1. Mother In Law Up Close


    Date: 12/30/2015, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: Gene39, Rating: 27, Source: LushStories

    My mother-in-law, Margaret, officially, but Marge or Margie to most people, and I always got along fairly well. I treated her decent and liked her cooking and her daughter was happy with me and I guess that was what she cared most about. She had a small apartment on the first floor of the same building occupied by the family business. There were two bedrooms and a smaller apartment on the second floor and a quite large loft area on the third floor. When my wife, Glynda, and I were there we stayed in the small apartment. Our two daughters would use the separate bedrooms if they came down. My wife's dad had died a couple of years before and I don't think many people missed him much. He didn't treat anybody very well, least of all his wife, son, and two daughters, and nobody's cooking was as good as his, and although he often said he could cook something better, he never volunteered to do it. We were down at "Mom's" for vacation. There wasn't much to do in the little fishing and logging town, but it was close to the beaches and the mountains. Glynda and I would go out on the beach late in the afternoon and watch the sun go down and then build a little fire and fuck for a couple hours on a big blanket and then go home and soak in the steam bath for a couple of hours and fuck some more. Or we would go for a hike up in the mountains in the morning and then take a nap and fuck in some grassy meadow for most of the afternoon. You can tell there was one thing uppermost in our ...
    minds. The steam bath was actually a Finnish style sauna. A very hot, very dry heat, very little steam at all. Glynda's dad had built it in the back of the factory and it had become popular with nearly everyone. In fact my oldest daughter was conceived in it, near as we could figure. Glynda and her mom were only about 20 years apart in age and were mistaken for sisters quite often. Their size and build were very similar except that Margie was a little bustier and a little hippier with a few more wrinkles. And while Glynda frosted her hair because it was fashionable, Marge did it to hide some gray and look younger. It was difficult to tell them apart without looking really close. And therein lies the tale. I had been over at the neighborhood tavern for a few hours that afternoon, drinking beer and visiting with a few guys that I knew from when we had lived there years ago. It was dinner time, and I was a little tipsy, and also horny from watching the barmaids running around in their short skirts and low-cut blouses for several hours. I walked into the downstairs apartment to see what the prospects for dinner were. There were a couple of pots gently steaming on the stove and my wife was standing at the sink fixing some lettuce and veggies for salad. I walked up behind her, put my left arm around her and squeezed her tit, and reached down in front of her with my right hand and cupped her mons and pussy and massaged it a little. She jumped a little and said, "Ooohh!" I nuzzled and ...
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