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Hi, I am George, husband and father to a wife and one daughter. I am in my mid sixties and my wife Gloria is seventy three. I had always liked older ladies and when I met Gloria I knew she was the woman for me.
I was raised in Boston Mass, two brothers and a sister. Pops when in a state of being drunk fell onto the tracks of the subway and got fried when he made contact with the deadly third rail
I was around eight-teen and Ma having not been satisfied for five years decided to make a man out of me and and we slept together. This was probably the reason I loved older women and why incest was no big deal to me.
I did well in school and later having stashed away some bucks went to a technical Inst. for diesel and electrical maintenance.
Gloria was working in the office at the tech when I met her and I knew there was something there. We married when I was twenty-three and Gloria was thirty one. Gloria wanted a daughter so we worked on that and three quarters of a year later we had a daughter named Ellen.
Life was going along just fine. Gloria was still working at the Tech Inst. Ellen is now 16 and Gloria is Forty seven and what a good looking forty seven. long gray hair with streaks of blonde, nice full bosoms say a 42DD and a pretty face with green eyes and cheery smile
Gloria had started to wear glasses for reading reading the newspaper and there was something about the style that flat out got me aroused. They were the gold rectangular style known as granny glasses.
She often had them hang across her bosoms with a pearl beaded neck chain. Gloria had like a dozen pair of glasses either granny, half-round in gold or silver and a silver oval style all with beaded neck chains or eyeglass chains
One night in the sack as I was watching the late night show and Gloria reading the Boston Globe, I kept stealing glances at my wife.
“George, what do you keep looking at me for?”
“Guess it’s cause you so look hot.”
“Those glasses Gloria, turn me on.”
“Do they?” She said in a surprised voice.
She pulled back the quilt and sheet and grabbed another pair of glasses. These were gold half-rounds with a chain of purple beads. She took them and wrapped them around around my cock and touched me all over and when I began to come she took me between her lovely red lips and gave me the greatest head ever. And it was so erotic to see her head bobbing up and down on my cock with her glasses at the end of her nose and those sexy beads gently swaying.
There were many times she did this. Gloria loved that I loved her looks when she donned her reading glasses. She would wrap those beads around me, touch me all over with a few pair sometimes the silver pair which had their own charm.
There was just something so sexy when a woman touches a man down there and the way Gloria touched me and the smoothness of her half-glasses over the top of my cock and those sexy purple beads being dragged over the top of my cock and her tongue lightly brushing over the top of that cock could send a guy into the land of total ecstasy.
They would be at the end of her nose with her beads hanging and her head bobbing up and down. I see her lovely lips round my member, it is such an erotic sight and seeing those glasses and the soft room lighting reflected off them is to me quite romantic.
Ellen’s a great girl who has some very loving feelings for her old man. I would come home from a hard days work, Ellen walks over to me and plops herself on my lap and sometimes I was aroused by this.
Ellen did excellent in school and she wanted to become a Librarian for the Boston library system. I told her,
“Oh man, you will never be married. You will wear laced up shoes, frumpy clothes, a pair of black oval glasses halfway down your nose. Your hair forever in a bun and a finger across your lips. Do you really want to go this route?”
“YUP” she answered, Good pay; holidays; health insurance. And speaking of glasses, how come you always grab mom’s?”
“You know, her granny glasses with the beads, why don’t you get a pair at the drugstore?
“Cause they don’t casino siteleri have my strength, Ellen.”
“And how come, you wear them with her beads?”
“Cause they come with the glasses, Ellen.” The way she spoke had a weird edge like she thought they turned me on.
“Dad, ya don’t have to put the beads over the back of your neck!”
“You wanna be a Librarian? go study the freaking Dewey decimal system!”
Later that night Gloria asked, “What’s this with my granny glasses?”
“I don’t know Gloria, Ellen brought it up today. Then way she spoke had a weird edge to it as if she knew they turn me on.
She says, “You use mine a lot, beads over your head even.”
“So I like your things dear.”
“George, who was the first girl you made it with?
“Was not a girl Gloria, but a woman.”
“Who is she or was she?”
“Oh some nice lady.”
“Typical guy, has sex with a woman and does not remember her name.”
“Well George, what was her name?”
“Her last name?”
So Gloria watched t.v. for a bit then said the only Lois she knew was my mom.
I told her that mom decided she went without sex just a bit too long and how she said, “I’m gonna make a man out of you.”
“Well, you are a great lover, better an older woman than some floozie.” And that was the end of that of that.
Fourteen years later
Ellen was thirty and doing well as a head Librarian and she took pride in dressing the part.
She dropped in one day to visit and as we met at the front door she rubbed against me so that her bosoms which are 40D’s were really grinding into me and her hand was groping the lump in my work pants.
“Ellen, what are you doing?” I asked with a voice of mixed thoughts. I liked what she was doing yet felt I had to let her know it was not proper.
“Checking things out, Dad.”
“Ellen, I’m your father, this is not proper.”
“Oh, but doing your mother was?”
“Ellen, I was like eight-teen at the time. You should consider that I lost my father in my early teens and my mother decided she went without sex long enough.”
“Oh Pops, I know mom has been too busy to take care of your needs lately.”
“And whether you know it or not you look a bit like Clint Eastwood. I think it would be better to mess with Pops than some guy I don’t know much about.”
“Ellen, don’t you have a guy you have some interest in?”
“Work keeps me too busy for clubbing and I just don’t feel meeting a guy in a bar is the best idea going. If I want I could go to a real good introduction service like Mrs. Schofield’s dignified introductions.
Ellen has her hands round my rear end and is pulling me to her tightly.
Would you like me to tease you with moms half-glasses withe her beaded neck chain? She knows you like them and what happens when no one is around. She thinks it is sweet and romantic.
So I had gotten horny and Ellen dons those gold granny glasses and tells me to grab her ample bosom which was now exposed as her blouse was unbuttoned and her bra pulled to the side
“Pops, squeeze my tit really hard an lick my nipple.”
I did so and I liked the feeling of being aroused.I had an idea.
“Ellen let me see those glasses.”
So I gave pops moms half’s, with the beaded chain and he stretches them out and starts to brush those beads past my nipples and I never had such an intense feeling of pleasure as those smooth cool beads rushed past my nipples and against my aureola. The feelings I have I just want to get laid in the worst way.”
“Oh pops, Mom would love that.” She said as she pulled her other tit from her bra. “Do this one, she is jealous!”
I kissed Gloria’s glasses and rubbed them over Ellen’s other bosom and Ellen was showing signs of being turned on She was breathing heavier and her hand went down to her vagina.
“Oh crap.” Ellen could not get her hand up into her muff and I figured a way to help her satisfy her needs. I grabbed her patent black heel and stuffed the toes end up her puss, right to the vamp and I gave that heel a good work out.
Ellen slot oyna was really getting into this as she laid upon the bed, bucking at the hips and making some low moans as well as heavy breathing.
That heel really satisfied her current need and when I took it out it was soaked with her love juices.
Dad, how about screwing my tits! that will take care of my needs, for now anyways.
So I lowered my pants and stuffed my cock up under Ellen’s bra, that smooth satin bra and she is looking at me either through or over the tops of those gold granny glasses. She has her hands wrapped round me pulling me as close as possible.
“Oh gawd pops, that thing is so big, if you tear this bra, you owe me one.”
“I am not worried about that right now, you want me to cum your boobs? talk romantic.”
“Oh Pops, I never knew you were so turned on by women’s reading glasses, I can do some research.”
Damn, did that feel good, beads of the man sauce all over her cleavage and bra. Ellen you gonna wash that off?
“Nope it’s fine where it is.”
“Don’t bother Ellen, I know what turns me on.”
We messed around every now and then over the years, never going all the way but I felt that day was coming.
Nine years later.
Ellen was now thirty nine and I was ready to retire, partly anyways. I knew that to fully would mean way too much time on my hands. And I had no intention of that happening.
Gloria is seventy three years old and she is still hotter than hell, and what she could do to her husband! She still does the foreplay with her half-glasses and neck chains as well as her patent black high heels too. That started after a piano concert of Chopin’s works. She saw me stealing glances at them the way I stole glances at her half-glasses close to forty years ago. And at dinner she would stuff those sexy black patent heels into my crotch and I knew things would happen back in the bedroom.
Sometimes she would be a dominatrix and I her sex slave or she would pretend to be my mother which was weird but wild.
“Anything going on with you and Ellen, George?” Gloria asked one evening.
Since there was no flat out intercourse I said, “No.”
I thought that would suffice, but it did not.
“Nothing?” no playing around of any sort?”
“Well sometimes Ellen would give me a hug an grind her boobs into me.”
“Oh, and how about running the beads of my neck chain for my glasses past Ellen’s nipples, did she like that?”
“Yeah she came across as though she liked it pretty much.”
“Well, I know things would’ve been different if your mom did not do you and that once you get pussy at an early age, well life looks different.”
I told Gloria it was all her fault for having such a good looking daughter.
“Yeah right George.” Gloria was not mad in the least.
“Gloria, give me a couple pair of your half-glasses and chains, I want to try something.”
“What you tried with our daughter?”
So she took off her nightie and I began to run the beaded chains past her nipples.
“Oh George. . .I never dreamed these could give me feelings I never had, where did you learn about this?”
I looked at my husband of forty years with a new look of romance as he did things with my beaded eyeglass chains and half-glasses. He was now dragging the gold granny glasses over my aureola’s and nipples and I am getting hotter and more exited than ever.
Those smooth cool beads did something I never imagined.
“FUCK ME GEORGE!
“Well Gloria, Ellen said you would really love this.”
One year later.
Ellen was now forty years old and looking very much like her mom. She let her hair go long and died it gray and due to the constant office work at the library she too donned half-glasses like her mom. She had three different pair, granny, half-rounds and silver ovals, All with beaded eyeglass chains.
It was a cold gray day in October when Ellen came to the house for a visit. But what kind of visit did she really want? I was sitting at the kitchen table drinking coffee and eating a provolone canlı casino siteleri and Italian ham sandwich.
We hugged just inside the doorway and once again she pressed her bosoms into my chest as she pulled herself towards me with her hands round my behind.
Yes I was feeling quite horny and Gloria would be away for another week. My Ellen was looking more and more like my wife.
“Oh pops, could you do some things for me?” asked Ellen. I nodded.
She walked to the guest bedroom and removed her blouse and bra. A voice in my head said, “Don’t do it.” But a hard cock has no conscience.
Ellen sat on the bed with me kneeling there in front of her grabbing her sexy ample bosom 40D’s. I was thinking,any guy who would would walk away from these had to have some serious problems.
She had a pair of silver ovals hanging from a pearl beaded neck chain figuring they would get her old man turned on even more so.
There was little said if anything. I squeezed her bosom till I thought her nipple would pop, oh how I licked it, tasting the flesh of a daughter I love. Then I grabbed both her boobs and held them together as I kissed and licked each one and I had my nose in her lovely scented cleavage.
I started to kiss her ear lobes and neck and went back to her bosoms. Ellen was breathing heavier now as I undid the silver buckle of her pat. black belt and pulled down her skirt, slip and panties and kissed the insides of her legs and working to her soft hairy muff.
Ellen took from her purse a pair of gold granny glasses and eyeglass chain and donned them with the chain draped over her neck.
Not saying a word she reached over, undid my belt and pulled down my pants and undershorts. She wrapped the pearl beaded eyeglass chain round my cock and stroked me all over with her silver oval glasses. Oh the feeling of her smooth silver ovals which seemed to have a personality of their own as she dragged them over the top of my cock and under my balls which were somewhat swelled at the thought of doing Ellen.
Gawd, the room was so quiet, the only thing heard was the wind blowing the branches of a corner tree against the side of the house and the cold October rain.
I was still fondling Ellen’s lovely bosoms as she touched me down there and she looked so hot with her granny glasses at the end of her nose and those beads gently swaying.
I was now as hard as tempered steel.
Ellen took her glasses whose beads were wrapped round my cock and put them on the bedside table.
I was now on top of my sexy and mature daughter and entered her and damn was she tight. I could feel her vagina yielding to the size of my cock and I loved the warmth and tightness of her womanhood.
Ellen knew I loved being in and she was in no hurry to speed things up either. She laid there lovingly with her granny glasses at the end of her nose and her beads hanging and said,
“I know you have been wanting this for a long time.”
I knew it was time to get going, so I started slow, savoring every inch then started to speed up just a little bit.
I wanted to enjoy the moment as long as possible.
It was beautiful hearing and feeling Ellen’s pussy juices sloshing round my cock and her vagina was so inviting.
Instinct told me to move the throttle up a notch or two and I was loving this as much as Ellen.
“Pops, I’m not a doll, so do me like you really want to.” Said Ellen lovingly. It was not a complaint.
I began to pound her pussy with a fury and thinking how she looks so much like my wife with her long gray hair; half-glasses; boobs.
Suddenly, like the knife switches at the powerhouse being closed and putting those massive mighty alternators on line, thousands of amperes of raw sex poured out of me and into my daughter Ellen. She is pulling me into her even deeper and her red painted nails are clawing me and thin scraggly streams of blood are finding their way to the sheets.
We laid there for what seemed hours, two bodies cuddled, listening to the wind and the rain and our own breathing.
Ellen looked satiated and I felt pretty good as well.
She had to get going and pulled her self together. She took the pair of silver ovals with the pearl beaded neck chain and handed them to me saying,
“Keep these warm for the next time.”
We kissed at the doorway and she left.
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