Favorably

"Pheel, what are you doing?" Gloria asked, shocked.

"Oh, Gloria, you're the most beautiful woman in the world," Phil moaned, pulling her straight.

"But what about Claire?" Gloria asked, flattered.

"She knows how I feel about you," Phil moaned, starting to kiss Gloria's neck. "And she knows I'm here."

"And Chay?"

"He knows too - the thing in the end table was his idea," Phil lied.

Gloria moaned, her sensitive breasts stimulated by the desperation in Phil's hands, and she ground her ass against Phil, who pushed his hips to increase pressure. Without hesitation, Phil's hand slipped up to the low cut neckline of Gloria's dress, pulling it down to expose her breast topped with a large, light brown nipple, his fingers lightly pinching them. "Mmmmm," she moaned, reaching behind her, her hand sliding between them to feel Phil's hard cock. "Is dis for me?"

"Every inch of it," Phil growled, spinning her around and pushing his mouth against hers, his tongue slipping between her lips. He reached around her and unzipped her dress, his hands eagerly pulling it off her shoulders. The fabric of the dress slipped easily down her body to puddle around her ankles. As he was stripping her, Gloria's hands were busy on Phil's clothes until his pants were around his ankles, wearing only his tidy whities, tented with a wet spot at the tip where his precum soaked through. Impatiently he peeled his pants off his ankles, discarding them along with his shoes. His hands tight on Gloria's arms, Phil guided her back until the bed hit her right under her ass. She sat on the bed and allowed herself to be laid on her back, her hands going to play with her breasts.

"Damn, you're beautiful," Phil said as he looked at the woman he'd lusted after since the moment he met her, his eyes going from her heaving breasts to her bikini cut panties. He reached out, hooking the cloth and pulling them off her legs, dropping the last of her clothing on the ground without a thought. Almost self consciously he pulled his own underwear off, letting them join Gloria's panties.

Gloria didn't say a word, just beckoned to Phil, her legs spread wide. He stepped up between her legs, standing at the edge of the bed, his hard cock dripping precum on the neatly trimmed landing strip Gloria kept. Phil went to guide his cock into her, but Gloria's hand was there first, her manicured nails lightly scraping the surface as she rubbed the tip up and down her labia before pushing it gently inside.

Phil's hands went to Gloria's legs, supporting them, watching as his mother in law, guided his cock into her. His eyes went up to see look at her bare breasts, but even though they had been the object of his lust for years, the sight of his cock pushing into her was too erotic to miss. He pushed his hips slowly, watching as inch after inch slipped in, until his pubic hair met hers, his cock buried deep inside.

Gloria moaned, her hand moving from his cock to rub her clit, the other hand on her breast, pinching her nipple hard between her nails. Phil almost lost what he was doing with the sight, but between the pinching finger and the rubbing fingers, Gloria brought herself to orgasm, her pussy squeezing his cock almost painfully. He started pumping slowly, eyes watching the interchange between their flesh.

"Harder, Pheel," Gloria panted. "Fuck me harder!" Phil wanted to make this last, but he also didn't want this to be the last, so he did as she asked, pulling his cock most of the way out before slamming back in, jarring her on the bed. Her breasts bounced with the movement, and Phil's attention was drawn back to what he believed was her best feature. Again and again he thrust, as hard as he could, watching the movement of her breasts with each thrust.

"I'm... gonna... cum..." he panted, feeling his orgasm approaching.

"Oh, Pheel..."