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   From: ibshamlat@gmail.com   
      
   Polly and I have had a good marriage for four years now,   
   although lately she's been hinting about starting a   
   family. Oh, I want one as well, but I think we must be   
   sure we can afford one. I'm making a decent salary at   
   this stage, but we just bought a house and I'm not sure   
   we can afford for her to quit her job while we have a   
   baby added to the equation yet.   
      
   We don't have any family nearby that might be of any   
   help. I'm not sure what help I expected. I grasped at   
   straws. My folks are divorced. My Mom, believe it or   
   not, married some guy in Denmark. My Dad bagged   
   everything and took what he could from the divorce   
   settlement to buy a party boat in Florida and takes   
   charters or day trippers out into the Gulf for some big   
   fish.   
      
   Both my brother and sister got married and moved out   
   west. Don went to Vegas and Lana and her husband moved   
   to Texas. However Polly's family, what there is of it,   
   still live nearby. Her father died in Afghanistan doing   
   his time as an activated Reserve Sergeant. That left her   
   mother, Sarah and her younger sister, Bianca. We had not   
   a lot of help there and none from my side.   
      
   This stuff weighed on my mind. I had no response for   
   Polly and I knew she has hopes that I will before to   
   long. I considered a second job, but I have strong   
   personal reservations against one. I want to be a father   
   involved with raising his child, not a stranger while   
   the children grow up. I'm a twenty-first century father,   
   not nineteenth century.   
      
   Saturday mornings I played for a local amateur soccer   
   team. For a couple of hours I could forget our family   
   dilemma while I played on defense. The day proved to be   
   a very hot day. Racing back and forth left me covered in   
   perspiration when the game ended. There were no showers,   
   so like everyone else, I headed directly home to wash   
   the sweat and stink off me.   
      
   I felt such a relief as the water poured over me and   
   washed the grime away. I soaped up my body and had a   
   final rinse. While there I decided to shave. I had this   
   niggling thought in my head that there had to be   
   something special about today, but too tired to divine   
   what it is.   
      
   Finished in the shower, I ran a comb through my hair,   
   wrapped myself in a robe and stepped out in the hallway.   
   This is an old Cape Cod home, built before Master Suites   
   became de rigeur. I wish we had an en suite arrangement.   
   But is suited the two of us well enough.   
      
   I almost leapt out of my robe when Polly snuck up behind   
   me and grabbed my shoulders. She laughed and said, "Were   
   you expecting someone. You jumped pretty high."   
      
   I pretended to be angered and snootily said, "I   
   certainly didn't expect to be attacked in the hall way.   
   Why are you acting so giddily about?"   
      
   "Shhh, be quiet." Then she guided me to the closed door   
   of the bedroom at the opposite end of the hall from   
   ours. She halted me at the door and said, "I have a   
   surprise for you. Now close your eyes until I say you   
   can open them."   
      
   I laughed cautiously. I had no expectation of what might   
   be on the other side. A sudden thought, well, maybe more   
   a wish, gave me a hope that it would be Bianca on the   
   other side. I long had a fantasy of a threesome with   
   Polly and Bianca even before we were married. Bianca is   
   petite and as cute as a kitten. Sweet face atop a slight   
   body with nice curves completed her picture. Well, maybe   
   I should mention her long cinnamon colored hair, which   
   accented her green eyes.   
      
   Polly opened the door. I kept my eyes close. I still had   
   hopes. She guided me deeper into the room. "Okay, you   
   can open them now."   
      
   I did and almost pissed on myself. Her mother casually   
   sat on the bed without a stitch of clothing on. I   
   couldn't take my eyes off her. I didn't notice when   
   Polly tugged my belt loose and helped my robe fall to   
   the floor.   
      
   I figured Sarah is in her mid forties, but she looked   
   much younger. She has large grey eyes that were ogling   
   me with a sensual glint at the moment. She had a strange   
   smile on her lips that made me think of wolf outside a   
   chicken pen. Her blond hair hung in long bangs over her   
   forehead with the rest pulled back in her usual pony   
   tail. It made her look younger.   
      
   She's slender like Polly. In fact they could pass for   
   sisters. Her large round tits were low on her chest but   
   as firm as Polly's. I wanted to touch and lick them. Her   
   legs were open so I could see what she offered. She had   
   a long, lovely pussy. Her pubes were trimmed in a   
   runway.   
      
   I woke up when Polly hit me on my back. She whispered in   
   my ear. "I bet you forgot that today is my mother's   
   birthday. I promised her a birthday she would never   
   forget. You will provide her with that birthday joy. I'm   
   leaving now and closing the door. Be good to my mom or   
   I'll make you pay."   
      
   She waited patiently to see what I would do. What could   
   I do? I always liked my mother-in-law, but this seemed a   
   bit extreme. I gave in. I bent over and took her head in   
   my hands and kissed her. Her lips parted and my tongue   
   slipped in to explore her mouth. I don't know what she   
   took, but she tasted really good.   
      
   Sarah put her arms around me and pulled me into a tight   
   embrace. I found the position uncomfortable for me. I   
   leaned against her and pushed down on the bed. I licked   
   the line of her chin and lip chewed an earlobe. She   
   sighed. I warmed to the task. I trailed kisses down her   
   neck and across her upper chest until I reached those   
   round globes. I kissed them both, licked her nipples and   
   sucked them, one at a time, into my mouth. When I gently   
   bit one nipple, she moaned.   
      
   I glanced up at her face. She had her mouth open and   
   eyes closed. Pleasure colored her face. I trailed kisses   
   down to her mound and over her sweet smelling pussy. Her   
   legs spread wide open like the gates to a fortress. Her   
   labia were unfolded. I could see her clit peeking out   
   from under its hood. I moved to the target. I licked,   
   kissed and sucked on that sensitive nubbin.   
      
   Her breathing became a bit ragged and her hips rotated   
   in time with my sucking action. I left her clit alone to   
   lick the length of her channel and explored the entrance   
   to her vagina. I worked my tongue back to the clit and   
   slipped a finger into her vagina. She groaned when I   
   found her G-spot. She's not as tight as her daughter so   
   I immediately slipped two more fingers inside. Her   
   vaginal muscles were massaging my fingers.   
      
   Her breathing sped up and I could feel her tummy   
   tighten. I could hardly believe that Mom came ready and   
   experienced a hard but quiet climax. It lasted a long   
   few seconds. As she regrouped, I return to her breasts.   
      
   Mom grabbed my head and urged me up to hers. She kissed   
   me hard and deep. She breathed out to say, "Put your   
      
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