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The comforter tore from her teeth as her body strained again. She'd been biting it, fighting to muffle her cries of pleasure. Her breathing was rough and she gasped like a diver surfacing. Her lungs pumped hard. Her heart pumped hard.

Her hips and tight, grinding pussy pumped hard.

Short brown hair was plastered to her head in a combination of epic bed-head and sweaty exertion. Hunched over her husband's legs, her modest breasts dangled invitingly, her nipples and areolas engorged.

Her panting grunts and soft squeals were loud in her ears though she tried hard to contain them.

His hands felt powerful grasping the globes of her ass as she rode him frantically. But at the same time, they were loving. His fingers intruded into her ass crack teasingly. Her pale, shapely back writhed as she sought to wring more and more pleasure from their coupling.

Stacy was racing the clock. The alarm would go off at 7 and her husband had work today.

Her eyes were closed in concentration. She'd already climaxed several times but they had only served to raise her lust higher. Now she was working up to a good one, holding back and resisting release as long as possible... as long as she could stand. She needed it to finally put out the fire between her legs.

The alarm went off, the local classic rock station kicking into gear.

Whimpering now with the need for release, she reached for her clit, rubbing the tiny little pea desperately. She bit the back of her other hand trying to muzzle herself. The urgent tightening of her pussy caused Jared to snort and buck beneath her.

The sheets were drenched as theirs often were. Jared had already filled her cunt with his glorious essence once and her own secretions had flowed like a river over and over again as she came. The sheen of their fluids had spread as far as Jared's chest and down past his knees. It collected thickly across his hairy balls and Stacy smeared her hand in their leavings.

She brought the dripping hand to her mouth and sucked their juices down. The salty tang tripped her over the edge. Her hand clawed out of her mouth and down her body as she slammed hard onto her husband a final time. Shaking and grinding and moaning all over her husband's beautiful prick. "Please," she groaned, barely able to form the word. "Shoot. Cum. CUM!" she said, straining to form each syllable.

Jared's clasping hands wrenched at her buttocks, twisting her back and forth roughly. With each twist, he gave a coughing, laughing grunt. One. Two. Thrrreee. FOUR!

Already buried in his wife to the root, still, Jared surged up against her, muscles straining as his cock blasted her with his love once more.

Stacy was seeing stars. Each burning surge of semen across her womb sent floods of syrupy pleasure to her brain. Muttering silently, she said, "thank you, thank you, thank you," over and over again as her beloved erupted and her body shimmered with ecstasy.

The radio played on as she rolled off her man and collapsed to the bed. A minute later, her heart still racing but breathing almost under control she whispered "Your turn to make coffee. And don't forget my mother's here so put something on!"

She was slightly amazed when her man was actually able to lever himself out of bed. Thirty seconds later, she heard him start the shower. She was asleep before he was done and later woke to find him at the bedroom door, dressed and groomed with a piece of toast in his hand. "Gotta go, honey. Your mom's set up in the kitchen; better get in there soon before she starts organizing your pantry." With a grin and a wave of his toast, he was out the door.

~~

God, what a miserable, freakish night it had been. Stacy felt like she hadn't slept a wink. Only as dawn approached and she guiltily succumbed to her animal urges and vigorously screwed her husband for an hour had she finally collapsed, worries forgotten. Finally, satisfied and at peace, primitive happy chemicals flooding her brain and blanking out thoughts about her mother, Stacy had slept soundly.

For about half an hour.

Now in the shower, she was a nervous wreck. Why the hell did she have to get randy yesterday? Her stupid body. It was fine for Jared to laugh and smile and talk about never knowing when she'd get horny but for her, living inside this confusing hormone factory, it sometimes made her feel like she was going mad.

Maybe it was Jared's puppy-dog eyes the previous morning. Stacy knew why he was getting mopey and fidgety. She'd even counted up the days that morning. Six. They hadn't made love in six days. With work and knowing her mother was about to come to visit, Stacy had been focused on other things and just hadn't felt that nice old burn for a little while.

But realizing she'd been neglecting her husband a bit got her thinking about him and his smile and laugh and gorgeous cock.

By the time she got to the office, she was horny. No big deal. She'd coped many, many times before. Hell, looking forward to jumping Jared's bones the moment she got home usually made a day fly by and put a bounce in her step. And maybe a bit of a wiggle as well.

But she didn't get to go home that evening. She had to go straight from work to the airport to pick up her mom. Then to the restaurant to meet Jared. Then an evening at home, the three of them in the living room catching up all normal-like. Except that both mother and husband kept giving her looks when she got bitchy about tiny little things.

She really wanted Jared's cock in her. She found herself running her fingers along the couch cushions, thinking about Jared bending her over the back and pounding her burning little...

It had been torture.

And the guest room Wendy, her mother, was staying in was right next to theirs. Stacy liked making noise when she got fucked. The freedom to climax loudly was one of the reasons she'd been eager to get their own house. It certainly wasn't because either of them liked yard work.

She couldn't bring herself to have sex with her mother in the next room. No matter how much she needed it (or so she had thought). By the end of the night, Jared had realized what was bugging her. The horndog had thought it was hilarious. In the privacy of their bedroom, he was all over her, laughing and pinching her tits and suggesting that they let her mother watch.

Cheeky bastard.

But if there's one thing Stacy had, it's willpower. She refused to fuck with her mother in the house.

So Jared had fallen asleep, somehow, with a leer on his face and a woody under the covers. Stacy had had to shift herself to sleep above the sheet so she wouldn't just roll into his arms and start fucking in her sleep.

Bringing herself off wouldn't work... it wasn't good enough and she'd still end up making noise.

Midnight came and went and still her body boiled with need. She counted sheep and invoices.

2 am. Take a cold shower? No, if Jared woke up, she wouldn't be able to resist his advances again. Maybe fort up out in the living room? No damn it... she'd noticed that evening that the couch still smelled faintly of their sex; it would push her over the edge.

So she wrestled on with her inner daemon.

4 am. She stood in the hallway and listened at the door to the guest room. She heard a faint movement or two and a couple of heavy breaths. Was her mother asleep? Maybe Stacy could get by with a quick round with one of her toys.

No damn it, she'd been horny for too long; only a good long screw from a hot, hard dick could hope to put out the fire.

As 6 am approached, Stacy was kneeling beside their bed, staring at Jared in the dim glow of the alarm clock and the lights of the neighborhood filtering in through the curtains.

She could hear his gentle breathing. His slightly parted lips glistened. He smelled like soap and Italian food and Man with a capital mmmmm.

She gently laid a hand on his chest, feeling his heart slowly beating. She closed her eyes and took in his scent deeper. Oh god. Her other hand toyed with her nipple. The gentlest touch of her fingertips on the swollen berry felt like pure sin. Stacy continued to breathe deeply. Her entire body felt hot like she'd overexerted herself. She could feel the heat radiating from her flushed skin.

No part of her desperate body was hotter than between her legs. She didn't need to feel her mons to know she was slick and swollen and ready. So ready. Past ready. Demanding and eager and not to be denied.

Irresistible.

She stood, sweeping the covers off the bed. Before Jared stirred, she pressed a hand across his mouth and lithely mounted her man.

His eyes opened in bleary surprise, a pointless question muffled beneath Stacy's tense muzzle. She was dimly silhouetted above him... tall seeming and feminine and slightly mad. He groaned as her dripping beaver slid against his sleeping manhood and ground against his groin.

She stared down at him, her need communicated without words. In thirty seconds he was as hard as her ardor. With practiced ease, she hitched her hips, captured the swollen crown of that glorious cock and took him right to the balls.

Then the Lancasters fucked.

And eventually, Jared left for work. Wendy was down in the kitchen and Stacy was here in the shower, dreading the day of "mother-daughter time" ahead. What would Wendy have to say to her shameless, randy daughter?

~~

Fluffy cotton robe tied firmly shut, hair in as good a shape as it was likely to get that day, Stacy tried to act casual as she entered the kitchen. Her mother was at the table with her laptop open to some news and an empty plate of what had probably been scrambled eggs in front of her. Wendy looked up at her daughter. "Hi, honey. There's beaten eggs ready and some chopped ham and onions left."

Stacy looked at the ingredients. She turned the heat on under the pan. She was taking the day off to be with her mother and eggs did sound good. But still, she said with some exasperation, "Mother! Guests aren't supposed to make breakfast."

Wendy made a noise. "I'm not a guest, I'm your mother. This is a vacation for you too and I don't spend forty or fifty hours a week in an office. You deserve to be treated nicely too, you know."

She paused for a moment, an indecipherable expression on her face. "Though I'm sure Jared treats you good. He sure was chipper this morning."

Stacy blushed as she poured the eggs into the warm pan.

She glanced at Wendy. Her mother was fully dressed in an ordinary blouse and jeans. Her short black hair was darker and had a lot more curl than Stacy's. She didn't know for sure that her mother dyed it but it was likely.

At a bit past fifty, Wendy basically just looked her age. A few worry lines here, quite a bit of extra padding there and there. Wendy was a little taller than her daughter... Stacy's father Hal was a rather small man.

Wendy still moved through life with a good deal of energy. She'd never been to a gym or been interested in any sport, even the golf her husband lived for. But she was not an idle kind of person; constantly attending, or quite often, running, this function or that. She also watched her diet somewhat. Her main role in life was to manage the social calendar of her moderately wealthy husband. So, her body was comfortable but not gone entirely to seed.

When she was younger, Stacy had wondered if she'd have a body like her mother. Back then, there'd been a good deal less droop and spread to Mrs. Schnabel's figure but she'd always had a lush look about her. Big, commanding breasts and plenty of junk in the trunk. Her waist had fluctuated over the years... at times she'd possessed quite an hourglass figure but other times tended toward a bit dumpy.

Stacy had never really "filled out" that way but she also didn't have quite the battle with the bulge her mother did. Nice hips blending with a decent waist and modest but perfectly shaped breasts. Her body may fail to stop traffic but it was healthy and decidedly feminine.

As had always been the tradition in the Schnabel household, Stacy did not attempt to make an omelet, instead, stirring up the eggs to make them scrambled, loaded with ham and onion. Dang, no cheese in the house.

Wendy read silently while Stacy cooked and plated her scramblet. Grapefruit juice and toast. The silence continued for a time. Stacy became aware that Wendy was studying her. She raised her brows at her mother in question. Wendy tried to be casual. "You're in a better mood this morning," she said.

Stacy swallowed a bite of toast. "Better than last night you mean? Sorry, it was just a long day I guess."

Wendy made a non-committal sound. "Did you sleep well?"

Wendy's teenage years had been pretty average. Lots of arguments with her parents. Lots of lies and punishments... well, perhaps not lots but some at least. During that time, Stacy had never had any difficulty lying to her father. In so many ways, he had been the enemy. A prudish stick in the mud. They'd loved one another but Stacy had hated his draconian rule.

Still, she'd had a fairly happy childhood and frankly had gotten away with a lot. Lying to dad had been easy and he'd been naive in a lot of ways.

Lying to her mother had been another story. She hated doing it and was bad at it as well. When Wendy asked her daughter a question, she pretty much always got an honest answer. And in fact, Wendy had been aware of her daughter's struggles and sympathized with them. She couldn't bring herself to conspire against her husband but she did not go out of her way to back up Hal either. Wendy had used her motherly powers of interrogation sparingly over the years.

Now Stacy had to answer a direct question. Had she slept well? "Uh... not really. Kind of stressed I guess. Glad I'm getting some time off." she said weakly.

"Well, I hope you can relax and enjoy it. I slept well, by the way," said Wendy.

"I'm glad," Stacy said. 'Is this conversation as awkward as it feels?' She wondered. Her mother had something on her mind.

"Something did wake me up early this morning though," her mother went on, a smile beginning to dawn in her eyes.

Stacy froze. She felt her face get warm. She opened her mouth but couldn't think of what to say. Why couldn't her mother just pretend nothing had happened?

Wendy let Stacy squirm for a few seconds before reaching a hand to touch her daughter's across the table. "Stace honey, look at me."

Stacy did. Were there tears in her mother's eyes? Stacy was confused and embarrassed and a little mad at her mother but Wendy just said, "Oh baby, I'm so glad Jared is good to you. I was so worried. I was afraid you'd get stuck with a damn sexless prig like I did."

Stacy was speechless. Her mouth just hung open until she clomped it shut before the scrambled eggs slid out. She swallowed. "Whaaa?"

Wendy was grinning and crying. "Jared's good to you, right baby? I heard you this morning. You sounded so happy! And my god, I thought it would never end!"

She leaned even closer and whispered, "Hearing you two made my panties so wet."

Stacy dropped her fork and covered her face. "Oh God, I'm going to die." she groaned.

Her mother made placating gestures. "Ssh, ssh, ssh, no, no dear. Don't be that way. Don't ever be ashamed of being happy. I wouldn't have said anything except... well, I don't know, I'm just jealous I guess." Then she hastened to add, "But very happy for you."

The two women were silent for a bit. Wendy sipped her coffee. Hands still over her face, Stacy spread her fingers and looked at her mother. "I knew you must have heard us. I was afraid you'd be mad."

"For heaven's sake, why? Dear, there's nothing wrong with sex." Wendy sighed. "I guess I shouldn't be surprised. I was never there for you, was I?" Wendy looked down at her empty plate. "I've been worried about you. I thought we might have screwed you up."

Stacy lowered her hands. "What do you mean? You and dad? How?"

Wendy made an angry gesture. "Oh, your father. If I'd know what a fucking prude he was I never would have married him!"

"Mother!" Stacie yelped, appalled.

"I thought he was just inexperienced and shy. He was kind of cute and let's face it, dear, his family is loaded. So I married him. I thought the sex would get better but it really, really did not get better."

Still appalled, the daughter couldn't help but ask, "What do you mean?"

Wendy pressed her lips together. "I shouldn't be talking about this. It's not fair to your father. He can't help what he is and I chose to stay with him. I guess I'm weak or a coward or something."

She gazed at her daughter, "But I really shouldn't have let his hang-ups prevent me from teaching you about the world like a mother should."

"Woah, just back up mom. You were a great mother! What do you mean you thought you screwed me up?"

"Well, we never talked about sex. Or boys. Your father has this attitude about sex; that it's gross and unpleasant and he thought he could shelter you or something." Wendy let out a breath through puffed up cheeks. "I didn't think it was right for a wife to defy her husband on something like that so I kind of just followed his lead."

Stacy just sat there for a bit. "Well mom, whatever you were worried about, everything is fine. Jared and I are very happy and I don't have any hang-ups or whatever." She briefly had a couple of thoughts about what she and Jared and also some of their swinging friends had gotten up to.

She wondered how her mother would react to all the revelations she could lay on her. Then she chilled inside at the mere thought. Perhaps her mother was not as prudish as Stacy had always assumed but there was having a happy sex life with her husband and there was getting royally fucked in a room full of naked swingers.

Silence drug on. Awkwardly, Stacy asked, "So, dad isn't..." 'what was she going to say? Good in bed?' "Isn't, uh, interested in sex?"

Wendy shook her head, lips pressed thin again. "No. I don't think they had a word for it back when we met but nowadays he'd probably be considered asexual or something." She let the words sink in for a moment. "It's not even about morality or religion or anything, he just doesn't seem to be wired for sex!" She said, the final sentence coming out in a rising rush of exasperation.

"He hasn't touched me in twenty years," she added quietly.

What could a daughter say to that? But it made her wonder what kind of person her mother had been before marriage. Before she could think better of it, the words tumbled out of her mouth. "Was dad your first?"

Wendy looked quietly at her daughter. Well, she'd failed her as a budding woman and also, she had just asked a direct question. Knowing how Stacy felt about those, the mother could do nothing but answer truthfully.

"No, he wasn't. Not by at least a dozen," she said.

All Stacy could say was, "Woah."

In for a penny, in for a pound. Turnabout is fair play. What's good for the goose... "Was Jared your first?"

Stacy shook her head. "But I don't think there were more than ten before Jared." She very carefully did not think about the count since Jared.

Wendy kind of chuckled. "Well then, I guess we really didn't screw you up."

At this point, the conversation should either just end or... follow certain logical paths. For some reason, after hearing her daughter and son-in-law make love that morning and making her confessions, Wendy just couldn't let the subject drop.

"When, uh, when was your first? I mean, I guess... how old were you?"

Stacy froze. She had seen the logical path of this conversation as well... and had expected her mother to drop it. Well, if Wendy thought she owed her daughter something, she could bear the bulk of the load. "You first. When did you lose your cherry, mother?" she asked, her voice nearly cracking under the tension of the question.

Wendy sighed. "Okay, that's fair. I was sixteen. He was nineteen. And it was really good." There was a hint of defiant challenge in her voice. "So, how about you?"

Stacy pursed her lips, trying not to show shock. At least a dozen lovers and started at fifteen? Jesus, she didn't know her mother at all. "Uh... huh. I was seventeen. So was he. Honestly, I was a little disappointed. But he seemed to enjoy himself," she said.

The wall clock ticked loudly. Both women were staring at their hands. 'Screw it,' thought Stacy, 'they'd gone too far to stop now.' "Dad really hasn't touched you for twenty years?"

Wendy shook her head. "Not that anything before that was any good." Her head came up quickly. "Honey, I owe a lot to your father. He's been very good to us. In most respects, he is a good father and husband. I don't want to be mean or anything. And I don't hate him even though I get very frustrated at times."

She went on doggedly, "But the truth is, Hal is terrible in bed. Even when we were sometimes having intercourse, usually months would go by with nothing and I have never climaxed with him." She laughed in nervous misery. "I call it intercourse not because I'm a prude but because what your father does really isn't more than that."

"Oh god how I miss getting fucked!" she suddenly screamed, making Stacy jerk back from the table. Before her chair even settled to the floor Wendy had her arms up in something resembling surrender. "Sorry! I'm fine. Damn it. It's just that for so long I've had to... suppress my feelings. Hearing you two this morning kind of knocked me for a loop."

Nervous laughter again... Wendy's emotions were all over the map. "I did more than just get wet in the panties this morning, Staci-cakes. I rubbed out two really nice ones and ended up crying in my pillow... not sad, just... I don't know, a lot of things."

Licking dry lips she asked, "Have you ever had an affair? Seems like, I don't know, maybe that would be the right thing to do in a weird way if dad is the way you say he is."

Her mother sighed, "No. Like I said, I'm a coward. I used to pick out who in the neighborhood I wanted to have passionate affairs with but never had the courage to do anything about it."

"Do you... do anything else to release the... pressure?" The daughter asked, blushing hot again across her face. But Wendy didn't seem embarrassed, just generally unsettled.

"I can't say I never have but I don't make a habit of it. Over the years I've learned a little release is actually a lot worse than just total suppression. So I just avoid the subject of sex as much as I can."

Mrs. Schnabel grinned crookedly. "Couldn't suppress it this morning though. I came so close to sneaking down the hall to take a peek!"

The notion of her mother spying on her and Jared and getting hot and bothered nearly split Stacy's psyche in two. Getting caught by her parents had always been a deep, instinctive fear of hers. Hearing her mother's words and the image they conjured just felt so wrong.

Emotionally confused, Stacy stood up from the table. "Mom, I..." She stopped and started again. "Mom, I need to clear my head. This isn't the reaction I expected. Can we drop the subject for now?"

"Sure, dear," her mother answered.

Stacy turned to go. "I'll get dressed and then we can go to that craft fair I mentioned." And Stacy escaped the kitchen.

~~

After bumming around the craft fair for a couple of hours, mother and daughter had lunch at a nice Indian restaurant that had recently opened. Wendy went on at length about the half-dozen parties she had to plan for in the coming months. Hal Schnabel was practically obsessed with networking and social one-upsmanship. Stacy was very quiet.

Back in the car, Stacy was profoundly distracted. She was mulling over something radical. Wendy, oblivious, asked, "Where to now?"

"Don't know," Stacy said. "I think I'll just pull over in that park for a bit. Find some shade." Wendy looked at her in puzzlement.

When the car was stopped, Stacy shut off the engine. The ticking of cooling metal was the only sound for a time. Steeling herself with a couple of deep breaths, Stacy asked, "Mother, did you really masturbate and orgasm this morning?"

Wendy raised her eyebrows and looked at her daughter frankly. "Yes, I did dear. Does it really bother you that much? I'm sorry I mentioned it."

Stacy shook her head but her hands were tight on the steering wheel. "No, I'm not bothered. Not the way you mean." The stress of what she wanted to say was difficult to bear but she swallowed and forged ahead. "What did we sound like to you?"

"I'm not entirely sure what you mean. The noises of the bed, moans. I couldn't hear breathing through the walls but I could imagine panting. You didn't make a lot of noise but it was obvious what was going on."

Before her daughter could interrupt she went on. "What I heard was a lot of pretty awesome sounding sex."

Stacy released a breath with a shudder. She could feel the tips of her breast throb under her bra. She fought the urge to squirm and rub her thighs together against her warming pussy. "Yeah, it was pretty awesome. Jared really is fantastic in bed. It's a good thing he's a wonderful, sweet guy because for that kind of sex I'd probably marry a serial killer."

Stacy laughed nervously as her mother stared at her, a bit taken aback. "Wow. Okay, nice to know."

"Mom, if I tell you something... uh, something that I know will surprise you and that you may not approve of, can we talk about it calmly?"

Wendy had no clue where this was going. "I can't make any promises dear but I think you know by now I'm not the prude you probably always assumed."

Stacy nodded, accepting her mother's honesty. "The thing is, I haven't technically been faithful to Jared." Before her mother could react she rushed on, "And he isn't entirely faithful to me either."

Wendy's mouth was open. Several seconds passed. "You've had affairs?" she asked, uncertain what her daughter meant.

Stacy shook her head, biting her lips. "No, not affairs. We... we've done some swinging." she finally said. Then she mumbled, "God I hate that word."

Understanding dawned on Wendy. "Oh wow, really? That's... that's pretty cool I guess. I mean, I assume you both enjoy it and everything. No, that's cool. I don't disapprove or anything." Her brow furrowed for a moment, "Actually, you're just making me more jealous. You want to tell me some of the things you've done?"

The daughter laughed nervously. "Maybe later. There's something else I wanted to talk about." Again she fell silent. Wendy waited as patiently as she could. Finally, Stacy took her hand and clasped it tightly. "Mother, would you like to have sex with Jared?"

The silence that followed was profound. Even the birds in the park seemed shocked.

Wendy shifted uneasily but kept her face blank. "Don't... I..." Wendy's mind was going a hundred directions at once. "He... Stacy, I couldn't. I mean, why would he be willing to... I'm an old woman, honey!" Wendy felt like she was going to cry. "That couldn't possibly work, could it?" she finally asked.

"Why not?" Stacy answered, almost seeming eager now. "You were scared of getting caught in an affair but who would ever guess? And I'm certain Jared would love to get his hands on you. Mom, he's a man! Tell him there's pussy available and he'll show up with a smile and a hard-on!"

"It doesn't always work like that dear. I should know."

Stacy placed a hand on her mother's shoulder. "Mother, I promise you that Jared will be happy to make love to you and it will be wonderful. And I will be happy for you and love him all the more for being the man he is."

Wendy grabbed the hand on her shoulder and squeezed it tight. Tears rolled down her cheeks. "Yes," she said. "Yes, oh please I really want to have sex again!"

Daughter and mother hugged. They held each other, both teary and smiling for a while. Then Stacy briskly faced forward and started the car. "Let's go get you something nice to wear."

~~

Jared was in the living room flipping through on-demand. Stacy and her mother were in the kitchen cleaning up after dinner and he was looking for something for them all to watch.

Dinner had been strange. Jared got along with his mother-and-law fine but she'd seemed nervous, almost tongue-tied around him this evening. His wife seemed jumpy as well. Had they fought? He wondered.

Shortly after the clatter in the kitchen died away, Stacy came in. She slid onto the couch next to him. Curling her feet under her, she leaned against him and slid an arm around his back. "Hi honey," she said, kissing his cheek.

He eyed her, not knowing what to think. "Your mother ok?" he asked.

Before answering, Stacy kissed him again, on the lips. The kiss was soft and brief but at the moment it parted, Stacy's tongue teased his lips. "She's fine. Said she wanted to give us some alone time." Her hand raised up behind his head and pulled him closer. She tipped her head and kissed him deeply. Her tongue swept his gums and her hand pressed against the front of his jeans.

Jared couldn't resist his wife when she turned on the heat. Had never had any reason to try really and wasn't going to start now. Whatever was up with her mother wasn't any of his business. Responding instinctively, he palmed her breast and sucked her tongue deeper into his mouth. He moaned when she squeezed his waking package.

She pulled her lips from his. She pressed his mauling hand tighter to her breast and whispered, "Let's take this to the shower."

Jared chased her through the house, hands nipping at her jumping ass as she scampered across their bedroom and into the master bath. Turning to him with a flourish, she crossed her arms and lifted her shirt off. He quickly followed suit while she wiggled out of her pants.

Amidst the whirlwind of clothing, Stacy made sure to close the door.

Both nude in seconds, Jared pressed eagerly against his wife's ass when she bent over to turn on the shower. Giggling and wiggling against him, she reached back and grasped his exposed member. It jumped in her hand, swelling noticeably. He was quickly approaching full arousal.

Stacy jumped into the shower. "Come on babe, let's get slippery." she worked a bar of soap in her hands. As Jared stepped into the shower, she pressed herself to his back and soaped his chest and balls with exploring hands.

They played in the shower for ten minutes, their slick bodies sliding around one another in constant seductive motion.

Eventually, Stacy insisted they rinse off. For some reason, she wouldn't let Jared dry her as they usually did when playing nor did she do so for him. Unconcerned, Jared quickly toweled off, eyes never leaving his wife's pale, fuckable body.

Until she inexplicably put her thick cotton robe on and tied the belt tightly.

He looked at her in frank puzzlement. "Don't tell me that after all that, you're still worried about having sex with your mother in the house?"

Stacy smiled hesitantly. "Not exactly. Uh, I have something to tell you, honey." Her husband just kept looking at her. "We kind of set you up."

"Go on," he said. He was completely unconcerned. He trusted his wife implicitly. Any scheme she had devised was certain to meet with his approval.

She took a deep breath. "Well first, I'm going over to Frank and Helen's. I talked to them earlier and they said I could spend the night and they'd do what they could to keep me occupied."

Frank and Helen Pollard were an older swinging couple they knew pretty well. "You're going over to the Pollards then. But I'm not?"

"No, I set you up with someone else for tonight." She slid past him and opened the bathroom door.

Jared followed her into the bedroom and saw Wendy sitting on the bed waiting. Despite himself, Jared yelped and jumped back to hide behind the door.

"Sorry mom, I guess I didn't adequately prepare him. He wasn't expecting you."

Wendy was wearing a very light-weight baby-doll that did little to conceal her heavy breasts with their big areolae. She had her legs crossed and they were clad in black stockings.

"Well, I hope he'll let me take a look at him. It's been so damn long since I saw a real live cock." Her voice shook with nerves and pent-up urges.

"Come on, honey. Mom and I had a long talk today and learned some things. It turns out, she's in desperate need of a good fucking and surprise, I knew just the man for the job."

Jared wasn't shy about skin, he'd merely been taken by surprise. He let his wife draw him out into the room. His cock was not quite steel hard but still protruded heavily before him.

Wendy's eyes locked on to the beautiful piece of meat. "Oh, my."

Stacy made a stifled noise and both turned to look at her. "Ok, I have to get out of here. Sorry, this is kind of sexy and exciting but also too weird for words. I'm getting in the car and going over to Helen's and I'm just going to put this out of my mind for the night." She bent to kiss her mother on the cheek and then walked back to her husband and pecked him on the cheek as well. "I love you both. Very much. Make each other happy. My mother has been without for way too long... just give her what she needs."

Before passing out the door she turned one last time. "I won't be back until breakfast. Mother, don't break my husband. Husband, don't break my mother. Unless she really begs for it." Blushing uncontrollably and aroused beyond words, she scampered away and jumped into the car, barefoot and wearing nothing but a bathrobe.

~~

Silence reigned. Jared and his mother-in-law were alone in the bedroom. Jared was naked, hair damp from the shower, skin slightly pink from towel drying. His penis hung heavily before him, ringed by dark, curly pubic hair.

Wendy, his wife's mother, sat on the bed wearing nothing but a teddy and stockings.

Her eyes were riveted to his bobbing member. Her mouth was dry with nervous anticipation. Hesitantly, she raised a hand. "Can I touch it?" she asked.

Jared smiled. Tensing for a moment, he made his cock jump, swelling just a little more. "Once we get to this point, it's practically required," he said. He stepped closer.

Wendy breathed deeply as she oh-so-gently caressed the thing. It was so warm and silky smooth. It pulsed again, rising higher, the head swelling still more. At that moment of surging swell, as color filled the plumb shaped helmet, Wendy's dry mouth flooded.

Without a further thought or a single word, she swiftly lowered her mouth to his beautiful member and wrapped her lips around the fat head.

Jared sighed and unconsciously rose on his toes. His hand sank into her thick, dark hair and he clung to her head. She explored the contours of his glans and slit with her tongue while one hand stroked his shaft and the other weighed his heated testicles.

Wendy had gone from zero to sixty in two seconds flat, taking possession of Jared's sex like someone dying of hunger.

A couple of minutes of that treatment had Jared trembling and groaning. Wendy was making blissful noises as she slobbered all over the enormous plum wedged in her mouth. Jared was no more than seven inches in length and his shaft was of normal girth but he had a striking, fat purple cock head when fully aroused. The thing seemed two sizes too big for his penis.

With force of will, Jared pulled his mother-in-law off his raging erection. "We've got all night. Let's do this right." He sat next to her on the bed and turned her face to his. Watching her eyes, he closed in and pressed his mouth to her moist lips. Her eyes glittered and lost focus. Her tongue was first to journey forth. In moments it was deep in his mouth, reaching for his soul.

If the intense blowjob hadn't reassured him that Wendy wanted him, the hunger of the kiss made it very clear. Her hands pressed against the sides of his head like a drowning woman clinging to salvation.

Jared's grabbed hold of one of her heavy, hanging breasts through the thin negligee. His fingers sank deep into the abundant flesh.

Oh god. Wendy froze as long-dormant pathways opened in her nervous system. Jared was no he-man... in fact, he was shorter than she. But his hands were hard from his work and she could feel his growing lust through the tension of his fingers as they dug and kneaded her sensitive tit.

Wendy's entire body flashed with heat. She surged against Jared, rolling onto him and pressing him against the bed. She wanted to eat him alive. Her lush breasts spread across his chest and she felt his body heat penetrate through them. Sucking hungrily on his tongue, she entwined her thick legs with his and gripped his iron bar in one hand.

After decades of quiet suffering, Wendy was about to get fucked. She was nearly out of her mind, overcome with pure lust. She had a lovely hard penis in her hand and a willing partner beneath her. His hands had found her enormous backside and their rough grip continued to transmit his own lust for her.

Wendy mindlessly humped against her son-in-law. Jared had to forcefully pull her hand from his cock and wrestle her writhing hips across his. His drooling cock drug through her thick beaver. Wendy's mindless thrusts intensified as she felt its hard warmth rolling against her mons.

Grabbing hold of his rod in one hand and Wendy's broad hip in the other, Jared steered her toward glorious union.

By luck or skill, Jared's cock found paradise quickly. He bumped once against Wendy's clit, prompting a shout of, "Fuck!" and then slid firmly into her tight, wet sheath.

Wendy cried out. "Oh, Jesus. Fuck! You're inside me. I've got a big hard cock in my pussy!" she squealed, sounding like she almost didn't believe it.

Jared stroked her once and then twice, stretching out her tight channel and gradually embedding himself deeper.

Wendy jerked, knocked foreheads with Jared and pounded the bed with a fist. "Cumming," she said with a grunt.

Around his cock, Jared felt her pussy spasm and flow with joy juice. As she silently rode her orgasm, Jared jockeyed for a better position beneath her and braced his legs.

Before she was done cumming he began thrusting into her in earnest, fucking her at a steady, firm pace.

"Oh god, yes," She moaned. She pushed herself up on her hands and knees. Her fat tits hung so long and low that Jared still had what seemed like acres of their hot flesh on his chest.

Eyes shut, Wendy was lost in the experience. Her neglected pussy was so tight around the big knob plowing her that the sensations were nearly painful. But she was so wet that her sex was making splashing, squishing noises.

Unbelievably, it was even better than Wendy had hoped. God, how had she lived without this? Why? She was a woman, god damn it, and she had a pussy for a reason.

"Yes. Oh yes. Oh, fuck it feels so good. Please don't stop. Make me cum. Make me cum again. I need it so bad!"

Jared stared up at Wendy's plain, aged face. The wash of pleasures flowing through her made her so beautiful. And her begging voice was so full of lust and need.

He couldn't have stopped if someone put a gun to his head.

She came again as he reamed her flooded gash and she wept as her body burned through the pleasure. "Thank you. Thank you so much," she sobbed. But Jared did not slow. He continued to plow her tight recesses as she came and then still as she climaxed again a few minutes later.

Trembling with adrenal fatigue, Wendy had to roll off her lover. Still feeling the reverberations of orgasm, her hand teased her swollen clit as Jared lay beside her, catching his breath.

But seeing her continue to toy with her pussy drove him onward soon. Lifting a leg across her face, he presented his throbbing cock to her mouth. It was drenched in her womanly secretions. The sight and heady smell flooded both her mouth and cunt anew with arousal. She opened her mouth and grabbed onto his ass. With a surge, she raised her head and engulfed his beautiful tool.

Unable to control himself, he thrust down into her throat. Wendy gagged on his fat head but then moaned with passion. Her hand dug into her pussy harder, Jared's unrestrained lust driving her wild.

When he sank his face down into her slit and sucked hard on her clit, hood and all, she screamed around his hard sausage and her legs squeezed tightly on his skull. The hand that had been frigging her molten pussy was dripping with her juices when it laced into Jared's hair and pressed him down harder into her heaving groin.

The intense sixty-nine lasted only a few minutes. Wendy's face was drenched in her slobber but she had to push Jared's groin away. She was out of breath and about to cum. He had half her mound sucked into his mouth and two fingers dancing rapidly across her G-spot just inside her sex. "Oh god YES! That's it. Oh, Jared, you're amazing!" The last word barely made it past her constricting throat and the orgasm swept her away.

After the climax passed, Jared rolled off her, breathing hard. They both lay on their backs, side-by-side, head to foot. Wendy hadn't let go of Jared, her hand slowly stroking his slick shaft. "Wow, Stacy was right. You are a stud."

Jared laughed softly. "Wet, hungry pussy brings out the best in me," he said, grinning at the ceiling. "How much did Stacy tell you about us?"

Languid and satisfied for the moment, Wendy answered, "Not much. She said you're great in bed and that you two swing a bit. I guess she's over having some fun with your friends right now."

"Not as much fun as I'm having," he said. He reached down and took a nipple between his fingers, tweaking it gently.

Wendy was staring at his erect, glistening sex. "I can't believe you didn't cum yet."

"Don't worry, I'll be creaming up your hot little box soon enough." He pulled himself from her grasp and rolled off the bed. Standing beside her, he patted the mattress. "Kneel here. I want to watch that fantastic ass."

Energized by his words and the leaden heat in his gaze, Wendy rose to her knees and pulled the negligee off her head. Just the appreciation in his hot look as he stared unabashedly at her tits made her shiver. She spun her back to him and bent forward. Playfully she slapped her fat ass, sending jiggling shock waves across its uneven surface. "You're so sweet. I can't wait to feel you shoot your sexy jizz into me! Ooof!" The last coming as Jared sank his entire shaft deep inside her in a single thrust.

"Jeeze, I still can't believe how tight you are!" he said as he pulled her ass firmly to his hips. Every inch he had was held tightly by her snug sex. "How do you want it? Are you like Stacy?"

Wendy laughed raggedly, her entire body inflamed by the delicious pressure in her cunt. "I have no idea. What's my daughter like?"

"Uh..." Jared suddenly had second thoughts about discussing any intimate details about his wife with her mother. Unable to back out of saying something he mentally shrugged. "She likes it every way she can get it as long as it keeps going on for hours."

Wendy laughed again, slowly rotating and grinding her ass against Jared. "Right. Now pull my other leg." Oh fuck, the things his enormous knob was doing, rubbing and twisting against her womb, was making her cross-eyed with pleasure.

"Actually," Jared said, "I'm serious. Stacy isn't always horny but when she's in the mood and gets going, she goes for freaking hours."

Wendy had nearly lost the ability to speak but moaned, "It feels so fucking good just do whatever you want. Shit, I'm already cumming again!" she shouted. She bit her bottom lip and let her head and massive chest collapse to the bed as her body rocked.

Almost giggling as his mother-in-law's pussy tried to suck his cock off with orgasmic convulsions, Jared slapped her broad ass hard. He jerked his hips and slammed into her. Then did it again, fucking her right through her climax.

Jared spanked her pale ass five times, hard. The stinging shocks were transformed by her ongoing climax and supercharged her senses. She screamed with pleasure, an open-throated shout from the core of her being.

Fluids gushed and gurgled around Jared's cock. Wendy came like a geyser.

Before long, Jared let up. His strokes slowed to a crawl and he lightly caressed the vivid pink pattern he'd left on one of her buttocks.

"Jesus," Wendy panted. "Jesus, Jesus oh fuck, that was..." She swallowed and just slumped there, barely staying on her knees, panting. A few breaths later... "That was incredible."

"You're incredible, you sexy broad. You were so damn horny, you just exploded!"

Wendy became aware of how wet everything was. "Christ, did I piss myself? I've never been this wet before."

"Got to say, a guy really likes to hear that sort of thing!" Jared chortled.

Her pussy was even more sensitive now and so slippery she felt no friction at all from the fat club slowly churning her hole. That fat club filled her so nicely. Realization dawned on her. "You haven't cum? My god, man!"

He jabbed her hard in response. "Where're you going to want it, babe? Can I cream your sweet pussy?"

Just the question made Wendy shudder with still more need. "Please. Oh god please, I want to feel your hot spunk so bad!"

Jared's hands dug hard into Wendy's pliant ass. He raised up on his toes and angled his throbbing cock steeply downward. Then he jammed back down into Wendy. He continued at a moderate pace, jack-hammering down into her flooded, splashing hole.

Wendy's hands were pulling at her hair. The incredible things her son-in-law's vibrant cock was doing to her were driving her out of her mind. It had been a good thirty years since she had been properly fucked. She'd had steady boyfriends through high school with whom she'd learned to enjoy sex and in her couple years of college before abandoning her education and marrying Hal, she'd been a bit of a tramp. While out of practice, she was certainly not inexperienced.

She really didn't understand why her body was reacting this way. She'd never gushed cum before, not even during her wildest dorm-room trysts with college jocks. She'd never experienced the energizing buzz of orgasm for minutes on end.

What she didn't really understand was how her body had matured over the years of almost sexless existence. She'd aged and given birth and menopause likely wasn't far off. And her body was just very different than it had been in her teens and early twenties. She'd missed out on her theoretical sexual peek but was still in possession of a mature, womanly body and it was capable of pleasures she simply hadn't experienced before.

And Jared was a stud. Skilled and attentive and he held some affection for her.

She came an incredible three more times as Jared relentlessly fucked her, varying angles and speeds at whim (and as dictated by fatigue). She was babbling incoherently but had been so stimulated by the constant pleasure that she was now up on her hands and knees, actively fucking back at the cocksman pleasuring her.

"You ready, you big, sexy cunt?" Jared finally yelled. "You ready for that hot seed? FUCK! I'm gonna shoot!" With what felt like his last shred of energy, he was rabbit-fucking Wendy hard; so hard that her big tits were slapping her face.

Wendy just growled something and grabbed her ass cheeks to spread them wide. She felt her orgasm a hair-trigger away and knew he was about to send her over the edge again.

Jared just started spewing, so hot to fuck that he just kept thrusting while his cock shot load after load of burning cream into Wendy.

The flood burned against Wendy's womb and her body reacted as if struck by a live wire. Her mind just blanked out in hot white noise.

Jared stumbled against her upturned ass and she slumped forward, unaware of her surroundings. He clung to her ass through a few more convulsions before rolling and slipping out of her and collapsing on the bed. His breath was coming in gasps and he was drenched in sweat.

Wendy couldn't move, aside from the spasms and shuddering breaths she had no control over. She lay in a heap and just luxuriated in the feeling of total fulfillment.

The flow of mingled cum running across her thighs had begun to cool before she was finally able to pull herself together and flip onto her back. "So is that what sex is really supposed to be like or are you actually a God slumming with us mortals?"

Jared still couldn't breathe properly. "Well," He said, panting. "Truth is, no, sex is not always like that. Most women just aren't nearly that responsive." He vainly tried to swipe some of the sweat from his face. "But now I think I know where Stacy's capacity for infinite orgasms comes from."

"Wow," Was all Wendy could say. Her eyes wandered around the room. "Jeeze, it's only 10 o'clock. Seems like you've been fucking me for days!"

Jared just smiled. "I did. It's 10 o'clock the day after tomorrow."

"That explains it then," she said contentedly.

Jared turned over on the bed and sidled up closer. He rested a hand on her generous belly. "Want to talk about why Stacy threw us together? I'm kind of in the dark; she just said you needed a good fucking."

Wendy sighed. She didn't feel like talking; she was still feeling euphoric. "Hal hasn't touched me in twenty years, that's all I really want to say on the matter."

Jared made a neutral kind of noise. His hand rubbed her belly and then strayed up to her flattened but massive mountains of flesh. Wendy made an appreciative sound as he caressed the delicate flanks of one big breast. "Wendy, you are delightful to touch." He said. He bent down and gave the tip of her breast a kiss.

Reaching across her body, his other hand teased her far nipple as he took the near one between his lips. It rose quickly, fattening into a dark brown grape. Wendy just laid back and enjoyed the attention for a while. Her pussy still throbbed lightly and the way their mingled juices spread across her groin and still occasionally trickled from her satisfied cunt made her feel deliciously dirty.

When Jared raised his head and looked her in the eyes, words were not necessary. Her lips parted and he slid up her body to meet them.

They kissed as lovers, wet and tender.

As their tongues mingled, Jared's hand wandered over her body, slowly making its way down to her spread legs. As he caressed her soggy beaver, she grabbed his head and tried to force her tongue right down his throat. She was still so sensitive down there. His gentlest caresses were intensely stimulating.

Parting from her lips, he smiled down at her, eyes bright. He virtually oozed down her body, caressing and probing every inch of flesh he could reach. He slowly stripped off each of her stockings, hands gliding over her, shall we say, sturdy legs and even rubbing her feet. Once he had her utterly and completely nude, he made his way slowly up her legs.

After an instantaneous eternity, he reached her steaming sex. The way he ran his face through her thick pelt and inhaled her smell made Wendy shudder. This man really loved the female body. Female sexuality.

She had to bite her lips as his mouth rooted around her folds. Deliriously sensitive.

He made happy slurping sounds as his tongue swabbed out every fold and delved into her hole.

Wendy squirmed. She had believed herself completely sated but her sensitive pussy was quickly heating up all over again.

She was disappointed when he raised his head a few minutes later. He moved quickly up her body and before she knew what was happening, he kissed her deeply again.

His mouth, his entire face, in fact, was rich with the ambrosia from her pussy. This was something Wendy had not ever experienced before. She'd tasted herself a handful of times but this was different. The messy leavings of sex had always been little more than an inconvenience in her long-ago sex life. But Jared treated it as a sexy treat.

The taste and scent and smooth feel of the fluids surprised Wendy. Her body thrilled at the filthy decadence of it.

And she also noticed that something hard and smooth and slick was pressing firmly against her hip. Eyes wide, she reached down and found what she hadn't dreamed it could be.

Jared was hard again. His gorgeous cock pulsed in her hand, the knob swelled tightly against her palm.

Her shocked expression made Jared pull back from her lips and chuckle. He shifted himself between her legs, her hand still clinging to his ready member. Words weren't necessary. She pulled his lips back to hers at the same time she spread her legs wide and guided his reinvigorated manhood into her grotto.

He slid in like a greased seal. Gentle euphoria at the return of that exquisite full feeling hummed through her nervous system.

They made slow love for an endless interlude of murmurs, caresses and deep soul kisses.

At some unknown hour, they fell asleep entwined with one another, fresh sperm filling Wendy's sex and the bed a sopping mess.

Wendy was amazed and delighted again a few hours later, long before dawn, when she woke to find Jared lapping at her nether lips again. His hips were angled near her head and she found his hard, bobbing cock in the dark with her mouth. They pleasured one another orally for a time before Wendy turned to ride him, half smothering him with her fat tits. She worked him over expertly, re-learning lost techniques of pussy control and pleasure. She extracted still more seed from his balls more quickly than either thought possible.

Then they fell back into contented slumber.