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Wife's Mom Ch. 1

By: andy_r_14456



I met Sally, my wife, in Chicago where we worked for a pharmaceutical company. It was Sally's first job, but I had worked for another company for about ten years. I fell in love with her within two weeks of meeting her. I saw her every day for about six months until we decided to live together. Many people were surprised because I was older by about 12 years and bigger than her, I was 6?2? and 210 lb, while Sally was thin and tall, 5?6?, 115 lb, with a 32A bust. 

Her parents, Bob and Marge, lived in Westchester County, NY.  Sally told me that her mom was a strong lady who opted to stay at home and that dad was a very busy tax attorney. Marge was 48 when I first met her. She had a pretty face, about 5?3? tall, with short brown hair, and sky-blue eyes. She was not quite voluptuous and I guess she had 36B tits that did not sag much. 

Sally and I were married in White Plains, and Bob and Marge paid for a lavish reception at a country club. After I danced with Sally for a long time, I asked Marge to dance which she accepted.

While we were dancing, Marge said, ?Mark, you are a lucky man. Sally had many boy friends, but she turned them all away. I knew she would marry a mature man.? She was referring to the fact I was 36.

I replied, ?I know I am a lucky man to have married Sally. I am also lucky to have you and Bob as mys. As you know, my parents passed away and I miss them both.?

Marge said, ?You should think of Bob and I as your parents.? She gave me a nice hug and kissed me on the cheek. I said I would treat her and Bob as my new parents. I liked Marge. Where as Marge was a cheer full and a caring person, Bob, however, was reserved and somewhat aloof. Also, Bob was a heavy smoker that concerned Marge very much; he was hopelessly addicted to nicotine.

Over the next three years, Sally and I stayed in Chicago, and we had a son, Brian, and a daughter, Deborah. During that time, Sally decided to stay home and take care of the kids. We visited Marge and Bob during the holidays. But, because I was busy at my job, sometimes, especially during the summer, Sally and the children visited her parents without me. Marge and I became friends. I respected her.

Several events happened in about four years that changed our lives. First, Sally decided to go to law school and follow her ?father?s foot steps.? This changed our life style requiring us to make arrangements for care of the two kids. It also meant, that I did more house work, such as doing the laundry, grocery shopping, and preparing some of the meals, although the kids preferred fast food.

Bob, who was the same age as Marge, now 52, seemed to have hit mid life crisis belatedly. He began to play more golf and spend more time with his buddies. Marge was concerned about Bob and expressed her concerns on the phone to Sally when she was available or to me when Sally was at school. Gradually, as Sally spent more time with her studies, Marge began to talk more and more to me about Bob, her, and other matters. 

During Christmas holidays, while Sally went to visit a neighbor in White Plains, Marge and I had a short conversation in the living room. I got the feeling that Marge was feeling lonely. When I asked her how things were and how she was doing, Marge said, "Bob has lost all interest in me. May be it is because of my menopause and hormone replacement therapy recommended by my gynecologist. I have also gained about eight pounds." It turned out Bob had lost interest in sex and in Marge. Actually, Bob had become impotent. This happened just after Viagra became available.

I said, "But Marge, the hormone replacement therapy seems to have given you extra glow to your face and body, and, if I may say so, increased your bust size too. If you did put on weight, it is in the right places."

Marge blushed and said coyly, "Yes, my bust has increased in size to 38D in the past six months, but Bob has not noticed that change. I am also working out four times a week at the gym to keep my shape and weight under control." I got a painful hard on just looking at her protruding boobs and stockinged legs, but I covered it up with that day's newspaper. 

I really wanted to help Marge and Bob, so I suggested to Marge: "Why don't you buy sexy lingerie from Victoria?s Secret as a surprise to Bob, and also you and Bob go away on a ten-day vacation in March to Aruba?"

Marge asked, "Why Aruba?"

I replied, "I think getting Bob away from the pressures of his work and the warm weather in Aruba, instead of the cold weather in White Plains, would help Bob?s libido. You are a good looking voluptuous lady and after seeing your beautiful body in the sexy lingerie, I am sure that Bob will jump your bones. He can always try Viagra, the new wonder drug for impotent men."

Marge blushed again and said, "You really think I have a voluptuous body and I am not an old woman?'

I replied, "Yes Marge, I think you are a beautiful and voluptuous woman, and you are not an old woman. I wish Bob also sees you as a beautiful lady."

Not surprisingly, Marge accepted my suggestion and said, "Ok, I will do my best. By the way, Bob is too embarassed to ask his doctor to prescribe Viagra. He just won?t do it." Marge convinced Bob to go away to Aruba and I was sure that he would jump on Marge because she was a voluptuous lady.

My hard on became painful, but I endured it. Fortunately, Marge went to the kitchen to put a turkey breast in the oven for dinner. I could only hope that she did not see my arousal.

That night I couldn't wait for Sally to come to bed. I took her doggy-style. Sally reached at least two orgasms. Afterwards, she remarked, "I don't know what got into you, but I should bring you often to see Mom and Dad."

One Saturday afternoon late in April, Marge called when Sally was studying in the law school library. Sally was preparing for her final examinations. Also, she was offered a yearlong internship with an Illinois State Judge in Springfield. 

After responding to the usual pleasantries, and activities of Sally and the kids, I asked,  "Marge, where is Bob?"

"Oh, he is out at the country club to be with his buddies," replied Marge dejectedly

"How was your vacation with Bob in Aruba?"

"The Sun and the beach were great, but not much of anything else" said Marge and began to sob.

"Marge, what happened and what did you wear?"

"I planned a romantic evening with Bob two days after we got there. I lit several candles and a few incense sticks in the bedroom. I wore all black lingerie that I bought on your advice: a push-up lace bra, crotch-less lace panties, stockings garters, and high heels. Besides, I had my hair done and I sprayed on Bob's favorite perfume. But, Bob could not function."

I said: "Wow, you must have looked gorgeous, Marge. Where did you spray the perfume?"

After hesitating for a minute she said softly, "I sprayed my favorite perfume behind my ears, on my cleavage, and between, you know where."

"You mean your gorgeous thighs and," and I softly mumbled, "may be on your pussy."

"Mark, near there, not directly on that, you know on the mound. You are embarrassing me."

"Marge I am sorry Bob could not get it up. I expected him to fuck you silly on your vacation."

"Mark, you are incorrigible. Any way, thanks for all the advice and encouragement. By the way, I am thinking of coming to see you, Sally and the kids in June."

"Marge, you are most welcome for the advice and to visit us. You know Sally is going to Springfield to work there."

"Mark, I am hoping you can take me to Springfield to see Sally after I have seen the kids. "

"Ok Marge. Is Bob coming with you?"

"No, Bob is not coming with me. He said that he has important meetings with clients and also has to entertain them, of course by playing cards or golf." She continued, ?I am arriving on next Friday afternoon and returning home the following Wednesday,? and gave me the airline flight information.

Marge then said, "I hope Sally has been taking good care of you what with all the studying and additional work she had to do to get that internship."

"We are doing fine," I lied because Sally has been too preoccupied with her studies and we had not made love in over two months.

Talking to Marge brought images of her sexy body got me a raging hard on. Soon after I hung up the phone, I went to the bathroom and jacked off imagining me fucking Marge doggy style while holding on to her 38D boobs.

Sally was pleased when I told her that her Mom would come to Chicago to visit the kids and later to Springfield to see her. She said, "Oh Mark, I am glad you will be here to show Chicago to Mom and drive her to Springfield. You know, you may be able to leave the kids with our friends Tom and Nancy, and you, Mom, and I can spend a day by ourselves in Springfield." When I called, Tom and Nancy, who lived in Evanston, were very happy to keep our kids for three days because they would be playmates to their three children.

I arranged for a babysitter for the kids and met Marge at O'Hare airport on a Friday. She was wearing a sleeveless blouse, white slacks, and a straw hat. Her red lipstick accentuated her thick lips. When she hugged me, she lingered just long enough to show how much she appreciated seeing me. 

"Mark, I am so glad to see you."

"I am glad to see you too, Marge."

When she hugged me, I felt her large boobs pressing into my chest. I kissed her on her cheek. She was indeed a 52-year old voluptuous woman. 

We got her luggage, got in the car, and began the drive home. We talked about Sally, the kids, and me for a while. 

I asked Marge, "How is Bob doing and how is he treating you?

She replied, "I think Bob is depressed with his impotence. He blames me for his problem. He actually told me I am not attractive enough for him and don't excite him. He does not realize that his impotence is part of his overall bad health." 

Without thinking, I blurted out, "Marge you are a very beautiful and voluptuous woman. I can assure you you can turn on many men. For sure you turn me on."

In a choking voice, she said, "Thanks for the compliment." I saw tears coming down Marge's cheeks. I reached over and touched her hand with my right hand. Marge grasped my hand and held it in her hands until we stopped to get pizza for dinner not too far from my apartment.

I carried Marge's bags to her room. Paid and drove the babysitter home. The kids were happy to see grandma. They played with the stuffed animals she brought as presents. We all ate pizza. I opened a bottle of chilled Chardonnay, Marge's favorite wine, and gave the kids fruit juice. At about 9 p.m., I took the kids to their bedroom, read them a story, and tucked them in. Marge went to her room to take a shower and change into something more comfortable.

I went to the living room, removed my sneakers, sat on the large sofa, and turned on the TV. I began to watch a romantic movie on the AMC channel. Soon, Marge came down dressed in a pink robe and silk pajamas that didn't hide her curves much. 

I offered her another glass of Chardonnay that she accepted. After taking a sip of wine, Marge said, "Mark, I know you have been taking care of the kids and the apartment. It looks like Sally has been neglecting you since she moved to Springfield."

I said, "Marge, you are right. I didn't think my behavior was so obvious and the apartment so dirty. I understand Sally's dedication to establishing herself as a lawyer. I hope she will also show more love at least to the kids. I have to wait and see if she comes back to be a wife and mother.?

I paused and continued, "Deep down I don?t think Sally will come back to me. We have grown apart; she will move up her career ladder. I am learning to take care of myself and the kids.?

Marge mused, "It is ironic both of us are being neglected by our spouses; my daughter is neglecting you and my husband is neglecting me." She reached over to touch my hand. I saw tears in her eyes. Soon our hands became entwined. I pulled Marge to me and kissed her on the lips. Marge looked in my eyes and moved further to sit in my lap facing me. She was silhouetted against the light from the TV. I wiped her tears and traced her face with my fingers. She put her head on my chest and  hugged me. I felt her 38D boobs on my chest and immediately got an erection. Marge must have felt my growing hard-on as she slowly rocked in my lap.

She held my face in her hands, looked me in my eyes and said, ?I am afraid Sally is becoming just like her father.?

I asked Marge, ?What do you mean??

?Bob pursued his career doggedly without consideration for me and Sally. True, he became a top tax attorney, but he ruined his health working long hours, chain smoking, not watching his diet, and drinking heavily. He has aged much faster than I anticipated.?

I asked, ?Marge, I am curious, which of your characteristics does Sally have? She does not have your body.?

Marge looked in surprise at me and said, ?Not many.? With an understanding nod she continued, ?You probably don?t know I am not Sally?s biological mother. Soon after Sally?s birth, her mother, Pam, died due to an unidentified infection. Pam was my best friend. I loved Sally, the newborn baby, from the time I first saw her and started taking care of her. Bob and I got married about a year after Sally was born. You could say, it was a marriage of convenience for us: I loved Sally and Bob provided a very comfortable life for me.?

?Does Sally know you are not her biological mother.?

?Yes, Bob and I told her when she was about twelve years old. Soon after that she withdrew from me, but I thought it was part of her teenage behavior.?

I kissed Marge, and said, ?Marge, you are a kind person. You are also a beautiful and voluptuous woman.?

I was relieved that Marge was not a blood relative of Sally. For some unknown reason, my erection got harder that I am sure Marge felt on her ass. 

I took her face in my hands and gently kissed her lips. Marge responded by returning my kiss. I kissed her again more passionately, and Marge returned the kiss and stuck her tongue in my mouth. I tasted and drank the mixture of wine and saliva. Our kisses became more urgent. I wanted more, so while still kissing her, I took off Marge's robe and loosened the top buttons of her pajama tops to gently knead her left boob. Marge moaned softly and reached into her pajamas and pulled out both of her boobs. With me still holding her left boob, she offered the other to my mouth. 

Marge said, "Here, take this. It has not been sucked, nibbled or fondled by a man in a long time." I gladly accepted her offering and sucked her nipple, occasionally gently biting it. Marge looked at my sucking mouth and her boob with partly closed eyes.

"Do you like them? Are they really large enough for you? Are they too saggy for you?"

All I could say was, "Yes. Yes. No, ummmfff," with my mouth full of boob. I continued to suck on one and then switched to the other while Marge threw her head back, moaning softly with pleasure. I was in tit heaven. Marge's boobs were magnificent. Their slight sag made them look more beautiful.

In a whisper Marge said, "Let's go to your bedroom, in case the kids wake up and see us like this."

Reluctantly, we untangled ourselves and hand in hand walked to my bedroom. I locked the bedroom door behind me, and turned on the bathroom light. Marge stood near the door looking at herself and smoothing her ruffled hair in the large mirror on the back of the door. 

She turned around, extended her arms to me, and said: "Come on lover. I am all yours."

I quickly went to her, took her in my arms, and planted many kisses on her lips and neck. I grabbled her ass and ground my crotch making it clear that I wanted her not as the ?mother? of my wife, but sexually as a desirable woman. Marge returned my kisses with fervor. She made it clear that she was a willing and wanton woman.

Marge sensed that I still wanted her approval. She said, "Mark, I want you to take me and love me, but let us go slow. As you know it has been a long time since I made love to a man. I want it to be good for both of us. I want tender loving that I have been missing. Let's see what happens after that."

"Fine Marge. I have not made love to a woman in over two months and I am horny. You are lovely and voluptuous. I will tell you what I want or indicate what I will do, and you can let me know if you like it or don't. I am not going to force you to do anything you don't like."

I continued, "First, your boobs are magnificent. I want to play with them." Marge blushed intensely, shyly lowered her eyes, and nodded her head.

With Marge's help, I quickly removed her pajama top. I told her: "Marge, please raise your arms and hold them behind your head."

"Ok Mark in a minute. You should remove your shirt and jeans. I want to feel your body too. Here let me unbutton your shirt and unbuckle your jeans."

With in minutes my shirt and jeans came off and I was just in my shorts. Marge briefly squeezed my erection through my shorts as she was unbuckling, but did not spend too much time; I think she was shy.

I held Marge from behind, with my erection poking her ass. I could see her succulent boobs in the mirror. I lifted them, juggled them, and squeezed them. I massaged them and gently pinched her nipples. Marge leaned against me with her head on my chest; she began to moan softly. The reflection of Marge in the mirror was an erotic sight: ruffled hair, and swollen tits and lips. After about five minutes, I turned her towards me still with her arms raised, I kissed her lips, neck, underarms, cleavage, and gently sucked her boobs.

Marge said, "I am glad you like to suck my boobs. It makes me horny and feel good."

"I will suck your boobs as often as I can and as long as you want me to. They are simply magnificent. I am glad sucking them makes you horny. I get horny too."

"I am glad I shaved my arm pits and legs just I before I left home. I was not expecting anything, but I accept your fetish for my arm pits and will keep them clean shaven."

?Marge, you have well defined slim arms. I like your arm pits because your arms begin there.?

I put my hands through her pajama bottoms and grabbed her well-endowed ass. Marge accepted the groping. Later, Marge also let me run my fingers through her pubes, but when I touched her pussy lips she pulled back. I did not understand why, but I withdrew my hand. Her pubes were matted with her juices. I began to dream of sucking those juices and eating her pussy.

Suddenly Marge took hold of my cock and said, "Let me see what you got. Time to get rid of your shorts."

In a minute I was standing in front of Marge with a raging hard on. Marge knelt in front of me gently ran her fingers from the root to the tip of my cock, and scooped a drop of stringy precum and tasted it. She also squeezed my balls and their sack. 

She said, "Some one is all excited and oozing. It means you like me. It means you don't think I am too old."

I replied, ?Marge, you know I always liked you. We have been friends since we met. I am glad I am your lover now. Believe me, it is a privilege to be your friend and lover. I see you as a voluptuous, kind, and desirable woman Not many guys get to love a woman like you. I hope we can be friends and lovers for a long time.?

Marge blushed, got up without giving up her grip on my cock, and said, "Thank you Mark for making me feel wanted. I also want to be your friend and lover, but let?s see what the future brings us.?

She then grinned, and said, ?Right now I have to pee. I will be back in a minute. You go lie down on the bed."

Marge went to the bathroom and closed the door behind her. I figured she was still shy. After a few minutes, Marge came out of the bathroom, but turned off the light so that the only light was that from the streetlights. It took a minute for my eyes to adjust and realize that Marge was completely naked.


Wife's Mom Ch. 1



Marge got under the sheets, snuggled up to me, kissed me passionately, and grabbed my still erect cock. She then said, "I think your thing is the same length as Bob's, but thicker. Please go-slow with me. It has been over two years since Bob made love to me." Marge could not say the word cock yet.

I said, "Marge, I will go slow. First, I would like to eat you. Please let go of my cock."

She released my cock. I got out of bed and waited on the side, but Marge just stared at me without moving. It dawned me that Bob never ate her, and she did not know what eating her pussy was and that she had to get in position to offer her pussy to me.

I said, "Marge, lie across the bed with your ass on the edge of the bed. I want to eat your pussy."

"Mark, you mean you will use your mouth on my vagina? But, that's dirty. I have been oozing since we started petting."

"Yes, Marge I will suck and lick your pussy. It is not dirty. It is cleaner than my mouth. Your juices are natural juices I like. They are part of you. For me, it is not much different than me sucking you saliva when we kiss. Please try it, I am sure you will enjoy it."

With my guidance, Marge scooted to her new position. As she moved on the bed, I saw her boobs jiggle and the full growth of hair on her pussy. With me on my knees next to the bed, I helped Marge take a comfortable position. I persuaded her to open her thighs and gently spread them. Even in the limited light, it was a magnificent view. Marge?s thighs were smooth and nicely tapered. Her pubic hair was brown, thick, and matted with her juices. Further up, her chest was heaving rhythmically with her breathing, and each boob was a mound of quivering flesh stooped to its side due to its weight.

?Marge, please relax and enjoy what I will do to you. Just let go of your fears and inhibitions.?

?Ok Mark, I trust you and I will relax. I promise.?

I kissed the insides of her thighs and rubbed them from the knees to her crotch. After Marge relaxed slowly, I massaged her crotch with enough pressure to enjoy the feel of her soft fur and give her pleasure. I inhaled her natural odors and rustled her pussy hair with my nose. Her excited pussy was releasing intoxicating odors. Then, I spread her glistening pussy lips and licked them. I noticed she had a large clit that protruded proudly above her cunt.

Marge said, ?Ohhhhh. Ohhhhhhh. That?s so nice.?

After licking the lips a few more times, I flicked her clit several times with my tongue eliciting more "Oooohs and ahhhhs," from Marge.

I then began several cycles of gently sucking Marge?s prominent clit and releasing it from my mouth. At the same time I gently massaged and pinched Marge?s boobs and nipples with my hands. Once when I removed my hands from her nipples, Marge put them back where they belonged.

Soon, Marge had several intense orgasms, ??Ohhhhh. Ohhhhhhh. ?Ohhhhhhhh. Ohhhhhhhhhhh. I felt them both through her clit in my mouth and on my thumb in her pussy. Marge clasped my head between her firm thighs and held it down with her hands. After a few minutes, she had a huge smile on her face as she pulled me up and kissed me on my mouth.

?I never tasted my own juices before. I like the taste. They are so slick. Thank you. Thank you.?

I laid down next to Marge, who had scooted back to lie on her pillow, and just watched her bosom rise and fall with her breathing. After a while, she touched my cock, spread her thighs, held out her arms, and said, ?Now it is your turn to get your relief. Mark, please take me.?

I was very excited after all the petting, kissing, and sucking. I was sure that I would not last long if we used the missionary position. Also, I remembered that Marge wanted me to go easy because she did not fuck for a long time. So I asked Marge to jump on me, an expression I thought most, if not all, women understood. Again, she looked perplexed. So I said, ?Marge first get on top of me, straddle me at my crotch, and then put my cock in your pussy real slowly.? And that?s exactly what Marge did as I helped her.

She was breathing rapidly as she slowly lowered herself on my cock. After several up and down motions, Marge took my cock all the way into her pussy. Marge released a huge sigh and a huge smile appeared on her face as the clutching walls of her tight pussy relaxed around my thick cock. For a few minutes, she was content to just sit up straight after impaling herself on my cock. I beckoned her to lean forward so that I could play with her 38D boobs. Occasionally I lifted my head from my pillow to suck one of her nipples. 

Marge learned the game of fucking me quickly and began rapid up and down stroking of my cock with her snug pussy. But, I wanted to prolong the session and told her, ?Marge love, if you keep doing that I will come in no time. I am trying to hold off cumming, and enjoy the sights and sensations of fucking you.?

But Marge speeded up the up and down strokes and just mumbled, ?I can?t stop. I?m cumminggggggggggggg right now. Ohhhhhhhhhhh. Mark. Fuck. Fuckkkk.? That was the first time, Marge used the word ?fuck?. She would use it often after that.

Her orgasm was too much for me. It triggered my pent-up release. My climax coincided with Marge?s. I managed to hang on to Marge?s heaving tits for dear life and released several spurts of cum in her tight pussy as she was still moving up and down on my cock. Some of my cum was released deep inside Marge and some just at the entrance to her juicy pussy.

Marge collapsed on me with my softened cock still in her pussy. She kissed my sweaty face and gave me a grateful kiss. She looked in my eyes, smiled, and said, ?I had cum before, but not like that in my whole life. I love being on top. It gave me good control. Thank you for suggesting that I get on top. But, I better get up because I am leaking. I don?t want to drip all over the bed.?

She lifted herself off of me and my cock came out of her pussy reluctantly with a pop that made both of us giggle. Marge immediately covered the mouth of her pussy with her hand to stop the flow of my cum. Despite her efforts, some of my cum dribbled down her thigh. While she was in the bathroom, I put on my robe and checked on the kids; they were sound asleep. When I cam back to my bedroom, Marge was not there. I knocked on her bedroom door, but there was no answer; Marge fell asleep.



Wife's Mom Ch. 2



SATURDAY

I woke up at about 7 a.m. and made it to the kitchen in my pajamas and robe. There was Marge with her make up on, in jeans, a sleeve less blouse, and sneakers. She had already  served breakfast to her grandchildren who were watching cartoons on the TV in the kitchen. 

I said, "Good morning all," and kissed the kids. They told me they were excited to be spending some time with their friends in Evanston.

Marge said, "Good morning Mark. Did you sleep well?"

I saw a sly smile on Marge's face. I replied, "I slept well Marge. How about you?"

Marge winked and said, "I slept very well too." She then served me omelet, bacon, and toast, and poured me a hot cup of coffee she had brewed. I was hungry and appreciated the breakfast. I thanked Marge for making and serving me breakfast.

We agreed to take the kids to Tom and Nancy's home at about 9:30 a.m. Marge packed a small suitcase for each kid with their favorite books, toys, and clothes. I went to my bedroom to get ready for the day. After a nice warm shower, I put on khaki shorts and a golf shirt as we were going to sight see.

After helping Marge clean up the kitchen, we left for Evanston. Tom, Nancy, and their two kids were waiting for us. Both Marge and I thanked them for their kindness. We left after kissing Brian and Deborah good-bye. We drove for about five minutes towards Chicago, when Marge reached and touched my right arm.

She said, "I am sorry I did not spend the night with you. I still don't feel right sleeping in Sally's bed, even if she has not slept in it for a while."

I said, "Marge it's ok. Deep down I feel that Marge will leave me. I think she has been seeing another man, some one she met at law school. I suspect she thinks I am not in her league."

I drove in silence as both of us were lost in our thoughts. After I parked the car, I took Marge to the top of the Sears Tower. We held hands as we walked around and saw the breath taking views. I was aware of Marge's tits being pressed into either my arms or my back and had a hard all the time we were there. I then drove her around and showed her the usual sights, Grant Park, Michigan Avenue, and others. 

We had lunch at an outdoor café. Marge had a glass of Chardonnay and I had a lite beer. It was about 3 p.m., when Marge grasped my arm and said, "Mark I am tired a little bit. Do you mind if we go back to your apartment? We can sight see later in the evening when we go out for dinner."

I agreed as I was also tired and we drove back to my apartment. I took off my sneakers and stretched out on the couch. Marge said, "Mark why don't we get dressed up for dinner and may be go dancing afterwards." I agreed and made reservations for 6: 30 p.m. at an upscale Italian restaurant in a prominent hotel that also had live music after 8 p.m. and a dance floor. 

We slept for couple of hours. I showered and dressed in the only suit I have, char coal gray in color. I read the day's newspaper while waiting for Marge. At about 6 p.m. Marge came out of her room. An involuntary whistle escaped from my lips when I saw her. She had on a black sleeveless dress that showed her generous cleavage. She had light make up and bright lipstick. She wore short dangling pearl earrings and a pearl necklace, and black thigh highs and heels.

Marge looked at me with her left hand on her hips, pirouetted once, and said, "I bought this dress last week just for this trip. I am glad I have an opportunity to wear it. I hope you like it. Come here, zip up my dress." 

I zipped up Marge’s dress even though I would have liked to remove it. I also nuzzled her neck and smelled her perfume. I got a peek at her generous cleavage; my cock got hard. But, we had to go. "I love your dress. You look beautiful Marge. I am so glad to be spending this evening with you. If you are ready, let's go." 

It dawned on me that Marge was in control of events almost all the time since she arrived. I recalled that Sally said her Mom is a strong lady.

In the restaurant, we were seated in a corner. We ordered light meals, mostly pasta and a bottle of Chardonnay wine. As soon as the waitress left, Marge started playing footsie, but could not reach my crotch. I removed my right shoe and with my foot was able to massage Marge's knees. When I touched her crotch, Marge looked around to see if any one was watching us. I did not want to embarrass her, so I rubbed her legs up to her knees. We were like two lovers made for each other.

I told her, "Marge, you are a kind, and beautiful and voluptuous woman. I think I am falling in love with you. However, I am not sure that you feel the same way about me. Also, I do not make as much money as Bob.?

Marge responded by reaching out and squeezing my hand. She said, “Mark, I love you too. But we both are married to other persons. I do need your love. Let’s be lovers first and see what happens. As a finance manager, you could get a job anywhere and you will make enough money to live comfortably.?” 

After dinner, we went to the nightclub where we sat side-by-side holding hands. One time, Marge moved her hand to my crotch and left it on my erect cock lump; she just looked at me with a smile, like a kid who found a new toy. Marge is a good dancer. During one slow dance, she pressed her pillowy boobs into my chest and kissed me quickly. The mixture of her body odor and perfume was an intoxicating combination. As we danced slowly, I maneuvered Marge to a dark area away from the seated patrons and with her back towards the back wall. Then, with her arms still around my neck, I grabbed her ass cheeks with both of my hands and ground my crotch into her lower belly.

Marge whispered, “Mark someone may see us.”

“Marge, your back is close to the wall in a dark area. No one can see what we are doing. Just keep smiling and swaying to the music.” Marge smiled and pushed her crotch against my left thigh as we continued that and another slow dance. She pulled away from my grasp and leaned forward all the time looking into my eyes; her movement caused her dress to separate a little; I had a perfect view of her lacy-bra enclosed boobs. Marge just smiled and continued dancing.

Marge was not ready to go to my apartment yet, so I drove around until we saw a well-lighted park; a few people were still using it. I drove into the park and found a parking place in a dark part. As soon as I turned of the engine, Marge moved into my arms. With her pearl earrings and necklace, and sweat-covered cleavage, she looked gorgeous. She lifted her head and planted a long juicy kiss on my lips. 

“Marge, you look lovely in the pearl ear rings and necklace.”

She replied, “I am very glad you think so. They are my favorites.”

She let me kiss her cleavage and feel her boobs, and panties-covered crotch. But, when I tried to unbutton her dress to release her boobs and get my fingers underneath her panties, she coyly demurred and suggested we wait until we got back to my apartment. I got the message; Marge did not like being seen in “compromising” positions.

Marge smiled and whispered to me, “You know I was a virgin when I married Bob.”

I thought for a second and said, “You mean I am only the second man to make love to you! Wow. I am indeed a fortunate person.” I thought to myself, she may be slightly older than me, but she has a pussy that was not fucked much. I said aloud, “Marge you were practically a virgin.”

Marge giggled, and said, “You may have a point. Bob and I made love once in about two months; that too, when I practically threw myself at him. He had an aversion to sex. I am so glad you find me attractive.”

We left the park and got to my apartment at about 10 p.m. Marge told me she has to use the bathroom and change her clothes. I also decided to change into pajamas. After a few minutes I walked into Marge’s room, just as she was coming out of the bathroom. Marge wore the lingerie she bought for her vacation in Aruba: black lacy push-up bra, thigh highs, crotch-less panties, and garters. She was a sight to behold.

She asked, “Mark, how do I look in these? Do I excite you? I bought these on your suggestion for Bob. They did not work on him, but I hope they work on you. That’s why I am wearing them.”

I replied, “Marge, I know you bought these lingerie items for Bob. I think you are dressed to kill. You can see from my erect cock that I find you very desirable. Speaking bluntly, I find you very fuckable.”

Marge blushed, but did not seem to be offended by my direct response. We approached each other and met between the dresser and the foot of her bed. We kissed passionately sucking and playing with our tongues. Marge reached for my cock and grabbed it. I reached for her boobs and began to squeeze them and then suck them through the lacy push-up bra. I also grabbed an ass cheek with my hand. There was so much of Marge I wanted to touch and grab.

Marge looked so good that I had to eat her without any further delay and she was standing in the perfect place. With my hands feeling her tits and ass, I whispered to her, “Marge, I want to eat you right here. Please, please, my mouth is watering for your cunt.”

“Mark, do you want me to lie on the bed like last night? Do you want me to take off my panties? Is it lady like to wear these panties?”

I whispered to her, “No, I want to eat you right here while you are standing. Please leave your panties on. You look beautiful with them on. They are crotch less and won't come in my way. Marge honey, please place your right foot on the bed and hold on to the dresser. I am going to eat your pussy right here.” With that, I showed her what to do, feeling her tapered thighs as I helped her take pussy-eating position.

Marge blushed intensely, but did as I asked her to do. I dropped to my knees and found her gaping slit at my face level. Looking up, my view of Marge was erotically intoxicating. Beyond her pussy was her slightly protruding lower belly that reflected her middle age. Further up were her two magnificent slightly drooping boobs. And then her face that reflected both her state of arousal, slight anxiety, and her happiness. I looked up pleadingly and Marge nodded her final consent.

I brought my face back to her crotch-less panties covered pussy. It was glistening with juices accumulated during our long evening of petting and kissing. It smelled of a mixture of perfume that Marge put on her mound and her natural odors. I nuzzled my nose in her pubic hair and deeply inhaled Marge’s aromas. I put my hands around her and grasped her ass cheeks and proceeded to lick and suck Marge’s pussy gently. Marge grasped my hair with one hand and steered me to the places that she wanted sucked, and held on to the dresser with the other.

I looked up to find that Marge had thrown her head backwards and her boobs were heaving due to heavy breathing. She was getting close to cumming.

Soon, she was moaning with pleasure. I continued to suck her pussy juices and her clit. My face, especially my nose, was smeared with Marge’s juices. Marge let out a deep sigh and said, “I am cumming. Oh I’m cummmmmming. Fuck, that’s great. Keep sucking my clit. Oh Mark. Mark.” I felt her pussy spasms on my mouth. It was a turn on to know that my honey was cumming on my mouth. She must have come at least six times. I was so turned on that my cock was oozing stringy cum on to the floor. After her pussy spasms subsided, Marge stood with both feet on the floor, pulled me up and kissed my mouth tasting her own juices. She wiped my face with a tissue and smiled at me.

She said, “Thank you lover. I love the way you eat me and bring me to multiple orgasms. Now, it is your turn to enjoy. Just take me. But, be gentle again. What would you like to do?”

I said, “Marge honey, I want to take you from behind right here, it’s called doggy style of fucking.”

Again, Marge had no clue as to what I was saying. So, I made her lean over the dresser with elbows on the dresser top, and spread her legs slightly. I also freed her boobs from the push-up bra as I wanted to see them jiggle when I fucked her and to grasp them when I wanted to without encumbrance. Marge had perfect 38D tits: they did not sag much, yet they jiggled enough to further increase my hornies.

I quickly removed my pajamas and took my position behind her. With Marge's help, I removed her crotch-less panties that were soaked with her pussy juices and my saliva. An added bonus was that I could see Marge’s boobs and face in the tilted dresser mirror.

I positioned my cock at her pussy entrance and slowly pushed in about an inch and waited for a few seconds for Marge’s snug pussy channel to get accustomed to my invading cock. I realized that the first penetration depth could be uncomfortable. However, because of Marge's copious slick juices she appeared to be enjoying my invasion. Marge encouraged me to go ahead by whispering, "It's ok honey keep pushing it in." 

Soon, I was up to the hilt in her pussy. The sensations of her tight pussy channel gripping my cock were enhanced further by the vision of Marge's smooth ass cheeks, and the image of her magnificent tits in the grasp of my hands in the dresser mirror. I fucked slowly and watched Marge's ass cheeks and boobs jiggle at the end of each stroke. 

Before I continued, I asked Marge, "Are you ok honey? Is this enjoyable?"

Marge just mumbled, "Yesssss. Don't stop. Just keep fucking me at the same nice pace."

I kept fucking Marge at a steady slow pace. In each stroke, I removed my cock almost all the way out and then plunged it back in at the same pace. After about 20 or so in and out strokes, I thought she might be close to her climax. So I reached around to her pussy and started massaging Marge's clit with my two middle fingers and squeezing it between them.

Soon, Marge had a series of orgasms that I felt on my fingers and on my deeply embedded cock. Her body convulsed with each orgasmic peak. Marge was not loud when she came. She just uttered guttural sounds, "Ohhhhhh. Yessssssssss. Fuckkkkkk." 

Still I had not come, but I was close. I knew Marge was probably tired in the bend-over position. I decided to try a more comfortable position, especially for her. I said, "Marge honey, we need to try a more comfortable position with me sitting on the bed and you sitting in my lap. I think we can do it without breaking contact, my cock deep in you. Just move with me backwards as I nudge you at your hips."

Marge giggled as we moved backwards while we were coupled until the back of my thighs touched the bed. I then held her firmly at the hips with my cock still deep in her and made her sit on me as I sat on the bed. We never lost contact with each other!

Marge giggled some more as she settled down on my cock, and said, "Mark honey, this is so wonderful. You are so resourceful. I never knew that there are so many lovemaking positions. I came every time we made love. I never made love for this long or had multiple orgasms. But, it's time you came."

I replied, "Marge, it is wonderful for me too. You gave me new life. As long as I don’t move my cock in and out of your pussy, I can last a long time. It feels very good with my cock deep in you, holding on to your boobs or ass, and you sitting on me. I know my cock is leaking precum continuously into you. A sperm or two may have leaked intoo. By the way, you may be able to push me over the edge just by squeezing my cock with your cunt muscles and releasing."

Marge giggled again and said, "It's a good thing I had my menopause. Otherwise, I would become pregnant. Let me try to squeeze your thing like you said."

“Marge, since both of us have been in monogamous relationships, there is no danger of transmitting any diseases. I assumed that you couldn’t pregnant. Otherwise, I would have worn a condom. You know fucking without a condom, especially the climax, is very enjoyable. I have used condoms throughout my life, except when Sally was pregnant. I am loving fucking you without a condom.”

Marge just blushed and averted looking at me. I felt her cunt muscles tightening and releasing. I was getting close to my release. To speed up the pace, I told marge, "Marge, I am close to cumming. Please move up and down on my cock. I will help you do it."

Marge leaned forward slightly. Using my two hands on her ass, I helped Marge move on my cock. Again, Marge giggled when she heard the slapping sounds every time she flopped down on me. My release started deep in me and I prepared for it by holding on to Marge's boobs. Cum spurted out of my cock deep in Marge's pussy, as I grunted "Fuckkk. Fuckkkkk. Fuckkkkkk."

As my climax ended, Marge turned to her right, put her arm around my neck, and kissed me on the mouth. We both fell backwards giggling with Marge on top of me. The coupling ended with my cock coming out with a plop. A mixture of Marge’s juices and my cum oozed out of Marge's cunt, and some of it stuck to my pubes and balls.

Marge went to the bathroom. A short time later she returned with a wet washcloth and said, "I want to clean your thing before you stain my bed."

"Marge, that thing is called a cock or a dick, and your thing is called a pussy or a cunt."

Marge blushed and replied, "Ok. I will start using those words. We both are tired. Let's get some sleep."

I agreed. We both slipped under the covers and soon fell asleep. I woke up once, snuggled up to Marge sleeping on her side, went back to sleep with my cock between her ass cheeks and a handful of boob in my hand.

SUNDAY

I heard Marge's hair dryer in the bathroom at about 7 a.m., but was too tired to get out of bed. After sleeping for another hour, I got up, showered, and brushed my teeth. I put on a robe and went to the kitchen. Marge greeted me with a big smile, poured me a cup of coffee, and asked, "Would you like pancakes for breakfast?"

I just stared at her taking in her beautiful face and body. She had on lipstick and no other make up. It was her clothing; she wore a white tank top that accentuated her 38D boobs and white panties that exposed much of her ass cheeks that caught my eye. Marge may be older 

I replied, "I would rather eat you," and grabbed her from behind, reached for her boobs, and kissed her neck as she was mixing the batter. Marge did not wear a bra. Her bare legs and thigh looked smooth and shiny.

Marge giggled and said, "Mark, please not now. May be later. You must eat breakfast to be strong," and wiggled out of my arms. I decided to cooperate and sat at the kitchen table. 

Seeing Marge's boobs bouncing underneath the tank top as she worked gave me a hard on. I said, “Marge honey, you are so sweet. You know what pleases me and turns me on. You look very sexy dressed in the tank top and panties. Thank you for wearing them.”

Marge gave me an impish smile and said, “The pleasure is mine too.”

During breakfast Marge and I made plans to drive to Springfield next day. I could not take my eyes off Marge’s denim covered boobs. After breakfast, I helped clear the table. Marge washed the dishes and I dried them standing behind her. There was plenty of contact between us, and we giggled, kissed, and groped each other all the while. Somehow, we did not break a single piece of china. After the last dish was put away, I pulled Marge into my arms and gave her a long kiss. Marge returned my kiss and reaching between my legs gently squeezed my cock.

I sat down in a chair and pulled her to sit in my lap. We kissed a long time as I also groped her boobs; I helped Marge remove her tank top, and kissed and squeezed her boobs. Marge just giggled and said, "I know you are turned on by my boobs. That's why I wore a tank top and did not wear a bra. I get excited knowing that you are turned on looking at me. May be I am making up for all the loving I did not get from Bob.”

I asked in a seemingly innocent tone, “Marge, how can I know that you are sexually excited?”




Wife's Mom Ch. 2



Marge blushed deeply, lowered her eyes, and said, “My vag---, um, pussy is oozing juices. I think my panties are stained already after all the necking and petting we have been doing.”

I could see a spreading stain on her panty crotch. I wanted a taste of her juices. I said, “Marge, please let me have a taste of your pussy juices.”

Marge still blushing nodded her head, but averted looking into my eyes. I slowly put my right hand down Marge’s panties, inserted my index finger deep into her pussy, and scooped a generous portion of her pussy juices. They smelled of a mixture of perfume and her juices; then I sucked my finger clean.

Marge giggled and said, “Mark you are too much. You just wanted to stick your finger in my pussy. But, I know you love me very much. I love these love games you are playing with me.” She then hugged me and kissed me tasting her own juices still in my mouth.

I grinned and replied, “Marge, I plead guilty.”

Marge reached for my cock and said, “Your cock has grown bigger. Let's go to the bedroom and play."

I replied, "Marge honey, there is no one else in the apartment. Let's play here. I told you that first I want to eat you."

"Bob and I always made love in our bedroom. But, I guess there is no problem in doing it in the kitchen. I love it when you suck and lick my pussy. I also like to play with your thi--, um, cock? I never kissed a cock."

"Marge honey, I would love it if you played with my cock and kissed it. A couple can do what ever they mutually agree to. I think oral sex is a beautiful way of expressing love."

Marge got on her knees. She played with my balls for a short time. She held my cock, kissed it along its length, and said endearing words to it. She examined the head, the piss hole, and kissed the tip. She looked up into my eyes and slowly swirled the head with her tongue. She then sucked as much of it as she could into her mouth. Marge then leaned forward and wrapped her 38D boobs around my cock and kissed the tip.

I did not want to blow my load then, so I pulled her up by her arm pits, hugged her, and whispered to her: "Marge honey, I will cum all over your boobs if you continue to do that. I will fuck your boobs another time. I would rather cum in your tight pussy. Please stretch out on the kitchen table. It's time for me to eat you."

Marge lay down on the table. She helped me remove her moistened panties by raising her hips. I pulled up a chair, placed her feet on the table, and gently spread her thighs. Marge's naked body, looked more beautiful in daylight. Her pussy looked delicious and had to be eaten. I kissed, licked, and sucked Marge's pussy. Marge was squealing with pleasure. On impulse, I placed a drop of pancake syrup on Marge's clit and licked it until it was sugar free. At the same time I gently pinched her nipples that pushed her over the edge. Marge grabbed my head and held it there as she reached multiple orgasms, hissing, “Oh Goddddd. I’m cumminggggggg. Oh Markkkkkkkkk. That’s enough. Stop sucking my clit.”

I was very excited, precum was dripping from my cock, and my cockhead was slick. I could not wait for Marge to recover completely. Marge sensed that and said, "Honey, take me now on this table. Fuck me with your thick cock."

I stood up, leaned over and kissed Marge. While still kissing her mouth, I slowly pushed my cock into her pussy. Marge's boobs flattened a bit and drooped to her sides, and her nipples stood proudly erect. Marge lifted up her head, as if she wanted see my cock going in and out of her pussy. I thought a mirror would help her see that.

So I whispered to her, "Marge honey, let's go to the living room and watch ourselves in the mobile mirror. But, let me carry you there. I think we can get there without taking my cock out."

Marge said, “I am amazed at the naughty things you think of. Please don’t hurt yourself lifting and carrying me.”

I said, “Marge, sit up. Just hold on to me with your legs tightly around my waist and your arms around my neck.” She nodded with a grin on her face and did just as I suggested. I cradled Marge’s ass in my arms and easily lifted her off the table and started to walk slowly to my bedroom. I whispered to her, “Honey, in some cultures this is called the monkey-style of fucking. Isn’t this fun.” Marge nodded and mumbled something incoherent. 

With each step I took carrying Marge, the friction between my cock and her pussy increased. Marge threw her head and her eyes were closed. I knew she was close to another orgasm. 

Marge whispered to me, “Honey, please help me ride your cock, I am very close to cumming.”

I rushed to the living room in front of the mirror. I lifted Marge’s ass a little bit and dropped her back on my cock a few times. It had the same effect as fucking her moving my cock in and out of her pussy. Marge came while seeing our copulation in profile. I felt her climax as her pussy pulsated around my cock and she whimpered in my ear, “Yessss. Yessssss. Yessssss. Fuckkkk.”

I sat on the sofa in the living room with Marge straddling me. She kissed me and told me for the first time, “I love you Mark.” She continued, “You are so thoughtful and gentle to me. You are so patient. You have made me feel like a desirable woman. But, I am sure you are very excited. Let’s fuck in the missionary position; I want see your face when you are fucking me and cumming in me. Before we do that, I want to get a towel and place it underneath me to catch your cum and my juices. Otherwise, there will be stains on the couch.”

I agreed and helped Marge disengage from me. She brought a large beach towel from the bathroom closet, folded it, and laid down with her ass on the two layers of absorbent cloth on the couch. Marge lifted her right leg on the back of the couch and bent her other leg at the knee. Her juicy pussy was wide open. She extended her arms towards me, smiled, and said, “Come and take me Mark. Fuck me. I’m all yours darling.”

Marge grasped my cock in her delicate hand and placed it at her pussy entrance. I pushed it in slowly into Marge’s pussy well lubricated with her juices, my oozed precum, and my saliva. When I was in all the way in her cunt, with my weight on my elbows and knees, I savored the tight grasp of Marge’s pussy. I kissed her mouth and neck, passionately. She held up her boobs with her hands and offered them to me. I gladly suckled one and then the other. I fucked her gently with long strokes that Marge liked. Marge met my strokes with movements of her own crotch. She smiled every time our loins made slapping sounds. Marge used her cunt muscles to tighten the grip on my cock. I felt my cock head flare. As I was getting very close to my climax, gently I lifted Marge’s legs and placed them on my shoulders. Marge opened her eyes wide when my cock went deep into her cunt, touching her cervix. As I continued to fuck Marge, I looked into Marge’s eyes with my glazed and passion-filled eyes. It did not take long for me to cum deep in Marge’s pussy; I lost count of the spurts of cum that I deposited. I just babbled, “Damn. Fuckkkkkk. Awesomeeeeee. Oh Margeeee. You have the best cunt.” 

I pushed Marge’s legs off my shoulders and collapsed on top of her. I crushed her pillowy boobs with my hairy chest. She smiled, kissed me on the cheek, ran her fingers through my perspiration-drenched hair, and gently scratched my back.

My cock softened. I got up from Marge’s body and took out my cock slowly. Still, a large dribble of my cum and Marge’s juices flowed out on to the beach towel. Our pubic hairs were matted with our fluids. We both needed showers. Hand in hand we walked into her bathroom and got under the warm shower. Marge washed me all over, especially my balls and cock. She looked beautiful with water running down her body. I washed her armpits, boobs, pussy, and ass for a long time. I became slightly hard which fascinated Marge. She knelt down and with water running down her face, Marge playfully took my cock in her mouth and chewed on it. We were too tired to initiate more sex games. I dried Marge and myself with a towel, and went to bed. Marge was still drying her hair when I fell asleep at about 11 a.m. 

I woke up after about an hour and Marge was still sleeping. The bed sheet had slipped to her waist. I spent several minutes just looking at Marge’s face, neck, boobs, arms, and hands. I loved all that I saw. 

Marge woke up and smiled at me. She said, “You have been watching me.”

I said, “Yes Marge. I love all that I saw. Please, may I see what is underneath the covers?”

Marge blushed intensely, giggled, and said, “Mark, you are insatiable. You just fucked me and deposited a huge load of cum in me. You want to inspect my body so soon. But, you have been a sweet heart. I will let you see what ever you want. Mind you, not for long because we need to have lunch and go shopping to buy a present for Sally.” She pushed aside the bed sheet, turned on her stomach and her head towards me. Gently, I moved her arms so that I could see her armpits and her boobs crushed against the bed. Slowly, I rubbed her neck, shoulders, and back in wide strokes. Marge had a nice wide ass, typical of a middle-aged woman. Half the weight she gained since menopause must have been in her buttocks. To me they looked sumptuous. I bent over and kissed Marge’s ass cheeks all over. Marge just giggled.

After massaging her buttocks for a while, I touched Marge’s ass hole causing her to jump. She said, “Honey, I am not ready for you to touch and poke my ass hole. Please, we can do those things another day along with you fucking my boobs.”

I complied and moved down to her pubes and pussy. I pulled on her pubes that were about an inch long. I looked down and saw very few gray hairs, but most of them were still reddish-brown. I slowly inserted a finger in her cunt hole. It was still wet. But, Marge rolled away from me, got out of the bed, and put on a robe.

As she walked out of the bedroom, she declared, “Time for lunch. See you in the kitchen.”

I put on a robe and joined Marge. She fixed me a large turkey sandwich with lettuce, tomato, and mayonnaise, and a smaller sandwich for herself. I devoured my sandwich with the iced tea Marge made. Marge looked beautiful. She and I were so comfortable with each other. I was very happy because Marge loves me. She seemed to be happy because of me. This is real; I pinched myself.

I learned latter that Marge was also pinching herself for having fallen in love with me. Being a responsible woman,I am sure she was worried how it will all come about with Bob, Sally, and the kids: Brian and Deborah.

I helped Marge clear the table, clean the dishes and put them away, and clean up the kitchen. Couple of times I glanced at Marge to see if she wanted to be amorous, but Marge did not return my glances. She seemed to be thinking of shopping for Sally. We went to our respective bedrooms to get dressed. The temperature in the afternoon was predicted to reach about 88 degrees. Marge dressed in white shorts and a sleeveless blouse, put on light make up, and lipstick. I wore blue shorts and a tank top. We both put on sneakers. As I drove Marge to Marshall Fields, we talked about what to buy for Sally. I said, “Perhaps, a large attaché case will be a suitable gift for Sally to carry her legal papers.”

Marge agreed, “I think it will make a good gift. A good  briefcase will last a long time. It will not cost much either.”

We found several large briefcases that the sales lady assured us are well suited for lawyers. Marge selected a black leather unit, paid for it, and had it gift wrapped with a card addressed from her to Sally. Marge was relieved to have taken care of Sally’s present because we were leaving early next morning to make the roughly four-hour journey to Springfield.

I asked Marge, “Do you want to get something to drink? I’m thirsty myself.”

Marge said, “That’s a god idea. I am thirsty too. Mark, I have only two days left before I go back to New York; let’s make the best use of them.”

We found an air-conditioned café. Marge ordered iced tea. I ordered a strawberry ice cream cone and iced tea. We were waited quietly while waiting for our orders. We both realized that we had a limited time together. I blurted out to Marge, “Can’t you stay for a few more days?”

Marge put her hand on mine and replied, “Oh Mark, I am sorry, but I have to go back to New York. Bob needs me and is expecting me. He has been concerned about the coughing bouts he has been having. His doctor has scheduled diagnostic tests for Thursday and Friday. He had such bouts about a year ago. Nothing wrong was found in his lungs. I think he will be all right this time too. Bob will meet me at LaGuardia airport and we will drive back to White Plains.”

I squeezed Marge’s hand and said, “I am sorry. That was selfish of me. The past two days have been the happiest because of you. I forgot that you are expected to take care of Bob and I am expected to take care of Sally, Brian, and Deborah.”

Marge touched my face with her palm and said, “Sally may not be expecting you to take care of her. We may find out more about what plans she has tomorrow.” 

The waiter brought our iced teas and my ice cream cone. I offered the cone to Marge and said, “Marge, just have a little bit of this ice cream. It won’t increase your weight that much.”

Marge said, “Alright; all I want is a taste.”

Marge took the cone from me. With a mischievous look in her eyes she swirled her tongue seductively around the cone several times. She then whispered to me, “I would rather swirl my tongue on something not fattening. You know what I mean!”

I just grinned and said, “I think I know what you mean. I would like to suck on things that have no calories.”

End of Part 2. Continued in Part 3.



Wife's Mom Ch. 3



Wife’s Mom, Part 3, by Luvold

SUNDAY AFTERNOON AND EVENING

Marge blushed and said, ‘Let’s go to your apartment and make the best use of our time.’

We drained our iced teas. I left a ten-dollar bill for the waiter and went to get my car.

During the 20-minute drive to my apartment, Marge squeezed the biceps of my right arm, and rubbed my thighs. She gently pressed on my crotch and felt my hard on. Marge looked in my eyes and said, ‘Some body has a nice body. Some body is also excited. Yummmmmm. I love it.’

All I could do was grin at Marge’s open flirting. I was grateful that Marge was a playful, horny woman.

We parked my car in the apartment garage and walked hand in hand to my apartment quickly. I put Sally’s present on the dresser in Marge’s bedroom. Marge went to the bathroom to pee and change. After peeing and cleaning up, I put on a robe and waited for Marge in the living room.

Marge came out of her bedroom wearing just the white tank top. With an impish smile, she announced, ‘It’s too hot for thigh highs, panties, and garters. What do you think Mark’’

I stood up, removed my robe, threw it aside, and said, ‘I agree it is too hot. I think we don’t need any clothing.’

I had developed a moderate, not a raging, hard on. Marge was blushing and grinning at the same time. I went up to her, took hold of her tank top with my two hands at her waist, and said, ‘Here Marge, can I take it off’ Please.’ Marge nodded her consent. She raised her arms straight up, and I pulled the tank top over her head and threw it on top of my robe. Both Marge and I were naked as the proverbial jaybirds.

Marge squealed as I grabbed her at the waist and lifted her up in the air as if she was a ballerina. I turned very slowly several times with Marge high in the air. She spread out her hands as if she was a flying bird. After I put her down on the floor, I whispered, ‘Marge, remember you were letting me examine you in the bedroom before we went shopping. Please, please, I would like to do that now.’

Marge blushed and replied coyly, ‘Yes, Mark, I agreed to let you see me. What do you want me to do’’

I replied, ‘Honey. Come and sit in this stuffed chair. 

Marge looked at me inquisitively. She sat in the chair straight up. I kneeled in front of her. I placed her right foot in my lap and gently massaged each toe, her heel, and arch. Marge closed her eyes and said, ‘Oh Mark that feels very good.’

I massaged her right calf and thigh. I repeated the toe to thigh massage on her left leg. Marge had smooth, tapered legs. Obviously, Marge had good grooming habits. I found a scar on her left knee. I asked her, ‘How did you get this’’

She replied, ‘I fell down in a cross country race when I was in high school.’

I asked, ‘Were you good in athletics’’

‘I had talent; must have inherited it from Mom and Dad. Dad ran track in college and Mom played tennis for the same college. They met at a reception for athletes. I did not do much after high school.’

Marge, ‘I met your Mom couple of times. I imagine she keeps in shape playing tennis. How old is she’ About 68’’

‘Mark she is 77 years old. She is in good shape. She does not even color her hair like many women her age. Dad still walks couple of miles three times a week. He is 78 years old. It’s all in the genes one inherits.’

After a few seconds, I said, ‘You know it means that you inherited excellent genes. If you continue to take care of yourself, you will be able to lead an active life. Probably even when you are 85 to 90 years old. It also means, we may be still ----.’ I stopped myself and did not finish the sentence.

Marge smiled, nodded her head, and said, ‘Yes, I think I know what you are saying. As couples get old, age difference becomes less important.’

Ever the realist, Marge continued, ‘We will cross that bridge when we come to it.’

I started rubbing Marge’s thighs from her knees to her crotch. They were firm. There was no trace of cellulite. Marge continued to enjoy the massage.

Marge’s pussy was glistening with sexual secretions. I rubbed her crotch without touching her pussy for a few minutes. I was done with my inspection. I wanted to eat her pussy, but did not want to leave stains on the chair. Also, I wanted to try something different. So I said, ‘Marge honey, would you like to fuck my mouth and face with your pussy’ We have not done that, but it is not too difficult and you will have control on where you want to be licked. We do need a bed with a headboard. Let’s go into your bedroom.’

Marge blushed and said, ‘I am willing to try your creative games. Let me get some tissues and the beach towel, just in case we need them.’

I lay down on Marge’s bed and waited for her. Marge came back with tissues and the beach towel, smiled, and asked, ‘Ok lover what am I doing’’

I replied, ‘Marge, yesterday you straddled my crotch. Today, please straddle my face. The plan is for me to suck your pussy and clit. You can control your pleasure by moving about. Grasp the headboard with your hands to leverage your crotch movements. Ahem, there is one more thing; while you are gyrating on my face, I get to play with your boobs.’

Marge blushed and said in an admiring tone, ‘I should have known that you were going to get your hands on my boobs one way or the other. It’s unbelievable all the naughty things you have done to me and making me do.’

I replied, ‘Marge. I love you very much. But, I feel tingly every time I am near you. I can’t keep my hands off of your body. I know it is partly lust. I am having the best time of my life. I know life is short. I am very glad that I am able to love you for a few days.’

As Marge got up on the bed, she looked into my eyes, and said: ‘Mark, I am enjoying being loved by you and making love to you. I love you very much.’

Marge straddled my face carefully; still at first she sat awkwardly on my face with my nose going into her cunt. Marge squealed in surprise with the unexpected invasion. Soon, she was able to move her pussy and clit on my mouth. She gave me specific instructions. Such as, ‘Mark, suck my cunt,’ ‘Suck my clit,’ ‘Pinch my left nipple,’ or ‘Squeeze both my boobs.’

It was heavenly sexual stimulation. First, Marge’s cushiony thighs were continuously smothering both sides of my face. Second, there was copious flow from Marge’s pussy that I sucked and swallowed as best as I could. Some of it smeared my face, eyelids, and hair providing the best aroma a man can hope for. Third, I had close up view of Marge’s crotch, especially pussy hair. Fourth, I was able to reach up with both of my hands and squeeze Marge’s 38D boobs, and pinch her nipples.

Marge began to mumble incoherently, and came again and again. She hissed, ‘Oh Mark. Mark. I’m cummmmming. Cummmming.’
She scooted backwards on me until she felt my hard cock on her ass, and the collapsed on me. She left a trail of her pussy juices. Marge grinned when she saw my face covered with her cum and kissed my mouth. Shee fell asleep while I held her tenderly. After about 20 minutes, she woke up with a satisfied look and went to the bathroom. I also got out of bed to pee and wash up.

I was sitting in the living room in my robe, when Marge came in with a huge grin said, ‘Mark, this room and the bedroom are reeking with the smell of sex. I am going to open a window to let in fresh air.’

I said, ‘Opening a window alone may not be enough. I will also burn candles or incense sticks to mask it.’

Marge sat next to me; she had her robe on. She squeezed my cock, looked at me, and said playfully, ‘Mark, I am sorry I fell asleep on you and you did not cum yet. The oral sex was great, but I was tired.’

I said, ‘Marge honey, it’s ok. I can wait. I will make love to you after dinner. After that, I am sure I will sleep well.’

Marge then said, ‘Mark, I just realized that you always let me come first. You are so considerate. I really love you. I am sure you are very horny. It will be fun to see what you will do to me this evening.’

I said, ‘Thanks, Marge. Loving you gives me great pleasure.’ I then hugged her, groped her boobs, and kissed her on the neck.

Marge got out of my grasp, and said, ‘Changing the subject. How about a light supper as we are traveling tomorrow’ How does soup and sandwich sound’ Actually, I want half a sandwich. What else do you want’’

I said, ‘I suggest you finish the bottle of wine we opened on Friday; I don’t think there is much left. If necessary, I can have a beer. Can I help you get supper ready’’

Marge replied, ‘I can handle preparation of soup and sandwiches. You can help me clean up the kitchen letter. Why don’t you to see if there is enough wine’’

"There is plenty of wine left; there is an unopened bottle too." I was still thinking of what to do during the evening when I remembered that a friend from office loaned me a x-rated video involving women older than 40 years fucking guys in their twenties. I had not seen it. I wanted to see it. I was not sure if Marge would want to see an x-rated video. 

Mustering all my courage, I asked, ‘Marge honey, we have all evening for ourselves. There is not a good program on TV. One option is to watch the video a friend gave me. Have you ever watched a x-rated video’’

I was pleasantly surprised when Marge said, ‘I did not watch one, yet. But, some of the women I play cards with in White Plains talk about them. It may be fun to watch it with you, my love. What is the story about’’

I replied, ‘I have not seen it. He said that it involves older women making it with young guys. Often there is not much of a story in a x-rated video, just action.’

Marge raised her eyebrows, smiled, ‘Older women and younger men! Very interesting. There may be more such relationships than we know. Ok, we can watch. If it is bad, we can stop.’

Marge continued, ‘Mark, let’s make the best use of this evening. Tomorrow, we will be tired after traveling to Springfield and back. On Tuesday, Brian and Deborah will be here. I am leaving on Wednesday. After that, I don’t know when we will be alone together. Honey, I want to make this evening special for you. Do you want me to wear any special clothing’’

I thought for a minute and replied, ‘Marge honey, it is sweet of you to think of what I want. You look lovely to me with or without clothing. But, I get really turned on when you wear sexy lingerie. I also got turned on when you wore the tank top and no bra.’

Marge smiled and replied, ‘I didn’t bring much clothing or jewelry with me; just enough for a few days. I will do my best.’

SUNDAY NIGHT

We ate supper. Saved much of the wine for later. I helped Marge clear the kitchen table and wash the dirty dishes. Then Marge said, ‘I will be back in a minute. You set up the video player.’

I set up the video player and started the tape. The first segment was about women who were at least in there 40’s on dates with college-age guys. I stopped the tape and waited for Marge to join me. I lighted couple of candles and incense sticks, left the kitchen sink light on and turned off others. I put on a robe with nothing underneath and sat in the upholstered chair sipping wine. I placed Marge’s wine on the end table. I put a box of tissues and a towel on the floor.

Marge came back. She was dressed in black silk: long-sleeve sheer robe that came to her knees, a lacy bra, a slip, and short heels. She wore bright red lipstick, little make up, and the pearl earring and necklace she wore the day before. I whistled and clapped hands in appreciation. The flickering candlelights enhanced her exotic looks. I told her, ‘Marge you are very beautiful. I love everything you wore.’

Marge curtsied and danced like a ballerina, around the room twice, spreading her filmy robe like wings. My cock became very hard. Marge approached me in tiny steps. She picked up her glass of wine, took a sip, and sat in my lap. She deliberately wiggled on my hard-on, looked sexily at me, and grinned, ‘I feel your appreciation of me on my ass.’

I blushed, smiled, and took another sip of wine. I ran my hands over her sheer robe covered arms, gently held her jewelry, and kissed her ears and nape of neck. Marge rubbed my chest, pinched my left nipple, and gently bit my ear lobe. She took another sip of wine, got up, moved to the center of the room, and removed her sheer robe and let it drop. She then looked at me, slowly, as if in slow motion, raised her arms and clasped her hands behind her neck. She was swaying and dancing,  ‘Mark love, bring me my glass of wine; I’m thirsty.’ I did as she asked. I helped her take couple of sips of wine. She resumed her dance.

Marge whispered, ‘I had enough wine. I feel good. Please hold me and dance with me. Thank you for the candles and incense.’ 

I shrugged and said, ‘It’s no big deal. I am helping myself too.’

I put the wine glass on the table, held Marge at her waist, and danced with her. After a few minutes, still dancing, Marge kissed me, turned in my arms pressing her back and ass into me. Marge then whispered to me, ‘You know this bra is not a push-up type. I bought it and the flower-covered lace panties under my slip long time ago. I hope you like them.’

I replied, ‘Marge you look great. Your boobs don’t need help. Here, this will show you how much I like it.’ I gently cradled Marge’s bra-covered boobs and kissed the nape of her neck. 

Marge turned towards me, put her arms around my neck, and whispered, ‘Darling take off your robe and my bra.’ I wiggled out of my robe and dropped it on the floor. 

I unhooked Marge’s bra and pulled the cups away from her boobs. I lifted both boobs, kissed and nibbled on them. I then firmly massaged her armpits, and continued kissing her neck. Marge squeezed my cock and smiled at me. She seems to be surprised that she turns me on, forgetting that she has a beautiful face and a voluptuous body.

Marge coyly said, ‘Oh, Mark. Thank you for loving my boobs and armpits. Do you like my panties’’

I said, ‘I did not get a chance to see them. If you hold your slip up, I will take a look at your panties.’ I fell to my knees and with Marge holding up her slip, I examined her low-cut panties. They were not big enough to cover Marge’s crotch. The dark flowers covered part of her pussy. I could see her pubes and cunt lips. I traced her cunt with my fingers. I felt a large wet stain of Marge’s pussy juices. 

I looked up and said to Marge, ‘Honey, I am very turned on by you. I would like to eat you.’

Marge blushed, nodded her consent, ‘Where’ What do you want me to do’’

I said, ‘Please sit down in the upholstered chair. Leave your slip on.’ I then handed her the sheer robe and said, ‘Wear this. It will keep you warm.’

Marge did as I requested, laughed, and said in a knowing tone, ‘Yea, that robe will sure keep me warm.’

I placed the towel on the chair and after Marge sat comfortably in the chair, I pushed my nose in her crotch. I inhaled the sweet smell of her juices. I licked her panty-covered pussy, and sucked the stains and stain-covered areas. Marge moaned in appreciation. I knew Marge was excited. I did not know if she was close to cumming.

‘Honey, are you close to cumming’ If you are, I can get you off with my mouth.’

Marge replied, ‘I think I am close, but I am not sure. We can try and see what happens. Here, help me take off of these panties.’ Marge lifted her ass. I helped her pull them down her ass and off of her.

I stared at her glistening pussy for a minute. It was well lubricated. I raised her legs and placed them on the armrests, causing Marge’s cunt to open up like a succulent cut fruit. I saw an amused smile on Marge’s face. She nodded her approval. I sucked and licked the wide-open pussy gently for about five minutes, when Marge lifted my head and said, ‘Honey, I am enjoying this. But, I am still not close to cumming. Let’s do something else. I would like to watch that video.’

I agreed with her. I got up and helped Marge get up. Marge hugged me. Squeezed my cock and said, ‘Mark honey, you did not cum this afternoon. You must be really horny.’

‘Yes honey, I am very horny. But, I want to watch the video with you. May be we can do both: fuck and watch. Give me a second to think.’

Marge looked at me perplexed. Her face broke into a knowing smile after I moved the upholstered chair facing the TV. She started giggling when I wheeled the mirror stand next to the TV and tilted it so that we can see ourselves in it. Still giggling, Marge said, ‘Mark you are a smart man. I think we will have a great time watching the video. But, I need to pee. See you in a minute.’

After Marge returned, I hugged her and sat in the upholstered chair. Marge kneeled in front of me, grabbed my cock, kissed the glistening tip, and slowly swirled her tongue around the head couple of times. I leaned forward, lifted her, and said, ‘Marge honey, please sit in my lap with your back towards me, take my cock in your pussy, and we will watch the video.’

Marge blushed, giggled, and as I held my rigid cock, slowly impaled herself on it. Her well-lubricated cunt and my saliva-wetted cock made it an easy penetration. Her slip was bunched up and partially covered our loins. After Marge and I got settled in the chair, I started the video, and skipped the commercials and warnings. The video started with two well-endowed women, at least in late 40’s, one a blonde and the other a brunette, flirting and drinking in a bar with two guys in their mid-twenties. Soon, the two couples were making out in an apartment.

Marge’s first comment was, ‘Good looking, well-endowed women, dressed very provocatively. The guys are young. They are not that handsome.’

I said, ‘Yes, the women are always good looking, perhaps with the help of plastic surgery. You will see soon why the two actors got their parts.’ 

Intuitively, my hands went up to Marge’s unfettered boobs, and I started to squeeze and fondle them. Marge in turn began to rhythmically squeeze my cock with her cunt muscles. When she saw the large cocks of the two actors, she turned her head, and said, ‘I know why they got the parts.’

The action on the screen got hotter, Marge turned her head up, and kissed me passionately. Marge’s random squeezing of cock was highly stimulating. She was squeezing my cock when she liked a scene in the video. After about 20 minutes, the first segment of the video was over. I was feeling my cum boiling in my balls. My grasp on Marge’s boobs and her nipples got tighter, without hurting her. Marge sensed I was close to cumming. She reached backwards with both arms, clasped her hands behind my neck, and whispered, ‘Honey, if you are close, you can fuck me with slow strokes, like you have been doing, and cum deep in my cunt. Also, turn off the video player for now.’

I saw Marge’s arms, armpits, her succulent boobs, and our passion-filled faces in the mirror. Marge knew I was stimulated when she raised her arms above her head and exposed her armpits and arms. I released Marge’s boobs and ran my hands over her arms and her smooth armpits, for a few more minutes. 

I knew Marge was right. I turned off the video player. The blank TV screen cast a blue light on both of us. I said, ‘Marge honey, we both should get up slowly without my cock popping out of your pussy. Then, please bend forward slightly, so that I can fuck you.’

Marge did as I requested. She bent forward. Again, I nuzzled her boobs, and started fucking her cunt slowly and rhythmically. Briefly, I let go of Marge’s boobs and saw them swing like a slow pendulum in rhythm with our fucking. My cum started deep in my balls. I shoved my cock into Marge’s pussy as deeply as I could. My balls were cushioned by Marge’s pubes. I leaned over Marge and held on to her boobs. My cock spurted out cum at least ten times. ‘Oh Marge, here it cums. I’m cumming. Cummmmmmming. Fuckkkkkkkk.’

I saw in the mirror Marge watching intently: our passion-filled faces, my hands on her boobs; I was too busy to see if our frantic fucking was visible in the mirror. After my cock softened and popped out, we both stood up. Marge took a few tissues and cleaned her pussy. She turned towards me, threw her arms around my neck, kissed me lovingly, and said, ‘Mark, I’m so happy. That was an incredible fucking session. But, I got to clean up. Your cum is on my pussy, ass, and thighs. The slip and robe are crumpled badly. We must do laundry before Brian and Deborah come home, and wash all the sheets and underwear .’ She and I went to our respective bathrooms.




Wife's Mom Ch. 3



Marge returned, wearing her pink silk robe. She went to the kitchen and brought two glasses of orange juice, and sat next to me on the couch. She had reapplied make up and lipstick. I smelled her freshly applied perfume. At that moment, I was grateful and happy. I took her right hand and kissed it gently. Her fingers were thin and long. I kissed each finger on her hands, including that with her wedding band and diamond ring. I gently rubbed her wrists and forearms. Marge looked beautiful. I wondered what she had underneath the robe. I remembered she did not cum earlier.

Marge turned towards me, touched my face, kissed me, and said. ‘Mark, I have had such a great time with you. Thank you for giving me back my confidence. I was a good mother and wife. But, I had all these feelings and emotions. What was missing was good loving by a man. You gave it to me over the past few days. If you are wondering, why I brought the lingerie I bought for Bob, I wanted to show them to you. Honestly, I dreamed that the friendship we built the past few years would turn to romance. You made it real. Thank you. You are a good man. Again, I am sorry you are having problems with Sally. I love you.’

I took her hand in mine, ‘Marge, I confess that I have dreamed of making love to you. In fact, I jacked off imagining fucking you doggy-style. I initiated our romance by kissing you. Thank for returning my love. You made my dreams come true. I love you too.’

Marge then said, ‘It’s not that late, about 8:30. We can go to bed at about 10. Do you want to watch rest of that video’’

I said, ‘Sure. Let me turn the TV/VCR stand towards us,’ but Marge jumped up and said, ‘I can do that. You just sit  and relax.’ She wheeled the TV/VCR stand, and, to my surprise, also the mirror stand in front of the couch. She walked towards me, smiled, and removed her robe and let it drop on the floor, revealing pink panties and tank top. My cock stirred weakly. Grinning, she pirouetted and said: ‘The two are not a matching a set. They are of different shades of pink. I hope you don’t mind.’ I was speechless. Smiling, I just shook my head.

Marge sat in the middle of the couch in her skimpy clothing, ‘Mark, come stretch out on the couch, put your head in my lap, and watch the video with me. It’s hot, take off your robe.’ I did as Marge said. The couch was not very long; my legs dangled over the end. I looked up and saw a faint smile on Marge’s lips. I turned my head towards the TV. A 50+ well-endowed blonde woman was talking to her muscular male neighbor who was in his 30’s. He called her ‘aunty’ as she rubbed his back. Soon she was massaging his big dick and he was sucking her boobs.

I looked at Marge as she was watching the video. My head was close to her left boob, but not at the same level. I wondered if Marge would cradle my head and let me suck her boobs. I decided to try the couch pillow. I placed it under my head. Perfect. I can reach Marge’s boob. Slowly, I lifted her tank top, turned my head, opened my mouth, and started sucking on Marge’s nipple. Marge squealed in surprise, pushed aside the tank top covering my face, looked down at me, smiled, and said: ‘Oh Mark. That feels very good. It is a wonderful surprise. I may not be able to watch the video if you keep doing that.’

I grinned, and said, ‘Marge, what I am doing is real. Watch the video as long as you can.’ I resumed sucking Marge’s boob while she watched the video. I also squeezed and massaged it. Marge’s nipples were nor very big and protruding, but her areolas were large and dark pink in color. After a few minutes, I stopped sucking Marge’s boob, turned to see the video. The muscular male was fucking his older neighbor in a large bed who was moaning and grunting. Suddenly, the male stopped fucking and started pumping his cock. He released streams of cum on her face and in her mouth. That was the end of that tape segment. Marge gently turned my head back towards her boob. I resumed kneading and sucking it. I licked the under side of the boob; it was a little salty. While sucking the left boob, I squeezed her right boob and pinched the nipple. 

Marge ran her fingers through my chest hair. Rubbed my chest. Pinched my nipples. Rubbed my belly. Teased my pubes. Grabbed my cock and held on to it. She said coyly in awe, ‘It’s pulsing in my hand.’ 

Marge began to squirm. I stopped sucking and looked at her. She smiled, ‘Equal time. The other one is being neglected.’ She let go of my cock. I got up with my hard on sticking out. Switched around so that my head was now near Marge’s right boob. Marge was watching a new video segment. At a tennis court, an older attractive brunette and a younger male were talking. He was coaching the older woman in tennis. I looked up at Marge’s neck and chin; I saw few places where her skin had wrinkled; she is aging well. I nibbled on and sucked her beautiful right boob, just like I did the left one. Marge giggled when I kissed her tummy and belly button. 

I turned my head towards the TV. The tennis pro was fucking the older brunette doggy style. He was going to town on her. She was into her obligatory moaning and grunting. I pulled on the elastic band of Marge's panties to get a view of her pubes and crotch. I received a strong whiff of Marge’s pussy juices. She was excited.

Marge turned off the VCR and said, ‘I think I have seen enough for today. The older women look quite good for their age. I’m amazed how well they kept up with the much younger men.’ She continued, ‘Their pussies must get sore with all that pounding. I am glad you are a gentle and patient lover.’

‘Overall, women may be stronger than men. In real life, many older women are living productive lives. Marge, I too like gentle loving.’

Marge smiled, got up and stretched sexily. There was a large stain on Marge’s panties. I stood up with my hard on sticking out. I felt precum oozing out of my cock. I took Marge in my arms and kissed passionately on her mouth. Marge pushed her crotch into my thigh, my erect cock poked her belly. She squeezed my cock and said, ‘Looks like you had lot of fun, squeezing, and sucking my boobs.’

‘Marge, I will never get tired of playing with your boobs. I will never get tired of you. I love you. We are both excited. Let’s fuck on the couch. You can fuck me. Here, let me help you remove your tank top and panties.’ With Marge’s help I pulled the tank top over her ahead and removed her heavily stained panties.

I spread the bath towel and laid on it. Marge straddled my crotch, grabbed my cock, pointed it at her cunt, and slowly pushed down. I watched in fascination as my cock disappeared into Marge’s belly. Marge waited a few seconds for her cunt muscles to adjust to my cock. She sighed, bent forward and kissed me passionately. She pushed her tongue that I sucked and sucked. Still leaning forward, supporting herself on her hands, Marge started fucking at a steady pace. She used her cunt muscles to grip my cock as she moved up and down on it. Soon, Marge began to whimper incoherently. ‘Oh Mark. Fuckkkkk. Fuckkkkk. Fuckkkkk.’ She slowed her up and down fucking motion, and collapsed on me. Whimpering happily, she kissed my lips, mouth, nose, eyes. She rested her head on my chest. I slowly rubbed Marge’s back, ran my hands through her hair, and kissed the top of her head. I heard Marge breathe steadily as she was napping. 

Marge woke up, kissed me, smiled, and said, ‘Honey, you did not cum. Your cock is still rock hard. I like the feel of you coming in me.’

‘Marge, I am glad you came. I am close and can come in a few minutes. It’s a matter of choosing a style of fucking. You tell me what you want me to do.’

Marge giggled and said, ‘Mark, Bob and I did it only in the missionary position. We can do it any other way, ok’’

‘We can do it with you facing me and straddling me. We need a chair without arm rests. There are such chairs in the kitchen. We can see and touch each other while fucking.’ Marge blushed and nodded. 

We both got up from the couch. Marge grabbed my cock and led me to the kitchen. I brought the towel we had used earlier on the couch. I chose a chair against the wall and sat on it. It was sufficiently low so that our feet were on the floor. Marge straddled me, easily inserted my wet cock into her well-lubricated cunt, leaned forward and hugged me tightly flattening her boobs on my chest. She giggled and said, ‘I love this position. Your cock is deep in me, and I can rub my clit on it and grasp it. Of course, just like you said, we can kiss, and you can play with my boobs and armpits.’

I simply nodded, held Marge’s face in my hands and gave her a long tender kiss. I just looked into Marge’s blue eyes, squeezed her boobs, groped her armpits, as she squeezed my cock intermittently with her cunt muscles; each squeeze was accompanied by a sly smile. We stayed like that for about 15 mins. My cock was rock hard all the time. It twitched every few seconds. Each time it twitched, some precum and may be a sperm or to two were ejected into Marge’s cunt. I was close to my climax, but needed a little more stimulation.

I held Marge’s face, kissed her, and said, ‘Honey, I am close to cumming. I need your help. If you fuck me slowly, I will have a fantastic cum. I will tell you when to stop to really enjoy.’

Marge was delighted to help. She shifted her weight to her feet, grabbed my shoulders, and began fucking my cock slowly and steadily. She also maintained the tight grasp of her cunt muscles on my cock as she fucked it. When my cum started its non-stop flow, I grabbed Marge’s ass cheeks tightly, shoved my cock deep into her pussy, and released spurt after spurt of cum. Marge said, ‘Wow. I still feel your rapid heart beat and your cock pulsing.’

We stayed coupled for another few minutes. My cock began to shrink. Before it slipped out of Marge’s cunt, I handed a few napkins from the table for her to absorb the overflowing cum. Marge and I picked up all the scattered clothing from the living room and went to the bathroom. We took a short shower together. I dried Marge’s back and she dried mine. I set the radio alarm for 7 a.m. Marge was still drying her hair in the bathroom, when I fell asleep completely naked on her bed. Sometime in my sleep, I snuggled up to Marge, also naked.

MONDAY

Marge and I got out of bed at about 7 a.m. She fixed coffee and breakfast. Soon, we left for Springfield. Marge dressed conservatively in a short sleeve blouse and jeans. I wore a short sleeve shirt and pants. We both could have worn shorts because of the heat. I drove. We were both subdued. We talked about her parents, us, Brian, Deborah, and Sally. 

We reached Springfield at about Noon and went straight to Sally’s apartment. Sally greeted us warmly. She kissed me on my cheek. Inquired how Brian and Deborah were doing. She served ham and cheese sandwiches, and iced tea. Marge asked Sally how she was doing. Sally very excitedly explained her work in Springfield and that it was a very prestigious opportunity. She also mentioned one Richard, her immediate supervisor, several times. Without looking at me, she mentioned, that she is being considered for an appointment in Washington, D.C., with the U.S. Department of Justice. If all worked out she will begin working in about six months. 

Sally asked, ‘Mom, how’s Dad’’

‘He is working very hard. He has been having coughing bouts. He is going to the clinic for tests end of the week. I am sure all will be fine.’

‘Please let me know results of the tests. If I am not here, please leave a message. I will appreciate that, Mom.’

Marge nodded. We moved on to another topic.

After lunch, I helped Sally and Marge clear the kitchen table. I told them that I would like to go for a walk and will return in about 20 mins. I returned after 30 mins. Marge was waiting for me, ‘Sally, left about five mins ago. She had to go back to attend an important meeting. She asked me to close the door behind us. She said, she will talk to you in a few days. We can leave for Chicago when you are ready to go.’

In the car, Marge was quiet for a long time. ‘That Sally is obsessed with her carreer. I suppose that’s ok, but one needs to have a balance between work and family. 

I said, ‘Sally will climb up the ladder fast where ever she works. In addition to working hard and being intelligent, she is attractive, and has good networking skills.’

‘You are right. She always had good networking skills. One of her friends in Springfield is a powerful judge, who has helped her make key contacts in Washington.’

‘Does he happen to be the Richard she was talking about’’

‘Yes. I understand he is her supervisor and has been practicing law for about 25 years, ten as a judge.’

Marge was quite for a few minutes. I noticed that she had fallen asleep. She slept for about an hour while I drove. We were about ten miles from my apartment when she woke up. ‘Can we stop at a grocery store’ We need milk, eggs, bread, and orange juice for us. There are several brands of cereals for Beth and Deborah that should be enough for a week or so. Do we need laundry detergent’’

‘I am sure we have laundry detergent. We will buy the other items at a supermarket near my apartment.

‘What do you want for dinner’ Do you want me to cook’’

‘Marge, we both had a long day. I am not that hungry. If you like chinese food, we can pick it up from a restaurant near the supermarket. I have their menu in the glove compartment. I like their Moo-goo-gai-pan and steamed rice. ‘

Marge nodded, ‘I too like Moo-goo-gai-pan. Let’s get a double order. Give me your cell phone, I will place the order.’

We got home at about 5:30 and put the groceries away. After washing up. I set up the table for dinner, I opened the chilled bottle of wine. Marge and I had a glass of wine with our dinner. I was about to help Marge clear the table, ‘Mark you drove most of the day. Go lie down on my bed. I will clean up here and start a load of laundry.’

I was tired. I must have dozed off on Marge’s bed for about 30 min. When I woke up, Marge was next to me on her side staring at me. She smiled and said, ‘I am glad you took that nap.You needed that rest. I was fascinated how your eyelids were flickering rapidly.’

Still sleepy, I pulled her on to me and kissed her lips. I smelled her freshly applied perfume and hairspray. Marge sat up straddling my waist. She had on an impish smile. She had put on a thin, white, sleeve less blouse that barely covered her midriff. ‘All my other clothes are dirty. I am washing them now.’

‘What about underwear’’

She said mischievously, ‘They are dirty too.’ Marge got off the bed, lifted up her blouse revealing her unfettered boobs and pussy. 

End of Part 3. Continued in Part 4



Wifes Mom Ch. 4



Wife’s Mom, Part 4, by Luvold


MONDAY NIGHT

That night, Marge said, "I will give you a massage. Take off your clothes and lie face down on the bed.” 

After I stretched out, Marge straddled my waist and massaged my neck, shoulders and lower back. It became sensuous, as Marge slid down and massaged my hips, buttocks, thighs, legs and feet. “Ok, now turn over. I will massage your front.” I turned over. Marge giggled when she saw my erect cock. She held it in her hands, “What is it that makes it grow?”

“I told you. Just being close to you makes me tingly. I get excited when you touch me or I touch you. Marge, you are a beautiful woman.”

Marge sat on my belly avoiding sitting directly on my cock, and massaged my chest and neck. She reached behind, grabbed my cock as if to make sure it is still there. She got off of me, removed her blouse, “Enough for now. Now it is your turn to massage me.”

I turned over and remained on the bed. Marge looked at me perplexed. “I want to taste your pussy. Please straddle my face.” 

Marge blushed intensely. Meekly she said, “Ok.” Expertly, she brought her pussy to my mouth. I reached up and spread her lips so that I could taste her juices. I was having a great time sucking her cunt and clit. But, after a few minutes, Marge pulled her cunt away from my mouth, “Honey, I want to take it slow. You can have my pussy after you give me a massage. I promise!”

“I would love to give you a massage. Can I use body lotion on you? I think you will like it.” Marge agreed, “It’s ok to soil the bed sheets with lotion. I was planning on washing them tonight. She laid face down on the bed.

I poured moisturizing body lotion on my hand, sat on Marge’s thighs, and rubbed it over Marge’s neck, shoulders, back, ass, thighs, calves, and feet. Marge has a nice smooth ass and I became more excited kneading her firm ass cheeks. Of course, I spent more time massaging them and her thighs; Marge moaned continuously with pleasure. 

I gently nudged Marge to turn over. I poured more body lotion on my hands and massaged her boobs and nipples. Next, I massaged her thighs, saving her crotch for last. I rubbed her crotch with firm strokes, especially between her thighs and her crotch. Marge gave herself completely to me. She had her eyes closed and moaned continuously.

Marge pussy lips were glistening with juices and their scent had pervaded the room. I whispered to her, “Marge honey, please scoot to the side of the bed. Let me eat your pussy.”

Still moaning, Marge scooted and brought her ass to the edge of the bed. I fell to the floor carpet on my knees, spread Marge’s legs wide, and began to eat her succulent cunt. Marge increased her moaning, grasped my hair and shoved her cunt in to my face, and had at least six orgasms. “Ohhh. Ohhhhhhh. Cummmming. Fuckkkkk.”

I was still kneeling between her thighs when Marge sat up with legs dangling, hugged me, crushing my face in her pillowy boobs. “Thank you, Mark. Thank you.” We both got up. Marge went to the bathroom. I went to the kitchen, grabbed a beer from the refrigerator for myself and poured a glass of orange juice for Marge.

Marge came out of the bedroom, “Mark, I will put the first load of clothes in the dryer and start another load of wash. I will be back in a short while.” 

Marge joined me on the couch, "Thanks for the OJ," and drank it. She leaned over, kissed me, “I never thought I would be sitting next to you, both of us totally naked. It seems so natural to be sitting like this.” 

She then touched my still erect penis, blushed intensely, “You did not cum yet. I want you to come. I think you liked very much making love to me while I sat in your lap. I also liked it very much. 

“Yes, Marge, it has become my favorite position. I get great pleasure with your ass in my lap, and being able to fondle your boobs and armpits; I can also massage your clit.”

“Can we watch again the video segment of younger neighbor and the older ‘auntie’? I liked it.”

“I remember ‘auntie’, but missed most of action on the video yesterday. I would like to see that segment. Can you wear your black push-up bra again? I will set up the mirror too.”

Marge blushed, “Sure honey. I just took it out of the dryer. I will go to the laundry room and put it on. Meanwhile, you can locate the 'auntie' video segment on the VCR.”

I found the “auntie” video segment and stopped the videotape. I wheeled the mirror stand and the TV/VCR stand in front of the upholstered chair.

Marge looked ravishing with her black push-up bra on. Her lips were bright red with freshly applied lipstick. I got up, took her in my arms, lifted her chin, and kissed her on her mouth. I put my index finger into her cunt; it was well lubricated. Marge put her arms around my neck, clung to me, kissed me back, while my hard cock was poking her belly. I turned her around and pulled her on to my lap as I sat on the chair. 

Marge wiggled out from my gasp. Smiled, sank to her feet, took my cock into her mouth and applied a generous coating of her saliva. She got up, turned around, sexily wiggled her ass couple of times, and sat down slowly taking my pointed cock into her well-lubricated cunt. In the mirror, I saw Marge’s huge grin and my squashed balls as my cock was deeply embedded in her cunt. Soon, I massaged her push-up-clad boobs with my left hand and massaged her clit with my right fingers. I was ready to fuck Marge. 

I turned on the TV/VCR. Soon the muscular young guy was playing with “aunt’s” large boobs and nibbling on her nipples. Soon, Marge delivered the first of her many cunt wall grasp-release cycles on my cock. Marge too was ready to fuck me!

We watched the video with both of us very excited. Every time Marge completed a cunt wall grasp-release cycle of my cock, my cock twitched and released a stream of precum. Once when 'auntie' was kissing the young guy in the video, Marge lifted her head up and kissed my mouth, sucking my saliva and my tongue. I alternated between playing with Marge's boobs and firmly massaging her under arms and armpits. Marge's belly button, lower belly, pubes, and clit also got plenty of attention from my hands.


After several minutes, in the video, 'auntie' was sucking the young guy's cock. She could barely get her mouth around the monstrous organ. Marge said, "That has to be an abnormal size. I like yours; it is plenty long and thick. It gives me pleasure. You don't make my pussy sore. We are perfect for each other."

To my great surprise and delight, Marge started breathing heavily, and soon, started cumming. “Oh Mark. I'm cummmmming. Cummmmmming. Fuckkkkk." I was also very close to cumming. Again, I rose up slightly, nudged Marge to lean forward, and fucked in slow long strokes. As I was approaching my climax, I grunted, "Marge, take of the bra, please." Marge realizing the urgency took of her front-clasped push-up bra. I grasped both her boobs in my hands, and shoved myself in to Marge's clasping pussy. I released much less cum than in the previous climaxes, but it was still a pleasurable release.

When we uncoupled, a flood of our sex fluids flowed down Marge's thighs. Marge looked down, squealed happily; “You filled me up to overflow.”

“Marge, you don’t seem to mind my cum on your thighs and legs?”

“Why should I mind? It’s part of a natural and essential ritual. Are you trying to tell me something?”

“Sally did not like it. That’s why I have been using condoms since Deborah was born. She did not want to try a diaphragm or go on the pill. Her interest in sex also decreased noticeably since about that time.”

We just looked at each other, shrugged our shoulders, and walked to the bathroom. After a quick shower, we both got out; I dried Marge’s back and went to lie down on the bed. Marge had already made the bed with clean linen. Marge joined me after blow-drying her hair. “Mark, what time are we picking up Brian and Deborah? Do we have time to shop? I want to buy a few clothes for them”

“We will pick up the kids at 3 p.m. after Brian comes back from the day-camp. We can go shopping for couple of hours before we go to Evanston.” Marge nodded in agreement and laid down on the bed next to me. Our clothes were still in the drier. We slept in the nude.

TUESDAY

I was soundly asleep, when I felt Marge playing with my cock first with her fingers and later with her mouth. She coaxed an erection. She then straddled me, impaled herself on my stiff cock, and laid her chest on my chest. She had already brushed her teeth and put on perfume. She gently rubbed my chest and neck. “Good morning lover. It’s almost nine. I was still wet and you had a hard-on. This is a thank you ride for a few minutes. I am not sure I can get an orgasm, but it feels very good.”

I grinned and replied, “May be we should call it a no-cum fuck.”

Marge giggled happily. I kissed Marge’s hair, lightly scratched her back, “I don’t think I can cum this morning, but it feels good for me too. Thank you.”

After about ten minutes, Marge got up; “I will go fix breakfast for us. See you in a few minutes,” and left the bedroom. After brushing my teeth and washing up, I went to the kitchen. Marge was making pancakes, with just a bib and an apron on. She looked at me with a huge grin, “I did not want to get burnt by the hot oil and soil my clothes.”

My cock got hard. I grabbed her from behind feeling up her boobs. Marge giggled some more, “Let me finish making the pancakes. We can have fun later. Go sit down in that chair.” I complied reluctantly.

In a few minutes, Marge placed a plate with a stack of pancakes and poured maple syrup on them. She brought a single fork and said, “Let’s eat.” And, she came and sat in my lap facing me. I then realized that she wanted to fuck while we ate. I helped Marge insert my cock in to her pussy. She pushed it deep into her belly.

We giggled a lot as we ate our breakfast while we were coupled. She fed me couple of bites of syrup-soaked piece of pancake and ate one herself. Several drops of the maple syrup missed Marge’s bib, and landed on her boobs and chest. Of course, I had to clean by licking them up, while she looked at me with an amused smile.

After we ate the pancakes, Marge got that look of intense passion. She lifted herself up on her feet, and fucked herself on my cock in slow and steady strokes. Soon she started to whimper, her whole body shuddered, while cumming, “Cummmmming. Cummmmmming. Fuckkkkkk. After cleaning the dishes and the table, Marge removed the bib and apron, put her robe on, and poured each of us a cup of coffee. 

Marge took a sip of coffee, looked into my eyes, “We both had a great time since Friday. How do you think you will do after I leave tomorrow?”

“Marge, I had a fabulous time. I will miss you very much. I love you very much. I will keep busy at work and taking care of the kids; I love them very much.”

“Mark, I too love you. I am still married to Bob and I don’t want to leave him. Also, I am Sally’s Mom that put us in an awkward situation.”

“My marriage to Sally and your marriage to Bob are essentially over, may be not legally. You and Sally are not related by blood. That means, in my mind we are not committing incest.”

“I am also concerned that I am older than you by about 12 years. With most couples, the woman is about the same age or younger than the man.”

“Marge you look much younger than your age. Also, the ten-year difference between our ages will not matter in a few years. There has been a significant increase in the number of couples where the woman is older. Most importantly, we love each other.”

Marge touched my hand and with tears in her eyes, “I love you too. But, I will not stand in the way, if you meet a woman closer to your age.” She laughed, “You say I am only ten years old, instead of twelve!”

“I don’t want to find a woman about my age. I’m still legally married to Sally. I’m deeply in love with you. I will need your help taking care of Brian and Deborah, at least until Sally decides how much she wants to be in their lives. Let’s keep in touch, help each other, and see what happens.”

“That sounds like a great idea; it may be all we can do! I love my grandkids and you very much. We have to keep in touch.”

We got up, took a quick shower, got dressed casually in shorts and half sleeve tops to go out. I took Marge to Marshall Field’s where she bought clothes for Brian and Deborah. “Children grow up fast. They need new clothes every few months,” she said aloud. Meanwhile, I bought a small bottle of Chanel #5, my favorite perfume, to give to Marge later.

We drove to Tom and Nancy’s home. Brian and Deborah were happy to see us; I chit chatted with Tom, and thanked him and Nancy, Nancy and Marge packed the kids” suitcases with their clothes and books. I thanked Tom and Nancy. We all our said good-byes and expressed thanks, and started for home. On the way home, the kids talked excitedly about the friends they met and their activities. Marge listened to them intently and asked the right questions. 

I said, “You are also a good grandma.”

She replied, “I love them very much.”

We ate dinner at a family restaurant. Soon after we got home, Marge helped the kids take separate showers, change in to their pajamas, brush their teeth, and read them stories in their bedroom. Marge and I thought that the kids should call Sally.

"Brian, Deborah, you should tell your mom what you did in Evanston." The kids nodded. I called Sally and exchanged pleasantries with her. Both Brian and Deborah spoke excitedly with her for several minutes. Sally must have said the right things because the kids were very happy. After they finished speaking, Marge took the phone and spoke for about 20 min with Sally; she listened intently most of the time, occasionally making a comment or asking a question. While Sally was speaking, I tucked the kids in their beds; they fell asleep soon.

Marge came and sat next to me, touched my face, "Sally got the job in the Justice Department. She will move to Washington in a month or so. She said that she would do her best to help raise Brian and Deborah. She loves them very much."

"I know she loves the kids. Did she say anything about me?"

"No, but she said that Richard will help her move to Washington. She did not give any details; I did not ask any questions."

"I am not surprised with either Sally moving to Washington or Richard helping her. I knew that we had grown apart. I think you also knew our marriage had essentially ended. I will also move on." Marge hugged me. We held each other for a minute. I felt her breasts pressed into me. My cock stirred.

We got up, walked hand-in-hand to her bedroom; and I locked the door behind me. I went into the bathroom, while Marge made up her bed. 

"Mark, I have to pee. I will be back in a minute. You may lie down on the bed."

Marge returned to the bedroom wearing only her crotch less panties, “I know you like these. You suggested I buy them.” I just nodded. 

Marge straddled me, and in a sexy voice said, “Kiss my pussy first, then I will jump on you.” She opened her pussy lips with one hand and supported herself with the other, straddled my face, and let me lick her pussy and suck her clit. I also kneaded her boobs and pinched her nipples. In a few minutes, Marge’s pussy juices were coating my face. She then scooted down and impaled herself on my erect cock.” Marge fucked me for about ten min, when she started whimpering and cumming, “Cummmming. Cummming. Fuck. Fuckkk. Fuckkkk,” and collapsed on top of me.

Marge kissed my lips and murmured, “Mark, you have not come yet. You must be tired after a long day. You may come faster if we do it in missionary style.”

“Yes, I am tired. Missionary style will also let me see your crotch less panties.” Marge nodded and grinned. With Marge on her back, I raised both her legs close together and then spread her thighs. I saw Marge’s beautiful crotch with the crotch-less panties framing her pubes and pussy. I bent down and kissed them. I then lifted her legs on my shoulders, slowly entered her cunt, and started fucking in slow, long strokes. Soon I came deep in Marge’s pussy, “Oh love. I’m cummmming. Cummmmming. Fuckkk.” I pushed Marge’s legs aside and rested on her pillowy boobs. I kissed her face, “That was terrific, lover.” Marge smiled and formed a thank you with her lips. Then she handed me couple of tissues to clean my cum-covered cock and nudged me to get up. 

“Mark, go sleep in your bed, in case one of the kids comes to your room in the night.”

She got up holding couple of tissues to her crotch and went to the bathroom. I fell asleep within a few minutes on my bed.

WEDNESDAY

I got out of bed at about 8 a.m., brushed my teeth, put on a robe, and went to the kitchen. Marge was talking to Brian and Deborah while they ate breakfast. She was in her pajamas and robe. I poured myself a cup of coffee and sat at the kitchen table. 

I told Brian, “I will take you to the YMCA camp in about an hour. I will come to get you in the afternoon. Deborah, I will take you to Mrs. Katchalski’s home; I will also pick you up in the afternoon.”

“My plane leaves at 2:30 p.m. What time should we leave for the airport? What do you want to do for lunch?”

“Let’s leave around 11, have a leisurely lunch, and try to get to the airport by about 1:30.” Marge nodded in agreement.

I finished my coffee, took my shower, and got dressed. After dropping off Brian and Deborah, I returned to the apartment. Marge was packing her bags. She had tears in her eyes. “My life is such a mess. I love one man. My husband may be sick. My daughter has left her kids.” I hugged her and held her. This is not the time to give her the Chanel #5.

I carried Marge’s heavy bag to the car and placed it in the truck. We were silent as I drove to a nice restaurant I often ate lunch. The waiter took our orders. While we waited, “Marge, I know you are worried about Bob. I’m sure he will be all right. May be he will quit smoking.” 

“He tried couple of times, but could not quit. Nicotine is very addictive. I will call you when I get a chance and let you know results of the diagnostic. Changing the subject, I hope Brian and Deborah will not suffer too much if you and Sally get separated. I know you are a good Dad. They also need love of a woman, a motherly figure.”

“I know that my love alone may not be enough for the kids.”

“I love the kids. I will do the best I can to help.”

We ate our food in silence, except for a casual comment or two. I drove Marge to the airport and helped her check her bags and get a boarding pass. Since only passengers were allowed beyond the security checkpoint, I kissed Marge goodbye. We hugged for couple of minutes. I saw her wave once after security check before she walked briskly and disappeared into the crowds of passengers. 

A WEEK LATER

About a week later, Marge called late, at about 9 p.m. She sounded very tired. “Hi Mark. Bob has lung cancer. We have seen several specialists. Currently, he is under the care of an Oncologist. He had surgery.  It had spread to other organs. They will try intensive chemotherapy and see if it works.” She sobbed softly, “I am afraid the prognosis is not good. The Oncologist said that Bob might not live even six months.”

“Marge, I am really sorry. All you can do is your best and let the specialists do their job. You need the support of family and friends at this difficult time. Is any one helping you?”

“My parents have been taking care of me. Many nights Mom has cooked dinner for me.”

“I am so glad your parents are helping you. Please convey my regards to them.”

DECEMBER

Sadly, Bob died right after Thanksgiving. He was in a coma for two weeks before he died. Brian, Deborah, and I flew to New York. I rented a car and drove to White Plains. 

Sally came alone just for couple of days. She told me she had missed the kids and wanted to take Brian and Deborah with her to Alexandria, VA, where she had a home. I agreed to let her have the kids for the holidays. After all, I have had them with me for several months. It’s time they spent time with their mother.




Wifes Mom Ch. 4



Marge and her parents were waiting for us. They were delighted to see Brian and Deborah, and me. Marge hugged me for a long time. She had tears in her eyes and lost some weight. But, she looked beautiful in a black sweater, turtleneck, and jeans. For the next two days, Marge’s parents helped with the funeral arrangements. I answered the phone and acted as a gopher. Brian and Deborah were taken care by a neighbor who babysat for her two grandchildren. Several friends of Bob and their wives, and us, the members of his family, attended Bob's funeral. Everyone said that Bob had suffered a lot and his passing on was a blessing. He was to be cremated and some of his ashes strewn in the Hudson.

I drove Marge and Sally to Marge’s home. I said to Sally, "I will be glad to drive you and the kids to LaGuardia. My flight leaves only about 30 min after yours." Marge nodded, "Thanks. It will make it easy to get to the airport." We were all too tired; we ate dinner quietly, and went to our bedrooms. 

Next day morning, at about 7 a.m., I heard Marge and Sally talking as I came down in my pajamas and a robe. Marge poured me a cup of coffee.

Sally was all excited, "Mom agreed to come spend Christmas in Alexandria. Richard will be there too. It is so exciting." Marge realizing that Sally mentioned Richard's name in front of me, looked at me. I said, "Marge, I am very happy that you will be spending Christmas with Sally and the kids." 

Sally still excited, "I'm having a New Year's eve party for my new colleagues. I have planned this party several weeks ago. I'm expecting about fifteen couples that evening." She did not take into consideration Marge and the kids being in her home.

Marge said softly, "I do not want to celebrate or meet strangers. I don't think Brian and Deborah should be in the house. Why I don't I accompany them to Chicago after Christmas?" 

I said "Great idea! Brian and Deborah can spend a second Christmas holiday in Chicago. They had a long vacation and should get ready for school.”

NEW YEAR’S EVE

Marge, Brian, and Deborah arrived at O’Hare airport late on December 30 from Washington, D.C. They were very tired by the time we picked up their luggage and drove to my apartment. Both Brian and Deborah were too tired and sleeping to change into pajamas. I carried Marge’s bags into her bedroom. I knew she was too tired for conversation. I kissed her good night and went to sleep in my bedroom.

Next day, New Year’s Eve, I got out of bed and went to the kitchen. Marge was talking to the kids who were eating breakfast. She poured a cup of coffee for me and began fixing our breakfast of scrambled eggs and toast. After breakfast, Brian and Deborah left to watch cartoons. I said, “Marge, I hope you don’t mind, but I made reservations for dinner and dancing. It’s New Years’ eve. I have arranged for the kids to spend the night at Mrs. Katchalski’s home tonight; she is having a New Years’ party for all the kids she baby-sits. She confided to me that most of them go to sleep by about 10 p.m.” I did not tell Marge that I rented the same older woman-younger man video.

“Mark, thank you for being thoughtful and making reservations for us.” Then she touched my arm, looked at me smiling, “It will be so nice for just the two of us to have dinner. But, I have not danced in a long time, since last time with you; I hope I can dance well.”

After helping Marge clean up the kitchen, we called the kids to the living room and gave them their Christmas presents that I had got for them. Brian and Deborah loved their presents. They both hugged and thanked me. I had a present for Marge, but decided to give it to her later.

Marge spent most of the late morning and early afternoon doing laundry; I got groceries, especially the items the kids and Marge liked. After lunch, Marge cleaned all the bathrooms to her standards. After packing a suitcase for Brian and Deborah, she went to take a shower and get dressed. I left to drop the kids off at Mrs. Katchalski’s home.

I hurried home, took a shower, and put on a suit and tie. I knocked on Marge’s door. “Come in. I’m unpacking my suitcase and putting my clothes away.” She was already dressed in a long-sleeve dress that showed her cleavage to advantage. She also wore my favorite pearl earrings and necklace.

“That’s a very nice dress. You look very good in it. I love your pearls too.” 

Marge blushed intensely, turned towards me and hugged me for a long time. I caught a whiff of perfume that I liked, but could not put a name to it. “You make me feel like a woman. I am so happy to be with you, after a long, miserable period. I want tonight to be the beginning of my new life. Let’s go for dinner.” As Marge walked to my car, I noticed her dress had a slit on the left side that went up to her knee.

After we were seated, I ordered a bottle of Chardonnay wine. We both were nervous as if we were on our first date. The waiter brought the wine, and after I approved it poured two glasses. We ordered the catch of the day. 

We clicked our glasses and wished each other a Happy New Year. Marge said, “This is the first time I have gone out since I left you in June. I do feel like I’m on a date. I do not feel like a widow. I have come back to you my love.”

I reached out and grasped Marge’s hand, “I love you. I know you have been through a very difficult period. Also, I missed you very much. I am so glad you are here with me.”

After we finished our dinner, we went to the dance floor. Marge received admiring glances from both men and women. We danced couple of slow dances, more like swaying with the music, with Marge hugging me tightly and me holding her around her waist. While still dancing, Marge raised her head and offered her lips to me. We continued our gentle, yet passionate, kiss as we danced. Marge then whispered to me in a sultry voice, “Mark, I have danced enough. I need loving and fucking. Let’s go home.”

In the car, Marge started touching me: face, arms, thighs, and my cock lump. We returned to my apartment by about 10: 30 p.m. I locked the door, when Marge stopped me and kissed me for a long time. She kicked her high heels off, removed my jacket and pants, and threw them on a chair, and made me sit on the couch. She kissed me, touched my face, and rubbed my chest. She then took my erect cock out of my shorts, and fondled and kissed it.

While holding my cock, Marge said softly, “I missed the smell of you, your balls and cock, and taste of your precum. This is live. You and I are alive. I love you very much.” She looked into my face smilingly, “I started feeling alive again this morning, when I saw the upholstered chair; I recalled our love making and watching the “auntie” video.”

“We can do all of that again. I rented the same video. I will set up the TV/VCR, while you change.” I said.

“Don’t forget the mirror,” Marge grinned and walked to her room.

Marge called out from her room, “Mark, please unzip my dress at the back.”. I stopped in my room, picked up the perfume I bought for her, and went to her. I unzipped her dress, helped her remove it. Marge had on a white bra and slip. I kissed her neck and fondled her bra-covered boobs.

“I bought this in June for you, but it was not an appropriate time to give it to you.” I gave her the package of Chanel #5.

She smiled, opened it, “Perfume! How thoughtful! Thank you, my love!” She hugged and kissed me.

“Please put it on. I want to smell it on you.” Marge nodded, removed the bottle cap, and sprayed it on behind her ears and cleavage. She then smiled impishly, removed her panties, sprayed it also on her pubic hair, and beckoned me. First, I smelled her perfumed neck and cleavage. Then, I fell to my knees, Marge lifter her slip. I smelled her perfumed pubes. Marge held on to my head, lifted her right leg, to give me better access to her crotch. I got the message; I started licking her pussy lips and sucking on her clit. After a few minutes, she whimpered and her body convulsed several times, “I’m cummmming. Cummmmmmmming. Ohhhhhhhhh.” Marge was still breathing hard when I got up, hugged her, and kissed her. “Mark, thank you, thank youuuu. It feels wonderful when you eat me.”

Gently, I pulled away from her, “I have a New Year’s present for you. I bought it before Christmas. Please wait here.”

I brought the wrapped box to Marge. She looked at me inquisitively, opened the box, giggled, “Black lingerie: push-up bra, thigh-highs, crotch-less panties, and a long-sleeved sheer robe.” Marge giggled continuously as she held up each item and then pressed them to her bosom. With a big smile on her face, “How sweet! I see what you want me to wear. It’s so naughty!” She hugged me, “Mark, wait for me in the living room.”

Marge walked into the living room in the black lingerie. She still had on the pearl necklace and earrings. She pirouetted couple of times, stopped, and smiling seductively, beckoned me. I hugged her and kissed her passionately on her mouth, neck, and cleavage. Marge turned around and squeezed my rock-hard cock. I groped her magnificent boobs.

“Darling take me. But, be gentle. I’ve not made love since the last time with you.”

“Marge love, I have not made love either.”

Marge and I coupled sitting on the upholstered chair while watching the older women-younger men video, and us in the mirror. My cock remained hard for a long time, as I had not fucked for a long time. Marge had at least two multiple orgasms. We welcomed the New Year with Marge on her knees on the carpet, arms on the upholstered chair, and me fucking her from behind and massaging her 38D boobs, smooth large ass, and her armpits. We went to her bed and made love two more times. I deposited large loads of cum each time. The mixture of our sex juices overflowed Marge’s cunt. Marge said, “I will wash the bed sheet and cover tomorrow. It’s my bed. I can leave it stained if I want to. I’m home.”

A NEW YEAR AND BEGINNING

I got up at about 7 a.m., got dressed, and picked up Brian and Deborah at Mrs. Katchalski’s. Both kids had a good time, but were happy to be home. We wished each other a Happy New Year. Marge welcomed the kids. She was dressed in jeans, turtle neck blouse, and a light sweater. I smelled her freshly applied perfume when she walked by me to the kitchen. She had also picked up in the living room and sprayed air freshener. We all had breakfast of different cold cereals. The kids went to their room to play and read. Marge and I went to the living room with our coffee mugs in hand. She sat on the couch and I at on a chair across from her. Marge looked beautiful and a little tired. 

She smiled, and said, “Mark, I don’t have to go back to White Plains. Mom and Dad are doing well and have their own lives. Sally is happy living with Richard in Alexandria. Bob, before he died, and our attorney told me that I would get the house and half of the rest of Bob’s estate; Sally will get the other half. I love you, and Brian and Deborah, and would like to see you as often as possible.”

“Marge, please consider living with us. The kids love you and need your love. I love you very much. There is not much for you in White Plains. Please come and live here.”

“I have to go to White Plains to sign papers as executor of Bob’s will. I will put the house on the market after I remove several personal items; I do not want to live in it. I will call and ask my attorney to probate Bob’s will. It should not take a long time because Bob kept excellent records. I would like to stay here couple of weeks before returning to White Plains.”

“Of course, Marge. You can come and go as you wish. Again, I love you very much.”

“How are things with you?”

“I am thinking of starting my own consulting company and working from home. I have several good clients that want me to help them. I am sure that I can also negotiate a good severance package from my employer.”

“You will need more room. This apartment is not that big.” I nodded in agreement.

Brian came running, showed me one of his new toys. He said, “I love you daddy.” 

I hugged him, “I love you too, Brian.” 

Then he went and sat in Marge’s lap, and said, “I love you too grandma. Mom explained that you are not her mother. I love you very much. Please stay with me. Please don’t leave.”

Marge hugged Brian, and said, “I love you too Brian, your Mom, Deborah and your Dad. I will stay as long as I can with you all here.” I noticed that she had tears in her eyes.

Marge stayed for a whole month. She and I made love at least three times a week, usually in my bedroom. She was a good grandma to Brian and Deborah. In my bedroom, she became the beautiful and voluptuous woman I longed to fuck.

In the spring, Marge sold her house in White Plains. Later in May, Marge and I bought a nice home in a quiet neighborhood in Glenview. On the second floor, it had two bedrooms adjacent to each other with a bathroom in the middle for Marge and I, and two other bedrooms and another bathroom for the kids. On the first floor, it had an office with a separate entrance that I could use for my consulting business. 

We have been a happy family for almost five years. Sally divorced me. We share custody of Brian and Deborah. Marge and I sleep together most nights and make love in my bed. When Brian and Deborah go to visit Sally, we fuck anywhere in the house we feel like. Both Brian and Deborah stopped calling Marge grandma; they call her Marge.

Marge keeps books for my business. She exercises regularly. She looks beautiful, voluptuous, and loves to fuck.

END