"If you had been a better wife I would have lubed you, but you deserve it dry bitch," I said as I began forcing my cock into her pussy. It felt wonder...ul. One thrust, two fuck, three slams and I was in. It felt so good... until Susan woke up and started screaming."What the Fuck are you doing, JOHN! Get off of me, you're raping me?! That's it, that's the last straw, you sick bastard." My mind was spinning, how could she be awake after taking 4 sleeping pills? Then I looked at the nightstand. She. “Yes”, he said.“What do you want me to do?”“Well, I am thinking of you holding Fred like that.”“That is a lot farther along than a New Year’s kiss, even a New Orleans one,” I whispered. “Is that what you really want me to do?”I’m pretty sure “Mmmmm” was an affirmative answer.Well it was for his birthday, if it was a fantasy he enjoyed I’d play along.I kissed his chest, his belly, moved lower. “Is this what you want me to do too?” I said as my lips found their way up his shaft.“And this?”And I. "Ohhhh fuck me, screw me... oh dad... I'm cumming, I'm cumming" Yeah baby. Dad's gonna cum inside your tight hot pussy. Feel it babe... feel it coming inside you."Grandpa released her boobs and gripped her waist. With his shear power, he lifted her off the rock. Mom's legs were now in air, dangling on his sides and his cock was now moving more furiously inside her cunt. Mom lifted her legs backward and tried to grip his thighs. Her tits were flopping uncontrollably with every wild thrust of my. It had started from a quite innocent conversation prompted by a guy we both knew who had been ripped off at a strip joint. She had wondered why men like strip clubs and I had told her about one of my very few visits to one in Phoenix. I told her the girls were mostly university students working their way through college; Nice, bright, intelligent girls with stunning looks and bodies to die for. And how touching was strictly prohibited, but how sometimes there might be some “private room.