Old Man Vane Fucks his Son's Wife

He laughed, reaching down to grab hold of those lovely firm ass cheeks and bring her closer, "Oh I love you too, daughter-in-law of mine!"

One hand still gripping and pumping along his length, Coach Vane shuffled forward, driving his furiously hard and swollen cock-head towards her awaiting slit. His groans and sighs were answered by her "mmmm"'s and "oooooh"'s as he nudged her glistening labia with his glans, transitioning to thickly slapping his hefty tool down onto her slick folds.

"Oh god." she murmured as he dragged his tip up and down her weeping gash, which she followed with a deep heartfelt, "Ooooooh...", her eyes closed and her lips pursed as he gripped his prick about the base and leaned down into her, driving his cock deep inside her as she writhed and squirmed beneath his powerful onslaught, her face contorting, "Ohhh, please Dad, yes! Your dick is SO big!"

He grunted and groaned out loud as he bent over her. He couldn't belief this was happening. He'd fantasized about taking Heather often enough, stealing her from his own son. As mere perverted imaginings since Evelyn had passed, they were harmless fantasies, i.e., nothing more than masturbation. Yet now, here he was. It was different. This time he'd gotten to fuck his son's wife with no strings attached.

He pumped his hips back and forth, the sensation of a warm and wet, clutching cunny gripping his pistoning length like nothing he'd ever felt since the seventies...

Heather laid one hand out on her toned and smooth tummy, as she tilted her head back and crooned, "Oh FUCK! It's big! Ooooooh! GODDD!"

His driving prick slid through excitement moistened cunt-flesh and Heather proved herself to be a heady vocal slut as she cried out with every deep plunge of his tool.

"Oh god! Oh... Ohh! Go-od! Oh god that dick is big!

"Oh Fu-UUK! Fuck, this dick's a WEAPON!"

"Charlie's got nothing on you, daddy!"

"I was so excited by how thick his six-incher was, but you've got him beat! Oh! Oh yea! He's got some of your girth, dad! But not enough! You outdo Charlie in cock completely, daddy!"

That was enough.

Coach Vane had his daughter-in-law clutched fully supine upon the bed, his burly arms clasped around her torso, his rough hairy forearms squashing her naked breasts as his hips urgently rutted, driving his fat prick into her extremely wet and welcoming middle-aged mother of a cunt. He grunted spastic-ally into her left earlobe as he reached climax, his bulbous glans swelling and exploding, delivering a thick steady blasting of hot geriatric semen into her quite fresh and fertile womb. Again and again, the massive, voluminous spurts of sticky, ropey cum exploded into the young mother's quim, pumping copious amounts of his fertile old man sperm into the pleasure-dizzy woman. Each massive, forceful spurt criss- crossed her womb in strands of gooey white warmth, hosing her tight pussy in hot, pasty jism. She felt the pressure in her nethers swell to a breaking point, throwing her head back and crying out in a clarion call of bliss as the pressure burst, throwing her into climax as the tight seal of her cunny-lips around that massive shaft was overwhelmed by the sheer volume of thick seed inside. The excess violently burst out around the Old Man's cock, sluggish rivers of creamy white spunk trickling down her mound as he fitfully thrust, churning the gooey mess into a thick froth even as he added more to the mix with seemingly endless gouts of hot, thick sperm.