" Charles Adams, or Chuck as he thought of himself, had finally had enough."Damn it" he thought "I'm 35 years old I shouldn't have to worry about my m...ther finding cum stains in my bed." But he figured this is what happens when you live at home. As he left his childhood and now adult room and tromped down stairs to the kitchen, he again lamented the fact that he was laid off at the local freightliner factory. If those corporate pencil pushers would have paid me more I could have afforded a. And for the next six months we did it quite regularly, even more after I bought Christine an engagement ring. Christ, I was besotted with the woman; she had a beautiful face and a figure to die for. On top of that, she was intelligent. Well, I thought so at the time.The only bug in the ointment was the witch. Or the dragon, or whatever other derogatory term you can come up with. It was the night that I asked Christine to marry me that I first met her mother. Well no, that isn’t exactly true,. It was the beginning of a series of orgasms that threw her almost into convulsions; she screamed and moaned and cried and groaned and came, over and over and over again. Ben and I continued to rock in and out of her, prolonging her pleasure. She shook and shuddered and burst and shattered, on and on and on. Finally, she lay back against the headboard and smiled.“Come up here, lovers, I want to make you cum with my mouth.”We knelt on either side of her face, our cocks trembling with the need to. She grabbed him and started tickling. Within minutes they were wrestling on the floor, each tickling the other and laughing. Marguerite came out of the kitchen and watched the two of them rolling around the floor. Putting her hands on her hip, Marguerite said, “Children, stop that fighting!”Still laughing, Ed and Kelly broke apart and lay on the floor looking up at Marguerite. She was looking down on them like a mother telling her teenage daughter that she had to clean her room. When she.