Lauralee rolled off the bed and fled for the bathroom, her legs flashing and her breasts bouncing, acutely conscious of her nakedness.
Robbie had seen her doing that with Bettina; she was sure of it. There was no way the boy could have missed what had been going on, and Lauralee’s insides drew themselves into shameful knots. Her son had seen his mother making homosexual love to his new bride, and nothing could ever change that.
Shivering, here face flushed and her heart racing, she locked the door behind her and leaned against it, trying to regain some measure of control over her tumbling mind. There was simply no excuse for what she had done, for the things she had allowed to happen to her own body and that of the girl. She would never be able to explain to Robbie, and he would hate her forever. He might hate his wife, also; there could be an annulment, or a divorce.
Lauralee trembled again. How would that look in the newspapers — son names own mother as correspondent in divorce action? Oh Lord; she tangled her fingers together and squeezed them, catching a quick reflection of her tortured face in the bathroom mirror and looking away immediately.
Moving stiffly then, she fumbled for the towel rack, and wrapped a fluffy towel around her hips; it was more difficult to cover her breasts, but she managed to knot together enough material to hide them reasonably. Robbie had already seen her nude, but would never be subjected to such a spectacle again — if he ever even spoke to her again.
Faintly, she could hear voices in the bedroom, but they weren’t loud, and might be the dialog from that damned television set. Maybe they had gone back to their own room to fight it out. She wondered how she could possibly face them now, especially Robbie, but knew she somehow had to. She couldn’t just drive away and leave them here. It was going to be agony, Lauralee thought, utter agony.
Checking the coverings and wishing that the towels hid more of her thighs and that her breasts didn’t push so against them, she twice reached for the doorknob and twice dropped her hand. At last, steeling herself to the inevitable, Lauralee twisted the knob and slowly opened the door.
They were sitting upon the bed, side by side, their heads together and whispering. Step by step, she made her feet move toward them, trying to put together some kind of apology. But all the words were weak and meaningless.
He looked around first, and Lauralee flinched. She saw light reflect from her son’s pale brown hair, and caught the full impact of his black eyes. He sat erect, his slim body nicely shaped, boyishly molded, with good shoulders and a flat belly and narrow hips. Robbie’s face was calm; she dropped her eyes. The boy was taking it well, but she was certain he would explode and call her all the filthy names she deserved.
Her lips were dry. “Robbie — I — please don’t think…”
Coming off the bed, he said, “Mom!”
Startled, she saw that he was naked from head to foot. She saw the ebony fur of his sack, and recoiled from the image of her son’s thing, the boy’s penis that reached out long and slim and strong, its polished head glistening damply red. Lauralee took a backward step, and clung to the towels that disguised her own nudity.
“Mom,” Robbie said again, and followed her. “Don’t freak out, now. I saw it all, Mom — and it was something else. It was really great. Bettina has been telling me everything that happened between you two, and I think it’s terrific.”
Lauralee swallowed. “You think it’s — it’s WHAT?”
“Terrific,” he repeated, so close now that the swollen knob of his young shaft was almost touching the fluffy towel around her waist. “I always know that Bettina was AC/DC — that she swings with chicks and guys, too. But I always figured you were too uptight for sex, any kind of sex. Then when I saw you going down on her, when I watched Bettina grinding her pussy into your face and saw the way you were digging it — I wished I could have seen it all, right from the beginning. As it was, I wanted to jack off.”
“Robbie, you don’t know what you’re saying.” Lauralee backed away and found her shoulders touching the wall. “I-I don’t know what got into me, why I would do such awful things, but I can assure you it will never happen again. Now please, I think the best thing we can do is to get dressed and drive home, get out of this terrible motel.”
From the bed, Bettina said, “No way.”
And Robbie moved closer. Rigid with fright, Lauralee watched her son’s hands lifting, saw them manipulate the knot that held the towels across her breasts. They fell away, and Lauralee shrank back trying to cover her tits with her hands. That was when the boy whipped the covering from her hips, and suddenly she was as naked as her son.
“You’re really beautiful,” he whispered. “If you only knew how beautiful you are to me. Oh Mom, Mom — ever since I was big enough to raise a hard-on, I’ve been trying to get a peep at your naked body, to catch just one glimpse of that lovely black-haired cunt. But as I grew up, I didn’t think you’d be worth it, anyway. You were always so cold and aloof, and never went out with guys. But now — NOW, my cock is aching all over again.”
Horrified, she crouched before him, before this suddenly strange male who was caressing his stiff prick with one hand, whose eyes were licking hotly all over her body and probing at the bushy mound she couldn’t hide with her fingers.
“Robbie, you don’t mean — you can’t mean…”
He touched her breasts with warm fingertips, and she knew the velvet caress of his ballooned glans against the trembling skin of her belly. “Yeah, Mom, I want to fuck you, and now I’m getting the chance.”
Sucking in a deep and steadying breath, Lauralee suddenly wheeled away from him, and darted for the bed, for help from Bettina, for her clothing — for anything. Robbie was right behind her, and she tried to say something to the girl. Bettina clamped strong young hands around Lauralee’s wrists and jerked her across the bed.
“Come on,” Bettina hissed. “Fuck him. You know you want to.”
“No — no — no!” Lauralee insisted, struggling to free herself.
Then she felt Robbie against her from behind, felt the warm touch of his body, the very hard length of her son’s prick nestling into the cleft of her buttocks. She tried to roll away, to wiggle from beneath his weight. But he slid off only to take a from grip upon her ankles, and she knew terror as he pulled her legs apart.
“Don’t — oh, don’t do this,” she begged. “Robbie — Bettina — think what you’re doing! Oh please, please…”
The girl’s face was intent, the green eyes fixed upon her. “Don’t fight it, Lauralee. If you’ll admit it, you want to be fucked by him as much as he want to put his meat to you.”
“NO!” Lauralee fought as best she could, her long legs flailing, jerking at her trapped wrists and hissing between clenched teeth. “B-bettina! He’s your husband, and my-my own son! You can’t HELP him do this — Robbie, Robbie! It’s rape-rape; you’re trying to rape your mother, Robbie!”
“Yeah,” he grunted from behind her. “I’ll take that sweet pussy any way I have to get it. Just relax, Mom. Bettina — help me roll her over onto her back.”
They wheeled her, whipped her over, and Lauralee was staring up into her son’s face as he smiled down at her, as his knee slid between her thighs and forced them apart, as one hand pressed down upon her heaving belly. Robbie held his prick tightly in the other hand, and was steering the distended bulb toward her crotch. She could see a droplet of clear fluid shining upon the blunt red tip, and shuddered.
Her hands were drawn above her head, and even though she rolled her hips frantically, Lauralee realized that she wasn’t going to be able to stop it, that her son was about to force his bulging cockhead into his mother’s quivering vulva.
When it touched her pubic hair, she lunged and bucked, but that only helped Robbie settle the head of his eager shaft into her cunt lips. With a single, fierce thrust, the boy crammed his meat into her, and Lauralee knew a hot, electric shock as her son’s knob penetrated her vagina.
If only she hadn’t already been so juicy, she thought; if only she had been dry, and not still turned on by the sex she had shared with Bettina. He couldn’t have gotten it into her so easily then. But now she twisted upon the impalement of stiff young cock, surprised that there was no pain, as there had been with her husband. Instead, a deep thrill closed her pussy around the sliding prick, and she felt its marvelous length reaching up and up, farther than any tongue could manage. She felt her son grunt as he buried the full length of his strong boyish shaft into his mother’s forbidden cunt, felt the pressure of his pelvis against the mattress of her pubic hair.
Involuntarily, her pussy lips encircled his swollen meat, and somewhere deep within her vagina there were slippery velvet ripples. Robbie’s balls came to rest in the mossy crack of her ass. Her son was inside her body. Her son’s hard prick was jammed to the hilt inside her cunt. Lauralee trembled like a leaf caught in a hurricane.
Robbie began to stroke her, working his shaft back and forth within her oiled vagina. Her silken folds clung to him, moved with him, and Lauralee knew a stimulation of her clitoris, an arousal there that her husband’s prick had never been able to bring about. It was wrong, all wrong, but she could not resist it. Jerkily at first, then with a smoother rhythm, her pelvis started to roll up and down and her hips swung from side to side.
Bettina let go of her wrists, and Lauralee’s arms came down, only to wrap themselves around the boy’s slim body. Her hands found his smooth ass cheeks. She clung to them as they gyrated, as her son maneuvered his wondrous staff within the suctioning cavity of her flowing pussy.
“That’s the way, Mom,” Robbie panted. “Fuck me back — oh Mom, darling — fuck me back!”
Flinging her supple legs up and around his body, Lauralee netted him with her thighs and locked her ankles. Rocking with him, meeting him thrust for thrust, she really screwed him, riding the boy’s driving prick as she had never ridden her husband’s. IT was so different, so good, wildly thrilling. His cockhead was touching every hot spot within her vagina, and her clit leaped at each stroke of his root.
“Beautiful, hot pussy,” Robbie gasped, digging his fingers into the surging cheeks of her active ass. “Oh, what a crazy, deep pussy — all juicy and slick! Man, it’s just eating up my cock, biting down on it, wringing it out — oh Mom, what a fabulous piece of ass you are!”
“B-baby — oh my baby! We’re doing it — your sweet prick is sliding inside your mom’s cunt — I can feel your balls against my ass, and your belly moving into mine! Oh! Oh, Robbie — I never realized that fucking could be so beautiful — oh, stick it to me, baby — push it into me harder, harder! Shove it into my pussy, Robbie. Fuck you mother — fuck your mother!”
He pounded it to her then, savagely rammed his iron-hard rod into her gobbling snatch, and she heard squishing noises, heard the damp slapping of his swinging balls. Pounding her crotch into his, she raked his ass in a frenzy, and bit the column of his throat. His cockhead drove home solidly, and she writhed upon it, hunched upon the shaft with a feral urgency, a deep-seated need Lauralee hadn’t imagined she could possess.
“C-close,” Robbie grunted. “I’m getting close, Mother. I — oohhh, baby — oh, you hot-assed bitch, you beautiful, sweet-cunted bitch — I’m going to come! I’m going to come into my mom’s pussy!”
Swivelling her hips, rotating her vagina around his pistoning cock, she hissed it at her son: “Let it go, baby! Shoot off inside me and pack my cunt with your little-boy semen — ahhh! Ohh! I can feel it squirting up inside my pussy, darling!”
Moaning, then, she humped furiously as the boy’s discharge splashed boiling against her womb, as her own son’s semen gushed violently throughout her absorbing snatch. Robbie’s come was thick and very rich, she thought, her head spinning as she shook and jerked in the throes of the craziest orgasm she had ever known. It was a fountain of foamy juice that bathed her vagina, and she loved every drop of the sticky fluid.
Holding him powerfully between her thighs, Lauralee knew that her cunt was seething, turned into a cauldron by their mutual climaxes. But she couldn’t stop moving upon his stilled prick; it was too precious to waste, and the soapy liquids within her snatch made it even more sensational. Blindly, without thinking what she was doing, she held her son close and turned onto her side, then rolled over on top of him making certain that his upright cock was still trapped firmly in her dripping sheath.
She was straddling him then, holding him captive beneath her feverish body, imprisoning his delightful prick within her lubricated flesh. Lauralee felt strong and powerful, felt dominant, and she liked that.
“Go, baby,” Bettina breathed, and Lauralee remembered that her daughter-in-law was only inches away, kneeling beside the bed and watching the screwing with dedicated interest. “That’s the way,” the girl said excitedly. “Ride his prick; pump it up and down on him and make him come in you again.”
Smiling, Lauralee stretched out her hand, and the girl took it, holding it tightly as she stared down between the bodies to where her husband’s shaft was crammed to the balls within his mother’s inflamed cunt. Lauralee stared into Bettina’s eyes as she rolled her hips sinuously, as she bent forward to allow her son to take a downward-hanging nipple into his mouth.
Robbie held her ass and stroked up into her flooded snatch as she gyrated upon his cock. He sucked blissfully upon her tit, his eyes closed in rapture.
Fucking lasciviously, riding her son’s hard and greasy rod, Lauralee tugged at Bettina’s hand, and the girl came to her knees, leaning forward with a cascade of honey-blond hair spilling over nude and burnished shoulders. The stiff pink nipples of her nubile breasts stood out. The green eyes were very big and very close; so were the ripe young lips that had aroused such flames within the pussy that was now packed with semen and a boy’s meat.
Lauralee reached for that appealing mouth, her lips finding it just as Robbie began to pump harder within her drenched cunt. Her tongue met the girl’s, and they melted in a greedy, understanding kiss, sharing each other passion, almost as they were sharing the boy’s body.
“Mom, Mom, Mom!” he was saying in a monotone that matched the lifting and falling of her ass. His cock worked foamily into her vagina, and her clit came peeping from its hood, growing more vibrant with every thrust.
Oh, this was real and lovely, and she sucked upon Bettina’s tongue, while the girl fondled her pendulous breasts, while her son manipulated his shaft gloriously within the wet gripping of her blazing pussy. This was true fucking, Lauralee thought, the kind of screwing she should have gotten from her husband, when she and Marshall were first married. She wanted it to go on forever, to keep this beautiful, marvelous prick slipping around in her box.
And when Robbie ejaculated into her already soaked vagina, Lauralee just kept right on making it, caught up in the primitive beat of her fucking.
The water was hot, and Lauralee’s skin tingled at the touch of soap, at the caress of her own hands upon her wet flesh. She was still a little numb in her mind, but her body had never been more eagerly alive, every nerve end titillated and awake.
She looked down at herself, at the play of water over her breasts, her nipples, then at the slightly rounded belly and below, the wet mass of her midnight pubic hair.
It was a good body, she thought, and according to Robbie and Bettina, a beautiful, sexy one. Her body was capable of giving and of receiving much love. Her legs were long and supple, and her breasts shaped high and firmly. She had always thought she was a bit too lean, but they insisted she was just right, special in her own way.
Lauralee ran soapy hands over the curving of her ass and smiled. Robbie called it her sweet, not ass. Straying bubbled fingers across her pubic mound, she caressed it. Rich and deep, they said; her mature pussy was rich and deep, possessed of an intense fascination for her son. Robbie had squirted it hot sheath full of his explosive semen not once, but twice.
The seat of rapture, she thought; this volatile, adjustable organ she had tried to ignore most of her life was now the center of her existence. Probably it had been meant to be, but she’d wished she didn’t have it, wished she never had to think of her vagina.
Until now; until she had ventured to finger herself to her initial orgasm, turned on by seeing that pornographic film. Since then, it had been licked and sucked, its soft juices gulped avidly, its clitoris made a target for ecstasy. And she had known the inner workings of another woman’s cunt, tasted the sweetness of the inner lining so silken and juicy, known the flexing as it shuddered in vibrant climax.
Lauralee stopped stroking her mound and exposed it to hot rinsing water, turning her body slowly so that soap would be purled away. Better than that, her pussy had been invaded by a thrusting, hammering cock, one that was hard and young, a prick that reached far up into her hole and set fire to her womb. Her son’s prick; Robbie’s prick, the very shaft that had been ridden only minutes before by the boy’s bride. But Robbie loved to fuck his mother, just as well as the lovely, intense girl he had married, and possibly even more.
Stepping out of the shower stall, she dried herself and looked in the mirror, not afraid of meeting her own eyes now. She appeared much younger, her deep brown eyes vital, her olive skin fresher, rejuvenated. Lauralee towelled her short curls until they bounced springily; her pubic hair was springy, too, seeming to sparkle with life and excitement.
She found a clean towel and draped it about her hips, but left her breasts bare. The kids — those wonderful, beautiful children — had gone out for sandwiches and soft drinks, and she would meet them almost without reticence, proud of her body instead of hiding its invigorated flesh.
The TV was still going, its sound tuned low, but the bright images flashed just as powerfully upon the screen. Smiling, Lauralee lowered herself into the chair and watched it, crossing her slender legs gracefully. Evidently the films ran continuously, one movie replacing another until they started all over again. Two men were fucking a lovely girl, one of them burrowing his hard, oversized cock into her small, furry cunt while the other held her head upon his lap and worked his cockhead in and out of her red mouth.
Leaning back in the chair, Lauralee thought that would be nice, too. It would be exciting to be between two horny men, taking their pricks into her body, love and love alike. Robbie; she would first lean how to eat a male organ by doing it to her son. It would be different from lapping a girl’s snatch, but she should have not trouble now that she was willing to learn it all.
Too bad there wasn’t another man around. Lauralee wanted to compare cock sizes, to feel the differences of strange shafts, to know a variety of orgasms when they came in her receptive box. With interest, she watched the screen as the two men changed positions. Poor Marshall, she thought; he would never know the sharp thrill of doing that. He had been almost as uptight as she, knowing only one way to relieve the pressures of his balls — brute force and always on top, always hammering into her flinching pussy without mercy. No wonder she and her husband separated; they had both been so stupid but she had been worse. Lauralee knew that now.
A key rattled in the lock, and the kids came laughing into the room. “Oh wow,” Bettina said, putting down a sack of sandwiches, “did you know there was a swinging room off the lobby? Late as it is, there were only two couples there, looking each other over.”
Robbie grinned and popped the tops on some cans of soft drinks. “We almost screwed up the trade, because when they got a look at us, I could see the wheels turning. We’re so much younger. But I wasn’t even tempted — not with my own special older woman waiting for me here.”
Lauralee accepted a hamburger and discovered that she was ravenous. “Do they really do that, meet and exchange wives or husbands or whatever?”
“Sure,” Bettina said, taking a bite of hot dog. “Not out there in the lobby, of course. They swap and go to the rooms; sometimes they all go together to one room.”
Drinking a swallow of Coke, Lauralee thought that over. It would be stimulating to make it with a man she had never seen before, and would probably never meet again. Raw, primitive sex, and nothing more; no entanglements, no commitments. Only a good, solid fucking and goodbye.
The kids watched the porn movie as they ate, giggling and discussing the techniques of the actors. It was better this way, Lauralee thought; sex had to be better when there was love like that she shared with her son and his wife. The intimacy was unique. It was romantic, and incest was no longer a horrible word.
Robbie was staring at her breasts. “You have wonderful tits, Mom. Did I bite them when I was a baby?”
“Sometimes,” she smiled, “but I didn’t care. I loved you then, too. I didn’t like putting you on a bottle, but the doctor said to.”
The boy wiped his mouth with a paper napkin. “But you love me more now.”
“That’s right,” Lauralee answered. “More than anyone; more than I ever thought possible.”
“More than you cared for my old man,” Robbie said. “That’s for sure. How the hell could he walk away from such a juicy, hot piece of ass like you?”
Lauralee drank her Coke and put down the can. “I wasn’t, then. When Bettina came in here and caught me fingering myself, that was the first time I had ever come.”
“Wow,” the girl said softly, “That’s heavy. The porn movies — that’s what got you started?”
Nodding, Lauralee admitted it, then said, “But you really taught me to let go, dear — you and Robbie. At first I though I must be a lesbian, but I couldn’t ever enjoy a man’s prick the way I revelled in feminine love with you. I’m so glad both of you forced me to fuck. I might have gone right on thinking I couldn’t.”
“You’re turning me one again,” Robbie said. “Sitting here and looking at your tits is enough, but hearing you talk about screwing is getting me a hard-on. Man oh man, what a honeymoon this is turning out to be, what a wedding night.”
Lauralee looked at her daughter-in-law. “Bettina, are you certain this doesn’t make you jealous?”
“No way,” the girl answered. “Robbie and I have always shared. I mean, when he gets a good fuck, it make me happy, too. I love the guy, so whatever makes him happy turn me on, also. He feels the same way about me and what I do.”
“You’ve both screwed other people, then?”
“Sure,” her son said. “We’ll tell you all about them later. Right now, I want to see my beautiful mother STRETCHED out naked on that water bed with her long, groovy legs spread apart and her sweet, black pussy shining.”
“But Bettina is being left out,” Lauralee protested gently.
Bettina laughed. “Don’t worry about me. I’ll get in on it for some three-way swinging.”
Lauralee stood up and dropped the towel from around her hips. Gracefully, she walked toward the bed with her ass rolling sensuously, knowing that both their eyes were fixed upon its rippling, provocative movements. She felt beautiful and wanted and admired; she felt loved, and was eager to return that love in any way, in all ways. If that was what they wanted, she was ready to be their slave, their sex slave.
They approached her from both sides of the moving bed, both of them naked again, their sleek young bodies glowing. Her son indeed had an erection, and it was lovely. Now that Lauralee could look at it without shame, she examined Robbie’s prick closely, seeing its slim length and the veins patterning the skin, the gorgeous swelling of the cockhead in all its darker glory. There was the tiny drop of clear fluid seeping from its tip; there were the shaggy balls that could hurl the compressed semen with such force.
“Robbie,” she murmured as he kneeled upon the bed, “please show me how to eat you. I want to learn how to suck your cock, the way those women do in the films, the way Bettina must do to you.”
“Yeah,” he whispered hoarsely, “oh yeah, Mom.”
Straddling her taut waiting body, her son bent his cockhead down to rub it gently into her vulva, and she shivered at the spongy-hard caress along her palpitating labia. He took his time, moving his crotch forward an inch or two so he could caress her belly with his knob. She trembled at the dragging of his hairy balls over her skin, at the thrill of his knees and the fondling of his thighs.
Robbie took both her breasts in his hands and squeezed them together. Bending her neck, she stared down to see what the boy was doing, and watched him push his cock head between her tender globes.
“This is titty-fucking,” he explained to her. “I just dig feeling your tits around my prick like this.”
She could see the reddened glans peep forth, then disappear as her son worked his pelvis back and forth, exulting in the feeling of his cock sliding. Then she felt something else — a hot breath stirring along her thighs, a pair of soft lips kissing her skin there. Bettina, she thought; the girl was joining in, and would be loving her pussy while she discovered the flavor or Robbie’s stiff meat.
The cockhead slipped back and forth, each time reaching a little closer, until it was tapping her chin. Lauralee opened her lips and stretched out her tongue. Then Robbie released her breasts and allowed them to fall back into position. He hunched forward so that she could lick his knob. He took her head between his hands and aimed the glistening bulb directly at her mouth.
This was the moment, Lauralee thought in exultation; this was the enchanted moment in time when she could demonstrate her deepest love to her adorable child. Curling her tongue hungrily around his cockhead, she tugged it into her mouth. It tasted salty and sweet; it was flavored with beauty, and she drew it across her tongue gladly, letting it slide across the roof of her mouth.
“Don’t try to take it too far,” Robbie panted. “You might get sick.”
Never, she thought — never! She had her son’s lovely hard prick in her mouth, and she wanted to swallow it, to suck it far down her throat. Lauralee could feel the tips exploring the velvet supping of her throat, and it didn’t bother her.
“Use your tongue more,” she suggested. “The sucking feels good, but it’s the tongue that will make me come.”
Lauralee flinched when she felt another tongue, when her passionate young daughter-in-law dabbed it down through the cloaking pubic hairs of her cunt to find the tremulous lips.
Obediently, she rolled her son’s bulb around with her tongue, and found that she could force the little slit open a bit. Robbie moved his crotch back and forth in a slow, gently strokes, and she dipped her cheeks in and out around the delicious meat as she sucked.
“That’s it,” Robbie gasped. “Oh yeah, Mom — that’s the way to give a guy head. You’re eating my prick, Mother — you’re sucking me off, and it’s freaking me out!”
Her mouth was a pussy, she thought; it was basically another kind of cunt that her beloved son was fucking. But it was even more intimate; it brought them immeasurably closer to do it this way, for her to adore his swollen prick with her throat and lips and tongue. She loved the slow swinging of his balls against her neck, and the way he held her head in position.
Now Bettina was drilling that educated tongue deep into Lauralee’s pulsing vagina; now the girl’s trained mouth was nibbling at labia, and lapping away like a thirsty puppy. Lauralee raised her knees to make more room. It was unbelievable, the sensations she was enjoying — her son’s cock slipping wetly around inside her greedy mouth, her daughter-in-law’s tongue boring into her cunt, teasing the clitoris. She was their receptacle, and they were sharing her; her body was a vessel they could drink from or pour into, and Lauralee’s flesh pulsed fiercely in response.
“Eat me, Mom,” Robbie was saying over and over. “I — ahhh! I’m going to let it go — going to pump your mouth full of my come, the same way I filled your crazy pussy.”
Lauralee groaned around his flexing cockhead when the boy let go, when the spurting of his semen came bursting into her mouth and spattered into the back of her throat. So creamy and luxurious, musky and frothing; she swallowed it, let the thick cream slide down her throat and sucked avidly for more.
“Drink it down,” he groaned. “Swallow my come, take it down into your stomach and digest it. Ooohhh, Mom! You never sucked off my daddy, but you’re doing it to me.”
Lauralee felt her pelvis surge, because Bettina had found the clit and was tugging it, torturing the nubbin with tongue and teeth. The girl’s face was buried in Lauralee’s crotch, and she was gulping, chewing, devouring the humid snatch.
Keeping her son’s greasy prick tightly within her mouth, jealous of any droplet of his precious fluid that might escape, Lauralee bucked upon Bettina’s mouth smearing her wet snatch over the girl’s face, bringing her thighs together to held the head just where she wanted it.
“Ummmm!” she said around Robbie’s throbbing shaft, and “ummmm,” again, as the hot wave of a swiftly approaching orgasm threatened to engulf her. Let it come, she thought dazedly; let it happen, and she didn’t give a damn if her mind was shattered in the frantic climax.
Lauralee was in paradise, and when her clit thrummed like a tuning fork, when the wild sensations cascaded through out her vagina like a runaway water fall, she floated with them, still tugging upon her son’s cockhead, still trying to drain another treasured droplet of seminal fluid from it.
She didn’t know when he gently took his prick from her mouth; she didn’t know when Bettina lifted a greasy face from between her thighs. Lauralee only knew that she was floating, drifting, and that nobody had ever told her that paradise was so warm and liquid.
Robbie had seen her doing that with Bettina; she was sure of it. There was no way the boy could have missed what had been going on, and Lauralee’s insides drew themselves into shameful knots. Her son had seen his mother making homosexual love to his new bride, and nothing could ever change that.
Shivering, here face flushed and her heart racing, she locked the door behind her and leaned against it, trying to regain some measure of control over her tumbling mind. There was simply no excuse for what she had done, for the things she had allowed to happen to her own body and that of the girl. She would never be able to explain to Robbie, and he would hate her forever. He might hate his wife, also; there could be an annulment, or a divorce.
Lauralee trembled again. How would that look in the newspapers — son names own mother as correspondent in divorce action? Oh Lord; she tangled her fingers together and squeezed them, catching a quick reflection of her tortured face in the bathroom mirror and looking away immediately.
Moving stiffly then, she fumbled for the towel rack, and wrapped a fluffy towel around her hips; it was more difficult to cover her breasts, but she managed to knot together enough material to hide them reasonably. Robbie had already seen her nude, but would never be subjected to such a spectacle again — if he ever even spoke to her again.
Faintly, she could hear voices in the bedroom, but they weren’t loud, and might be the dialog from that damned television set. Maybe they had gone back to their own room to fight it out. She wondered how she could possibly face them now, especially Robbie, but knew she somehow had to. She couldn’t just drive away and leave them here. It was going to be agony, Lauralee thought, utter agony.
Checking the coverings and wishing that the towels hid more of her thighs and that her breasts didn’t push so against them, she twice reached for the doorknob and twice dropped her hand. At last, steeling herself to the inevitable, Lauralee twisted the knob and slowly opened the door.
They were sitting upon the bed, side by side, their heads together and whispering. Step by step, she made her feet move toward them, trying to put together some kind of apology. But all the words were weak and meaningless.
He looked around first, and Lauralee flinched. She saw light reflect from her son’s pale brown hair, and caught the full impact of his black eyes. He sat erect, his slim body nicely shaped, boyishly molded, with good shoulders and a flat belly and narrow hips. Robbie’s face was calm; she dropped her eyes. The boy was taking it well, but she was certain he would explode and call her all the filthy names she deserved.
Her lips were dry. “Robbie — I — please don’t think…”
Coming off the bed, he said, “Mom!”
Startled, she saw that he was naked from head to foot. She saw the ebony fur of his sack, and recoiled from the image of her son’s thing, the boy’s penis that reached out long and slim and strong, its polished head glistening damply red. Lauralee took a backward step, and clung to the towels that disguised her own nudity.
“Mom,” Robbie said again, and followed her. “Don’t freak out, now. I saw it all, Mom — and it was something else. It was really great. Bettina has been telling me everything that happened between you two, and I think it’s terrific.”
Lauralee swallowed. “You think it’s — it’s WHAT?”
“Terrific,” he repeated, so close now that the swollen knob of his young shaft was almost touching the fluffy towel around her waist. “I always know that Bettina was AC/DC — that she swings with chicks and guys, too. But I always figured you were too uptight for sex, any kind of sex. Then when I saw you going down on her, when I watched Bettina grinding her pussy into your face and saw the way you were digging it — I wished I could have seen it all, right from the beginning. As it was, I wanted to jack off.”
“Robbie, you don’t know what you’re saying.” Lauralee backed away and found her shoulders touching the wall. “I-I don’t know what got into me, why I would do such awful things, but I can assure you it will never happen again. Now please, I think the best thing we can do is to get dressed and drive home, get out of this terrible motel.”
From the bed, Bettina said, “No way.”
And Robbie moved closer. Rigid with fright, Lauralee watched her son’s hands lifting, saw them manipulate the knot that held the towels across her breasts. They fell away, and Lauralee shrank back trying to cover her tits with her hands. That was when the boy whipped the covering from her hips, and suddenly she was as naked as her son.
“You’re really beautiful,” he whispered. “If you only knew how beautiful you are to me. Oh Mom, Mom — ever since I was big enough to raise a hard-on, I’ve been trying to get a peep at your naked body, to catch just one glimpse of that lovely black-haired cunt. But as I grew up, I didn’t think you’d be worth it, anyway. You were always so cold and aloof, and never went out with guys. But now — NOW, my cock is aching all over again.”
Horrified, she crouched before him, before this suddenly strange male who was caressing his stiff prick with one hand, whose eyes were licking hotly all over her body and probing at the bushy mound she couldn’t hide with her fingers.
“Robbie, you don’t mean — you can’t mean…”
He touched her breasts with warm fingertips, and she knew the velvet caress of his ballooned glans against the trembling skin of her belly. “Yeah, Mom, I want to fuck you, and now I’m getting the chance.”
Sucking in a deep and steadying breath, Lauralee suddenly wheeled away from him, and darted for the bed, for help from Bettina, for her clothing — for anything. Robbie was right behind her, and she tried to say something to the girl. Bettina clamped strong young hands around Lauralee’s wrists and jerked her across the bed.
“Come on,” Bettina hissed. “Fuck him. You know you want to.”
“No — no — no!” Lauralee insisted, struggling to free herself.
Then she felt Robbie against her from behind, felt the warm touch of his body, the very hard length of her son’s prick nestling into the cleft of her buttocks. She tried to roll away, to wiggle from beneath his weight. But he slid off only to take a from grip upon her ankles, and she knew terror as he pulled her legs apart.
“Don’t — oh, don’t do this,” she begged. “Robbie — Bettina — think what you’re doing! Oh please, please…”
The girl’s face was intent, the green eyes fixed upon her. “Don’t fight it, Lauralee. If you’ll admit it, you want to be fucked by him as much as he want to put his meat to you.”
“NO!” Lauralee fought as best she could, her long legs flailing, jerking at her trapped wrists and hissing between clenched teeth. “B-bettina! He’s your husband, and my-my own son! You can’t HELP him do this — Robbie, Robbie! It’s rape-rape; you’re trying to rape your mother, Robbie!”
“Yeah,” he grunted from behind her. “I’ll take that sweet pussy any way I have to get it. Just relax, Mom. Bettina — help me roll her over onto her back.”
They wheeled her, whipped her over, and Lauralee was staring up into her son’s face as he smiled down at her, as his knee slid between her thighs and forced them apart, as one hand pressed down upon her heaving belly. Robbie held his prick tightly in the other hand, and was steering the distended bulb toward her crotch. She could see a droplet of clear fluid shining upon the blunt red tip, and shuddered.
Her hands were drawn above her head, and even though she rolled her hips frantically, Lauralee realized that she wasn’t going to be able to stop it, that her son was about to force his bulging cockhead into his mother’s quivering vulva.
When it touched her pubic hair, she lunged and bucked, but that only helped Robbie settle the head of his eager shaft into her cunt lips. With a single, fierce thrust, the boy crammed his meat into her, and Lauralee knew a hot, electric shock as her son’s knob penetrated her vagina.
If only she hadn’t already been so juicy, she thought; if only she had been dry, and not still turned on by the sex she had shared with Bettina. He couldn’t have gotten it into her so easily then. But now she twisted upon the impalement of stiff young cock, surprised that there was no pain, as there had been with her husband. Instead, a deep thrill closed her pussy around the sliding prick, and she felt its marvelous length reaching up and up, farther than any tongue could manage. She felt her son grunt as he buried the full length of his strong boyish shaft into his mother’s forbidden cunt, felt the pressure of his pelvis against the mattress of her pubic hair.
Involuntarily, her pussy lips encircled his swollen meat, and somewhere deep within her vagina there were slippery velvet ripples. Robbie’s balls came to rest in the mossy crack of her ass. Her son was inside her body. Her son’s hard prick was jammed to the hilt inside her cunt. Lauralee trembled like a leaf caught in a hurricane.
Robbie began to stroke her, working his shaft back and forth within her oiled vagina. Her silken folds clung to him, moved with him, and Lauralee knew a stimulation of her clitoris, an arousal there that her husband’s prick had never been able to bring about. It was wrong, all wrong, but she could not resist it. Jerkily at first, then with a smoother rhythm, her pelvis started to roll up and down and her hips swung from side to side.
Bettina let go of her wrists, and Lauralee’s arms came down, only to wrap themselves around the boy’s slim body. Her hands found his smooth ass cheeks. She clung to them as they gyrated, as her son maneuvered his wondrous staff within the suctioning cavity of her flowing pussy.
“That’s the way, Mom,” Robbie panted. “Fuck me back — oh Mom, darling — fuck me back!”
Flinging her supple legs up and around his body, Lauralee netted him with her thighs and locked her ankles. Rocking with him, meeting him thrust for thrust, she really screwed him, riding the boy’s driving prick as she had never ridden her husband’s. IT was so different, so good, wildly thrilling. His cockhead was touching every hot spot within her vagina, and her clit leaped at each stroke of his root.
“Beautiful, hot pussy,” Robbie gasped, digging his fingers into the surging cheeks of her active ass. “Oh, what a crazy, deep pussy — all juicy and slick! Man, it’s just eating up my cock, biting down on it, wringing it out — oh Mom, what a fabulous piece of ass you are!”
“B-baby — oh my baby! We’re doing it — your sweet prick is sliding inside your mom’s cunt — I can feel your balls against my ass, and your belly moving into mine! Oh! Oh, Robbie — I never realized that fucking could be so beautiful — oh, stick it to me, baby — push it into me harder, harder! Shove it into my pussy, Robbie. Fuck you mother — fuck your mother!”
He pounded it to her then, savagely rammed his iron-hard rod into her gobbling snatch, and she heard squishing noises, heard the damp slapping of his swinging balls. Pounding her crotch into his, she raked his ass in a frenzy, and bit the column of his throat. His cockhead drove home solidly, and she writhed upon it, hunched upon the shaft with a feral urgency, a deep-seated need Lauralee hadn’t imagined she could possess.
“C-close,” Robbie grunted. “I’m getting close, Mother. I — oohhh, baby — oh, you hot-assed bitch, you beautiful, sweet-cunted bitch — I’m going to come! I’m going to come into my mom’s pussy!”
Swivelling her hips, rotating her vagina around his pistoning cock, she hissed it at her son: “Let it go, baby! Shoot off inside me and pack my cunt with your little-boy semen — ahhh! Ohh! I can feel it squirting up inside my pussy, darling!”
Moaning, then, she humped furiously as the boy’s discharge splashed boiling against her womb, as her own son’s semen gushed violently throughout her absorbing snatch. Robbie’s come was thick and very rich, she thought, her head spinning as she shook and jerked in the throes of the craziest orgasm she had ever known. It was a fountain of foamy juice that bathed her vagina, and she loved every drop of the sticky fluid.
Holding him powerfully between her thighs, Lauralee knew that her cunt was seething, turned into a cauldron by their mutual climaxes. But she couldn’t stop moving upon his stilled prick; it was too precious to waste, and the soapy liquids within her snatch made it even more sensational. Blindly, without thinking what she was doing, she held her son close and turned onto her side, then rolled over on top of him making certain that his upright cock was still trapped firmly in her dripping sheath.
She was straddling him then, holding him captive beneath her feverish body, imprisoning his delightful prick within her lubricated flesh. Lauralee felt strong and powerful, felt dominant, and she liked that.
“Go, baby,” Bettina breathed, and Lauralee remembered that her daughter-in-law was only inches away, kneeling beside the bed and watching the screwing with dedicated interest. “That’s the way,” the girl said excitedly. “Ride his prick; pump it up and down on him and make him come in you again.”
Smiling, Lauralee stretched out her hand, and the girl took it, holding it tightly as she stared down between the bodies to where her husband’s shaft was crammed to the balls within his mother’s inflamed cunt. Lauralee stared into Bettina’s eyes as she rolled her hips sinuously, as she bent forward to allow her son to take a downward-hanging nipple into his mouth.
Robbie held her ass and stroked up into her flooded snatch as she gyrated upon his cock. He sucked blissfully upon her tit, his eyes closed in rapture.
Fucking lasciviously, riding her son’s hard and greasy rod, Lauralee tugged at Bettina’s hand, and the girl came to her knees, leaning forward with a cascade of honey-blond hair spilling over nude and burnished shoulders. The stiff pink nipples of her nubile breasts stood out. The green eyes were very big and very close; so were the ripe young lips that had aroused such flames within the pussy that was now packed with semen and a boy’s meat.
Lauralee reached for that appealing mouth, her lips finding it just as Robbie began to pump harder within her drenched cunt. Her tongue met the girl’s, and they melted in a greedy, understanding kiss, sharing each other passion, almost as they were sharing the boy’s body.
“Mom, Mom, Mom!” he was saying in a monotone that matched the lifting and falling of her ass. His cock worked foamily into her vagina, and her clit came peeping from its hood, growing more vibrant with every thrust.
Oh, this was real and lovely, and she sucked upon Bettina’s tongue, while the girl fondled her pendulous breasts, while her son manipulated his shaft gloriously within the wet gripping of her blazing pussy. This was true fucking, Lauralee thought, the kind of screwing she should have gotten from her husband, when she and Marshall were first married. She wanted it to go on forever, to keep this beautiful, marvelous prick slipping around in her box.
And when Robbie ejaculated into her already soaked vagina, Lauralee just kept right on making it, caught up in the primitive beat of her fucking.
The water was hot, and Lauralee’s skin tingled at the touch of soap, at the caress of her own hands upon her wet flesh. She was still a little numb in her mind, but her body had never been more eagerly alive, every nerve end titillated and awake.
She looked down at herself, at the play of water over her breasts, her nipples, then at the slightly rounded belly and below, the wet mass of her midnight pubic hair.
It was a good body, she thought, and according to Robbie and Bettina, a beautiful, sexy one. Her body was capable of giving and of receiving much love. Her legs were long and supple, and her breasts shaped high and firmly. She had always thought she was a bit too lean, but they insisted she was just right, special in her own way.
Lauralee ran soapy hands over the curving of her ass and smiled. Robbie called it her sweet, not ass. Straying bubbled fingers across her pubic mound, she caressed it. Rich and deep, they said; her mature pussy was rich and deep, possessed of an intense fascination for her son. Robbie had squirted it hot sheath full of his explosive semen not once, but twice.
The seat of rapture, she thought; this volatile, adjustable organ she had tried to ignore most of her life was now the center of her existence. Probably it had been meant to be, but she’d wished she didn’t have it, wished she never had to think of her vagina.
Until now; until she had ventured to finger herself to her initial orgasm, turned on by seeing that pornographic film. Since then, it had been licked and sucked, its soft juices gulped avidly, its clitoris made a target for ecstasy. And she had known the inner workings of another woman’s cunt, tasted the sweetness of the inner lining so silken and juicy, known the flexing as it shuddered in vibrant climax.
Lauralee stopped stroking her mound and exposed it to hot rinsing water, turning her body slowly so that soap would be purled away. Better than that, her pussy had been invaded by a thrusting, hammering cock, one that was hard and young, a prick that reached far up into her hole and set fire to her womb. Her son’s prick; Robbie’s prick, the very shaft that had been ridden only minutes before by the boy’s bride. But Robbie loved to fuck his mother, just as well as the lovely, intense girl he had married, and possibly even more.
Stepping out of the shower stall, she dried herself and looked in the mirror, not afraid of meeting her own eyes now. She appeared much younger, her deep brown eyes vital, her olive skin fresher, rejuvenated. Lauralee towelled her short curls until they bounced springily; her pubic hair was springy, too, seeming to sparkle with life and excitement.
She found a clean towel and draped it about her hips, but left her breasts bare. The kids — those wonderful, beautiful children — had gone out for sandwiches and soft drinks, and she would meet them almost without reticence, proud of her body instead of hiding its invigorated flesh.
The TV was still going, its sound tuned low, but the bright images flashed just as powerfully upon the screen. Smiling, Lauralee lowered herself into the chair and watched it, crossing her slender legs gracefully. Evidently the films ran continuously, one movie replacing another until they started all over again. Two men were fucking a lovely girl, one of them burrowing his hard, oversized cock into her small, furry cunt while the other held her head upon his lap and worked his cockhead in and out of her red mouth.
Leaning back in the chair, Lauralee thought that would be nice, too. It would be exciting to be between two horny men, taking their pricks into her body, love and love alike. Robbie; she would first lean how to eat a male organ by doing it to her son. It would be different from lapping a girl’s snatch, but she should have not trouble now that she was willing to learn it all.
Too bad there wasn’t another man around. Lauralee wanted to compare cock sizes, to feel the differences of strange shafts, to know a variety of orgasms when they came in her receptive box. With interest, she watched the screen as the two men changed positions. Poor Marshall, she thought; he would never know the sharp thrill of doing that. He had been almost as uptight as she, knowing only one way to relieve the pressures of his balls — brute force and always on top, always hammering into her flinching pussy without mercy. No wonder she and her husband separated; they had both been so stupid but she had been worse. Lauralee knew that now.
A key rattled in the lock, and the kids came laughing into the room. “Oh wow,” Bettina said, putting down a sack of sandwiches, “did you know there was a swinging room off the lobby? Late as it is, there were only two couples there, looking each other over.”
Robbie grinned and popped the tops on some cans of soft drinks. “We almost screwed up the trade, because when they got a look at us, I could see the wheels turning. We’re so much younger. But I wasn’t even tempted — not with my own special older woman waiting for me here.”
Lauralee accepted a hamburger and discovered that she was ravenous. “Do they really do that, meet and exchange wives or husbands or whatever?”
“Sure,” Bettina said, taking a bite of hot dog. “Not out there in the lobby, of course. They swap and go to the rooms; sometimes they all go together to one room.”
Drinking a swallow of Coke, Lauralee thought that over. It would be stimulating to make it with a man she had never seen before, and would probably never meet again. Raw, primitive sex, and nothing more; no entanglements, no commitments. Only a good, solid fucking and goodbye.
The kids watched the porn movie as they ate, giggling and discussing the techniques of the actors. It was better this way, Lauralee thought; sex had to be better when there was love like that she shared with her son and his wife. The intimacy was unique. It was romantic, and incest was no longer a horrible word.
Robbie was staring at her breasts. “You have wonderful tits, Mom. Did I bite them when I was a baby?”
“Sometimes,” she smiled, “but I didn’t care. I loved you then, too. I didn’t like putting you on a bottle, but the doctor said to.”
The boy wiped his mouth with a paper napkin. “But you love me more now.”
“That’s right,” Lauralee answered. “More than anyone; more than I ever thought possible.”
“More than you cared for my old man,” Robbie said. “That’s for sure. How the hell could he walk away from such a juicy, hot piece of ass like you?”
Lauralee drank her Coke and put down the can. “I wasn’t, then. When Bettina came in here and caught me fingering myself, that was the first time I had ever come.”
“Wow,” the girl said softly, “That’s heavy. The porn movies — that’s what got you started?”
Nodding, Lauralee admitted it, then said, “But you really taught me to let go, dear — you and Robbie. At first I though I must be a lesbian, but I couldn’t ever enjoy a man’s prick the way I revelled in feminine love with you. I’m so glad both of you forced me to fuck. I might have gone right on thinking I couldn’t.”
“You’re turning me one again,” Robbie said. “Sitting here and looking at your tits is enough, but hearing you talk about screwing is getting me a hard-on. Man oh man, what a honeymoon this is turning out to be, what a wedding night.”
Lauralee looked at her daughter-in-law. “Bettina, are you certain this doesn’t make you jealous?”
“No way,” the girl answered. “Robbie and I have always shared. I mean, when he gets a good fuck, it make me happy, too. I love the guy, so whatever makes him happy turn me on, also. He feels the same way about me and what I do.”
“You’ve both screwed other people, then?”
“Sure,” her son said. “We’ll tell you all about them later. Right now, I want to see my beautiful mother STRETCHED out naked on that water bed with her long, groovy legs spread apart and her sweet, black pussy shining.”
“But Bettina is being left out,” Lauralee protested gently.
Bettina laughed. “Don’t worry about me. I’ll get in on it for some three-way swinging.”
Lauralee stood up and dropped the towel from around her hips. Gracefully, she walked toward the bed with her ass rolling sensuously, knowing that both their eyes were fixed upon its rippling, provocative movements. She felt beautiful and wanted and admired; she felt loved, and was eager to return that love in any way, in all ways. If that was what they wanted, she was ready to be their slave, their sex slave.
They approached her from both sides of the moving bed, both of them naked again, their sleek young bodies glowing. Her son indeed had an erection, and it was lovely. Now that Lauralee could look at it without shame, she examined Robbie’s prick closely, seeing its slim length and the veins patterning the skin, the gorgeous swelling of the cockhead in all its darker glory. There was the tiny drop of clear fluid seeping from its tip; there were the shaggy balls that could hurl the compressed semen with such force.
“Robbie,” she murmured as he kneeled upon the bed, “please show me how to eat you. I want to learn how to suck your cock, the way those women do in the films, the way Bettina must do to you.”
“Yeah,” he whispered hoarsely, “oh yeah, Mom.”
Straddling her taut waiting body, her son bent his cockhead down to rub it gently into her vulva, and she shivered at the spongy-hard caress along her palpitating labia. He took his time, moving his crotch forward an inch or two so he could caress her belly with his knob. She trembled at the dragging of his hairy balls over her skin, at the thrill of his knees and the fondling of his thighs.
Robbie took both her breasts in his hands and squeezed them together. Bending her neck, she stared down to see what the boy was doing, and watched him push his cock head between her tender globes.
“This is titty-fucking,” he explained to her. “I just dig feeling your tits around my prick like this.”
She could see the reddened glans peep forth, then disappear as her son worked his pelvis back and forth, exulting in the feeling of his cock sliding. Then she felt something else — a hot breath stirring along her thighs, a pair of soft lips kissing her skin there. Bettina, she thought; the girl was joining in, and would be loving her pussy while she discovered the flavor or Robbie’s stiff meat.
The cockhead slipped back and forth, each time reaching a little closer, until it was tapping her chin. Lauralee opened her lips and stretched out her tongue. Then Robbie released her breasts and allowed them to fall back into position. He hunched forward so that she could lick his knob. He took her head between his hands and aimed the glistening bulb directly at her mouth.
This was the moment, Lauralee thought in exultation; this was the enchanted moment in time when she could demonstrate her deepest love to her adorable child. Curling her tongue hungrily around his cockhead, she tugged it into her mouth. It tasted salty and sweet; it was flavored with beauty, and she drew it across her tongue gladly, letting it slide across the roof of her mouth.
“Don’t try to take it too far,” Robbie panted. “You might get sick.”
Never, she thought — never! She had her son’s lovely hard prick in her mouth, and she wanted to swallow it, to suck it far down her throat. Lauralee could feel the tips exploring the velvet supping of her throat, and it didn’t bother her.
“Use your tongue more,” she suggested. “The sucking feels good, but it’s the tongue that will make me come.”
Lauralee flinched when she felt another tongue, when her passionate young daughter-in-law dabbed it down through the cloaking pubic hairs of her cunt to find the tremulous lips.
Obediently, she rolled her son’s bulb around with her tongue, and found that she could force the little slit open a bit. Robbie moved his crotch back and forth in a slow, gently strokes, and she dipped her cheeks in and out around the delicious meat as she sucked.
“That’s it,” Robbie gasped. “Oh yeah, Mom — that’s the way to give a guy head. You’re eating my prick, Mother — you’re sucking me off, and it’s freaking me out!”
Her mouth was a pussy, she thought; it was basically another kind of cunt that her beloved son was fucking. But it was even more intimate; it brought them immeasurably closer to do it this way, for her to adore his swollen prick with her throat and lips and tongue. She loved the slow swinging of his balls against her neck, and the way he held her head in position.
Now Bettina was drilling that educated tongue deep into Lauralee’s pulsing vagina; now the girl’s trained mouth was nibbling at labia, and lapping away like a thirsty puppy. Lauralee raised her knees to make more room. It was unbelievable, the sensations she was enjoying — her son’s cock slipping wetly around inside her greedy mouth, her daughter-in-law’s tongue boring into her cunt, teasing the clitoris. She was their receptacle, and they were sharing her; her body was a vessel they could drink from or pour into, and Lauralee’s flesh pulsed fiercely in response.
“Eat me, Mom,” Robbie was saying over and over. “I — ahhh! I’m going to let it go — going to pump your mouth full of my come, the same way I filled your crazy pussy.”
Lauralee groaned around his flexing cockhead when the boy let go, when the spurting of his semen came bursting into her mouth and spattered into the back of her throat. So creamy and luxurious, musky and frothing; she swallowed it, let the thick cream slide down her throat and sucked avidly for more.
“Drink it down,” he groaned. “Swallow my come, take it down into your stomach and digest it. Ooohhh, Mom! You never sucked off my daddy, but you’re doing it to me.”
Lauralee felt her pelvis surge, because Bettina had found the clit and was tugging it, torturing the nubbin with tongue and teeth. The girl’s face was buried in Lauralee’s crotch, and she was gulping, chewing, devouring the humid snatch.
Keeping her son’s greasy prick tightly within her mouth, jealous of any droplet of his precious fluid that might escape, Lauralee bucked upon Bettina’s mouth smearing her wet snatch over the girl’s face, bringing her thighs together to held the head just where she wanted it.
“Ummmm!” she said around Robbie’s throbbing shaft, and “ummmm,” again, as the hot wave of a swiftly approaching orgasm threatened to engulf her. Let it come, she thought dazedly; let it happen, and she didn’t give a damn if her mind was shattered in the frantic climax.
Lauralee was in paradise, and when her clit thrummed like a tuning fork, when the wild sensations cascaded through out her vagina like a runaway water fall, she floated with them, still tugging upon her son’s cockhead, still trying to drain another treasured droplet of seminal fluid from it.
She didn’t know when he gently took his prick from her mouth; she didn’t know when Bettina lifted a greasy face from between her thighs. Lauralee only knew that she was floating, drifting, and that nobody had ever told her that paradise was so warm and liquid.
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