Actually, she was being quite accommodating about bending over my dining room table and allowing me to pull her panties well out of the field of fire ...as I turned her delectable ass cheeks into a nice shade of red right in front of her excited daughter.“Oh, mom, I can do that. You don’t have to take the spanking instead of me. What if daddy sees your ass all red like that? Please don’t tell him it was to sell our cookies or he will be cross with the both of us and you know what that means after. Thanks to their juices, the area was very wet, and he slowly pressed forward. Sarah felt his cock slide between her legs, rubbing her pussy on the way. She heard him moan again while she tried to hide her own breathing. He slowly started to fuck her thighs using all the lubrication from their arousals. Each time he pushed forward he stimulated her clit. His penis sleekly rubbed against the outside of her pussy, and with each stroke, she felt her get hornier. She couldn’t believe she was. “You mother fucking bastard! How come it took you so long to fuck me? Wasn’t I good enough for you? God damn it! You didn’t have to force me! You could have been a little gentler with me.” I was shocked by what I was hearing from my mother-in-law, a woman I had considered a dried up old prune. “I didn’t want my wife to find out that I was trying to make up my mind to fuck you, you slut. And damn it, I did have to fuck you to put you in your fucking place!”“Mani? It was her fucking idea to have. Then Molly said, "OK. Come by in about ten minutes. Don't ring the bell, in case Sarah really is sleeping. Just knock on the door, lightly. I'll hear it."Ten minutes later, we were walking up the street to the IHOP. Molly was wearing teeny white shorts and a little button-shirt that was vivid green and went beautifully with her red hair."You look wonderful in green," I blurted."Thank you," she said. "It's a good color for someone with my -- coloring." Yes." I got quiet, thinking about Molly's.