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Old 05-09-2013, 11:49 AM   #1
Gene69
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Mother-in-law

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.

(cont'd in Mother-in-law-02)

Last edited by Gene69; 05-09-2013 at 11:51 AM. Reason: Correct ref to part two
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