His left hand grasped an empty beer bottle by the neck. He brought the bottle to the lips of his wife's waiting pussy. The bottle was large end first ...s it contacted her flesh. Sterling pushed and rotated that bottle. The brown bottle mashed the lips at the entrance of her vagina as she moaned in discomfort. Sterling pushed harder, reaching down with his left hand to help spread the lips of her pussy. Suddenly, her vagina yawned open to accept the glass intruder and Susan yelped in sudden. "Let's slow down a bit,” he said. “I want to enjoy you a while longer."He stroked my cock, a slow and lazy motion that kept me erect and wanting more. Once more he licked the end of my cock, nibbled on my foreskin, and fondled my nuts with one hand while holding my cock in the other. My balls shrank up into my nut sack as he rolled them around. Again, he engulfed my cock and was soon bobbing up and down. His rhythm became faster. He seemed to be in a hurry now, needing my release into his eager. He began to pump in and out of her, squeezing her firm hips in his hands as he pulled her onto him, her ass rippling with each thrust. Oh my fucking God this is good, he said. He pulled out his cock to see her wet cunt juice glistening on it and rubbed it around her ass, then slid it back into her cunt, she moaned as he pounded in and out of her, their skin slapping together, him rubbing his hands over her ass and hips as the heat in the room became enough for them both to sweat. She stood up. I thought I was lucky to see so much of mother naked and partially dressed. However, she was living out her fantasy to expose herself to me. Only the strictures of the societal taboos on incest kept her from pursuing her long ago fantasy. Her stroke removed those inhibitions.“Mom! Are you okay?”Her hand passed between us and she stroked my cock with her open palm.“I’m more than okay I have been in years! I used to rummage through your clothes hamper, looking for underwear you had wet dreams in..