My wife Mary is quite a few years older than me (seven to be exact), and we started out as fuck buddies and were always together because we both were insatiable when it came to sex. We both just wanted to fuck all the time, and it worked out that we discovered that not only did we fuck well together. We actually got along quite well, and after 4-5 years of at minimum daily fucking, we ended up getting married. Mary was above average height for a woman, about 5'9", and well built. She had above average sized breasts, and nice thick thighs, which gave her a statuesque look when we first met - Diana the Huntress style, but less Hollywood than that. She has a pretty face, not gorgeous, but her smile is as wide as my arm is long, and her visage sparkled when it came out.
This story occurs when she was 45 and I was 38, so from the time I met when I was 25 and she was 32, time had taken its toll - a few extra pounds here, a bit more sag there, but she wears it proportionally. She still has the same shape as before, just a little bit larger. Throw her into a tight pair of jeans and a sweater, and she is popping to look at. Add her brown-blond hair and her grey eyes, and she is as fine a specimen as a regular old guy like me would ever aspire to.
I am 38 now, and come in a normal 6', 180lb model. I work out a bit, don't run, so while not "dad bod", I don't sport a 6-pack, either. I could peel off 10 lbs and look amazing naked, I think, but I just haven't gone to the extra effort. Brown hair, brown eyes, and a normal old average 6" below the belt. I am starting to sprout a few grey hairs along the temples, and Mary makes fun of me when people think I am older than her, which happens 80% of the time. She doesn't wear makeup, and I think that factors in, as her skin is smooth as can be, and when she flashes that smile, it drops 10 years off her appearance.
Mary's mother Brandi was only 19 years older than Mary. Brandi is a tiny little thing, only 5'2" (she claims 5'4", but she's lying), but has the same out of proportion chest that Mary obviously got from her mother. At 64, she probably weighs 110 lbs, tops, probably less, but I am not stupid enough to ask. She has that short girl build that I adore, large chest and wide hips but a petite little waist, even if a bit puffy in the belly area. She'd been married and divorced 4 times over the years, and was again on her own. She has always accepted us being together, even with the age difference, unlike the vast majority of our families, wagging their fingers and tongues about us to the point we just stopped being around them much. This really took its toll on us at first, but we grew stronger together through all the negativity, and counted on each other for everything. I trust her fully and vice versa. It really was "Us vs. The World." That being said, Mary's mother Brandi and her Aunt Margy were the only two to really take me in as part of the family, and I enjoyed their company. They would tease me about my "older woman syndrome" whenever we hung out together, and I would laugh it off until it hit me that I did in fact, enjoy older women's company more, and even found them more attractive to me than a younger model would. It never even occurred to me before that I liked older women, even though I had been fucking one for the past 8 years of marriage and 5 years before that.
Brandi lived alone now, in a small little 2 bedroom house across town. Mary and I had been saving and scrimping for 5 years for our own house, and that was finally about to pay off. We had just finished signing a contract to have our own home built, so we had to sell our current place quickly to be able to afford it. We put our house up for sale, and we had an offer by the end of the first weekend, with a quick closing. Our build a house project was going to take 6-9 months, and we had to move out in 30 days. Brandi immediately offered her spare bedroom to us for the duration, no questions asked, no rent required. We jumped at the chance, so much less of a hassle than trying to find a lease for less than 12 months anywhere.
The first few days after moving in were uneventful, as we sort of tiptoed around, getting used to living with my mother in law, and she getting used to living with a sexually active married couple. Mary and I tried to fuck quietly the first few nights we were there, but then we went out one night and came home with a bit of a buzz on. Brandi was in bed, and we ended up clawing at each other's clothes and bodies as we made it into our bedroom, where I proceeded to go down on her sweet pussy for what seemed like hours, and Mary must have been pent up, as she came 3 times, when she usually stops after one, and on the third, she loudly begged me to fuck her. I jumped up and proceeded to enter her as she came again and again. Possibly due to the alcohol, I lasted quite a long time, and we rotated between missionary, doggie, cowgirl, and finally she let me slip it up her ass and I finally finished deep in her. I remember looking at the clock, and we had come into the house around 11:30PM, and it was past 3AM when I finally came. We passed out, worn and sore, and we laid in bed until almost noon. Mary got up first, and I rolled over, not sure if I were going to get up, or lay in bed longer.
I heard Mary and her mom talking in the kitchen, "Welcome back to life! Nice of you to see the morning"
Mary, "Yeah, we stayed up late last night."
"Sounded like you had fun, at least!"
"Mom! I'm sorry, we didn't even..."
"It's OK, you like sex, Kord likes sex, I like sex, everyone likes sex. It happens."
"Oh, sorry, Mom. We might have got carried away."
"It was fine, I kind of enjoyed listening for a bit. Memories and all."
I stumbled up to the smell of coffee.
"Hey Mom." I mumbled out.
"Hey stud!"
"Grunt"
"Well, my daughter is a lucky girl, getting laid like that."
"Grunt"
"Mom!" Mary said again, in exasperation.
"Well, I just wanted to say, don't stop what you do because of me. I'm no stranger to sex."
I sipped my coffee slowly, and headed into the other room to watch TV and nursed my tiredness and slight hangover. Pretty sure I worked out all the alcohol the night before, but still had a slight headache.
Mary and I had sex a little quieter the next few nights, but we weren't silent. After another week, we didn't even worry about it anymore, and just lived like we normally did at our own place. We even did it out on the living room sofa one night, and I could have sworn I heard something coming from the kitchen area, but I may have been hearing things, as when I glanced back, there was no one there. Probably just 'old house creaking as it settles' noises.
The next Friday morning, we all had errands or places to go, Mary and I to work, Brandi to the doctor, and then the yacht club (it sounds fancy, but it is just a bar next to the marina where people tie up their boats) to meet with Brandi's sisters for lunch, and we had to share the one bathroom to get ready. Normally Brandi had been putting on her makeup in the bathroom, but she had moved everything over to a little vanity in her bedroom once we moved in, to save counter space in that little bathroom, and to take less time in the bathroom getting ready.
Brandi got out of the bath, and opened our door and sort of leaned in, "Ok, bathroom is all yours."
"Ok thanks.... MOM!!!!" Mary exclaimed. "You're not wearing anything!"
"Oh, he's seen breasts before. Stop being silly."
I was staring, because "TITS!!!" and I was mesmerized by how full they are for a 64 year old woman.
"Not YOURS!" Mary protested.
"Oh stop it. No one cares about seeing an old ugly woman naked."
She left the door open, and then came back, and stood directly in the doorway, fully naked. I saw that she has a bit of a pot belly shape to her, but her hips were still visible, just a bit more rounded than they were when she was my age. Her bush was trimmed but almost invisible, not sure whether due to being blond or grey, but it was definitely hairy. Mary had been shaving the last couple of years, so this was a nice change of scenery.
"Oh hey, we will be at the club at around 1:30 and are going to play cards until at least 4:30, if you guys want to come over after work and meet us. I know Margy will like it if you stop by Kord," she smiled playfully. Margy is a cougar and an outrageous flirt. Nothing crazy ever happened, but let's just say that a nice peck on the cheek at holiday time may have been a tongue twister with a nice cock squeeze, or a whisper in the ear over my shoulder as she rubs her breasts on my back. Mary always liked it when Margy was around, because she knew I would be nice and horny and ready to go later when we got home, plus she knew Aunt Margy was harmless.
"Stop teasing the poor man, Mom!"
Brandi smiled sadly, "Nothing here to tease with," and turned away, walking away, swaying a bit as I watched her ass jiggle back and forth. Holy crap. I was getting a boner from my wife's mom.
I was about to go into the bathroom when my work phone rang. I picked it up, and started talking, Mary was sitting on the bed in front of me, and she reached out and felt my dick through my boxers.
She giggled as she felt its hardness and started rubbing it as I talked to the site manager I was going to visit today. She reached into my boxers and started stroking me, making it difficult to concentrate on the call. I finally agreed to meet him at the site in an hour, and hung up.
"Mary, what the hell was that?"
She smiled. "You don't like it? Want me to stop?"
She stopped stroking me, and I felt her hand start to release.
"NO! Keep going."
She smiled even more, and looked up at me as I started down at her hand stroking my cock inside my shorts. I could see the glint in her eye, that mischievous look.
"What?"
"You got hard looking at my mom's tits." She whispered.
"No,"
"Don't lie to me. Tell me."
"Yes."
"Yes what?"
"Yes, I got hard looking at her tits."
"You're bad." She kept stroking, and I was so horny now, I just want to cum.
"I'm bad."
"Why are you bad?"
"I was looking at your moms tits"
"That's right, you like her tits, don't you?"
"Hmm mmm"
"I cant hear you. Do you like her tits?"
"Yes. I like her tits."
"Why?"
