said, as she moved over a little to give me a
little more room.
I sat down behind her and put a hand on her shoulder. “I
would like to talk about this afternoon.”
“Oh, that’s OK,” she said. “It isn’t necessary.”
“I don’t think you understand,” I said as I moved a little
closer to her. “I enjoyed what happened, and I don’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 feel a little …” she
paused. ” … different. I haven’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 doesn’t have to be that way.”
“Oh, I don’t know,” she said. “An old woman like me can’t
find anybody but old men around here.”
“I wasn’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 can’t be true! You are married to my daughter! Why
would you want an old woman like me? What will Glynda
think? It just wouldn’t be right! We …”
“Marge, Shush!” I said in her ear. “You let me worry 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 love you. I love you, and this afternoon I
realized that I want to make love to you and show you how
much I love you.”
“Oh dear! I don’t know what to say! What about tomorrow?
What happens when you don’t go upstairs? What if Glynda
finds out? It wouldn’t be right. What …”
“Dear, sweet, Margie. Don’t worry about any of those things.
I will take care of any problems. You only need 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 faint that I could barely hear
her, “Yes.”
“Oh, Margie,” I sighed, as I moved my hands down under her
breasts and gently cupped them in my hands and lifted them up
and squeezed them gently. She sighed and leaned back against
my chest, and she acted like it was the first time she had
been able to relax in a long 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 lead the way. As I
gently massaged her breasts and rubbed her nipples she
sucked my lower 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 tongue licking my
lips when she sucked them into her mouth. When it was my
turn I just opened my lips a little and licked her lips with
my tongue. She gasped, threw her arms around my neck and
gave me a full open mouthed kiss, sticking her tongue 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, gently massaging and rubbing her
all the way.
When I got to her mons I slid my fingers down over her pussy
until I had her mons under my palm and I could feel the heat
from her cunt under my fingers. I started massaging her
snatch 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 pussy with my fingers as she
began thrusting her hips up against my hand. Her legs spread
slowly apart, giving me permission to go further. I knew
that she hadn’t had anything but her own hand between her
legs for years. I thought that it probably felt a lot like I
felt the first time a woman put her hand around my cock!
I could feel her cunt getting hotter against my hand as I
gently rubbed and massaged her. I began to concentrate on
the area over her clit. There was no doubt about finding it.
She almost screamed, arched her back, and quivered like an
arrow when it sticks in a tree. The crotch of her pants were
definitely wet now, and she was panting and pushing her clit
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 neglected clit.
“Oh my god, oh shit Ohhhhh … UUnnnggg …. AWWWWWWWWWW….
,” she screamed as she was hit by her orgasm. Again and
again she humped against our hands and shuddered and moaned.
Finally, “Oh, 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, please
take me to bed.”
I stood up and held out my hands to her. She reached up and
took them and I pulled her slowly to her 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 bedroom and
as we passed the partially open doorway to the hall I could
hear 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 front of
her and cupped her full breasts in my hands and hugged her
to me. She sighed and placed her hands on mine while I
gently squeezed her tits and rubbed her nipples with the
tips of my fingers.
I unbuttoned her blouse, slipping one hand then the other
under it as I did, stroking her warm soft skin. When I got
her blouse unbuttoned I slid one sleeve down off her
shoulder 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 feel
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 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 front of her and slowly lifted up her feet,
one at a time, and removed her shoes and socks, then reached
up to her slacks and started sliding the elastic waistband
down over her hips. She raised her hips so I could slip them
out from under her buttocks and then sighed as my hands
slipped over her bare skin as I slid them down over her
legs.
I started to remove her 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 free. I slid the bra off of her arms and
dropped it over the end of the bed. She folded her arms
across her breasts to cover herself.
I sat back down next to her and gently turned her away from
me. I then slid my hands down her arms and hugged her
against me. Moving my hands down to her rounded but firm
tummy I stroked and massaged my way up to her breasts.
After doing this several times she relaxed and let me slide
my hands up over her bare breasts. As my hands reached her
nipples she sighed and leaned her head back against my
shoulder.
As I kissed her neck and shoulders and played with her boobs
and nipples she placed one hand on my arm and dropped the
other one to my leg. She began rubbing my leg and soon was
running her 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 feel it very soon. I was
nibbling her neck and running my finger tips over her stiff
nipples when her hand reached my hard cock. 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 little to make it jerk and swell in her hand and
she jumped a little and giggled like a school girl. “Oh! It
feels like it is alive!”
She turned her face up to me, “Take your clothes 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, body kept in
shape by hard work every day. Her skin was untanned and the
areolas on her breasts were dark in contrast, the dark hair
of her pussy was a mysterious shadow under her white silk
panties where her legs met her body.
I leaned down and kissed her tummy and began kissing and
licking my way down to her bush. She clasped my head in her
hands, “Ohhhh … Please, Gene, take your clothes off.”
I stood up and unfastened my belt, letting my pants slide to
the floor and pushed my shorts down around my ankles. I
pulled my shirts over my head 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 panties while I was undressing.
When my hand reached her soft 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 mons and outer lips. I
slowly began working a finger into the hot center of her
female sex and was quickly rewarded by a spreading wetness.
As I penetrated her with my finger she again gasped and
began moaning and thrusting her hips up against my hand.
I slipped my finger up towards her clit 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. Give me your
love and fill me with it. Please … Now … Oh ….
puhleeaaase!”
I moved over her as she spread her legs and pulled her knees
up. As I lowered myself onto her I kissed her breasts and
sucked on her nipples. 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. It has been so long! I want
it to last as long as possible.”
She was as tight as my wife was at 21. I could feel the
walls of her cunt stretching as the head of my cock went where
no cock had gone for many years.
I pumped my cock in and out of her slowly, laying on her and
just moving my pelvis. Each time I slid into her she took a
deep breath and hugged me with her arms and legs and when I
was in all the way she relaxed and breathed out. “Ooooh ….
Ahhhhhh … Ooooooo … ahhhh ….” It sounded like a gentle
breeze.
I don’t know how long this went on. We were both lost in the
warmth and the closeness and the intimacy of my hard cock
fucking in and out of her hot, slippery, soft pussy.
Margie was hugging me tighter now and I increased my
speed and force as I fucked her grasping love tunnel. She
was breathing harder and began gasping. “Oh god … fuck …
harder … faster … ohhhhhhh …. yesssss …. fuck … fuck
… ” Soon she was talking quite plainly and then began
shouting, “HARDER DAMN 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 pussy. I felt
my balls 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 cock jumping inside of her and her cunt muscles
began contracting and milking the cum out of my cock 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 several 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 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 mother and
fingering herself! “The steam bath is still hot. Let’s go
relax for awhile.” I thought she could probably use a little
heat therapy after all the unaccustomed exercise she had
just had.
“Well …. OK. Let me get my robe.” Margie said, as she
slowly rolled out of bed.
“You don’t need your robe.” I told her. “There isn’t anyone
in the house but Glynda, and she won’t bother us.”
I opened the door from the bedroom into the factory and put
my arm around Margie, guiding her between the dark and
silent machines.
As we went through the factory I could see the store area up
front, dimly lit by the street lights shining through the
windows. I could barely make out my horny, voyeuristic wife
watching us from behind the display 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 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 cock and
started pulling and pumping it.
We stood there in the dark factory area, playing with each
other, kissing and rubbing our bodies together. “Take me
again,” she said. “Fuck me right here!”
Still holding onto my cock she turned around and bent 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
entrance 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 hips and started pumping my cock in and
out of her burning hot snatch. I could feel the juice from
her excitement and our previous fucking running down over my
balls and down the inside of her thighs. “Oh … Fuck me,
baby! Fuck me hard!” 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 feet weren’t even on the
floor. “Oh God! I’m cumming honey, I’m cumming! Fuck me!
HARDER Oh SHit OH FUCK FUCK UNGGG OOOHHHHHH AWWWHHHH !”
Margie screamed as her orgasm came.
I kept slamming into her hot steaming cunt and I could feel
the cum starting way down in my nuts and rising up through
my cock and I couldn’t do anything but grunt. I grunted
every time I slammed my rod down her hole and as I felt her
cunt squeezing me I felt the cum shooting from my pecker and
pumped even further into her as I shot my load in her.
We just stood there for a while. She leaning on the stool
and me leaning against her butt until my cock deflated and
fell out of her pussy. I helped her to stand up and we slowly
made our way back through the factory to the sauna.
The sauna was a room about 8 ft. by 10 ft. and about 10 ft.
high. There was the heater, a shower, a low stool, and several
different levels of benches. 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 love making. As she stood with
her back to me I scrubbed her down and slid my hand between
her legs. I could easily slip two fingers in her cunt 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 good fucks I wasn’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 cock. 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 hands and doing all the right things. But I
wanted more from this very sexy and passionate older woman.
“Suck me or fuck me, Margie. Don’t just jerk me off.”
She turned and looked at me with her eyes wide with
surprise. “What? ….”
“I said suck me or fuck me. It feels really good to have you
playing with me but I want to be a lot more intimate with
you right now. Take my cock in your mouth 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 woman and she licked
her lips. She slid over on the bench and laid down on her
stomach. Grasping my cock in one hand she slowly moved her
head 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 and tasted it.
“Go ahead,” I said softly. “It won’t bite!”
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 great! 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 hand on the part of my dick that
didn’t go in her mouth and sucking and licking it like it
was an ice cream bar. I thought that it was a good thing
that I had fucked her good twice in the last couple of hours
or my cum would be dripping off the ceiling!
She looked up at me. “My pussy is burning up! Let’s fuck
some more!”
Well, I couldn’t turn down a request like that! I got up and
led her down the stairs and sat down on the stool.
“Straddle my legs and sit down on my cock,” I told her.
She had a gleam 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 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 feels good!” she said, as she leaned back
and slid her pussy all the way down over my hard cock.
“Yes, it does,” I agreed. “You know, your oldest
granddaughter was conceived right here this way.”
“Oh my god,” she sort of laughed. “That makes me feel so
naughty! Fucking with you in the same place you conceived
your first child with my daughter!”
“Well,” I responded. “Let’s not worry about that. Let’s
just get downright nasty and fuck our brains out. I want to
fill your pussy full of cum!”
“Ohhhhh … my … uuuhhhmmmm … yesssss,” she moaned, as I
rotated my hips up and thrust my cock deeper into her cunt.
We leaned back in each other’s arms and began to slam our
pelvises together, grunting and groaning. The sauna was
around 100 degrees and we were both perspiring freely. Hell,
we were sweating like pigs! We were slipping and sliding
like we had been dipped in K-Y. It was whole-body fucking!
She leaned away from me and arched her back, slamming her
pelvis hard against me. I bent over and sucked a nipple
between my lips. She let out a moan and moved faster over my
cock. The harder I sucked, the harder she fucked!
I was at the point where I felt like I was about to cum, but
I didn’t. I just stayed there, savoring the feel of a hot,
slippery cunt on my hard, throbbing cock, sucking on her
hard nipples.
She leaned in towards me and I hugged her to my chest. Her
plump breasts were against my chest and she was still
slamming her pelvis and pussy against me. I put my arms
around her and grabbed her butt cheeks 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 boobs were slipping and
sliding over my chest and my cock was being shoved way up
her cunt every time she dropped down on my lap.
Now I felt I was really going to cum! I put my hands around
her neck and leaned away from her, fucking into her hot
snatch as hard and deep 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 … 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 tempo with our movements.
After what seemed like half an hour of my cock throbbing and
pumping jism into her hot squeezing, sucking pussy we just
sat there, arms around each other, our bodies sweating
rivers and our crotches soaked with pussy juice and cum.
We finally got up off of the stool, showered again and
headed back through the dark, cool and silent factory to the
bedroom.
We laid down on the bed and snuggled up with each other.
Marge’s hand quickly found my now limp cock. “I want to fuck
some more,” she said. “Can you get it up again?”
“Oh yes, I can get it up again. The question is when?” I
laughed. “You just keep doing what you are doing and it will
be ready before too long.”
“I hope so,” she responded, and started rubbing her boobs
against my chest as she squeezed and pulled on my pecker.
I put my hand under her boob and raised it to my mouth and
started sucking the nipple. I was rewarded by a little gasp
and purring and moaning. Now that I had her nipple in my
mouth I used my hand to feel out her hot pussy and found it
wet and slippery. It was still oozing a mixture of her
lubricating juice and my cum and my finger slipped in easily.
This brought a gasp and Margie thrust her pelvis towards my
hand and forced my finger into her cunt all the way.
“You like that?” I asked.
“Unh Huh!” she gasped.
I started finger fucking her and she quickly answered with
hip movements urging me on. I put in two 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 hands and
knees and quickly straddled me. She had her head back and
her mouth wide open, gasping. She gripped my cock,
positioned it at the entrance to her tunnel and with a moan
lowered herself, taking my pecker all the way into her in
one movement.
Marge started bouncing up and down, fucking her 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 close to cumming yet, after all the sex in the
past several hours, and I think Marge was just as glad,
because she kept pumping my fuck tool in her hot pussy 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 motions got slower but more intense, I felt
like my balls 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. I was
getting a little hotter and felt like I might cum again in
the next couple of hours! 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 cock into her as hard and deep
as I could, meeting her thrusts as her moans got louder.
“Oh god, I’m cumming, I’m cumming … OhhhHHH AWWWWHHH
UNGGGHH … ” as she hunched up her back and slammed against
me, taking my rod as deep into her as she could get it.
My sweet, darling, 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 sure I stayed hard in case she wasn’t finished. After a
few minutes she sat up, my cock still embedded in her
sopping wet snatch.
She was leaning just slightly forward with her hands on my
stomach when we heard a noise at the bedroom door.
“Well, Mother! Do you think you could stop screwing my
husband long enough for me to get a little 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, fuck your horny wife for a while!” she said
as she quickly lowered herself onto my still rock hard pecker
and started fucking me.
Epilog:
It was a few more hours before anybody got to sleep that
night. Glynda became mistress of ceremonies and directed the
activities. 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 hadn’t had
any loving in so many years.
After that we went to visit Margie more often than in the
past. And sometimes 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!