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.’