FAT UGLY MOTHER-IN-LAW

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FAT UGLY MOTHER-IN-LAWTHIS HAPPENED IN 1990The wife and I had been married for four years and she said to me one day “I want you to fuck my mum”, I looked horrified, and she wasn’t an attractive woman, far too overweight for her 5’1” frame and spoke as coarse as the next man. “I want you to fuck her but she can’t see or touch you”. I eventually relented and said “When” she replied “Whenever”.Three months later we were in town and Donna said “I’ll have a look round you go to my mum’s and wait for me” winking as she said it. I arrived at my mother-in-laws and she was on her own doing the washing in the cellar. I went down and she was bent over the washer, she was wearing a black skirt and a black top, she was still as ugly.She lived with a man but he was a bastard but wouldn’t kick him out but we knew she never had sex. I came up behind her as she bent over and playfully ran türkçe bahis my hand over her bum, she jumped up with a start and laughing she told me to “Fuck off”. As I stood there I brought my hands up towards her tits, which were also massive, and said “You want sex right now?”She turned around and said “What about your wife, my daughter” I replied “She doesn’t need to know”, she smiled at me and turned back to what she was doing. I slipped my hands up the outside of her top from behind and fondled her massive tits. She carried on with the washing and said “Ok, where?” and I said “In the attic”.She turned around and faced me “Ok” she said and walked towards the stairs, as she walked in front of me I rubbed her bum, when we reached the kitchen she smiled again and I was getting hard. Then we went up the stairs to the 1st floor and I put my hand under her skirt and felt poker oyna her bum, when we were on the landing she turned to me and said “Ok”.As we started up the stairs to the attic my hand was under her skirt and rubbing her crotch from behind, as she stood on each step I ran my finger down her gash, she giggled. When we reached the top I pushed her face forward against the wall and with my hand up her skirt rubbed the front of her knickers, she slightly parted her thighs as I rubbed her.After a few minutes she was wet as I slipped my fingers into the top of her knickers and down to her box, my fingers rubbed her clitoris and it was only a matter of seconds until she grunted and virtually sat on my hand as I finger fucked her to her orgasm. When it had subsided I walked her into the attic bedroom and over to an old sofa.“Kneel down with your arms on the couch” bets10 I ordered her, as she did I put my hands up her skirt and pulled down her big wet knickers, undressing my pants and with my cock in my hand I gently nudged myself into her wet cunt. I slipped in with ease as she gasped and soon was shagging her, she moaned with every thrust.As I built up speed, she gasped, as I slowed down she moaned, but that’s what I do. “You’re good” she said as I fucked her from behind. I knew I was close to climax but as Donna had said she hadn’t to touch or see me coming was going to be boring for me, I like to see my seed on the girls face or mouth or wherever.But coming I was as I slowed down for the final thrust, she moaned. Then I slowly built up speed and was shagging her harder I knew I was coming, and I did emptying my balls in her warm fat cunt, it gushed up her hole and as it did she squealed as I shagged her. When I was finished my limp cock fell out of her fanny I soon got dressed.She stood up and never said a word as she got dressed, going downstairs she said “Our secret” as I nodded.

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