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   Stacy Lancaster: Wendy's Lament (MF, anal) By Boondocker
(Boondocker42@gmail.com)

   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.

   Crying 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
down her body as she slammed down 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 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 (oh 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 has, it's will power.  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.

   2am.  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.

   4am.  She stood in the hallway and listened at the door to the guest
room.  She heard a faint movement or two and 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 screw from a hot,
hard dick could hope to put out the fire.

   As 6am approached, Stacy was kneeling beside their bed, staring at Jared
in the dim glow of the alarm clock and the lights of the neighbourhood
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 finger tips on the
swollen pearl 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 ardour.  With practised 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 nice 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 scamblet. 
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 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 her daughter 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 gesture.  "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 was 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 choose 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 now-a-days he'd probably be
considered a-sexual 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.  Turn about 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 loose your cherry, mother?" she asked, her voice
nearly cracking under the tension of the question.

   Wendy sighed.  "Okay, that's fair.  I was fifteen.  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."

   What disturbed Stacy most about the statement was the way it made her
own groin twist just a little.  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 neighbourhood 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, blush 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 makes habit of it.  Over the years
I've learned a little release is actually a lot worse that 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 peak!"

   The notion of her mother spying on her and Jared and getting hot and
bothered nearly split Stacy's psyche in two.  First her puss gave a hot
little twist and then she went cold with shock.  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.

   But because Stacy was not a prude or felt any genuine shame about her
sexuality, the notion still turned her on a bit.

   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 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 a bit of 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,
technically, I haven't 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 be fucked by 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 she 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, "Lets 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 of.  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 towelled 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.  Really, 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.  "Your 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 areolea.  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." She 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
till 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 plunged her mouth down
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 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-and-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 in to 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 the 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 continue 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 sounded 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 continue 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 69 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 nice.  Realization dawned on her.  "You haven't cum?  My god
man!"

   He jabbed her hard in response.  "Where 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 was 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 was in
the early stages of menopause 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
breaths were coming is 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 on the bed and sidled up closer.  He rested a hand on her
generous belly.u "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 her 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 of
her fleshy mound 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
swollen tightly against her palm.

   Her shocked expression made Jared pull back from her lips and chuckle.
He lifted himself between her legs, her hand still clinging to his ready
member.  Words weren't necessary.  She pulled his lips back to her 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.

   **

   Jared woke very slowly to the sound of the shower.  His mind filled with
vivid memories of the night and he just smiled.  He turned his head and
inhaled Wendy's womanly scent from cooling sheets next to him.  Forcing his
eyes open, he checked the time.  Just after 6...  early.  He was certain
Stacy wouldn't be back home for hours yet.

   He debated getting up to join her mother in the shower but thought
better of it.  The bed was so comfortable and there was a good chance Wendy
needed a little alone time.  He was confident the night had been very good
for her but in the light of day...  or not quite light of not quite day...
there was no telling what kind of second thoughts she might have.

   He needn't have worried on that score.

   The shower shut off.  A couple minutes later Wendy came swaying back
into the room, still naked as the day she hatched.  When she flipped on the
light, Jared had to raise his arm to block the glare.  He grumbled but she
just laughed...  giggled really.  "Good, your awake."

   She bounced into the bed with him and rested her breasts on his chest.
Her big smile was seductive and pleading.  "I don't know what's going to
happen after this." She started.  "I hope Stacy lets us play more some time
but just in case this is my last chance, there's one last thing I really
want to do."

   She slid her hand down under the sheets and took hold of his rising
cock. "Bet you can't guess what it is."

   "You want me to take you to Sid's Needle Shack so you can have my name
tattooed across those fantastic tits?" he guessed.

   Giggling she said "Nnnooooo."

   "Across your ass?" he suggested again.

   "Actually, getting warmer but you're still on the wrong track." She
squeezed his turgid member tighter.  "Think along the lines of where I want
you to put this."

   There was a second or two of silence as Jared's brows slowly rose.  "Why
Mrs.  Schnabel, just how dirty a girl are you?"

   She answered with a throaty laugh.  "Absolutely filthy, my dear." She
kissed him, briefly but hotly.  "Please fuck my ass, stud." When she felt
her words make his cock jump, she laughed throatily again.  "Oh, you like
that, do you?" She slid down his body and licked his hot throbbing
lollipop.

   He braced a hand on her head as she slobbered on his prick.  "That's one
of the few things Stacy doesn't like.  Says she tried it a couple times and
it just doesn't feel good."

   Smacking her lips, Wendy pulled away from his beautiful gift for a
moment.  "Well then I'm glad I can give you something special." She said.
She bobbed on his cock a few more times and then went on.  "I learned to
like anal so I could take guys bareback back in college."

   She focused on soaking down his rod.  A few minutes later, he slid off
the bed.  "Lay on your back here.  I want to look into your eyes as I open
your back-door."

   Wendy spun around and edged her broad buns off the side of the bed.  She
gripped the mattress edge in her hands.  "I really want this but you have
to go slow, babe.  That's a really big helmet you wear on your cock."

   The big helmet probed her pussy briefly, picking up a bit more lube.  He
hacked and spit on his fingers and rubbed her wrinkled brown eye.  She was
already slick; some lotion she found in the bathroom.  The combination of
lubrication, slightly callused fingers and gentle rubbing made Wendy sigh.
"Oh, that's nice."

   He continued to tease her pussy lips with his girth.  He smoothly
transitioned from a gentle massage of her starfish to an investigation of
the pit.  His middle finger wormed its way in and soon he felt her tight
sphincter against the first knuckle.

   She stiffened as he probed deeper, her breath catching.  He let his
penis brush her clit which made her eyes flutter.

   Withdrawing most of the finger, he began to work a second in next to it.
Their squirming samba made Wendy's stomach flutter.  She had to grit her
teeth a bit as the second finger forced her sphincter wider and sank deep
into her shitter.

   Jared worked his fingers in and out with more firmness.  "God your
tight." He muttered, trying to spread them apart a bit.

   Wendy's eyes got very wide and she cried a startled but seductive
"Ooohhh!" when Jared decided to press his cock into her pussy and bury all
seven inched into her body.

   Fingers up her ass and fat, throbbing cock in her hungry pussy, Wendy
urgently humped against him.  "Oh god you beast.  Yes!  Make me cum like a
bitch!"

   Wendy's juicing cunt felt incredible and about a minute later she did
cum, her tightness snapping around Jared's cock and making him moan.

   "Tell me one more time, dirty girl.  What do you want me to do?"

   Not quite done climaxing, Wendy yanked her legs back to her chest,
turning her ass up at her son-in-law.  "I want you to slide that beautiful
dick up my corn hole and fuck me good."

   Out came his fingers and out slid his cock.  It jammed against her dark
hole.  One hand supported his shaft, thumbing the head against her rear
entry.  The other braced against her leg to give him leverage.  "Lord, we
thank you for this tight fucking ass I am about to receive." He intoned.

   Jared pressed against her firmly.  He had to press really hard.  The
head of his cock was so fucking big.  Wendy began to pant, almost
hyperventilating as she struggled to deal with the incredible amount of
stimulation.  Sweat broke out across her forehead.

   Yes, it hurt.  But strong sensations have a way of becoming confused. 
Just the thought of an eager, virile young man fucking her ass, along with
the delicious memories of the long night of raw sex, had Wendy aroused to
the point where anything seemed possible.

   Even fitting ten pounds of meet in a three pound sack.

   She heaved against Jared, grunting in effort.  God, her hole was
stretched so tight.  She wished she could see it.  How close was she?  What
must that enormous bulb look like against her ass?

   Twisting this way and that, trying different angles, spitting more thick
saliva into her crack, Jared did everything he could trying to work his
cock into her hot hole.  As long as she was willing to stay under him and
urge him onward, we wasn't going to give up.

   Wendy was grinding her teeth and hissing "Oh god, oh god, oh god." Maybe
this wasn't going to work.

   Finally, with his thumb right on the head he forced the blunt spear into
Wendy.  "Ahhh." She cried briefly, eyes wide and head bent back.  "God,
shit, yes!" she exulted.  Hands on the edge of the mattress, she pulled
herself back against Jared.  "More, don't stop.  All the way in." she
panted.

   The hard part was done.  Slowly but inexorably, Jared sank into his
mother-in-law's bowels.  "Oh god, it's like fucking a keyhole." When his
hips contacted her fat globes, he laughed giddily.  "Dirty little girl,
your ass has officially been fucked!"

   Wendy raised her hips and craned her neck, staring at Jared's groin.  At
first she couldn't see her anus but when he slowly began to withdraw, it
puckered outward.

   The hairy ring was dark pink and stretched tightly like a rubber band.
The sight made Wendy's insides convulse, squeezing down on Jared so tightly
he nearly got stuck.

   "Fuck!" they both said in unison.

   Jared pressed in deeply again.  Wendy let herself fall back and try to
relax against the mattress.  Jared tried to get a grip around her big
thighs but they were too massive.  He hooked his hands in the inside
creases between thighs and hips and continued to fuck her ass slowly.

   "Oh that's so fucking amazing.  I don't know why it feels good but it
just does." She babbled.  "Just so intense and nasty and perfect.

   Jared slowly quickened his pace.  Mrs.  Schnabel began rubbing her clit,
making herself wetter and wetter.  In moments her eyes were rolling into
the back of her head.

   "Oh lord!" she moaned.  "Don't stop."

   Jared jammed back into her hot, tight, buttery ass again.  Her pussy
juices were running down across his cock and working into her ass, making
in squelch.

   He fucked the old woman's ass good.  She was practically frictionless
but so damn tight!

   Wendy's fingers flew across her engorged clit.  She shrieked wordlessly.
Gushing sprays of watery ejaculate soaked Jared from the chest down.

   Wendy shuddered and bucked as the orgasm persisted.

   Jared tried to ride out the cataclysm but the intensity of her orgasm
and the black-hole tightness of her rectum were too much.  More quickly
than he'd cum in years, Jarred shouted wordlessly and jerked against her
ass, flooding her bowels with seed.

   Even though she had cum fist, Wendy was still vibrating madly by the
time Jared was drained.  He stayed locked in her ass for long minutes as
her euphoric tension very slowly leached from her body.

   Jared's cock was limp by the time he let her legs drop.  They plopped
down like jelly.  Wendy was completely wrung out, unable to move.  Jared's
reduced member slipped easily from her dark orifice, saving her the trauma
of passing his enormous cockhead a second time.

   Jared fell onto the bed next to her, unconcerned about his soiled dick
for the moment.  "Holy cow." Was all he could say.

   In the complete silence that followed, as Wendy felt Jared's sperm
tickle against her anus trying to leak out, she worried.  She just couldn't
take a sexless life any more.  It was like a seal had been opened. 
Pandora's box.  What was she going to do?  She couldn't leave Hal...  she'd
make out very badly in a divorce and had no way of supporting herself. 
She'd never finished college...  she'd found the work difficult and
uninteresting.

   But all the old dangers of having affairs still applied.  She glanced at
Jared.  Such a wonderful man.  Emphasis on man.  He wasn't the macho type
and being below average in height and a little soft in the belly made him
seem like a wimp.

   But he was hell on wheels in the sack.  He had treated her sagging,
over-weight body like a wonderful gift and made her feel...  alive and
womanly and even loved.

   But it didn't matter.  Even if she got other chances to play with him...
she lived a thousand miles away!

   Jared noticed tears trailing from Wendy's eyes.  He cuddled up to her
and wrapped her in his arms.  "You okay?"

   Wendy wiped at her face.  "I'm fantastic.  I just don't know what I'm
going to do about the next twenty years of my life." When she didn't
elaborate, Jared just set his head against her shoulder and held her.

   **

   They were showered and dressed by 8am but they needn't have hurried. 
Stacey didn't come in the door until after eleven.  She still had the robe
on but it was open and she wore sweats underneath.  They were very tight
and short...  Helen's probably, Jared thought.

   They all stood around the kitchen just kind of staring at each other. 
"Everything go well?" Stacey asked.

   Wendy answered for them.  "It was wonderful.  Thank you so much." Stacy
got herself a glass of grapefruit juice, mostly to have something to do
with her hands.  "Did you uh..." Stacy was intensely curious about what her
husband and mother had gotten up to but couldn't bring herself to ask.

   Jared looked like he wanted to just be invisible and watch mother and
daughter deal with the new reality.  Wendy seemed more relaxed but wasn't
going to burden her generous daughter with too much information.  "Jared
was everything you promised.  I feel like a new woman."

   Stacy just nodded, blushing and sipping at her juice.  "I'm glad."

   Wendy didn't want to press her luck but also didn't want to miss
opportunities so she asked, "Are you going to let me spend some more time
with Jared again before I leave?" She would be in town until Sunday.

   Her daughter's hand shook for a moment.  Wendy was trying to be calm but
but Stacy could see a bright eagerness in her eyes.  It was clear that
Wendy had enjoyed herself a great deal.  "Ah..." she stammered.  "It's
f-fine with me.  We'll work something out." She nearly tipped the glass
trying to set it back on the counter.

   "I need a shower." She said, rushing out of the room.  "We can go to
lunch and then see that photography exhibit downtown.u

   Wendy and Jared exchanged looks of concern.  Jared said quietly, "I
don't think she's upset really, just embarrassed about talking to her
mother about sex."

   "I hope that's it.  We've never been open at all about it so yeah,
that's probably it."

   Stacy was so confused.  She kind of liked sharing Jared and has never
felt anything but growing love for him from doing so.  And she wanted her
mother to be happy.  She was genuinely unconcerned about the situation...

   The problem was she kept having these flashes of intense arousal when
she thought of them together...  followed by strange, gut churning guilt
and disgust about it.  She hated herself for the stupid hangups but really
needed to get them all out of the house and get some separation from the
situation for a while.

   **

   It was Friday.  Jared took the day off along with Stacy and all three
spent the day out seeing the sights.  They had dinner at a nice Chinese
place and saw a movie.  It was after ten before they got home and they were
all pretty tired.  Wendy said good night and went to the guest room.  Jared
and Stacy undressed and got into bed together.  They cuddled, murmuring
tiredly to one another and fell asleep pressed together like silverware.

   Not for the first time, Jared slowly woke in the middle of the night to
find his wife's hand stroking his rising cock.  Also not for the first
time, she was still asleep.  She was making adorable, sexy sounds as she
ground her beaver on his hip and jacked him off.

   He turned toward her more and took a nipple in his mouth.  Stacy's
delectable swollen tips were always so responsive.  Her mews became soft
cries.  Not really awake yet, her free hand dug against her mound.

   Jared rolled onto his wife, deftly sliding between her legs.  Her eyes
fluttered open and she smiled up at him and pulled his cock to her sex.  "I
love waking up to the real thing" she sighed as he penetrated her deeply.

   Her legs wrapped around his and her arms around his neck.  He humped her
with short, firm strokes while his tongue delved deeply into her mouth. 
Her breasts throbbed as he roughly gripped their delightful handfuls.

   When she climaxed minutes later she cried out loudly.  "Oh yes Jared,
more.  Fuck me more.  You make me cum so good!"

   In a tangle of sheets and appendages, they rolled and Stacy took the
dominant position.  She ground and bumped and swayed on top of him.  His
lightly calloused hands held her ass tightly and she whooped as she flicked
her clit.  "Like the way I ride you, stud?" she asked, her voice loud and
brash.

   She wanted her mother to hear.

   Twice more Stacy screamed as she came all over her husbands cock.  After
the second time she pulled herself off his meat.  Kneeling next to him
breathing hard, she frigged her clit.  She wanted to give him a few seconds
to cool down...  but the sight his glistening cock was just too good to
ignore.

   She leaned against the headboard.  "Come on baby, ride me like a bitch."

   Simply responding to her passion without thought, Jared squatted behind
his wife and rammed her dripping cunt.  "Then take it like a bitch!" he
shouted.

   "Oh god!  Yes, Yes, YES." Stacy screamed as Jared fucked her.  The bed
rocked and squeaked.  "Harder god damn it.  Fuck the shit out of me!" she
demanded.

   The bed started banging against the wall...  the wall shared with the
guest room.

   Through multiple orgasms, Stacy cursed and moaned and screamed.  Froth
built up around Jared's member as she creamed all over him again and again.

   Finally Stacy demeaned, "Cum for me baby.  Fill me up good.  Jizz my
snatch!" Her tight cunt flexed and gripped him even harder.

   Groaning, Jared surged against her ass cheeks and unloaded.

   Stacy screamed.  "Yes, you're doing it!  I can feel your hot stuff
filling me up.  Oh god!" and she came again.

   When Jared fell onto his back, Stacy was all over him.  "You so fucking
great.  Look at you baby.  You filled me up so good and your still hard. 
I'm married to the greatest stud in the world!"

   She sucked half his scummy cock into her mouth, moaning as the flavors
exploded in her mouth.  Then she slid up his body and stuck her tongue down
his throat.  He wrapped his arms around her head and sucked down the
juices. His cock throbbed, still granite-hard.

   Then, giggling softly, she whispered into his ear.  Jared chucked and
nodded.

   Leaning against the headboard again, Stacy demanded.  "Again baby. 
You're so fucking hard, just fucking pound me.  Ogh, yes!  That's it. 
Shit, yeah, fuck me!" She began banging the bed against the wall.

   But Jared was not embedded in his wife.  She was alone in the bed as he
padded to the door and out into the hallway, his dripping, rigid cock
leading the way.

   Wendy's door was framed in light.  He opened it quietly and peaked in.

   The big woman was sprawled out on her stomach, head near the wall the
pounding and gibberish emanated from.  Her hips were raised slightly and
Jared could see that both hands were under her body, frigging her hairy
pussy.

   He boarded the bed quickly and was pressed against her before she knew
what was happening.  Then he was inside her and she came immediately.  "Oh
god!" she moaned.

   Jared leaned over and said in her ear, "Stacy says we should make some
noise." Then he proceeded to powerfully fuck his mother-in-law.

   If anything, her cries were even louder and dirtier than her
daughter's...  and the wall threatened to crumble.

   When Jared tired, Wendy rode him hard.  Rode him right into the ground
and an hour later he was limp as a wash-rag.  When the room had been quiet
for a time Stacy called through the wall, "If you're done with my husband,
send him back over.  I want to have something to fuck when I wake up in a
couple hours!"

   Laughing and pushing Jared out of her bed, Wendy flopped happily back
onto her stomach and was asleep before Jared made it back to his wife.

   At around 8am, the entire sequence repeated itself though at a more
sedate pace that was all poor Jared could muster.

   That next day was Saturday.  The women left Jared to recuperate.  Wendy
decided to use her husband's charge card and treat Stacy to some cloths
shopping.

   Jared got very little rest Saturday night.  The two women sent him back
and forth; it's hard to say whether that night was more a tribute to
Jared's stamina or the alluring, arousing talents of the women.

   At one point, Stacy was alone with her hand on her clit listening to
Wendy and Jared through the wall when she heard her mother loudly demand,
"Now in my ass, stud.  That's right, just like yesterday morning.  I want
that fat cock in my ass!" The moans and continued begging went on until
Wendy screamed and Jared shouted, "You got it all, dirty girl.  I'm gonna
fuck your ass inside out!"

   Much later when Jared stumbled back into their bedroom, Stacy was at the
door to meet him.  "Did you really fuck my mother in the ass?" she asked.
He just nodded tiredly but Wendy shouted from the next room, "He sure did!
It was fantastic!"

   Stacy grabbed her husband by the arm and led him to the bathroom.  "Into
the shower, I'm not touching that thing until I soap it up personally."

   By dawn, nothing either of the woman could do would raise Jared again.
They all slept in late and were simply too worn and sore to resume anything
before Wendy's flight later in the day.

   On the drive to the airport, the women made plans for Wendy's next
visit. Wendy would would just tell Hal that she missed her daughter... 
what could he possibly have to be suspicious of?