"Now, lower her panties!"
Liz ordered her husband with a stern voice.
As delicious an idea as it was to Frank, he had to hesitate. After all it was his own 57-year old mother's panties that he was just instructed to take off.
"Come on, Frank! What are you waiting for?"
"You need help with that?"
Liz urged again.
After swallowing couple of deep breaths, Frank finally brought himself to nudge his two thumbs inside both sides of his mother's white cotton panties. With trembling hands, Frank rushed to bring her panties down.
"Not so fast, Frank!"
"Remember this was my fantasy to begin with. Let me enjoy my eye candies."
His wife instructed again stoically.
As Frank slowly lowered his mother's cotton panties, deep murky sour aroma from his mother's triangular mound started filling the leather sofa area where Liz and Frank initiated their dirty threesome. Both let out quiet moans when Sherry's vagina area finally came into their view - rich with deep dark auburn thick hairs and mysterious labyrinth of joy canal hiding underneath.
Liz took her mouth off Sherry's earlobe area and brought it to give her husband a deep kiss while still gently kneading Sherry's left breast over her white bras. This was just too much for Frank and at this point his immediate goal was not to explode prematurely. He had to mentally labor really hard not to shoot his load off all over his mother and wife.
Ah, is this really happening to us right now? A forbidden dream that in no shape or form is allowed to take place in normal society? The kind of dream that one can only read in some dirty magazine? In front of our own eyes? On top of our favorite leather sofa? Liz and Frank wondered simultaneously.
Of course. Why not? After all, just a while ago, Frank was allowed to kiss, touch, fondle and grope, as much as he wanted to, the old woman whom he dreamed of having for some 20 years now. He then was allowed to grab her skirts and raise them to her warm belly area. Afterward he was allowed to lower her panties down to her knee area – for him and his wife to see and smell her glorious mound. Soon the occasion would call Frank to stick his virile cock deep inside that gorgeous bushy mound!
Frank and Liz never felt this high and this exciting in all of their life.
Drugs, money, sex until now - they all paled in comparison.
But what was even more exciting was the undeniable fact that Sherry too started realizing her gradual but sure-footed arousal within herself.
Dog-on-it, Sherry was the natural mother of Frank. She never knew any other men intimately in her life other than her husband. She was always the perfect prim wife who devoted herself to raising her children and other proper domestic duties. Conservative and almost uptight , Sherry was the perfect mother who always acted in loving motherly grace.
Shouldn't this prim woman be doing everything within her power to defend her honor against rude intruders who aim to sordidly ruin her life-long reputation as a clean woman? Shouldn't she be risking her own life to do so?
But so far Sherry wasn't able to bring herself to offer any kind of real resistance but to lie down on her back on that sexy decadent leather sofa .. with her blouse unbuttoned, her skirt raised all the way to her belly and her panties rolled down to her knees.
Gosh, when would this nightmare ever end? Sherry thought to herself.
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Well, the nightmare for Sherry all started just three months ago when her husband Dan was charged with involuntary manslaughter for running over a school kid while under the influence of alcohol. With overwhelming evidences against him, he got 25 years in jail despite hiring expensive lawyers et al.
Even before having a chance to grieve her beloved husband's jailing, Sherry was hit with harsh financial realities that awaited her. Most of their life savings went to Dan's legal expenses. Sherry realized that she can afford to live with current mortgage payments and living expenses for another 5 months at the most. Being a prim housewife all her life, Sherry wouldn't be able to land a decent paying job. No way! Sherry became a woman of dire serious worry and distress. She hardly slept each night. The thought of hitting street in just a few months horrified her to no end. She sobbed every day and night since the jailing of her husband. But no amount of crying changed her harsh realities. Sherry will be homeless and living the life of a beggar in a short few months time...
Being only son to his mother and always imbued with strange hard-to-describe feelings toward her, Frank was already thinking of ways to help her out of her tragic situation. Although not rich, Frank saw no problem absorbing her mother's financial woes.
It was during this turbulent time that his young wife Liz suddenly said something clueless to her husband Frank.
"I think we got her. Finally." His wife said in a calm voice.
"Got who? Honey." Frank replied uninterestedly.
"Who is who? You silly."
"I mean a woman named your mother."
"We got her alright. Looks like she has nowhere else to go." Frank said jokingly.
"Come on Frank. I mean we finally got her in a situation where we can do anything we want with her!" The young wife replied with a racy tone.
"So what do you want to do with her, honey?" Frank again replied uninterestedly.
"I always wanted to see that gorgeous bitch being driven hard by a young cock!" Retorted the young wife bluntly.
"I want to see you stick that cock of yours deep inside her soft bottom mound for me!" Continued the young wife.
