She covered her pussy. The gesture, modest and instinctive, hid the wetness. She had not been fucked as much as her mother. Her pussy, while used, was not as thoroughly conditioned. The lips, while swollen, were not as stretched.
The mother-in-law undressed. Her hands, practiced and efficient, removed the short skirt and the blouse. Her body, thick and marked, was naked. Her hands, free of the clothes, went to her pussy. Rubbing. The motion, unconscious and desperate, was the action of a woman who needed to be touched.
He removed his clothes. His cock, hard and thick, stood between his legs. The head, dark and swollen, leaked pre-cum. The shaft, veined and heavy, was ready.
He looked at them. Both women. Both naked. Both trembling. Both his.
"Let us go, ladies," he said.
The bath, large and stone-walled, was filled with hot water. Steam rose from the surface. The scent, herbal and clean, filled the room.
