She would lean across the table to look, giving me a close up view of her terrific cleavage. Her skin was very pale and free of blemishes and her tits...were making my dick hard. We were both slightly d***k and toasted from the pot by this time. I brought out the lingerie photos and she loved them, saying ‘I never thought I could look this sexy – you know I’m almost 60 years old.’ I was floored. I knew she was an older woman, but maybe 40, never 60. I was 25. The Scotch loosened her inhibitions. What I saw next stopped me in my tracks. There on the bed was my mother-in-law, squealing in what I could only assume was pain as the nipples on her soccer ball size tits were being pulled upward by her daughter. The squeal was muffled due to the fact that my wife was straddling her mom's face. Since my wife was naked, her robe lying next to her, I soon realized she was rubbing her pussy directly in her mom's face. If that wasn't enough, my son was standing at the side of the bed between his. By now, I was rock hard, enjoying the challenge. I could hear him ask, "Where are you? Have you been to your Mother's yet?"I grinned ear to ear as she only had one hand to fend off the attack of both of mine as I pinched at her nipples and played with her pussy hair."No," she answered. Then thinking on her feet, she told him the clothes weren't quite dry when she got here, so she had to wait, and that delayed her. "When are you going to be back here? I want to go eat." I heard him say.She. Once she started doing that, and I knew she was having fun with it too, when I knew no one else could see me, I reached over and put a hand on her bare thigh, right below her hemline. She was wearing a tight skirt, and it had ridden up until half her thigh was exposed. I only left it there for a second, before pulling it back."I miss you, Karen." I said it really quietly, so only she could hear me. "I shouldn't have told your parents that I'd stay away from you. Do you ever think about me?"She.