When Lauralee came back to the world, the television set had been shut off, and the room was quiet. Blinking, she looked around, hoping fervently that it hadn’t all been a wild, erotic dream, and knowing immediately that it wasn’t. Then she hope her son and new daughter-in-law hadn’t gone back to their own bed and left her alone.
Not yet, she thought; oh, not yet. There were still violent flames raging within her awakened body, hot fires that needed to be quenched the only way possible — by some more solid fucking. She had so many wasted years to make up for, so many strange and exciting sensations to undergo.
Listening, she heard them next door, and slowly sat up on the water bed, still not used to its sensuous movements beneath her nude body. Stroking her hands teasingly over her firm breasts, Lauralee thought: her body, what a wondrous mechanism it was, even though it had taken her far too long to discover its potential. Before, she had accepted it, and little more. Of course she’d been somewhat proud of her looks in general, of the fact she had no lines on her face, and that she wasn’t fat. But she had so resolutely kept its secret functions from her mound, trying to deny their existence! And now they were primary to her.
They loved her body; both Robbie and Bettina adored her flesh and its hot, juicy places. Lauralee could do no less than love it, also. And she did, for the rapture within it, for the ecstasy her body could impart to others. It was so damned GOOD to be alive and functioning at long last as a lusty, healthy female.
Licking her lips, she convinced herself that she could yet taste the residue of her son’s semen there, and smiled in memory of its gushing fulfillment. How marvelously it was flavored! And the matchless intimacy of the ejaculation was beyond description. Doing that to him, knowing the feel of his rigid shaft within her mouth, curling her tongue around the delicious meat as it slid in and out, and experiencing the burying of the cockhead in her throat — it was something she had to know again and again.
And she would, no matter what else might happen. Lauralee wanted to know it, be it, do it all. Fondling the rising nipples of her breasts, she stood up, undecided as to whether she should break in on them in the next room. First she would clean herself up a bit, she thought, and hurried to the bathroom. She peed, and knew a little thrill deep within her stimulated pussy; every move she made seemed to call attention to that newly awakened sheath.
Swiftly, Lauralee showered, and touched herself with the simple perfume she carried in her purse, although the flowery scent didn’t suit her any more; she’d have to buy something musky and sensuous, she thought, a special fragrance to accent her new self. And sexy undies, babydoll nighties, all the things she had once considered so frivolous and senseless, possibly a different hairdo. Pants suits which would cling to her body. There was a whole different world out there for Lauralee, and she was going willingly into its embraces.
Toweling her hair, she started to wrap the towel around her hips, then thought the hell with it. She was proud of her naked body now.
The kids were sitting side by side upon her bed when she strode into the room with her head held high and her long body glowing.
“Hi,” her son said. “You’re a constant surprise to us, Mom. We figured you had crashed for the night, that maybe we had worn you out, but here you are, fresher and more beautiful than ever.”
Lauralee felt no flush of embarrassment, no stab of guilt. Not any more, she told herself firmly; that kind of nonsense was all in the past, and damned well belonged there. “You two look beautiful, too,” she murmured. “Are you hungry, or anything? I don’t even know what time it is, and don’t much care.”
Bettina smiled at her. “Nobody’s in any hurry, Lauralee. If you want to stay over all day, that’s just great for us.”
Giggling, Lauralee said, “I wonder what that shifty little desk clerk will think about that?”
“Who cares?” Robbie asked. “Every time I look at your gorgeous cunt, I think I could fuck it for a week, without stopping — except to eat it. That’s what I want to do now, Mother; I have to get that wild pussy into my mouth and suck on it.”
Lauralee felt a hot shiver climbing her spine, and a tremble began somewhere within the silken depths of her vagina. “Anything,” she whispered, “anything for the two people I love most.”
Bettina rose from the bed to make room, that small and shapely body glistening like precious molten metal, but so much softer. Robbie slid across the undulating water bed, and Lauralee stared down to watch the rising of her son’s prick, seeing it thicken and grow longer.
The brown matting of his pubic hair looked soft and appealing, and she remembered the touch of it against her face, the ultra-soft caress of his sack. Lauralee couldn’t ever recall seeing his father’s hard cock close up; she had been repelled by the very idea and now she wondered what her former husband’s cock would be like. Shaking the thought away, she moved to the bed and lay upon it, welcoming its gentle rolling, the give of it beneath her ass.
She rolled toward Robbie and took his slim body into her arms. Her mouth sought his, and she kissed her son as he so deserved to be kissed, with a probing of her hot tongue and a gentle clashing of teeth. Lauralee drank his breath and ran her hands in wonder over his sleek body, finding the grace and young manhood of his shaping, the sculptured modelling of his buttocks.
Robbie’s cock pressed against her belly, and her erectile nipples drilled themselves into his hairless chest. She rubbed her aching mound into his crotch, tore his mouth away and gasped, “Oh, Mom, it’s just like touching you for the first time? You make my prick so stiff it hurts. I love Bettina, and really dig fucking her, but I guess Mother pussy must be the best there is.”
Wriggling along her flesh, her son dipped his face and began to kiss her throat, her collarbone. She stroked his hair and shoulders, moving onto her back and parting her legs so he could fit his body between her hungry thighs. When he reached her tits Lauralee squirmed and worked slowly on down to her belly, nipping the skin and laving it wetly with his hot tongue.
She quivered at the stirring of his breath in her pubic hair, and her labia seemed to reach up, to part of their own accord. Groaning, her son plunged his mouth greedily into her cunt and Lauralee echoed his throaty sound. Her head rolled from side to side upon the pillow as Robbie at her pussy, and her darling boy gobbled her cunt, his tongue corkscrewing far into her flowing vagina, his teeth pressing into her pussy lips.
Robbie’s fingernails dug into the surging cheeks of her ass, and she rolled her hips, smearing her crotch over his cheeks and chin, against his nose. It was maddening, but a beautiful insanity that tingled along her nerve ends and made her skin quake wildly. Lauralee hunched her cunt to him, bringing her smooth thighs close to caress her son’s head with them.
She was gasping for breath when she felt Bettina slide onto the bed with them. While Robbie busily devoured her snatch, the girl began to caress Lauralee’s throbbing breasts. Taking turns upon the tender nipples, Bettina moved tantalizingly down and down while Lauralee’s confused mind wondered what was going on. But whatever it was, the act had to be wonderful, and she accepted the additional caresses with happiness.
Then it happened. Bettina forced the thighs apart, and manipulated herself into the widespread legs beside Robbie. Lauralee stared down at the heads together, the brown one and the honey-blond one, boy and girl. Her belly tightened at Bettina added the quick and deft caresses of her tongue to that of Robbie’s, and Lauralee was somehow being eaten by two people.
She could feel the feverish darting of both their tongues, sometimes alternating, sometimes cramming themselves side by side into her heaving snatch. They went to work on her clitoris, lapping and teasing, their caresses sliding wet, tingling hot. Oh Lord — skyrockets were threatening to go off inside her vagina, the fuses sizzling. It was an overwhelming sensation, and Lauralee swivelled her crotch in happiness, pivoting her steaming cunt against first one mouth, then the other.
Deliciously, the shudders ran through her taut and writhing body; her vagina contracted and her ass quivered. Lauralee cried out that she was coming, coming, but the searching tongues only speared her faster and deeper.
Locking their heads between her thighs, she churned her pussy in ecstasy, feeling it turn into a seething cauldron, feeling the suction being applied there. Her head whirled and she had a tough time catching her breath, but Lauralee didn’t give a damn it she fell dead at the height of her orgasm. Pumping and moaning, she drew the most from it, forcing her inflamed clit against someone’s teeth, her moan lengthening and soaring as she felt the tip of a finger forcing itself into the tight dimple of her asshole.
It was still there when she fell back, her breasts pistoning up and down, and sharp, darting thrills still firing throughout her pussy, trailing liquid sparks behind. Lauralee wiggled upon the embedded finger, relaxing as it slid father up her tube. A different sensation, she thought in rapture, something else she was discovering. Another part of her body was being brought into a use she had never dreamed could be. Hazily, she wondered just how many ways of sensual gratification there were.
The finger eased from her disturbed anus, and Lauralee sighed. One head lifted from her steaming cunt, and another. She looked down the length of he supine body with drowsy eyes, registering slowly her son’s intent face.
“Your pussy tastes like honey, Mom,” he said softly. “Did my father ever go down on you like that? I mean, even without somebody else helping?”
Lauralee swallowed. “N-no, dear. Of course, we never did it with anyone else around. And — well, I never enjoyed it, before. You and Bettina, you’re both so marvelous.”
“You are, too,” he breathed. “Man, that’s really a juicy gash, so rich and velvety. I damned near dame while I was eating you.”
“Don’t waste it, baby,” she said. “Give it to your mother.”
His swollen cockhead prodded at the entrance of her vulva, soft and hard at once, covered with silken skin, but having that strong core of power present only in a horny man’s turgid prick. Lauralee’s pussy lips fitted themselves to the knob, already greasy with excitement, and her sons bulb slid easily between them as Robbie thrust his shaft up and in.
The distended meat glided into her receptive cunt, far up into her pulsating hole, and the boy’s lovely balls came to rest in the furry cleft of her trembling ass. It was inside her again; her darling son’s wonderful prick was buried to the root inside her greedy cunt, throbbing there as he lay still between her thighs. Pelvis to pelvis, his brown pubic hair blending with her curly black mattress, they remained quiet for a while, exulting in what they both had.
Slowly then, by tacit agreement, they began to stroke, Robbie’s long, slim cock slipping inch by inch back through the jealous gripping of her satin-lined sheath, the upper part of the sweet meat exerting pressure against her clit. Fabulous boyish prick, she thought, rolling her belly against his; fantastic little-boy cock so beautiful and hard, sawing in and out of her soupy gash. She rode it gleefully, but not with any driving force; Lauralee wanted the gentleness now, this special tender give-and-take of slippery meat within oily flesh.
Sensuously and almost languidly, she ground upon the moving rod, caressing her son’s smooth hips and travelling her fingers along his spine. Robbie reached deeply with every thrust, no more in a hurry than she was, and she luxuriated in the penetrations, in the teasing way he was using his charming prick.
So many things had been turned topsy-turvy in her mind. There was no way she could possibly be jealous of this boy’s other lover, of Robbie’s legal wife. Maybe that was because she was also in live with the lovely Bettina, she had shared that sugared pussy as well. But it now seemed so RIGHT, all very natural and normal to fuck and be fucked by those she truly cared for.
“Slow and easy,” Robbie sighed. “It’s far out to be able to screw you this way, Mom — without hurrying and jamming it to you, I mean. Your cunt is so soft and deep, and so hot, too. I dig putting the cock to you like this, with your fine ass wiggling and your belly sliding, while I look down and watch your tits rocking from side to side. But I don’t know how long I can hold out, so if I start to come before you do, let me know.”
“It won’t matter,” she purred, feeling catlike and squirmy. “You can make me come just by pumping that magic semen into my pussy darling. Ooohh! That’s so thrilling — ahhh, my sweetheart, my horny little boy. How you’ve grown up — oohh! I adore your cock, Robbie! I worship this superb prick!”
Lauralee became conscious of the girl, of young Bettina slipping into position near her head. Dreamily, she turned her face, wriggling upon the slow prodding meat within her abundant cunt. She saw Bettina’s dark golden pubic hair, and the peerless modelling of the shapely thighs, the rounded sculpture of the girl’s knees.
“Take me, too,” Bettina murmured. “Just keep your head straight, Lauralee, and I’ll lift one knee across you like this — oh yes, darling. It turns me on so much, to watch Robbie feeding you his meat, to see you hunching on your son’s prick, my husband’s prick.”
Staring up, Lauralee eyed the poised vulva, and delighted in the sight of the furred mound, the peeping pink labia. A cunt could be beautiful, too, she thought; how could she have ever considered here own to be ugly? Gently, the girl began to lower that beguiling crotch, and Lauralee caught the aroma of it, the spicy, exotic perfume of love itself.
She humped a little faster upon Robbie’s gliding shaft, and her daughter-in-law’s pussy came down, down. Lauralee opened her mouth and fitted her lips across those humid ones so honeyed and elegant. Silken hair pressed against her teeth, and she bored her tongue upward into the dewy vagina that had been so artistically designed for sex with either man or woman.
They were meshed again, when Bettina’s snatch settled snugly over he mouth; they were mixed, locked together by prick and cunt and tongue, all of them moving torridly together in the selfless sharing of their love. Lauaralee twisted upon her son’s surging meant, and Robbie started to pump it more strongly to his mother’s cunt, his greasy balls flapping noisily against her asshole.
Bettina was very eager, and although her vision was cut off, Lauralee could vividly imagine the girl staring wide-eyed at the prick slipping in and out, at the curling gyrations of a black-haired pussy that was fast approaching a climax. The girl thrust and heaved, recoiling only to jam that juicy slot harder against Lauralee’s lapping tongue.
There was the clitoris, leaping with a life of its won, and Lauralee drew it avidly, pulled on the feminine penis with a blind and dedicated affection. She could hear Bettina hissing, hear the girl groaning. Maybe it was Robbie, she thought dimly; maybe all three of them were making the sounds.
Sucking and rolling her jaws, Lauralee hurried the job on Bettina’s clit, wanting the girl to come with them, for she could feel the jerkiness of her son’s reaching cockhead, and knew that orgasm was close. Her own was blooming like a wildflower, deep within her rippling cunt, and Lauralee lurched, pulled back, and snapped her vagina tightly around Robbie’s embedded shaft.
The boy came furiously, jetting his semen into her pussy with spasmodic bursts, grunting and holding his root firmly against her clitoris. Lauralee came with him, white novas spinning inside her straining body, and she felt Bettina shudder at the same moment. They had made it.
Lauralee drove at average speed, although she wanted to hurry home. The X-rated motel was behind them, but she would never forget the place, and the astounding effect it had had upon her life. Rolling ahead of her, the highway arrowed for her house, the home that had been part of the divorce settlement when she’d parted from Marshall. The very idea of it seemed staid and sterile to her now, the almost pathologically tidy rooms that she realized only echoed her loneliness.
But not any more, she told herself exultantly; now there was Bettina and Robbie, and her son was closer to her than he had ever been, because he was also her lover, her young and continually horny stud. And her daughter-in-law was a swinging bisexual who revelled in eating pussy as well as having her own delectable snatch chewed.
And Lauralee Jergens herself, wasn’t she also a balling, AC/DC chick? That’s what the kids called her, and the label was proper. She felt a hand upon her thigh, and smiled at the windshield. Robbie sat beside her, his bride next to the other door. They’d wanted to travel this way, not separate from her in the back seat, and she was glad. Her son’s hand caressed her thigh with gentle affection, and Lauralee trembled with a rising excitement, wondering if she would always react this way to him, and seeing no future reason not to. Not as long as they both could fuck, she though gaily; not while their overflowing love was shared by Bettina, also.
“I can’t keep my hands off you,” Robbie said, “or my wife, either. But I’ve been screwing Bettina longer. I guess you suspected that, hum, Mom?”
“Sort of,” she admitted, “but I wouldn’t face the fact. Now I’m glad you two were making it, and happier yet you were married.” Form the corner of her eye, Lauralee saw that Bettina was unzipping the boy’s jeans, but had to shift her eyes back to the road before she could watch that precious young cock come into view. She knew it was there, though; she knew it was long and slender, and that its polished head would be ballooning swiftly, that perhaps a small and glistening pearl of pre-seminal fluid would be gathering upon its very tip.
Lauralee quivered as her son moved his hand from her thigh to cup her mound. “Baby,” she gasped, “Don’t do that while I’m driving. I’ll run us off the road.”
“I won’t finger-fuck you,” Robbie promised. “I’ll just hold my mother’s wonderful pussy like this, while my wife plays with my prick. Maybe you ought to drive a little faster, Mom.”
Catching her breath, Lauralee nodded and pressed down more on the gas pedal. They weren’t all that far from home now, and she was very anxious to get there, to strip away the throttling camouflage of her clothing and let her naked body breathe again. She was cheating on the speed limit, but hopefully not enough to make a state trooper fall in behind the car.
She dared to look over at the kids again, and saw Bettina’s small had sliding caressingly up and down Robbie’s erect cock. The girl smiled at her and aimed the adorable pinkish knob her way.
“Lauralee, have you ever jacked off a man, or seen it done? Watching all that creamy juice come spitting out of a cockhead is really something, very interesting.”
“N-no, I haven’t,” Lauralee answered. “And I don’t know if I could. I think I’d have to start kissing it, and then before I knew what was happening, I’d have it in my mouth, instead.”
Bettina laughed softly. “I know what you mean, but sometimes I do both — jack him off and catch the semen in my mouth when he goes off.”
“You’re both driving me out of my mind,” Lauralee said between clenched teeth. “I can feel my pussy trembling and turning damp.”
Robbie cupped her vulva tighter. “So can I, right through your clothes. That’s a very special cunt you have, Mom.”
“Have you screwed others?” she asked. “Besides Bettina I mean?”
“Sure; I was fucking by the time I was twelve, but Bettina was the best, and she taught me about oral sex, too. Then when I got into my first grown-up type pussy…” Robbie stopped talking suddenly, and Lauralee glanced at him.
“I’ll tell you all about that later,” he said, and she thought that Bettina had squeezed almost savagely upon the boy’s erect penis. Somehow, the gesture seemed like a warning.
The familiar off ramp loomed ahead, and Lauralee swung down it, hesitated at the stop sign, and turned down it, hesitated at the stop sign, and turned right. Just a few more blocks, and they could run into the house and get naked. She would lock all the doors and keep the drapes drawn; she might even take the phone off it hook, because she didn’t want to be bothered by anyone.
There was the street, lined with heavily leafed trees that shaded it and the rolling lawns of the quiet, respectable neighborhood. Lauralee zipped the car into the driveway and hit the brakes.
“Now,” she said, “Put your cock back into your pants for the moment, Robbie. No, just leave the luggage for now; we can take it in later.”
“Mom’s in a hurry to get fucked,” he grinned. “Come on, Bettina.”
Lauralee had trouble with the key, but finally swung back the door, and they were inside the darkened house. She kicked the door shut behind them and turned the lock, then took only a few steps into the living room before she began taking off her dress and kicking away her shoes.
Following her example, her son kept grinning. “Man, oh man; my father doesn’t know what he’s missing. It’s too bad he couldn’t turn you on like this. I’ll be if Dad could watch that great body shining the way it is, and see your tits shaking, and your crazy pussy hair gleaming, he’d just about come in his pants, no matter how many times he had screwed you.”
She stepped out of her underthings and stood erect, with her legs apart, running her fingers over her aching breasts and rolling her hips sexily. A few feet away, she watched the golden flesh of Bettina being exposed, glimpsing the feathery glory of the girl’s burnished pubic hair and the outstanding little pink nipples. Then Lauralee concentrated upon her son, focusing upon the boy’s swollen and visibly throbbing prick; it held a hypnotic allure for her.
Lauralee said, “I don’t think your father would ever be interested in me again. Thinking back on our life together, I guess it was pretty bad for him. But let’s not talk about him now; I’m more interested in getting with you and Bettina.”
He came to her with his arms outstretched, with that lovely hard prick poking ahead of his belly like a miniature flagpole. Wrapping her own arms about him, Lauralee kissed the boy’s eagerly opened mouth, and their tongues met fiercely. This time she sensed that their fucking would not be gentle, but a violently demanding coupling that would batter them both, and Lauralee welcomed the savagery of their needs.
His hands were kneading her breasts, his fingers toying with her aching nipples and his cockhead sliding back and forth across her trembling belly. Lauralee could feel his balls, feel the soft pubic hair. She had never fucked her husband here in the living room of their home; it had always been upstairs in the lightless bedroom, and always Marshall had initiated the action, never herself.
Robbie was bending his cock down, and she suddenly felt it jerk upward to snuggle along the length of her pulsing labia. She tried to move him toward the big, low couch on the other side of the room, but he resisted, she wondered why. Then the boy stopped and his knob was prodding upward, trying to wiggle its way into her vulva from below. He was only a little bit shorter than she was, and Lauralee realized that her son meant to fuck her standing up.
His cockhead nuzzled at her pussy lips, and she shifted the angle of her crotch to help it enter, her pulse racing and her heart pounding at this new possibility. The boy’s knob found the path, stretching her rubbery labia and driving upward into the salved gloving of her vibrant cunt, up into the vagina until the length of his sweet meat was crammed home.
“I’m going to fuck you in every possible position,” Robbie promised, arching his back and thrusting more strongly. “I mean to screw my beautiful, hot-assed mother in every hole she’s got, and you’re going to dig it, aren’t you? You’re going to love taking my prick every way there is.”
“Y-yes,” she sighed, “oh yes, darling. Stick that gorgeous young meat deeper into your mother’s pussy — deeper, baby. Sock it home and tear me apart!”
They writhed together, and Lauralee discovered that she couldn’t get to his cock quite as well like this, but she enjoyed the change, the difference, and clung to the surging cheeks of her son’s ass while he fed his shaft powerfully up into her steamy gash. Robbie’s mouth fastened hungrily to one of her tits and tried to draw the entire mound between his suctioning lips. Her pussy ate at his rod, gulped at the pistoning meat, and Lauralee’s vaginal muscles clamped upon it, adored it juicily, wetly, hotly.
When he lunged harder, she almost lost her balance, and swayed. Robbie held to her, and moved her step by slow, fumbling step across the room, stroking his prick steadily into her avid snatch as he did so. The couch bumped the backs of her knees, and Lauralee sank back upon its cushions, being very careful not to have his submerged prick slip out. He rolled over on top of her and hammered his pelvis into her heavily padded one; Lauralee know the rhythmic slapping of his balls and the sweaty pressure of his belly. Robbie had to let go of her nipple then, and transferred his mouth to her own, feeding her his tongue with the same primitive fury that he was using to sledge his stiff rod into her flexing cunt.
Rocking with him, turning with his thrusts, Lauralee raised her legs and trapped his lurching body in the silken net. Writhing upon his driving prick, she dug her heels into the cleft of his ass and bit the boy’s lips as her climax bubbled furiously, deep within her vagina.
This was real; this demanding power was real and true, and she fought to hold her own against it, battled to fuck him even more fiercely than he was screwing her. Gasping and heaving, she strained against his crotch as her clitoris exploded to send the sweet violence throughout her quivering body.
A heartbeat later, she felt the spewing of his sizzling come, the eruption of his semen. Heavy and searing, the treasured juice boiled against the cup of her cervix and sprayed the vaginal walls. Her son’s fingertips drilled into the soft cheeks of her trembling ass, and his balls emptied themselves in successive convulsions.
Her head swimming, Lauralee fell back upon the couch, her legs slipping down his, her breasts pumping as she choked for air, for some kind of balance. Every time, she thought dazedly; each and every time she came with Robbie, it was fantastic, an orgasm that screamed exultantly along her nerves and went off inside her mind like a chain of firecrackers.
She became conscious that she was being kissed, that two pairs of lips were soft and arm at her cheeks, upon her throat. She knew that another set of firm breasts was pressing into her side, and that her lover’s prick was still embedded to its thick hilt within her milky vagina. Bettina, she thought; adorable little Bettina had stayed aside so that Lauralee could have her pussy filled once again with an enchanted cock.
Turning her head, Lauralee kissed the girl’s tender mouth and murmured, “Thank you, dear. I don’t mean to be greedy or selfish. It’s just that — well, since you got me started sexually, I just can’t seem to get enough.”
Bettina drew the tip of her tongue across her lips and said, “That isn’t bad. In fact, it’s good for all of us.” She pulled back slightly and said to Robbie, “I guess this is as good a time as any to tell her.”
Gently, the boy pulled his still rigid shaft from the sleeve of his mother’s cunt. She felt sticky juice purling down the inside of one thigh, and blinked at her son as he sat back upon his haunches. Robbie posed there between his mother’s spread white thighs, a smear of semen clinging to the inflamed head of his prick.
He said, “Now don’t get worried, Mom. It’s — we’ve been making it with somebody else, before you. Bettina thinks you can handle that now.”
“Of course,” Lauralee said, puzzled. “You already told me about yourself, and I an imagine how Bettina got all her experience. But I don’t see why you should be making a big thing of it now.”
Robbie tilted his head to one side. “We didn’t tell you WHO we’ve been screwing, and we never would have, except you’ve turned from an iceberg into the hottest piece of ass around.”
Cupping one of Lauralee’s breasts, Bettina said quietly, “You lost your hang-ups with me, and with your own son. So you shouldn’t get spaced out about anything sexual, now. Robbie and I have been making it with my folks — he’s bee putting it to my mom and I’ve been fucking my daddy. But I had a head start on Robbie, because my daddy took my cherry when I was thirteen years old, and taught me just about everything I know about sex.”
Despite all her good intentions, Lauralee gasped. It came as such a shock to think that this lovely, sweet girl had been deflowered — and wasn’t that a hang-up expression — had been screwed by her own father at such an early age. And Robbie: her boy, was putting that beautiful shaft to another older woman, to his wife’s mother.
But that was no worse, if WORSE was the proper word, than him fucking his own mother. Lauralee absorbed the information and dissected it, growing more calm by the moment. Really, she thought, it was ridiculous to be upset about anything like that. In a back-handed way, she was truly grateful to Mr. and Mrs. and Mrs. Hartmann, to the man, especially. If he hadn’t screwed his young daughter, and evidently done a magnificent job of breaking in the girl, Bettina might not have fucked Robbie so easily, might not have married him. An Lauralee would still be a frigid, bitter woman blind to all the sensuous joys of incest and bisexuality.
“Your father taught you well,” she said, “and I’m thankful you passed it along, Bettina.”
“There,” Robbie crowed. “I told you she was great. Oh man, what a ball we’re going to have.” He slid out from between her legs, his cock drooping a little.
Lauralee propped herself on one elbow and put her arm around the girl’s slim and nubile body. “But how did you get to screw Mrs. Hartmann, dear?”
Her son grinned. “It was kind of easy, because Chris — that’s Bettina’s father — was balling Bettina so much that he wasn’t giving much prick to his wife, to Jessica. She thought he was getting something on the side, but she didn’t suspect Bettina. I mean, she was hot to trot, and looking around for some fucking of her own. There I was, and I screwed the hell out of her, all turned on because she was Bettina’s mom, and because she was my first grown-up pussy.”
“Let me get this straight,” Lauralee said. “You KNEW that Bettina was laying her father, and you still meant to marry her?”
“Sure, Mom. And once I got into Jessica and got her turned on, it was simple to set it up so that Bettina dame in and caught us fucking up a storm. Man, I had it balls-deep into her mom’s wet cunt when she walked into the bedroom. Jessica almost passed out and tried to wiggle out from under me, but I held down so Bettina could explain it all to her. After she thought it over some, Jessica could see that the four of us would make a happy family. That night, she almost screwed Chris’ balls off, she was so excited, and that day, the four of us got together.”
Lauralee caught her breath, picturing an adult couple and this pair of charming, sensual children, naked and squirming together — the father fucking his tiny daughter, the mother stroking a rich and mature cunt upon a boy’s eager cock. She could imagine the adult couple staring at each other, seeing for the first time how the youthful lovers screwed, watching each other rise to the wild heights of passion. It must have been a terrifically stimulating experience for them all, an orgy of the flesh and mind as well.
“Bettina,” she asked, “did you learn to got down on women from your mother?”
The girl laughed merrily. “Oh no; I had this thing going with another kid for awhile, before my daddy started fucking me. That’s how he got up the nerve, the first time. He saw Maris and me doing some sixty-nine; it gave him such a hard-on that he practically raped me.” She laughed again. “But he didn’t have to struggle much; I was more than ready to try on a prick, and from then on, we screwed every time we got the chance. I was the first chick to eat Mom’s cunt, and mine was the first she ever tasted. Now she digs it, too; just like you, Lauralee.”
“Just like me,” Lauralee breathed. “Oh, I’m so mixed up; all these new ideas coming at once, all these different concepts. But I can accept them, because I don’t ever want to go back to what I was, and I certainly don’t want to lose my two beautiful lovers, ever.”
Robbie swung his legs over the side of the bed and Bettina kissed Lauralee’s cheek. “That’s great, just wonderful. When I saw you finger-fucking yourself in that X-rated motel, I just knew everything was going to work out all right. Excuse me now; I want to go call my parents and tell them that we’re back from the wedding. They sort of planned on sharing our honeymoon, but I’ll explain it has to be later, that we have something going with you.”
Not yet, she thought; oh, not yet. There were still violent flames raging within her awakened body, hot fires that needed to be quenched the only way possible — by some more solid fucking. She had so many wasted years to make up for, so many strange and exciting sensations to undergo.
Listening, she heard them next door, and slowly sat up on the water bed, still not used to its sensuous movements beneath her nude body. Stroking her hands teasingly over her firm breasts, Lauralee thought: her body, what a wondrous mechanism it was, even though it had taken her far too long to discover its potential. Before, she had accepted it, and little more. Of course she’d been somewhat proud of her looks in general, of the fact she had no lines on her face, and that she wasn’t fat. But she had so resolutely kept its secret functions from her mound, trying to deny their existence! And now they were primary to her.
They loved her body; both Robbie and Bettina adored her flesh and its hot, juicy places. Lauralee could do no less than love it, also. And she did, for the rapture within it, for the ecstasy her body could impart to others. It was so damned GOOD to be alive and functioning at long last as a lusty, healthy female.
Licking her lips, she convinced herself that she could yet taste the residue of her son’s semen there, and smiled in memory of its gushing fulfillment. How marvelously it was flavored! And the matchless intimacy of the ejaculation was beyond description. Doing that to him, knowing the feel of his rigid shaft within her mouth, curling her tongue around the delicious meat as it slid in and out, and experiencing the burying of the cockhead in her throat — it was something she had to know again and again.
And she would, no matter what else might happen. Lauralee wanted to know it, be it, do it all. Fondling the rising nipples of her breasts, she stood up, undecided as to whether she should break in on them in the next room. First she would clean herself up a bit, she thought, and hurried to the bathroom. She peed, and knew a little thrill deep within her stimulated pussy; every move she made seemed to call attention to that newly awakened sheath.
Swiftly, Lauralee showered, and touched herself with the simple perfume she carried in her purse, although the flowery scent didn’t suit her any more; she’d have to buy something musky and sensuous, she thought, a special fragrance to accent her new self. And sexy undies, babydoll nighties, all the things she had once considered so frivolous and senseless, possibly a different hairdo. Pants suits which would cling to her body. There was a whole different world out there for Lauralee, and she was going willingly into its embraces.
Toweling her hair, she started to wrap the towel around her hips, then thought the hell with it. She was proud of her naked body now.
The kids were sitting side by side upon her bed when she strode into the room with her head held high and her long body glowing.
“Hi,” her son said. “You’re a constant surprise to us, Mom. We figured you had crashed for the night, that maybe we had worn you out, but here you are, fresher and more beautiful than ever.”
Lauralee felt no flush of embarrassment, no stab of guilt. Not any more, she told herself firmly; that kind of nonsense was all in the past, and damned well belonged there. “You two look beautiful, too,” she murmured. “Are you hungry, or anything? I don’t even know what time it is, and don’t much care.”
Bettina smiled at her. “Nobody’s in any hurry, Lauralee. If you want to stay over all day, that’s just great for us.”
Giggling, Lauralee said, “I wonder what that shifty little desk clerk will think about that?”
“Who cares?” Robbie asked. “Every time I look at your gorgeous cunt, I think I could fuck it for a week, without stopping — except to eat it. That’s what I want to do now, Mother; I have to get that wild pussy into my mouth and suck on it.”
Lauralee felt a hot shiver climbing her spine, and a tremble began somewhere within the silken depths of her vagina. “Anything,” she whispered, “anything for the two people I love most.”
Bettina rose from the bed to make room, that small and shapely body glistening like precious molten metal, but so much softer. Robbie slid across the undulating water bed, and Lauralee stared down to watch the rising of her son’s prick, seeing it thicken and grow longer.
The brown matting of his pubic hair looked soft and appealing, and she remembered the touch of it against her face, the ultra-soft caress of his sack. Lauralee couldn’t ever recall seeing his father’s hard cock close up; she had been repelled by the very idea and now she wondered what her former husband’s cock would be like. Shaking the thought away, she moved to the bed and lay upon it, welcoming its gentle rolling, the give of it beneath her ass.
She rolled toward Robbie and took his slim body into her arms. Her mouth sought his, and she kissed her son as he so deserved to be kissed, with a probing of her hot tongue and a gentle clashing of teeth. Lauralee drank his breath and ran her hands in wonder over his sleek body, finding the grace and young manhood of his shaping, the sculptured modelling of his buttocks.
Robbie’s cock pressed against her belly, and her erectile nipples drilled themselves into his hairless chest. She rubbed her aching mound into his crotch, tore his mouth away and gasped, “Oh, Mom, it’s just like touching you for the first time? You make my prick so stiff it hurts. I love Bettina, and really dig fucking her, but I guess Mother pussy must be the best there is.”
Wriggling along her flesh, her son dipped his face and began to kiss her throat, her collarbone. She stroked his hair and shoulders, moving onto her back and parting her legs so he could fit his body between her hungry thighs. When he reached her tits Lauralee squirmed and worked slowly on down to her belly, nipping the skin and laving it wetly with his hot tongue.
She quivered at the stirring of his breath in her pubic hair, and her labia seemed to reach up, to part of their own accord. Groaning, her son plunged his mouth greedily into her cunt and Lauralee echoed his throaty sound. Her head rolled from side to side upon the pillow as Robbie at her pussy, and her darling boy gobbled her cunt, his tongue corkscrewing far into her flowing vagina, his teeth pressing into her pussy lips.
Robbie’s fingernails dug into the surging cheeks of her ass, and she rolled her hips, smearing her crotch over his cheeks and chin, against his nose. It was maddening, but a beautiful insanity that tingled along her nerve ends and made her skin quake wildly. Lauralee hunched her cunt to him, bringing her smooth thighs close to caress her son’s head with them.
She was gasping for breath when she felt Bettina slide onto the bed with them. While Robbie busily devoured her snatch, the girl began to caress Lauralee’s throbbing breasts. Taking turns upon the tender nipples, Bettina moved tantalizingly down and down while Lauralee’s confused mind wondered what was going on. But whatever it was, the act had to be wonderful, and she accepted the additional caresses with happiness.
Then it happened. Bettina forced the thighs apart, and manipulated herself into the widespread legs beside Robbie. Lauralee stared down at the heads together, the brown one and the honey-blond one, boy and girl. Her belly tightened at Bettina added the quick and deft caresses of her tongue to that of Robbie’s, and Lauralee was somehow being eaten by two people.
She could feel the feverish darting of both their tongues, sometimes alternating, sometimes cramming themselves side by side into her heaving snatch. They went to work on her clitoris, lapping and teasing, their caresses sliding wet, tingling hot. Oh Lord — skyrockets were threatening to go off inside her vagina, the fuses sizzling. It was an overwhelming sensation, and Lauralee swivelled her crotch in happiness, pivoting her steaming cunt against first one mouth, then the other.
Deliciously, the shudders ran through her taut and writhing body; her vagina contracted and her ass quivered. Lauralee cried out that she was coming, coming, but the searching tongues only speared her faster and deeper.
Locking their heads between her thighs, she churned her pussy in ecstasy, feeling it turn into a seething cauldron, feeling the suction being applied there. Her head whirled and she had a tough time catching her breath, but Lauralee didn’t give a damn it she fell dead at the height of her orgasm. Pumping and moaning, she drew the most from it, forcing her inflamed clit against someone’s teeth, her moan lengthening and soaring as she felt the tip of a finger forcing itself into the tight dimple of her asshole.
It was still there when she fell back, her breasts pistoning up and down, and sharp, darting thrills still firing throughout her pussy, trailing liquid sparks behind. Lauralee wiggled upon the embedded finger, relaxing as it slid father up her tube. A different sensation, she thought in rapture, something else she was discovering. Another part of her body was being brought into a use she had never dreamed could be. Hazily, she wondered just how many ways of sensual gratification there were.
The finger eased from her disturbed anus, and Lauralee sighed. One head lifted from her steaming cunt, and another. She looked down the length of he supine body with drowsy eyes, registering slowly her son’s intent face.
“Your pussy tastes like honey, Mom,” he said softly. “Did my father ever go down on you like that? I mean, even without somebody else helping?”
Lauralee swallowed. “N-no, dear. Of course, we never did it with anyone else around. And — well, I never enjoyed it, before. You and Bettina, you’re both so marvelous.”
“You are, too,” he breathed. “Man, that’s really a juicy gash, so rich and velvety. I damned near dame while I was eating you.”
“Don’t waste it, baby,” she said. “Give it to your mother.”
His swollen cockhead prodded at the entrance of her vulva, soft and hard at once, covered with silken skin, but having that strong core of power present only in a horny man’s turgid prick. Lauralee’s pussy lips fitted themselves to the knob, already greasy with excitement, and her sons bulb slid easily between them as Robbie thrust his shaft up and in.
The distended meat glided into her receptive cunt, far up into her pulsating hole, and the boy’s lovely balls came to rest in the furry cleft of her trembling ass. It was inside her again; her darling son’s wonderful prick was buried to the root inside her greedy cunt, throbbing there as he lay still between her thighs. Pelvis to pelvis, his brown pubic hair blending with her curly black mattress, they remained quiet for a while, exulting in what they both had.
Slowly then, by tacit agreement, they began to stroke, Robbie’s long, slim cock slipping inch by inch back through the jealous gripping of her satin-lined sheath, the upper part of the sweet meat exerting pressure against her clit. Fabulous boyish prick, she thought, rolling her belly against his; fantastic little-boy cock so beautiful and hard, sawing in and out of her soupy gash. She rode it gleefully, but not with any driving force; Lauralee wanted the gentleness now, this special tender give-and-take of slippery meat within oily flesh.
Sensuously and almost languidly, she ground upon the moving rod, caressing her son’s smooth hips and travelling her fingers along his spine. Robbie reached deeply with every thrust, no more in a hurry than she was, and she luxuriated in the penetrations, in the teasing way he was using his charming prick.
So many things had been turned topsy-turvy in her mind. There was no way she could possibly be jealous of this boy’s other lover, of Robbie’s legal wife. Maybe that was because she was also in live with the lovely Bettina, she had shared that sugared pussy as well. But it now seemed so RIGHT, all very natural and normal to fuck and be fucked by those she truly cared for.
“Slow and easy,” Robbie sighed. “It’s far out to be able to screw you this way, Mom — without hurrying and jamming it to you, I mean. Your cunt is so soft and deep, and so hot, too. I dig putting the cock to you like this, with your fine ass wiggling and your belly sliding, while I look down and watch your tits rocking from side to side. But I don’t know how long I can hold out, so if I start to come before you do, let me know.”
“It won’t matter,” she purred, feeling catlike and squirmy. “You can make me come just by pumping that magic semen into my pussy darling. Ooohh! That’s so thrilling — ahhh, my sweetheart, my horny little boy. How you’ve grown up — oohh! I adore your cock, Robbie! I worship this superb prick!”
Lauralee became conscious of the girl, of young Bettina slipping into position near her head. Dreamily, she turned her face, wriggling upon the slow prodding meat within her abundant cunt. She saw Bettina’s dark golden pubic hair, and the peerless modelling of the shapely thighs, the rounded sculpture of the girl’s knees.
“Take me, too,” Bettina murmured. “Just keep your head straight, Lauralee, and I’ll lift one knee across you like this — oh yes, darling. It turns me on so much, to watch Robbie feeding you his meat, to see you hunching on your son’s prick, my husband’s prick.”
Staring up, Lauralee eyed the poised vulva, and delighted in the sight of the furred mound, the peeping pink labia. A cunt could be beautiful, too, she thought; how could she have ever considered here own to be ugly? Gently, the girl began to lower that beguiling crotch, and Lauralee caught the aroma of it, the spicy, exotic perfume of love itself.
She humped a little faster upon Robbie’s gliding shaft, and her daughter-in-law’s pussy came down, down. Lauralee opened her mouth and fitted her lips across those humid ones so honeyed and elegant. Silken hair pressed against her teeth, and she bored her tongue upward into the dewy vagina that had been so artistically designed for sex with either man or woman.
They were meshed again, when Bettina’s snatch settled snugly over he mouth; they were mixed, locked together by prick and cunt and tongue, all of them moving torridly together in the selfless sharing of their love. Lauaralee twisted upon her son’s surging meant, and Robbie started to pump it more strongly to his mother’s cunt, his greasy balls flapping noisily against her asshole.
Bettina was very eager, and although her vision was cut off, Lauralee could vividly imagine the girl staring wide-eyed at the prick slipping in and out, at the curling gyrations of a black-haired pussy that was fast approaching a climax. The girl thrust and heaved, recoiling only to jam that juicy slot harder against Lauralee’s lapping tongue.
There was the clitoris, leaping with a life of its won, and Lauralee drew it avidly, pulled on the feminine penis with a blind and dedicated affection. She could hear Bettina hissing, hear the girl groaning. Maybe it was Robbie, she thought dimly; maybe all three of them were making the sounds.
Sucking and rolling her jaws, Lauralee hurried the job on Bettina’s clit, wanting the girl to come with them, for she could feel the jerkiness of her son’s reaching cockhead, and knew that orgasm was close. Her own was blooming like a wildflower, deep within her rippling cunt, and Lauralee lurched, pulled back, and snapped her vagina tightly around Robbie’s embedded shaft.
The boy came furiously, jetting his semen into her pussy with spasmodic bursts, grunting and holding his root firmly against her clitoris. Lauralee came with him, white novas spinning inside her straining body, and she felt Bettina shudder at the same moment. They had made it.
Lauralee drove at average speed, although she wanted to hurry home. The X-rated motel was behind them, but she would never forget the place, and the astounding effect it had had upon her life. Rolling ahead of her, the highway arrowed for her house, the home that had been part of the divorce settlement when she’d parted from Marshall. The very idea of it seemed staid and sterile to her now, the almost pathologically tidy rooms that she realized only echoed her loneliness.
But not any more, she told herself exultantly; now there was Bettina and Robbie, and her son was closer to her than he had ever been, because he was also her lover, her young and continually horny stud. And her daughter-in-law was a swinging bisexual who revelled in eating pussy as well as having her own delectable snatch chewed.
And Lauralee Jergens herself, wasn’t she also a balling, AC/DC chick? That’s what the kids called her, and the label was proper. She felt a hand upon her thigh, and smiled at the windshield. Robbie sat beside her, his bride next to the other door. They’d wanted to travel this way, not separate from her in the back seat, and she was glad. Her son’s hand caressed her thigh with gentle affection, and Lauralee trembled with a rising excitement, wondering if she would always react this way to him, and seeing no future reason not to. Not as long as they both could fuck, she though gaily; not while their overflowing love was shared by Bettina, also.
“I can’t keep my hands off you,” Robbie said, “or my wife, either. But I’ve been screwing Bettina longer. I guess you suspected that, hum, Mom?”
“Sort of,” she admitted, “but I wouldn’t face the fact. Now I’m glad you two were making it, and happier yet you were married.” Form the corner of her eye, Lauralee saw that Bettina was unzipping the boy’s jeans, but had to shift her eyes back to the road before she could watch that precious young cock come into view. She knew it was there, though; she knew it was long and slender, and that its polished head would be ballooning swiftly, that perhaps a small and glistening pearl of pre-seminal fluid would be gathering upon its very tip.
Lauralee quivered as her son moved his hand from her thigh to cup her mound. “Baby,” she gasped, “Don’t do that while I’m driving. I’ll run us off the road.”
“I won’t finger-fuck you,” Robbie promised. “I’ll just hold my mother’s wonderful pussy like this, while my wife plays with my prick. Maybe you ought to drive a little faster, Mom.”
Catching her breath, Lauralee nodded and pressed down more on the gas pedal. They weren’t all that far from home now, and she was very anxious to get there, to strip away the throttling camouflage of her clothing and let her naked body breathe again. She was cheating on the speed limit, but hopefully not enough to make a state trooper fall in behind the car.
She dared to look over at the kids again, and saw Bettina’s small had sliding caressingly up and down Robbie’s erect cock. The girl smiled at her and aimed the adorable pinkish knob her way.
“Lauralee, have you ever jacked off a man, or seen it done? Watching all that creamy juice come spitting out of a cockhead is really something, very interesting.”
“N-no, I haven’t,” Lauralee answered. “And I don’t know if I could. I think I’d have to start kissing it, and then before I knew what was happening, I’d have it in my mouth, instead.”
Bettina laughed softly. “I know what you mean, but sometimes I do both — jack him off and catch the semen in my mouth when he goes off.”
“You’re both driving me out of my mind,” Lauralee said between clenched teeth. “I can feel my pussy trembling and turning damp.”
Robbie cupped her vulva tighter. “So can I, right through your clothes. That’s a very special cunt you have, Mom.”
“Have you screwed others?” she asked. “Besides Bettina I mean?”
“Sure; I was fucking by the time I was twelve, but Bettina was the best, and she taught me about oral sex, too. Then when I got into my first grown-up type pussy…” Robbie stopped talking suddenly, and Lauralee glanced at him.
“I’ll tell you all about that later,” he said, and she thought that Bettina had squeezed almost savagely upon the boy’s erect penis. Somehow, the gesture seemed like a warning.
The familiar off ramp loomed ahead, and Lauralee swung down it, hesitated at the stop sign, and turned down it, hesitated at the stop sign, and turned right. Just a few more blocks, and they could run into the house and get naked. She would lock all the doors and keep the drapes drawn; she might even take the phone off it hook, because she didn’t want to be bothered by anyone.
There was the street, lined with heavily leafed trees that shaded it and the rolling lawns of the quiet, respectable neighborhood. Lauralee zipped the car into the driveway and hit the brakes.
“Now,” she said, “Put your cock back into your pants for the moment, Robbie. No, just leave the luggage for now; we can take it in later.”
“Mom’s in a hurry to get fucked,” he grinned. “Come on, Bettina.”
Lauralee had trouble with the key, but finally swung back the door, and they were inside the darkened house. She kicked the door shut behind them and turned the lock, then took only a few steps into the living room before she began taking off her dress and kicking away her shoes.
Following her example, her son kept grinning. “Man, oh man; my father doesn’t know what he’s missing. It’s too bad he couldn’t turn you on like this. I’ll be if Dad could watch that great body shining the way it is, and see your tits shaking, and your crazy pussy hair gleaming, he’d just about come in his pants, no matter how many times he had screwed you.”
She stepped out of her underthings and stood erect, with her legs apart, running her fingers over her aching breasts and rolling her hips sexily. A few feet away, she watched the golden flesh of Bettina being exposed, glimpsing the feathery glory of the girl’s burnished pubic hair and the outstanding little pink nipples. Then Lauralee concentrated upon her son, focusing upon the boy’s swollen and visibly throbbing prick; it held a hypnotic allure for her.
Lauralee said, “I don’t think your father would ever be interested in me again. Thinking back on our life together, I guess it was pretty bad for him. But let’s not talk about him now; I’m more interested in getting with you and Bettina.”
He came to her with his arms outstretched, with that lovely hard prick poking ahead of his belly like a miniature flagpole. Wrapping her own arms about him, Lauralee kissed the boy’s eagerly opened mouth, and their tongues met fiercely. This time she sensed that their fucking would not be gentle, but a violently demanding coupling that would batter them both, and Lauralee welcomed the savagery of their needs.
His hands were kneading her breasts, his fingers toying with her aching nipples and his cockhead sliding back and forth across her trembling belly. Lauralee could feel his balls, feel the soft pubic hair. She had never fucked her husband here in the living room of their home; it had always been upstairs in the lightless bedroom, and always Marshall had initiated the action, never herself.
Robbie was bending his cock down, and she suddenly felt it jerk upward to snuggle along the length of her pulsing labia. She tried to move him toward the big, low couch on the other side of the room, but he resisted, she wondered why. Then the boy stopped and his knob was prodding upward, trying to wiggle its way into her vulva from below. He was only a little bit shorter than she was, and Lauralee realized that her son meant to fuck her standing up.
His cockhead nuzzled at her pussy lips, and she shifted the angle of her crotch to help it enter, her pulse racing and her heart pounding at this new possibility. The boy’s knob found the path, stretching her rubbery labia and driving upward into the salved gloving of her vibrant cunt, up into the vagina until the length of his sweet meat was crammed home.
“I’m going to fuck you in every possible position,” Robbie promised, arching his back and thrusting more strongly. “I mean to screw my beautiful, hot-assed mother in every hole she’s got, and you’re going to dig it, aren’t you? You’re going to love taking my prick every way there is.”
“Y-yes,” she sighed, “oh yes, darling. Stick that gorgeous young meat deeper into your mother’s pussy — deeper, baby. Sock it home and tear me apart!”
They writhed together, and Lauralee discovered that she couldn’t get to his cock quite as well like this, but she enjoyed the change, the difference, and clung to the surging cheeks of her son’s ass while he fed his shaft powerfully up into her steamy gash. Robbie’s mouth fastened hungrily to one of her tits and tried to draw the entire mound between his suctioning lips. Her pussy ate at his rod, gulped at the pistoning meat, and Lauralee’s vaginal muscles clamped upon it, adored it juicily, wetly, hotly.
When he lunged harder, she almost lost her balance, and swayed. Robbie held to her, and moved her step by slow, fumbling step across the room, stroking his prick steadily into her avid snatch as he did so. The couch bumped the backs of her knees, and Lauralee sank back upon its cushions, being very careful not to have his submerged prick slip out. He rolled over on top of her and hammered his pelvis into her heavily padded one; Lauralee know the rhythmic slapping of his balls and the sweaty pressure of his belly. Robbie had to let go of her nipple then, and transferred his mouth to her own, feeding her his tongue with the same primitive fury that he was using to sledge his stiff rod into her flexing cunt.
Rocking with him, turning with his thrusts, Lauralee raised her legs and trapped his lurching body in the silken net. Writhing upon his driving prick, she dug her heels into the cleft of his ass and bit the boy’s lips as her climax bubbled furiously, deep within her vagina.
This was real; this demanding power was real and true, and she fought to hold her own against it, battled to fuck him even more fiercely than he was screwing her. Gasping and heaving, she strained against his crotch as her clitoris exploded to send the sweet violence throughout her quivering body.
A heartbeat later, she felt the spewing of his sizzling come, the eruption of his semen. Heavy and searing, the treasured juice boiled against the cup of her cervix and sprayed the vaginal walls. Her son’s fingertips drilled into the soft cheeks of her trembling ass, and his balls emptied themselves in successive convulsions.
Her head swimming, Lauralee fell back upon the couch, her legs slipping down his, her breasts pumping as she choked for air, for some kind of balance. Every time, she thought dazedly; each and every time she came with Robbie, it was fantastic, an orgasm that screamed exultantly along her nerves and went off inside her mind like a chain of firecrackers.
She became conscious that she was being kissed, that two pairs of lips were soft and arm at her cheeks, upon her throat. She knew that another set of firm breasts was pressing into her side, and that her lover’s prick was still embedded to its thick hilt within her milky vagina. Bettina, she thought; adorable little Bettina had stayed aside so that Lauralee could have her pussy filled once again with an enchanted cock.
Turning her head, Lauralee kissed the girl’s tender mouth and murmured, “Thank you, dear. I don’t mean to be greedy or selfish. It’s just that — well, since you got me started sexually, I just can’t seem to get enough.”
Bettina drew the tip of her tongue across her lips and said, “That isn’t bad. In fact, it’s good for all of us.” She pulled back slightly and said to Robbie, “I guess this is as good a time as any to tell her.”
Gently, the boy pulled his still rigid shaft from the sleeve of his mother’s cunt. She felt sticky juice purling down the inside of one thigh, and blinked at her son as he sat back upon his haunches. Robbie posed there between his mother’s spread white thighs, a smear of semen clinging to the inflamed head of his prick.
He said, “Now don’t get worried, Mom. It’s — we’ve been making it with somebody else, before you. Bettina thinks you can handle that now.”
“Of course,” Lauralee said, puzzled. “You already told me about yourself, and I an imagine how Bettina got all her experience. But I don’t see why you should be making a big thing of it now.”
Robbie tilted his head to one side. “We didn’t tell you WHO we’ve been screwing, and we never would have, except you’ve turned from an iceberg into the hottest piece of ass around.”
Cupping one of Lauralee’s breasts, Bettina said quietly, “You lost your hang-ups with me, and with your own son. So you shouldn’t get spaced out about anything sexual, now. Robbie and I have been making it with my folks — he’s bee putting it to my mom and I’ve been fucking my daddy. But I had a head start on Robbie, because my daddy took my cherry when I was thirteen years old, and taught me just about everything I know about sex.”
Despite all her good intentions, Lauralee gasped. It came as such a shock to think that this lovely, sweet girl had been deflowered — and wasn’t that a hang-up expression — had been screwed by her own father at such an early age. And Robbie: her boy, was putting that beautiful shaft to another older woman, to his wife’s mother.
But that was no worse, if WORSE was the proper word, than him fucking his own mother. Lauralee absorbed the information and dissected it, growing more calm by the moment. Really, she thought, it was ridiculous to be upset about anything like that. In a back-handed way, she was truly grateful to Mr. and Mrs. and Mrs. Hartmann, to the man, especially. If he hadn’t screwed his young daughter, and evidently done a magnificent job of breaking in the girl, Bettina might not have fucked Robbie so easily, might not have married him. An Lauralee would still be a frigid, bitter woman blind to all the sensuous joys of incest and bisexuality.
“Your father taught you well,” she said, “and I’m thankful you passed it along, Bettina.”
“There,” Robbie crowed. “I told you she was great. Oh man, what a ball we’re going to have.” He slid out from between her legs, his cock drooping a little.
Lauralee propped herself on one elbow and put her arm around the girl’s slim and nubile body. “But how did you get to screw Mrs. Hartmann, dear?”
Her son grinned. “It was kind of easy, because Chris — that’s Bettina’s father — was balling Bettina so much that he wasn’t giving much prick to his wife, to Jessica. She thought he was getting something on the side, but she didn’t suspect Bettina. I mean, she was hot to trot, and looking around for some fucking of her own. There I was, and I screwed the hell out of her, all turned on because she was Bettina’s mom, and because she was my first grown-up pussy.”
“Let me get this straight,” Lauralee said. “You KNEW that Bettina was laying her father, and you still meant to marry her?”
“Sure, Mom. And once I got into Jessica and got her turned on, it was simple to set it up so that Bettina dame in and caught us fucking up a storm. Man, I had it balls-deep into her mom’s wet cunt when she walked into the bedroom. Jessica almost passed out and tried to wiggle out from under me, but I held down so Bettina could explain it all to her. After she thought it over some, Jessica could see that the four of us would make a happy family. That night, she almost screwed Chris’ balls off, she was so excited, and that day, the four of us got together.”
Lauralee caught her breath, picturing an adult couple and this pair of charming, sensual children, naked and squirming together — the father fucking his tiny daughter, the mother stroking a rich and mature cunt upon a boy’s eager cock. She could imagine the adult couple staring at each other, seeing for the first time how the youthful lovers screwed, watching each other rise to the wild heights of passion. It must have been a terrifically stimulating experience for them all, an orgy of the flesh and mind as well.
“Bettina,” she asked, “did you learn to got down on women from your mother?”
The girl laughed merrily. “Oh no; I had this thing going with another kid for awhile, before my daddy started fucking me. That’s how he got up the nerve, the first time. He saw Maris and me doing some sixty-nine; it gave him such a hard-on that he practically raped me.” She laughed again. “But he didn’t have to struggle much; I was more than ready to try on a prick, and from then on, we screwed every time we got the chance. I was the first chick to eat Mom’s cunt, and mine was the first she ever tasted. Now she digs it, too; just like you, Lauralee.”
“Just like me,” Lauralee breathed. “Oh, I’m so mixed up; all these new ideas coming at once, all these different concepts. But I can accept them, because I don’t ever want to go back to what I was, and I certainly don’t want to lose my two beautiful lovers, ever.”
Robbie swung his legs over the side of the bed and Bettina kissed Lauralee’s cheek. “That’s great, just wonderful. When I saw you finger-fucking yourself in that X-rated motel, I just knew everything was going to work out all right. Excuse me now; I want to go call my parents and tell them that we’re back from the wedding. They sort of planned on sharing our honeymoon, but I’ll explain it has to be later, that we have something going with you.”
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