Wife’s Mom, Part 3, by Luvold
SUNDAY AFTERNOON AND EVENING
Marge blushed and said, ‘Let’s go to your apartment and make the best use of our time.’
We drained our iced teas. I left a ten-dollar bill for the waiter and went to get my car.
During the 20-minute drive to my apartment, Marge squeezed the biceps of my right arm, and rubbed my thighs. She gently pressed on my crotch and felt my hard on. Marge looked in my eyes and said, ‘Some body has a nice body. Some body is also excited. Yummmmmm. I love it.’
All I could do was grin at Marge’s open flirting. I was grateful that Marge was a playful, horny woman.
We parked my car in the apartment garage and walked hand in hand to my apartment quickly. I put Sally’s present on the dresser in Marge’s bedroom. Marge went to the bathroom to pee and change. After peeing and cleaning up, I put on a robe and waited for Marge in the living room.
Marge came out of her bedroom wearing just the white tank top. With an impish smile, she announced, ‘It’s too hot for thigh highs, panties, and garters. What do you think Mark’’
I stood up, removed my robe, threw it aside, and said, ‘I agree it is too hot. I think we don’t need any clothing.’
I had developed a moderate, not a raging, hard on. Marge was blushing and grinning at the same time. I went up to her, took hold of her tank top with my two hands at her waist, and said, ‘Here Marge, can I take it off’ Please.’ Marge nodded her consent. She raised her arms straight up, and I pulled the tank top over her head and threw it on top of my robe. Both Marge and I were naked as the proverbial jaybirds.
Marge squealed as I grabbed her at the waist and lifted her up in the air as if she was a ballerina. I turned very slowly several times with Marge high in the air. She spread out her hands as if she was a flying bird. After I put her down on the floor, I whispered, ‘Marge, remember you were letting me examine you in the bedroom before we went shopping. Please, please, I would like to do that now.’
Marge blushed and replied coyly, ‘Yes, Mark, I agreed to let you see me. What do you want me to do’’
I replied, ‘Honey. Come and sit in this stuffed chair.
Marge looked at me inquisitively. She sat in the chair straight up. I kneeled in front of her. I placed her right foot in my lap and gently massaged each toe, her heel, and arch. Marge closed her eyes and said, ‘Oh Mark that feels very good.’
I massaged her right calf and thigh. I repeated the toe to thigh massage on her left leg. Marge had smooth, tapered legs. Obviously, Marge had good grooming habits. I found a scar on her left knee. I asked her, ‘How did you get this’’
She replied, ‘I fell down in a cross country race when I was in high school.’
I asked, ‘Were you good in athletics’’
‘I had talent; must have inherited it from Mom and Dad. Dad ran track in college and Mom played tennis for the same college. They met at a reception for athletes. I did not do much after high school.’
Marge, ‘I met your Mom couple of times. I imagine she keeps in shape playing tennis. How old is she’ About 68’’
‘Mark she is 77 years old. She is in good shape. She does not even color her hair like many women her age. Dad still walks couple of miles three times a week. He is 78 years old. It’s all in the genes one inherits.’
After a few seconds, I said, ‘You know it means that you inherited excellent genes. If you continue to take care of yourself, you will be able to lead an active life. Probably even when you are 85 to 90 years old. It also means, we may be still ----.’ I stopped myself and did not finish the sentence.
Marge smiled, nodded her head, and said, ‘Yes, I think I know what you are saying. As couples get old, age difference becomes less important.’
Ever the realist, Marge continued, ‘We will cross that bridge when we come to it.’
I started rubbing Marge’s thighs from her knees to her crotch. They were firm. There was no trace of cellulite. Marge continued to enjoy the massage.
Marge’s pussy was glistening with sexual secretions. I rubbed her crotch without touching her pussy for a few minutes. I was done with my inspection. I wanted to eat her pussy, but did not want to leave stains on the chair. Also, I wanted to try something different. So I said, ‘Marge honey, would you like to fuck my mouth and face with your pussy’ We have not done that, but it is not too difficult and you will have control on where you want to be licked. We do need a bed with a headboard. Let’s go into your bedroom.’
Marge blushed and said, ‘I am willing to try your creative games. Let me get some tissues and the beach towel, just in case we need them.’
I lay down on Marge’s bed and waited for her. Marge came back with tissues and the beach towel, smiled, and asked, ‘Ok lover what am I doing’’
I replied, ‘Marge, yesterday you straddled my crotch. Today, please straddle my face. The plan is for me to suck your pussy and clit. You can control your pleasure by moving about. Grasp the headboard with your hands to leverage your crotch movements. Ahem, there is one more thing; while you are gyrating on my face, I get to play with your boobs.’
Marge blushed and said in an admiring tone, ‘I should have known that you were going to get your hands on my boobs one way or the other. It’s unbelievable all the naughty things you have done to me and making me do.’
I replied, ‘Marge. I love you very much. But, I feel tingly every time I am near you. I can’t keep my hands off of your body. I know it is partly lust. I am having the best time of my life. I know life is short. I am very glad that I am able to love you for a few days.’
As Marge got up on the bed, she looked into my eyes, and said: ‘Mark, I am enjoying being loved by you and making love to you. I love you very much.’
Marge straddled my face carefully; still at first she sat awkwardly on my face with my nose going into her cunt. Marge squealed in surprise with the unexpected invasion. Soon, she was able to move her pussy and clit on my mouth. She gave me specific instructions. Such as, ‘Mark, suck my cunt,’ ‘Suck my clit,’ ‘Pinch my left nipple,’ or ‘Squeeze both my boobs.’
It was heavenly sexual stimulation. First, Marge’s cushiony thighs were continuously smothering both sides of my face. Second, there was copious flow from Marge’s pussy that I sucked and swallowed as best as I could. Some of it smeared my face, eyelids, and hair providing the best aroma a man can hope for. Third, I had close up view of Marge’s crotch, especially pussy hair. Fourth, I was able to reach up with both of my hands and squeeze Marge’s 38D boobs, and pinch her nipples.
Marge began to mumble incoherently, and came again and again. She hissed, ‘Oh Mark. Mark. I’m cummmmming. Cummmming.’
She scooted backwards on me until she felt my hard cock on her ass, and the collapsed on me. She left a trail of her pussy juices. Marge grinned when she saw my face covered with her cum and kissed my mouth. Shee fell asleep while I held her tenderly. After about 20 minutes, she woke up with a satisfied look and went to the bathroom. I also got out of bed to pee and wash up.
I was sitting in the living room in my robe, when Marge came in with a huge grin said, ‘Mark, this room and the bedroom are reeking with the smell of sex. I am going to open a window to let in fresh air.’
I said, ‘Opening a window alone may not be enough. I will also burn candles or incense sticks to mask it.’
Marge sat next to me; she had her robe on. She squeezed my cock, looked at me, and said playfully, ‘Mark, I am sorry I fell asleep on you and you did not cum yet. The oral sex was great, but I was tired.’
I said, ‘Marge honey, it’s ok. I can wait. I will make love to you after dinner. After that, I am sure I will sleep well.’
Marge then said, ‘Mark, I just realized that you always let me come first. You are so considerate. I really love you. I am sure you are very horny. It will be fun to see what you will do to me this evening.’
I said, ‘Thanks, Marge. Loving you gives me great pleasure.’ I then hugged her, groped her boobs, and kissed her on the neck.
Marge got out of my grasp, and said, ‘Changing the subject. How about a light supper as we are traveling tomorrow’ How does soup and sandwich sound’ Actually, I want half a sandwich. What else do you want’’
I said, ‘I suggest you finish the bottle of wine we opened on Friday; I don’t think there is much left. If necessary, I can have a beer. Can I help you get supper ready’’