BEE-6674 Her Sensuous Search by Dawn Cummings


Chapter 1


The memory of the desk clerk's lecherous grin was still with Lauralee 
as she opened the door to one of the adjoining rooms and went inside. 
But she was just too woozy to wonder about the man's lifted eyebrow or 
the stupid question he had put to her when she registered. Didn't 
everybody stay all night in a motel? She couldn't imagine many people 
leaving at two a.m.

Dropping her only luggage, the overnight case, upon a chair, she 
blinked around the room and heard her son and his brand new bride 
laugh, through the door that connected their rooms. She frowned; 
neither of them had the decency to be embarrassed, and they should be. 
Not only because they had run away to Reno to get married--and both of 
them so damned YOUNG--but also because Robbie's beat-up old car had 
broken down and he'd had to call his mother to come rescue them.

Lauralee shrugged off her sensible coat and looked around the room. She 
shouldn't have had those two strong drinks; she wasn't at all used to 
alcohol, and they had made her drowsy, so of course the only logical 
thing to do was stop at the first motel along the highway. And it was 
expensive. Silly newlyweds never considered expenses, or jobs, or 
planning ahead; they just leaped into marriage as if it was going to be 
one long and rosy romance.

She blinked at her surroundings: a huge, round water bed over there, 
entirely surrounded by blue mirrors; even the ceiling above it was 
mirrored, and she thought, HOW CRUDE. The entire room seemed to shriek 
of sexuality. Lauralee's lip curled.

Walking over to the bed, she leaned to touch it gingerly, and drew back 
at the quiver of the thing. Next door, the girl giggled again, and 
Lauralee bit her lips remembering her own wedding night, the pain and 
ugliness, the farce that had continued throughout her marriage. But she 
strongly suspected that this wasn't the first time her son had been to 
bed with Bettina, and wondered why the girl was laughing. Maybe she was 
a good actress; so many women were, simply because they had to be.

Shaking her head, Lauralee walked to the bathroom and checked the 
shower stall for cleanliness. It would do, so she strode back into the 
bedroom, unbuttoning her blouse. Balancing primly upon the edge of a 
chair, she took off her shoes and noticed the time on her wristwatch. 
Time for the late news, she thought, and turned on the television set, 
then slid from her skirt and pulled her slip over her head as the set 
warmed up.

Her bra and panties were plain white and serviceable, nothing frilly 
and fancy; she had never even worn the lacy sets that her husband had 
brought home that first year. They were still packed away in a trunk. 
Maybe his new wife or girlfriend wore such things.

She was reaching around behind her back and had just unhooked her bra 
when her eyes fell on the TV screen. Lauralee gasped, and her knees 
unhinged themselves in a total shock that dropped her back into the 
chair, the bra slipping from her nerveless hand.

What she was seeing was IMPOSSIBLE, but there it was, in flaming and 
outrageous color--the close-up of a man's thing working back and forth 
into a woman's organ!

Stunned, she stared in disbelief at the terrible picture, at the veined 
penis sliding greasily, powerfully into a hairy mound whose lips were 
puggy and inflamed, at the rhythm of the furry testicles that swung 
back and forth. Oh no, she though as her head whirled--oh no! It 
couldn't be; things like that were never shown on television.

It was horrible, and she felt the muscles of her stomach go tight, her 
thighs draw themselves together protectively. That penis looked so 
huge, and the woman's labia seemed to writhe. There was sound, too--
that awful, wet noise of oily meat slipping into a soapy sheath, that 
damp slapping of the sack against the cleft of an uptilted pair of 
rolling buttocks.

Lauralee had never seen anything like it before; she had never even 
looked closely at her own husband's thing, and, after the so-called 
honeymoon, had always turned off the lights when Marshall had insisted 
upon his husbandly rights. She tired to force herself from the chair, 
to move forward and turn off the detestable picture, but somehow her 
long legs refused to work.

The camera panned back, and she could see the couple in full. Even 
though they were obviously perverted, they were acceptably good-
looking, and she was amazed that two such normal-appearing people would 
dirty themselves that way, by allowing their animalistic performance to 
be filmed. And the way the woman was squirming and heaving, moaning 
deep in her throat, as if she was really enjoying the brutal thrusting 
of the man's thick organ.

The chill that had numbed the back of Lauralee's neck changed subtly as 
the woman called out shamelessly that she was coming, coming, and the 
camera zoomed in tight again to show the man's sack leaping 
convulsively as he also reached his orgasm. Lauralee hadn't ;known it 
did that, and she frowned again when she realized that the nipples of 
her breasts had grown erect.

She gripped her thighs, her fingernails digging into tender flesh as 
she watched the penis itself, withdrawn from the woman's vagina, the 
slow oozing of creamy semen that dripped down the red and swollen 
shaft. Then she gasped, for suddenly a mouth was up close to the thing, 
a smiling mouth with red lips and a pink tongue darting. The tongue 
lapped at the thickly sliding semen and drew the pasty stuff into her 
mouth.

Lauralee shuddered violently. She knew that such perversions went on in 
the world, but she had never had the slightest idea that she would be 
personally exposed to them. How depraved could people get? She fought 
to stand up, to blot out the nauseating scene, but her legs betrayed 
her.

 There! The shameless bitch was actually taking the greasy glans into 
her mouth, drawing it deeply and sucking on it. Lauralee could see the 
woman's throat working and make out the in-dipping of the cheeks. How 
could she stand the very idea of doing that, much less the taste, which 
must be icky? It was bad enough to be forced to touch a man's penis, 
but to take it in your mouth!

Blurring back, the camera showed how the man was stroking the long, 
blonde hair, how he was hunching his thing into the girl's face; and 
they were groaning together, wiggling as if what they were doing was 
divine.

There were other angles, the man's taut face, a shot of his sack 
moving, and a strange one of the woman's had caressing her own vulva as 
she continued to suck lustily upon the penis in her mouth. Was she 
going to--to finger herself? Yes, there it was in all its forbidden 
starkness, the finger prodding the frothing labia and fondling those 
obscenely gaping lips before slipping inside. She was masturbating 
then, humping upon her hand and stroking the finger into her vagina as 
she pulled and chewed noisily upon the man's stiff organ.

Lauralee trembled when she discovered that she was caressing her own 
mound, that its resilient mattress was pulsing beneath the wayward 
hand. She jerked away her fingers and closed her eyes. Enough of this 
shocking thing! She would simply turn off the set and go take a cooling 
shower. She told herself that was why she was slipping her panties down 
her legs.

The close-up of the finger moving within the steaming, hairy slot 
hypnotized her, entranced her, and she quivered when she made little, 
tentative movements across her mound. She had always been told this was 
debasing, but the actress seemed to be enjoying it so, and surely it 
couldn't hurt to just see--

Lauralee shot bolt upright in the chair when her fingertip slipped all 
too easily between her labia and inadvertently touched something that 
flashed wet flames throughout her tensing body. It was so strange, a 
queer thrill that she sought again. On the screen the other woman's 
finger was blurring swiftly now, and the entire curly-haired mound was 
surging lasciviously.

Cutting to the man's distended penis, the screen showed his sack 
leaping again, and the woman spread her lips just slightly so that the 
viewers could watch the veritable cascade of creamy semen that was 
drenching her mouth. Thick and pearly, the heavy juice spurted far back 
into her throat, and the woman choked it down, swallowing rapidly while 
her super-active tongue looped over and around the geyser-like glans.

She was actually drinking the fluid down, Lauralee thought dazedly; the 
otherwise stunningly attractive woman was gulping down a man's seminal 
liquid and acting as if it was the most delicious, the most gratifying 
stuff in the world. Lauralee trembled upon her finger, and worked it 
hesitantly back and forth.

Her husband's thing had never felt this good; he had forced it into her 
on their wedding night, had forced it into her virginal body without 
regard to her sensitivity, never even considering that she might have 
been repulsed by the whole thing. And even though what she was doing 
was almost as bad, she was at least getting some enjoyment from it.

Just as the actress was; look how her beautiful thighs were contracting 
as she rode her finger--no! TWO fingers--rotating her pelvis and 
pumping her crotch with the same hungry motions she had used in 
copulating with the man only a minute before. It looked so real, so 
thrilling, and Lauralee found herself almost matching the woman's 
frenzy, rocking her hips in unaccustomed movements that were reaching 
frenzy.

It was good; it was devilishly exciting and sinfully sweet. She could 
feel it building, a weird pressure in her thighs and growing in her 
lower groin. Lauralee ground sensuously upon her finger, cupping the 
others over her heaving mound and pushing her long legs out in front of 
her, practically lifting off the chair cushion as she thrust and 
recoiled, stroked and pulled back.

Heat spread within her slippery vagina, and a bright little ember 
fanned itself into white-hot flame at her clitoris, that little center 
of passion that she had long thought was withered and useless. Eyes 
fixed mesmerized upon the TV screen, Lauralee bucked in the throes of 
her first orgasm, biting her lips and moaning, her head rolling limply 
from side to side as she reached the hissing, tumbling crest of a 
mighty, smashing wave.

She had come.

Oh Lord, she had come at last. It was a marvelous release, an emotional 
explosion that had loosened every fiber of her body, all the nerves 
that had so long been denied this rapture. She held her finger deep 
within her flexing vagina and shuddered in the swirling backwash of her 
climax, her eyes closed and open, closed and open.

They were doing something else on the screen, and she thought fuzzily, 
so soon? Lauralee blinked, and slowly realized that another woman had 
entered the room there, a woman with different-colored hair and a 
differently proportioned body, one who wore a diaphanous and revealing 
babydoll nightie. As Lauralee stared, this new actress slipped out of 
the gown and walked gracefully to the couple resting upon the bed.

Stirring her finger gently within her sensitized slit, Lauralee watched 
with heightening interest, to see what would happen next. She fought 
the feeling of guilt that threatened to overwhelm her, and concentrated 
upon the screen while she luxuriated in the juicy arousal of her 
vagina. She could blame the alcohol, her mental upset at the 
precipitous marriage of her son, the jolt of seeing dirty movies on TV, 
anything. But she refused to feel sinful; it was impossible, when she 
felt so good.

She saw the other woman join the lovers upon the bed, and as the man 
rolled aside to give them room, Lauralee knew another electric jolt: 
the two women were caressing, pushing their naked bodies together 
without shame, fondling each other's heavy breasts and kissing, running 
their tongues together. She could plainly see the brown-haired mound 
grinding into the blond one, and sucked in a deep breath as the blonde 
wrapped her legs around the other woman. Lauralee's finger stopped 
feeling around inside her sheath; she thought that was going altogether 
too far.

But as the camera held upon them, the scene began to seem less dirty; 
there was something almost beautiful in the tender way they were 
caressing each other, a gentleness that the man hadn't shown. Their 
hands fluttered like butterflies, softly, beguilingly, and Lauralee 
thought that was the way a man should love a woman, very tenderly--not 
ramming his swollen thing savagely like a lust-mad animal.

One of them was kissing the other's globular breasts, nuzzling each 
nipple in turn, and Lauralee's finger began to slide again, teasing 
into her slit and seeking to bring back that tickly, mind-expanding 
goodness. Now the blonde was lying on top of the dark-haired woman, and 
the man was kissing them both and rubbing his organ along their 
gleaming thighs. But they seemed to be paying little attention to him.

Why, Lauralee thought in surprise, they were trying to--to do it 
together, and they ought to know that couldn't be done. They simply 
weren't built like that; one of them had to possess a male thing. But 
she had to admit that it looked interesting as they thrust together, 
grinding their crotches and trembling as they continued to kiss hotly.

When the camera cut to a close-up of the moving vulvas, Lauralee's eyes 
went wide. She could see a clitoris that looked very much like a man's 
rod, only much smaller, and she could also see that the two slits were 
meeting, stimulating each other. It was fantastic.

It was also voluptuous, and she began to build up the magic rhythm 
again, her eyes fixed upon the screen, her thighs spreading themselves 
wider as she rooted deeper with the probing finger, pretending she was 
one with the women.

"Ummm," she murmured, "uummm--it's--so--good!"

Furiously, then, she rubbed her vibrant clitoris and plunged her finger 
into the suctioning grip of her sizzling hole, rolling her buttocks and 
gasping as the wonderful feeling came boomeranging through her vagina 
once more. She had hoped it would be as wild as last time, but it was 
even better. Lauralee let out a soft cry as she came, and her bare 
heels drummed a spasmed tattoo upon the motel carpet.

Slowly, she came back to the world around her, to the sounds issuing 
from the television set, and the flashing colors there. Her head was 
spinning, and far back in a newly discovered corner of her mind, 
Lauralee Jergens was beginning to wonder just where the hell she had 
been all her life.

"Oh wow," the voice said and it didn't come from the screen.

Lauralee jerked her head around and wanted to die on the spot. Her 
daughter-in-law stood just behind the chair, looking petite and 
beautiful in a flowing nightie that clung to the almost childlike 
curvings of her small, youthful body. And the girl was staring down at 
the spot where Lauralee's finger was still embedded into the wet lips 
of her vagina. There could be no mistake about what had been going on.

Bettina said again, "Oh wow--I never would have thought it. I mean, not 
YOU."

Choking it out, Lauralee managed to say: "P--please--just let me--"

Swiftly, the girl went to her knees beside the chair and put a soft arm 
around her shoulder. "Hey--I'm not putting you down for masturbating, 
Lauralee; nothing like that. I was just shook up, that's all. It's the 
TV, right? You had no idea you were checking us into an X-rated motel 
and I'll bet you never saw anything like that before."

"I'm not," Lauralee said, trying to sneak out her finger, "never--it 
really isn't--"

"You know," Bettina purred, her hand sliding down the shoulder to brush 
across one of Lauralee's full breasts, "you really are a beautiful 
woman. I had you figured for an iceberg, but after watching you riding 
your hand like that--"

It was all wrong, but Lauralee had no idea how to go about getting out 
of it. She couldn't very well scream and bring her son running in from 
next door; not while she was naked like this. She flinched when 
Bettina's fingers began to toy with a nipple, and shivered as the 
girl's spicy, warm breath tingled in her ear. Not Bettina, she thought 
wildly, crazily.

"Beautiful," the girl whispered, "and according to Robbie, you haven't 
even looked at a man since you were divorced--or a woman, either. All 
that long, sinuous body going to waste, and these lovely tits--not big, 
but shaped so well."

Lauralee tried, even though her body was weak and she couldn't get her 
mind to track properly. "Bettina, please--you mustn't--"

"Between those porn movies and the screwing I just had, I'm already 
turned on," Bettina said, cupping both breasts now and kissing 
Lauralee's throat, "but you turn me on more. How about that? I'm 
suddenly hot for my mother-in-law."

"N--no," Lauralee whispered, but the girl was suddenly between her 
knees and the ripe young mouth was reaching up for her own. The quick 
wet tongue was thrusting into her weak lips, and there was a hand, a 
strange, very soft hand caressing her mound.

She felt firm breasts crushing her own, and a silken vulva burning into 
her own, and the motel room spun dizzily as her tongue met Bettina's, 
as their panting breaths mixed. Lauralee knew that she was lost.



Chapter 2


Somehow, clinging for support to the girl, Lauralee made it to the bed, 
and it gave sensuously beneath her collapsing body, rolling as if it, 
too, had come alive and was turned giving and resilient.

Lauralee was panting, biting her lips, and there was a fierce struggle 
going on within her head. She was confused, frightened, ashamed, the 
emotions whirling and changing in swift patterns, but always the strong 
one came to the fore--that new, overpowering hunger. Two violent 
orgasms had only whetted that strange appetite, not slaked it.

She was hot; oh lord, she was hot. Fiery lances of passions seared her 
tensed flesh and stabbed deep within her aroused vagina. It was all 
wrong; what she was feeling had to be obscene and unlawful, and--and--

But Bettina's hands were fondling her breasts, and the girl's spicy 
mouth was nibbling at her throat. Her daughter-in-law's hands were 
roaming, caressing, one of them stroking the dampened moss of 
Lauralee's vulva, the other fondling hips and thighs, and she was 
helpless beneath those knowing touches.

She found herself revelling in the satiny flesh squirming against her 
own, in the kisses Bettina was showering upon her skin. She dared to 
put her arms around the slim, warm body. That stunned but yet logical 
part of her mind insisted that what she was doing was taboo, that this 
lovely girl was now a member of her own family. Lauralee's body refused 
to listen, and her lean belly was sliding avidly across the girl's.

"Such beautiful tits," Bettina murmured. "They're as firm as mine, but 
darker, and wonderfully sculptured. Oh, I love them."

Lauralee gasped when the girl kissed her nipples, when she felt a 
finger working its way expertly up into the already flowing lips of her 
vagina. Then Bettina closed her hot mouth over one tip, and Lauralee 
arched in swift response. Her former husband had kissed her breasts, 
but never like this, never so deftly and lasciviously, never lifting 
such sparks of prompt desire within her body.

She wiggled slightly upon the finger embedded within her sheath, and 
Bettina promptly probed the clitoral hood to tease the center of all 
feeling. Closing her eyes, Lauralee gave up fighting anything, and 
allowed her body to take over, to respond on its own, without direction 
on her part. She didn't know what to do, anyway. She knew only that 
Bettina felt marvelous in her arms, that she felt tenderness and 
gentleness, and a great, pervasive craving.

The girl's hot mouth was slipping farther down her body, the wet, 
tickly tongue drawing a fiery trail over her rib cage, then down to her 
quaking tummy.

"A crazy pussy, too," Bettina whispered. "All that cunt hair, so rich 
and black, so deep. It's steaming, Lauralee."

Lauralee jerked uncontrollably when she felt hot breath blowing into 
the edge of her pubic hair, when she learned the flicking caress of 
that educated tongue. Now Bettina's hands were firmly gripping her 
thighs, spreading them wider, and her drilling tongue burrowed its way 
into the shaggy hair.

Now it thrust deep into the fur, and strongly against her labia, 
sending a shock wave throughout Lauralee's straining body. Her vulva 
quivered, and she gasped when the girl's tongue delved through the lips 
and into the pulsing wet cavity itself. She had never felt anything 
like it, never even imagined the sensuous contact or the spiralling 
thrills that shot up into her vagina.

Then Bettina was shoving her entire face into Lauralee's crotch, 
forcing her mouth to cover the shuddering cunt lips, and sucking---oh 
lord, SUCKING! Colors flashed before her eyes, and keening sounds 
hissed through her clenched teeth. Oh no--it just couldn't be happening 
to her, she couldn't be letting this occur.

But she was and it was, and her entire aching body was glorying in the 
experience, wriggling and heaving, and the nipples of her breasts were 
so rigid they felt as if they might snap off. Her thighs moved 
together, caressing the honey-blonde head between them, and Bettina's 
hands fondled the uptilting cheeks of Lauralee's ass.

ASS, she thought; not buttocks, but ASS, and the honesty of the word 
was good inside her head. She rolled her ass and surged her pelvis, 
forcing her pussy lips deeper into the eagerly gulping mouth fastened 
so greedily to them. The girl's tongue darted and curled, acting like a 
small penis within the satin folding of the sheath, and Lauralee 
revelled in the magic sensations that were flooding her being.

The girl was almost her own daughter, but she was sexy and experienced, 
and she was driving Lauralee almost insane with rapture. Ecstasy raced 
through her belly, through her pussy, oh yes, her CUNT, and that was 
wonderful, too.

Bettina moaned into the churning pussy, and Lauralee clamped down with 
her thighs, imprisoning the girl's face, trying to draw it completely 
into her inflamed vagina. Bettina licked hotly, finding the vibrant 
clitoris and tantalizing it until Lauralee bucked wildly. When the girl 
pulled the nubbin into her teeth and worried it, Lauralee went 
completely mad.

White-hot explosions burst within her seething pussy, and her asshole 
drew into a knot. With her belly heaving and her back arching, Lauralee 
twisted upon the marvelous impalement of that ravenous mouth. She cried 
out some wordless sound of joy, and dug her long fingernails into the 
girl's thick hair, humping and thrusting shamelessly into her mouth, 
against those teeth, into the devious whirlings of that superbly 
trained tongue.

It was magnificent. Her flesh convulsed and her pussy contracted. She 
went into a frenzy of grindings and pumpings, moaning and gasping for 
breath. There had never been anything like this in Lauralee's life, 
never anything so masterfully beautiful, and she let herself go limp in 
the powerful backwash of her tremendous orgasm.

Dimly, she was aware that Bettina had lifted that adoring mouth from 
her pussy, and she felt the girl kissing a slow and teasing path back 
up her supine body. But Lauralee couldn't move. The warm, soft lips 
edged to her breast and lingered there while the slippery tongue played 
over the aching nipple.

Lauralee stirred, coming slowly back to herself as her young daughter-
in-law kissed her throat. She caressed the girl's sleek body, her 
fingers gradually learning the silken texture of the flawless skin and 
the shaping of the delectable buttocks.

Then the enchanted mouth was softly pressing her own, the oily tongue 
penetrating her mouth, and Lauralee accepted it happily even as she 
realized that she was being given a taste of her own pussy juices. Her 
pulses thundered anew at the thought, and she found herself sucking 
upon Bettina's tongue.

The girl was locked firmly between her spread thighs now, and Lauralee 
knew the wondrous softness of a humid pussy being forced against her 
own. Just as the two actors had done on TV, she thought dizzily, and it 
was working; she could feel the pressure as Bettina sought to rub their 
clits together. Her long, lean legs raised themselves and curled around 
the slim body, so that she could help, so she could draw the beautiful 
girl closer.

Oh, it was so thrilling! Their breasts moved together, nipples brushing 
nipples, and Lauralee locked her legs around her lover's moving, 
thrusting body. Cunt to cunt, they stroked together, and it was 
slippery, juicy, the occasional touching of their clits a fabulous 
sensation.

They were actually doing it, Lauralee thought; they were really 
FUCKING. She wriggled and rolled back upon her shoulder blades, so the 
girl could use her clit like a miniature penis--no, a PRICK--and moved 
her crotch with welcoming, sinuous motions. Locked in each other's 
arms, their mouths and their bodies welded together, they screwed 
blissfully, the perfect tenderness bringing a slow but deeply 
gratifying love to them. Lauralee was ecstatic. She knew only a 
momentary stab of guilt, soon gone and gladly denied. She knew only a 
passing moment of regret that all of her thirty-six years had been 
wasted, before this night.

Her husband could have done this to her, if only he had been kind and 
gentle instead of such an animal. Marshall might have made her body 
sing, too. But Lauralee doubted that; he was just a man, without the 
delicate touch this adorable girl owned, without her assurance.

"That's the way," Bettina panted. "That's the way to lay that rich cunt 
up to me, baby. Oh yeah, yeah--you can really grind it, Lauralee. Oh 
wow, and I thought you were frigid, all uptight. Man, how wrong I was--
oohh!--you're a hot lay, a real--hot--screw!"

Lauralee pushed back at the girl's plunging crotch, grinding to bring 
their clits together, because she was a hot lay, because it felt so 
good to be wanted and loved and appreciated. They were giving to each 
other, not one of them simply taking from the other because he was 
bigger and stronger. Pussy to pussy, they churned and hunched, bringing 
themselves inexorably to a shivering climax. It was sweet and piercing, 
that orgasm, fulfilling and warm.

In lassitude, Lauralee clung to this wonderful girl her son had 
married, cuddling the slim, delicate body close and holding their 
tingling cunts plastered together. The water bed beneath them rocked 
sensuously, cradling them, lulling them. Somewhere beyond, the porno 
movie went on, or maybe it was another one. This time, the moans of the 
women and the gasping of men seemed like music; now Lauralee could read 
the notes and catch the rhythm. It was a melody for lovers.

Bettina rolled easily off her body and lay to one side, a forearm 
across her eyes, small, round breasts rising and falling rapidly. 
Lazily, Lauralee watched the movement of the pink nipples. She wondered 
how they would taste, if she dared to wrap her tongue around them. 
Funny, she thought; she had never entertained such a thought before. 
Did it mean that she was a lesbian, that what had gone wrong in her 
marriage had been HER fault, and not Marshall's?

She kept staring at the delicious-looking cones of the girl's breasts, 
and her eyes wandered down the supple length of the delicately formed 
body, so small and youthful, to the patch of curly, darkly golden hair 
nestled between slender, perfect thighs. No wonder her son had been so 
intrigued by Bettina; no wonder he had run away and married her.

Lauralee blinked. Her SON; she had been doing all these lascivious 
things with her own son's wife, with a girl even younger than Robbie. 
But--and she frowned--but this girl did it with him, too. Bettina 
couldn't be a lesbian, if she enjoyed screwing men also. Could she? 
Lauralee was confused. Too many things were happening to her at once, 
and she was having difficulty coping.

On the screen across the room, someone said huskily, "Oh eat me, 
darling--eat my pussy."

Trembling, Lauralee reached out one hand and cupped the child's 
appealing breast. Her thumb and forefinger rolled the erectile nipple 
between them. Mesmerized, she leaned closer, and nuzzled into the 
dainty valley between the twin globes. They were soft and scented, 
rounded and beguiling. Lauralee's tongue eased out and toyed with the 
pink tip. Bettina shivered, but didn't take her arm down from her eyes, 
and Lauralee knew a lifting of confidence.

By not moving Bettina had told her silently that the girl's spectacular 
body was hers for the taking, for using as she saw fit. It was a 
strange moment, when Lauralee realized that, when she knew she could do 
anything with another person's naked flesh--handle it, kiss it, pat and 
fondle and caress--even hurt it, if she so desired.

All she wanted to do was to love this captivating body, to bring it as 
much pleasure as it had given her. Lauralee refused to think beyond 
this scintillating moment, to go past the NOW of love. Sometime, 
somewhere she would have to turn this radiant child back to her new 
husband. But she didn't want to think of that dreary moment, and put it 
out of her head.

Tenderly, she sucked upon the girl's nipple, relishing its flavor, its 
aroma lying perfumed upon her tongue. She played her hands over 
Bettina's flesh, over the narrow hips and across the flat stomach. Inch 
by inch, her fingers strayed ever closer to the charming nest of pubic 
hair so gleaming and soft. Lauralee touched it, and was thrilled by its 
silken texture, by the damp heat rising through its ringleted moss.

She peered down, releasing the breast from her lips with reluctance, 
but drawn by something far more compelling. Cupping the downy mattress 
of Bettina's mound with one palm, she kissed the girl's tremulous 
belly, and wriggled the end of her tongue into the dimpled belly 
button.

Bettina moved then, twitching at the wet tingle, and Lauralee moved 
farther down, trailing her lips over creamy skin. There were the labia, 
pulsing red and symmetrical beneath their covering of glistening fur. 
The pussy lips seemed to be pulsing, to be awaiting the caress that 
would bring them leaping and writhing. Lauralee didn't wait any longer. 
She probed down into the fleecy bush and licked the full and pouting 
labia. She tasted musk, and exotic spices she couldn't identify, and 
her own breasts ached with need.

Turning her body and positioning herself between the girl's spread 
legs, Lauralee slid her palms beneath the dainty cheeks of Bettina's 
ass, and stared down into the opened pussy. Moaning then, she plunged 
her feverish face into that adorable crotch, into the silken hair and 
against the pulsating labia. She drove her extended tongue greedily 
into them, through their rubbery clinging and into the steamy hole.

As Bettina gasped and rolled her belly, Lauralee exulted. She was doing 
it, licking another woman's most private part, feeling around the 
velvet sheath with her tongue and raking her teeth gently against the 
spongy cunt lips. Using her tongue the way she remembered the girl 
doing it, Lauralee drilled deeply, and withdrew with quick little 
curlings.

Her daughter-in-law hunched tempestuously to her mouth, and Lauralee 
sucked, trying to draw all the honeyed sweetness down her throat. It 
was slick, wondrous liquid, fantastically intimate juice that taste of 
love, beautiful, horny love. It bathed her chin and cheeks, and all she 
could think of was a seedless, ripe pomegranate.

There was the clitoris, the quivering, succulent little clit, hidden in 
its protective covering; Lauralee's tongue found it quickly. She was 
growing more experienced with every passing moment, and thought perhaps 
experience really wasn't necessary like this, woman to woman. Now that 
she knew her own body, she also knew those of other women. Far better 
than any man could know them, she was certain.

Drawing upon the clit, she manipulated its nubbin with her tongue, 
circling it, pressing down, then releasing. Bettina was squirming 
fervently, rocking her sleek hips from side to side and humping, 
grinding, smearing her glossy cunt into Lauralee's mouth. Lauralee ate 
it, tried to devour it, to swallow it down and take its sugared juices 
forever into herself.

"Oh darling!" Bettina cried out. "Oohh--you're giving me the most 
wonderful head! Lauralee--ooh baby--you're driving my little clit 
crazy. You're making me come, darling--COME!"

Lauralee felt the churning of the girl's fiery snatch, the shudders 
that wracked the small and twisting body. She could almost come 
herself, she thought; it was so good to be able to give such rapture to 
another, so stimulating and delightfully wanton, to be eating pussy 
like this.

Lifting her face from the soggy, palpitating mound, she licked greedily 
at the overflowing lubrication and sat back upon her knees to stare 
down at the girl's flexing body.

That was when she caught something at the corner of her eye and turned 
to see her son standing in the connecting doorway between the rooms.



Chapter 3


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.



Chapter 4


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, Luaralee 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 
Bettin'as 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.



Chapter 5


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 Lauralle 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 Luaralee 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 Betina 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.



Chapter 6


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 Betina 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 Luaralee 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. Hartman, 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. Hartman, 
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's 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 gout 
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 Betina 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."



Chapter 7


She cooked them a strengthening meal, steak and baked potatoes, a green 
salad and spring peas. They had milk while Lauralee drank strong coffee 
and spiked her final cup with good brandy. She still wasn't quite used 
to sitting around naked with her equally bare son and his young wife, 
especially doing something as mundane and familiar as finishing dinner.

That would come with time, she thought, as most of her earlier 
programming had already. She didn't need to hide her body behind a 
stylish shield of clothes; it was a good body, sensual and pleasure-
giving. People love it, all the hillocks and crevices, all the smooth 
skin and warm flesh. Now she did, also.

Bettina helped her clear the table, and they stuffed dishes into the 
washer while Robbie went to clean up. In one way, Lauralee felt 
comfortable with the girl; in another there was an undercurrent of 
sexual tension between them that would never allow her to be completely 
at ease with her daughter-in-law. but that wasn't bad; she felt the 
identical tension with her own son, a heightening of all her senses as 
their bodies struck sparks from each other.

It was probably just that way with Bettina and her father, Lauralee 
thought, that closeness of blood and breaking of the taboo causing an 
accelerated drive, a more intense need. Yet both she and the girl had 
plenty of love left over for others, perhaps even magnified because of 
the incomparable fulfillment they knew, a completeness always laced 
with a certain degree of insatiability. Whatever it was, the results 
were nothing short of terrific.

Bettina leaned back against he dishwasher, and its red ON lights seemed 
to accent, to outline the sleek charm of the finely modelled body. The 
girl said, "Mom and Dad were really surprised when I told them all 
about us. Robbie had mentioned how could you were, how you never went 
out with anyone. But they're happy it's all working out so well, and 
very eager to meet you."

"I feel silly because I've only spoken to them on the phone," Lauralee 
answered. "I didn't want to meet them because I was so set against 
Robbie getting married--not only to you, but to any girl. Now I suppose 
I'm a little afraid of them."

The girl slid gracefully away from the machine, the tiny body 
undulating, all honey-gold and smooth. "They're cool people, Lauralee; 
I'm sure you'll dig them and it'll do you a lot of good to screw 
another guy, someone besides Robbie. My dad can give you a wonderful 
fucking."

A little tremble stirred deep within Lauralee's body, and her skin felt 
warmer, more sensitive. She wondered what the man looked like, and 
about the size and shape of his prick; would it be thicker than her 
son's shaft, or longer? Would the swollen cockhead be formed any 
differently, and would it make any kind of change in her sensual 
enjoyment? Having a strange body fitted to her own had to be exciting, 
she decided, and hoped she would be able to make the man as happy.

She reached out for Bettina and drew the slim body to her own, 
revelling in the touch of the flawless skin and its eager warmth. "I'm 
sure he can, dear. I just hope I can match it; I haven't had much 
experience, you know."

Bettina snuggled close, pressing the cones of her neat tits into the 
flesh of Lauralee's ribs, pressing the satin glory of her humid mound 
into a thigh. "Oh, you will, don't worry. Daddy will go ape when he 
sees you, and we'll be lucky if we can pry his big cock out of your 
sweet pussy later. And Mom--well, she's wonderful. You'll see, when we 
all get together tomorrow. Tonight, we'll ball each other some more--
you and me and Robbie."

Lauralee stroked gently seeking hands over the diminutive sculpture of 
the girl's lovely ass and said, "In my bed this time; it's been empty 
too long. And with the lights on, so I can see everything, so I can 
catch a glimpse of us in the mirror. My husband and I always did it in 
the dark--my fault, of course. And we didn't fuck all that often, 
anyway. Again, my fault."

Bettina came up on tippytoe so she could touch her furry little vulva 
to the thick matting of Lauralee's pussy. "It couldn't have been ALL 
your fault, darling. You're too passionate, too hot a woman. He must 
have done something to turn you off."

"I'll take the blame," Lauralee said, and forced her self back from the 
pulsing body. "But we'd better take our baths right now, or we never 
will. Robbie ought to be done and waiting on us."

Holding hands, they moved along the hallway, their hips and thighs 
brushing with occasional quick kisses. Heat grew in Lauralee's belly, 
dampening her pussy and Making her inner thighs tense. The entire night 
lay before them, beckoning and laden with erotic promises. They 
separated as Lauralee headed for her own bathroom, turned a little 
dizzy by overlapping expectations of tonight and tomorrow.

When Lauralee came back into her bedroom, she was refreshed and squeaky 
clean, her skin powdered and perfumed, her ebony hair fluffed out. She 
walked tall, her long legs swinging easily, smoothly, with her firm and 
nicely rounded breasts bouncing their tips gone stiff and dark. Her 
olive-toned skin was touched with rose and glowing from her bath. 
Lauralee was ready for anything, knowing she looked good, that she was 
appealing to the eye, a joy to all the senses. It was good to be proud, 
to show all she had.

She paused a moment, looking down at the beautiful couple already 
stretched and waiting for he upon the bed, and saw their eyes light up 
with appreciation. They were so lovely in their youth, she thought, 
both of them slim and sleek, both tapered just so, rounded delightfully 
in the proper places. The girl had her slender thighs parted slightly, 
the blonde hair of her small mound gleaming, the polished belly flat 
and silken. Robbie's prick was fully turgid, the blue veins a delicate 
network around the hardened shaft, the adorable cockhead bulging 
splendidly. Brown hair curled over and around his balls, and the boy's 
hand was gently caressing the sack.

"Wow," he breathed. "You can make any guy jack off, by just standing 
there bare-assed, Mom. I sure feel sorry for my father, not knowing 
what a fantastic piece of hot pussy you are."

Lauralee flowed toward the bed, and lay down beside him, giving him her 
tits to fondle, her heart picking up its pace and pulses throbbing in 
her throat. This was the bed, the place she and her ex-husband had 
slept, where she had so many times lain stiff and unyielding, merely 
trying to do a repugnant wifely duty and never enjoying it.

Robbie's hand was on her snatch, one finger sliding up and down her 
damply palpitating labia, and her entire body yearned to him, for him, 
urgently needing the plunging of that boyish cock. But Lauralee forced 
herself to pull away from him.

"Darling, I don't want to be greedy. Beside, I haven't watched you put 
that gorgeous stiff prick to your wife yet. Show me how you fuck her, 
Robbie; I'll enjoy that as much as screwing you myself." And she would, 
she thought; she wanted to see every minute detail of their lovemaking, 
to watch each slide of her son's rigid prick into the delectable lips 
of Bettina's lovely, girlish cunt.

"Okay, Mom; I'll still have a hard-on for you, anyway."

His wife rolled toward him, and Lauralee gave them room, eyeing the 
caressing movements of their hands and the slow writhing of their 
bodies. She saw them kiss, and watched the resultant tremors that shook 
them as Robbie's hands sought the girl's breasts, as Bettina's fingers 
crept down to heft his balls and wander along the staff of his ready 
cock.

When Betina wriggled off to one side and rolled over onto hands and 
knees, Lauralee blinked at the girl, but delighted in the sight of that 
enticing ass that showed a peeping of hair in its cleft. Lauralee lay 
upon her side, one arm curled upon the pillow beneath her head, and 
watched her son move around behind his wife. Of course, she thought; 
the pornographic movies had show this position, and Lauralee remembered 
the scene with clarity now.

There Robbie was, also on his knees, and running his hands over his 
young wife's buttocks, around and under her smooth tummy while he slid 
his distended prick up and down between the cheeks of that captivating 
that ass. Long golden hair hanging down, Bettina squirmed at the 
caresses, and Lauralee could see the girl's breasts swaying, their pink 
nipples like baby strawberries.

"Pretty pussy," Robbie said. "I dig those cunt lips, baby. Feel the tip 
of my cock against them?"

"Umm," Bettina whispered. "Give it to me, lover. Slide that nice hard 
prick up into my cunt. Show your mother how we fuck."

Turning his head, Robbie smiled at Lauralee and fingered his shaft, 
angling the ballooned knob down to nudge into the girl's tremulous 
labia, into the dewy pink lips so eager to take it in. Lauralee stared 
entranced at the spongy-hard bulb pressed inward and upward, as Bettina 
shifted her ass slightly to get it settled. Turning upon the bed and 
sliding closer upon her belly, her nipples aching against the sheet, 
Lauralee was intent upon the tiniest movement. It was her first 
experience at seeing fucking from close up--in real life, anyway, and 
the films at that motel couldn't come close to this flesh and blood 
demonstration.

The boy's cockhead slid from view, and slowly the swollen staff 
followed, disappearing into the avid clenching of Bettina's cunt lips. 
Lauralee could see the labia stretched and thinned, going flat in 
places away from the padding of blond pubic hair. Then Robbie's prick 
was buried to he hilt, his balls swinging down between the opened 
thighs and his belly tight against the hillocks of the girl's ass.

Fascinated, Lauralee edged nearer, her eyes fastened upon the 
lascivious joining of the sexual organs. So close, she could make out 
each curling pussy hair, and every matching coil of the darker hair 
around her son's stem. The prick moved back, shining with the 
lubricating juices of Bettina's velvety cunt, and the girl's lips clung 
jealously to the withdrawing meat.

As Robbie plunged it back into the shuddering vagina, Lauralee couldn't 
help herself. She stroked his ass, his back, while her face remained 
very close to her son's tenderly moving cock, to the rhythmic swinging 
of his balls. She could smell the exotic aroma of the girl's's aroused 
snatch, and her mouth watered.

Lauralee kissed her son's thigh, then turned her head to plant the same 
caress upon Bettina. Her had crept out to catch the pendulum sack of 
Robbie's testicles, and she held it softly while his prick moved back 
and forth, slid in and out. Letting go of his balls, she turned 
suddenly upon her back and moved her legs toward to head of the bed, 
twisting her body until she was facing up and positioned so she could 
thrust her head between Bettin'as spread knees and against Robbie's.

Staring up, she watched the boy's rod working greasily into the damp 
pussy lips, and at every long stroke his balls brushed her forehead. 
Anything was all right for them to do, she recalled; everything was 
possible, it there was only willingness and need. So Lauralee opened 
her lips and sucked h er son's sack into them, rolling her head gently 
with the continuing movement as he kept fucking.

It was nice, holding the knotted machinery that created the precious 
semen, but it still wasn't enough. Lifting her head a little, she 
released the boy's balls and instead ran her tongue along the underside 
of his thrusting prick. Lauralee could taste the fragrant oils of 
Bettina's open cunt then, and kept working her tongue up and forward 
until she found the vibrant pussy lips themselves. This was the place, 
she thought ecstatically, here exactly where the strong cock was 
gliding into the stretched labia, so tasty and delicious.

Robbie's balls moved over her nose and cheeks, and Lauralee probed 
Bettina's shivering vulva, knowing the flavors of prick and pussy 
alike, relishing the steamy miasma that was like perfumed fog around 
her. She probed for and discovered the clitoral hood, and added her 
licking tongue tot he pressure of Robbie's pistoning meat, teasing his 
cock and the leaping clit at the same moment.

Bettina jerked wildly, rocking her trim ass from side to side, and 
Lauralee could hear the girl moan throatily. Robbie was also reacting 
violently, his strokes becoming more and more convulsive each time he 
submerged the enlarged bud of his shaft to its fullest. Blissfully, 
Lauralee licked and tapped, her mouth opened wide and her lips 
stretched, wishing she could take in both their organs, but savoring 
every rapturous wiggle they made as a result of her tantalizing 
ministrations.

She was with them when they came, exulting in their heaving orgasm 
because she was a vital part of it, she was giving both her beautiful 
lovers more pleasure than they could get alone.

Her son's testicles bucked as they released the pressure of their 
treasured juices, and Lauralee groaned as she realized that the boy's 
creamy liquid was streaming forcefully into the blazing cavity whose 
clit she was tormenting with her tongue. Bettina rocked and churned her 
ass, and Robbie's thrusting shuddered to a halt. Lauralee continued to 
lick furiously against his embedded meat and into the girl's seething 
pussy, her tongue flicking and lashing for their chemical blending, the 
fuse for their tremendous explosion, and she dug her tongue hungrily 
into the flexing, quaking cunt.

But Lauralee sensed that Bettina was weakening; the girl's willowy 
thighs sagged, and the knees were trembling. With regret, she slid from 
between them, to lie panting upon her back, licking at her lips. She 
saw Bettina collapse upon her belly, saw the boy's hard prick snap from 
the juicy clenching of that golden vagina. The head was still leaking a 
creamy flow of semen, a pearly string of glistening come that dribbled 
down his now upright shaft to wet the brown moss of his crotch.

"Mom, oh Mom," he said. "that was the greatest. I thought the head of 
my prick was going to blow off!"

And Bettina gasped into the pillow, "Yeah--it was so wild, I couldn't 
stand it. That's something my mother never did to us, or daddy either. 
You're teaching us something, too."

Smiling, Lauralee closed her eyes. It was wonderful to give such 
happiness, to give so freely of herself, even when she wasn't receiving 
stimulation in return.

And purely from reflex, she had shown the kids a new trick, passed 
along a different sensation that had thrilled both of them 
tremendously. Lauralee was proud of herself for that; her instincts 
were right, and she would allow them to guide her from now on, 
whichever direction they might take.

She felt her son relaxing upon the bed and knew that he would require 
at least a short rest. That was all right; she wasn't in any hurry, and 
they had the entire night ahead of them. Robbie would soon be horny to 
get back into his mother's pussy with tongue and prick, and Bettina 
would join them, one way or another.

The girl's parents hadn't licked into their joined organs, but Mr. and 
Mrs. Hartmann had probably done just about everything else with these 
highly sensuous teenagers. Lauralee corrected herself; Chris and 
Jessica; if she was going to fuck the man, she ought to be thinking of 
him by his first name, anyhow. And the woman--there would no doubt be 
some intriguing, thrilling love to be shared with Jessica, also.

Lauralee caressed her breasts, fingering the rigid nipples while she 
squeezed her thighs together and rolled her ass just a bit. There would 
be so much to see--a father screwing his daughter; the girl eating 
greedily into her mother's mature pussy; Robbie pumping his powerful 
young cock into his mother-in- law; the man and wife fucking each 
other.

As she felt her son's hand moving over her pulsing mound, Lauralee 
thought that she was eagerly looking forward to the next day, and to 
meeting her new lovers-to-be.



Chapter 8


This time, Lauralee awoke to the smell of breakfast bacon being fried 
and lay still in the bed, betting herself oriented. She was alone; the 
kids were already up, and Bettina was obviously cooking.

Stretching languorously, Lauralee felt the sheet slide down her 
breasts, and it seemed to caress them in passing. She felt warm and 
relaxed, smiling drowsily as she thought back to the long and loving 
night she'd spent with her son and daughter-in-law. Nothing would do 
but that Bettina try the same kind of tongue work she'd given the girl, 
so Lauralee had gladly positioned herself so that Robbie could mount 
her from behind.

She knew then why Bettina had gone wild, because that tongue flicking 
and dipping had added so much more dimension to the fucking. Her son 
had folded over her arched body, so he could get both hands upon her 
down-hanging tits while he pumped that seemingly tireless prick into 
her flowing cunt. Lauralee had felt very bitchy, grinding her pussy 
into the girl's mouth while taking the boy's cock, and her orgasm had 
been nothing but sensational.

Climbing out of bed, she went into the bathroom to pee, then brushed 
her teeth and took a quick shower. Between herself and Bettina, they'd 
gotten the idea to both eat Robbie, and the poor kid had crawled all 
over the bed at the experience. They'd taken turns sucking his balls 
and cock, practically devouring him, changing places in silent 
agreement until he was just about ready to come. Then their tongues 
intertwined around his swollen cockhead, and their lips loved it until 
he spurted the starchy juices for them to share.

At the vivid memory, Lauralee looked into the mirror over the sink and 
ran her tongue over he lips. Robbie had run out of gas, after that 
climax, and was drained for some time, so she and Bettina had gone on 
making love, screwing each other clit to clit, then finger-fucking for 
awhile, and finally doing a sizzling, hunching sixty-nine, their heads 
locked between each other's gripping thighs, eating and pulling like 
hungry animals.

Giving a last touch to her hair and a dab of perfume to her breasts, 
Lauralee left the bath only to hesitate in her bedroom. Bettina's 
parents were due today, she recalled with a lift of her nipples and a 
stirring within her vagina. She went to the closet and chose her best 
robe, which wasn't all that great. But by letting the front gape down 
to the cleft between her braless tits and belting the robe tightly at 
her waist so that it would cling to her belly and hips, Lauralee 
managed to make it look sexy. She tucked her feet into fluffy mules and 
decided they would do.

The kids welcomed her into the kitchen with kisses, and she grinned 
when she saw that they were also dressed. Bettina had on a terrycloth 
robe of Robbie's, and the boy wore an older one.

"So you won't be embarrassed at first," he explained. "Besides, they'll 
have clothes on, and it'll be a lot of fun when everybody starts to 
peel."

Lauralee was very hungry, and did yeoman justice to bacon and eggs and 
hotcakes, complimenting Bettina on her cooking. They were finishing 
with coffee when the doorbell rang. Lauralee jerked bolt upright and 
the kids stared at her.

Bettina said, "Don't get uptight; just relax. I'll get the door and 
bring them in. Lauralee, darling--it's ll going to be natural and easy; 
you'll see."

Busying herself by clearing off the table and tidying the kitchen 
swiftly, Lauralee hope so. Even though she had let herself go sexually, 
fucking gaily and riotously in tempestuous incest, she was nervous 
about meeting Bettina's father and mother. She kept telling herself 
that they felt the same about screwing, that they had made it with 
their own daughter and her son, but still she couldn't dispel a 
hovering cloud of anxiety.

She heard the front door open and close, and a deep voice that mingled 
with Bettina's glad cry of greeting. Her hands gripped the edge of the 
sink until Robbie came up behind her to press gently against the cheeks 
of her ass.

"It's okay, Mom; just hand loose, baby."

Lauralee turned to face them, but only a man stood beside Bettina, and 
the girl said, "Wouldn't you know? Mom's sister got sick this morning, 
and yelled for help. Mother said she shouldn't have to stay over there 
more than a day, at the most--"

The man was wide-shouldered and powerfully built, his chest deep and 
his face rugged. Chris Hartmann was almost bald, she saw, and for a 
fleeting instant compared him with her former husband. Marshall was 
taller and had a heavy shock of thick hair; he was handsomer too. But 
there was something compelling about this man, an aura of sensuality 
and certainty that was attractive, and she thought that even if she 
didn't know Chris Hartmann had fucked h is own daughter when she was 
younger, she would still be drawn to him.

"Well," Chris Hartmann said, "I know Robbie is a good-looking kid, and 
I see where he inherited his looks." He came close and held out his 
hand.

Lauralee took it, feeling warm strength close about her fingers. She 
was a tiny bit flustered, like a teenager meeting a blind date. "Thank 
you. I--will you have some coffee--perhaps brandy with it?"

His eyes touched her body, slid down into the opening of her robe to 
feel along the dusky cleft between her breasts. Luaralee drew a deep 
breath, lifting her tits, and Chris's eyes lingered upon their lush 
mound, at the anticipatory stiffening of her nipples.

"Yeah," Chris answered, "please." Tearing away his eyes, he said to the 
kids, "You two look as if you've been busier than ever, and I don't 
blame you."

Bettina gave her father a heavy-lidded smile. "We missed you and Mom, 
though. But I can wait a little longer, Daddy. You and Lauralee get to 
know each other." Taking Robbie by the hand, she led the boy from the 
room, back down the hallway.

Nervously, Lauralee poured brandy and coffee, her hands shaking a bit 
and a tremble moving within her tummy. It was almost like being a 
whore, she thought, seeing a man for the first time, an utter stranger, 
and knowing that they were going to fuck. Maybe whores had no choice, 
and were forced to accept any customer, but Lauralee WANTED to screw 
this stranger, to know the feel of a different male body against her 
own and penetrating her softly giving flesh. She wanted to go exploring 
along the many and varied pathways of sensual love, to learn and to do.

"Here's to the kids," she said, lifting her cup in a casual toast. "I'm 
glad they're married."

Chris saluted her with his own cup, and with those probing eyes. "Me, 
too. Making it with a guy's's wife adds a fillip to the goodies, even 
though the wife is my own daughter. Bettina told you about that?"

Nodding, Lauralee answered softly, "Yes, she did. And it wasn't a 
confession, but a proud telling. I--I know how she feels, in reverse."

He drained his cup. "It bothered me some, at first. She's so small and 
I thought I was some kind of nut, throwing it to my own kid that way. 
But I couldn't stay away from her, and pretty soon, I admitted I didn't 
want to. Then, when Robbie came along I was kind of jealous, but not 
for long; especially when he did us all a favor by laying my wife. 
After that, it got even better for everybody, and I rediscovered just 
what a juicy hot woman Jessica is." He looked at her, "And now, there's 
you."

"Yes, she said quietly, "there's me."

"You feel a little funny, a little edgy?" Chris asked.

She nodded, "And you?"

"Yeah--but I keep wanting to reach out and see if you're real."

Lauralee put down her cup. "Then do it."

As the man stood up and began to drop off his shirt and pants, she 
turned on the breakfast stool, swivelling in the chair and fumbling 
with the belt of her robe. Lauralee stared at the chunky body that was 
being swiftly exposed, the hairy chest and muscular belly, the heavy 
bulge in his jockey shorts.

Chris' prick was bigger than her son's, bigger than she remembered her 
husband's being. When it leaped from his shorts, she saw that it was 
thick and long, a massive shaft throbbing with energy, the puffy head 
dark and engorged, a veritable club with a knotted end. His pubic hair 
had reddish glints in its rich brown curls, and the hair marched right 
up his belly, its thin line spreading when it reached the barrel chest. 
The man's balls swung hugely low in a wrinkled sack.

Lauralee's robe fell open down the front, and she made a tentative 
motion, as if to lower herself from the barstool, but he glided toward 
her and put his squared hands upon her hips.

"Just like this," he said huskily. "I never saw such beautiful, long 
legs, and your pussy hair looks a foot deep, all black and shiny. Your 
tits aren't big, but they make a man's hands itch to cup them."

"I--I can go to the couch in the living room," Lauralee whispered.

"Right her is fine," Chris said, "I don't want to wait a second longer 
to get into you, baby." I can't move back from that gorgeous snatch."

His hand dipped beneath her robe and found her swollen breasts. 
Lauralee parted her knees and Chris moved between them, that heavy cock 
jerking hungrily as it touched the sensitive skin of her belly. She 
quivered, realizing that it was going to happen right now, with no more 
preliminaries, without either of them having to play coy little games. 
They were going to FUCK, right here in her kitchen, and he was so horny 
that he didn't even want her to climb off the stool. It was nice to be 
needed that urgently.

Hands gentle upon her vibrant breasts, Chris moved his hips, so that 
his distended cockhead slid over her tummy, and his mouth came closer 
to her own. Her face was just about on a level with his, and she looked 
directly into his eyes as their lips met, seeing the hot desires 
flaming there. Thick and hard, slippery and hot, the man's tongue 
slipped into her mouth, and her own tongue attacked it greedily.

Rolling her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, Chris pressed 
them down into the globes of her breasts, then allowed the erectile 
points to spring back against he palms of his hands, cupping the 
mounds, fondling them. That sturdy prick bumped her belly, and Lauralee 
spread her thighs wider to feel the weighted sack of the man's balls. 
With his mouth still glued to hers, Chris let go of her tits and 
slipped one hand down to her thigh. The other was tilting his flanged 
knob downward and steering it blunt, sticky point into the thick fleece 
of her pubic mound.

Lifting her knees a bit, Lauralee edged forward on the stool, so that 
the probing glans could reach her labia more easily, and shuddered when 
she felt it nudging, pushing against her dampened cunt lips. She put 
her arms around his neck and her breath panted hotly steady pressure of 
his cockhead.

Against her teeth, he whispered, "Oh yeah, baby. Soft, hot pussy lips, 
all slidy and wiggling--opening for my prick--it's working on up into 
you, baby--sliding up into your juicy snatch inch by inch."

She hissed back, rolling her crotch to assist the seating of the gorged 
meat. "This is only the third prick I've ever known--my husband's, then 
my son's, and now yours. Oh Chris, Chris--your cock is so much bigger 
than either of theirs; it's filling up my pussy, packing it so nicely."

His shaft pushed on, until her cunt lips were squeezed down around its 
wide stem and the padding of their pubic hair was mingled as their 
crotches ground together in mutual passion.

"Socked into your cunt," Chris gasped then. "I've got it shoved home 
right to the balls, Lauralee. Wrap those long, slick legs around me, 
darling--just hold on because I'm going to fuck you right on through 
the back of that stool!"

"Do it!" Lauralee grated. "fuck me hard and fuck me mean, lover--try to 
rip me open with that big, beautiful fat prick--screw me harder than 
Robbie can, meaner than my husband ever dared--do it, do it, you stiff-
cocked son of a bitch!"

Her legs clung frantically to his waist, locked and crossed at the 
ankles, and Lauralee jammed it to him, sliding her seething pussy back 
and forth upon the round, strong pole, wheeling her taut ass in avid 
circles and digging the points of her breasts into the thrillingly 
hairy expanse of his chest.

New prick, different prick; strange lover, now with his hands upon her 
waist to try to hold her in position while he fed that marvelous meat 
deep into her convulsing vagina. Her body was pinned onto and against 
the stool, but her pelvis could strike back at his pistoning bat, and 
Lauralee twisted upon it.

"Beautiful," Chris moaned. "Oh baby--your greasy snatch is eating up my 
prick, biting down on it the same way as Bettina's little pussy does--
oh-uh-uh! You're a great piece of ass--great! Those long, loose legs, 
the way you grind your cunt--ahh, baby--lovely, hot-assed bitch!"

His strokes pounded harder into her cunt, almost lifting her squirming 
ass from the barstool and making her boobs bounce, making her head rock 
back and forth in the hammering rhythm of his fucking. Chris's balls 
went slap-slap into the steamy crack of her ass, slap-slap along the 
seat of the stool. Lauralee's pussy echoed the noises, but wetly, 
liquidly--squish-squish.

Dipping her face, she clamped her teeth into the man's corded throat 
and held on, her arms tight about his shoulders now, her entire body 
wriggling and humping. She laid her mattressed crotch up to him, 
bucking upon the impalement of his thick, hard meat and attempting to 
draw that bulging cockhead up through her pulsating womb, up into her 
stomach. Deeper and more powerfully, his prick sledged up her 
tremulous, hotly jellied sheath.

Chris's breath broke away from her suctioning lips, and he gasped for 
air as his thrusts became offbeat and jerky. She rode them furiously, 
jack-hammering her snatch into his root as the golden radiance began to 
flare around her clit and her asshole drew pinpoint tight in 
anticipation of the orgasm only milliseconds away.

"C-coming!" Chris groaned, hanging onto her wildly gyrating hips. "Oh 
baby, you're tearing the head right off my prick and I'm COMING!"

Pivoting sinuously, lasciviously upon this new cock, feeling the 
gushing of thick and bubbling semen, Lauralee clawed her for her own 
all-pervading climax, coming in a frenzy of humpings, wrestling him 
between her thighs as her pelvis beat into his. She came and came, 
sizzling wavelets of rapture timing themselves to the spurting of his 
semen, reacting with ecstasy to each spatter of live juice that hosed 
her cervix, that cascaded throughout her vagina.

"Lovely, lovely!" she gasped. "Oh lover--this big prick is so hard, 
nice and thick and long, and it's still squirting come into my pussy!"

Chris sighed against her throat, his thumbs digging into her churning 
hips, his submerged cock held within the fiery cauldron of her 
inundated snatch, his testicles twitching as they emptied themselves in 
a final spasming. "What a wild fuck," he murmured. "You must drive your 
kid right up the wall with that hungry pussy."

"And you must freak out your daughter with that big cock," she 
answered, "as well as your wife."

Keeping his shaft crammed into her flexing drenched cunt to the balls, 
Chris said, "Between Robbie and me, we'll keep you all busy and loving. 
Oh man, I can feel come leaking out of your box and puddling into my 
balls. I must have fired one hell of a big load."

"You did," Lauralee agreed, letting her legs slide down and moving 
slightly back with her crotch, so that his prick started to glide from 
it syrupy gloving. She anted to fuck him some more, to see if his prick 
tasted different, to discover how Chris went about eating her pussy. 
She wanted to climb on to and ride him to have him mount her from 
behind. And she would, she thought--she certainly would.



Chapter 9


After they went into the living room, Lauralee got a little high, and 
Chris wasn't far behind her, she knew. they polished off several drinks 
in a row, and she no longer felt strange with him. The man was easy to 
be with, and they laughed a lot. She noticed that his prick didn't 
recover as quickly as Robbie's, but it was well on the way, lifting 
slowly and growing bigger around as they sneaked fleeting caresses of 
each other's body, as they kissed tenderly between drinks.

The kids, she thought, Robbie and Betina were giving them plenty of 
time to become adjusted. Lauralee wished they would come on in and join 
them; she was developing some deliciously erotic ideas about what the 
four of them could do together. but there would be a lot of time for 
group experimentation, she realized, and meanwhile, Chris was beginning 
to get horny once more. As for herself, Lauralee thought that she had 
never been turned off, not since that first time when she had 
surrendered to Bettina's deft loving; and her son's fucking had only 
intensified her long-withheld desires, fanning them into a furnace that 
was never banked.

They were sitting on the couch, their thighs touching, and Lauralee 
began to caress the partly turgid cock, folding it gently and fondling 
the budding glans, then tickling down into the sack of the heavily 
furred balls. Stroking below them, fingering along the narrow ridge 
that reached to his asshole, Lauralee wondered if men would like to 
feel something up there, too. Remembering the weird thrill when Betina 
had eased a finger into her anus, Lauralee puzzled over what size cock 
could actually be taken into that tight back door.

She discarded any idea of Chris's large prick; would hurt. but Robbie's 
slender tool might do very well. Lauralee felt ann insidious tremor 
move inside her dripping vagina. One thin cock sliding into her ass, 
and another, bigger one, packing her pussy; it would be fantastic, to 
be loved so by two males at the same time. Closing her eyes as she 
manipulated Chris's shaft into further growth, she rocked in 
imaginative rhythm , pretending that her body was sandwiched between 
them, that two stiff pricks were pumping tenderly into her flesh, 
voluptuously greased and adoring. She could be so wonderfully 
debauched!

Tucking her legs up beneath her body, Lauralee turned upon the couch 
and gazed at the fully bloomed cockhead, darker than her son's and much 
more flared. There was a tiny smear of paste near the little slot, left 
over from the roaring fountain of semen this man had ejaculated into 
her snatch.

Had it only been days ago when she would have shuddered in horror at 
even the idea of simply handling a man's prick, much less going down on 
it? To Lauralee, that old part of her life seemed hidden in antiquity. 
She felt that she had been truly born back there in that wantonly 
appealing motel. Bending lower, she kissed the stubby tip of Chris's 
cockhead while her fingers continued to tantalize his balls and scrotum 
and the trunk of his burly shaft.

"Did it thrill you," she asked with her breath blowing hotly over the 
swollen knob, "when your daughter first took this into her mouth?"

His fingers meandered through her hair. "It sure as hell did. You know, 
I'd never have gotten the guts to even feel Bettina's tight little ass 
if I hadn't caught her he and her girl friend eating each other. I'm 
not sure if she knows it yet, but I was there in the door for a long 
time, staring down at those two neat little bodies, all naked and 
twisting, seeing those gorgeous young cunts pumped into mouths. Hell; 
my prick started to leak, so I took it out of my pants and jacked off 
right then and there. I threw a load of come halfway across the room, 
and if they hadn't broken apart just after that, I probably would have 
done it again."

Kissing the head of his prick, Lauralee asked, "What happened to the 
other girl?"

Chris stretched out his legs and his glans flexed. "Oh, she was scared 
out of her mind, and split. I haven't seen her again. She tore out of 
there carrying her clothes, and she won't even talk to Bettina on the 
phone. It's a damned shame; she's a cute little bitch."

Lauralee licked tenderly over the distended bulb, running her tongue 
below it where the small pouch of scar tissue was very soft. "Bettina 
said you practically raped her."

Chris grunted. "I had to. There was my girl's forbidden cunt, gleaming 
up at me all wet and golden, and those hard, pink nipples, and that 
delicate, babyish ass--and it wasn't like she was some innocent kid. 
I'd seen her eating pussy and getting her own gobbled. So I kicked off 
my pants and walked over to where she was lying on her own bed, and I 
grabbed her by the knees. Spreading them wide open, I jammed my 
cockhead into her dainty snatch."

Rolling the fat knob of his big rod against her cheek, Lauralee said, 
"And she loved it."

"Damned right," Chris agreed. "Only I didn't know she'd never had a 
cock before. She'd only been playing sixty-nine with the other girl, 
and she was a cherry. I had one hell of a time getting my big prick up 
that narrow little hole. She never made a sound, just held onto the 
cheeks of my ass and tried to help, looking up into my eyes and smiling 
and licking her lips. Well, I popped off before I could break her 
maidenhead, but all that slippery come helped out a lot. When I finally 
got my cock stuffed up Bettina I could give her the kind of long, deep 
fucking she needed then. It was slow and sweet, and I guess the kid 
came eight or ten times, moaning and telling me how much she loved her 
daddy's big prick. When I came again, I thought my backbone had melted 
and was splashing out of the head of my cock. Well--from then on, my 
hot-assed little daughter and her horny old man have been fucking 
damned near every day and night."

Lauralee drew the delectable cockhead into her mouth and slid it across 
her tongue, dripping her cheeks in to caress it as the knob reached 
back into the velvet chalice of her throat. She wished she had been 
there to see this man screwing Bettina for the first time; she wanted 
to see it now, to become a vicarious participant in the abandoned, 
provocative loving between father and daughter. So she only bobbed her 
head up and down a few times, teasing the prick shamelessly with her 
now-experienced tongue and sucking delicately at it. Then Lauralee 
lifted her mouth from around the tasty meat and sat up.

She had almost expected to see them standing in the entrance to the 
living room, and wasn't surprised when they were. Hand in hand, their 
slender naked bodies all fresh and radiant, Bettina and Robbie smiled 
and moved toward the couch. the girl's small breasts jiggled 
enticingly, and the boy's rigid prick bobbed up and down as he walked, 
the deeply pink knob like a signal

Lauralee was happy they were close, that these wonderful kids had 
sensed her urgent need for them. Robbie was nearer, and she reached out 
one had to curl her fingers around his erect young cock; the other one 
still had a warm grip upon Chris's pole. Holding them both, she said, 
"This is just marvelous, to be able to hold two nice, stiff pricks in 
my hands, to know that both of them have pumped creamy come into my 
pussy, and will again."

Bettina sat down on the other side of her father, putting one shapely 
arm around the man's neck and kissing him hungrily. "Didn't I tell you 
she was great, Daddy?" We didn't get to see you fuck her, but we were 
watching while she was licking you cock. I was kind of hoping she 
didn't finish you off, because it's been awhile since we made it, you 
and I."

Robbie leaned forward so Lauralee could rub his cockhead up and down 
her cheek. He said, "Go ahead, Chris; I can tell my mother is al 
excited about seeing you put the meat to Betina. We're all her 
together, and whatever happens from there is okay."

Lauralee felt the girl's small hand touching the fingers she had 
wrapped around Chris's upright club, caressing both Lauralee's fingers 
and her daddy's prick.

But only for a moment, because Lauralee's hand drifted away as she 
moved back. Tugging upon her son's shaft, she said softly, "We'll take 
the floor, darling. Tell Mother--shall I go take a quick douche, or is 
it all right to keep Chris's stuff in me?"

Robbie put and arm around her waist, low down, so that he could trail 
exciting fingertips across her belly and play them into the humid edges 
of her pubic hair. "Leave it," he said, kissing her bare shoulder. "I 
like a nice, slippery cunt. I dig it when I follow Chris, and I like to 
jam my prick into Bettina's pussy right after he pumped it full of 
juice--or into Jessica's deep cunt, the same way. He gets a band out of 
it, too; fucking after me, I mean."

She sank to the carpet, her thighs tingling and her breasts heavy with 
expectation. "Do you take turns on them, your wife and her mother?"

Robbie lay beside her, both of them facing the couch where they could 
watch the love scene that was unfolding there between the sleek, 
volatile Bettina and her burly, hairy father.

"Yeah," her son answered, "and sometimes we ball one of them together, 
changing places from pussy to mouth and back again. It's a blast, doing 
it that way."

Lauralee's heart fluttered. "Have you--have you ever put your beautiful 
cock into someone's ass?"

"Jessica's," he admitted. "Bettina is too small."

"Did you screw her like that while Chris was making it in her pussy?" 
she persisted.

"Not yet" Robbie said. "We haven't had the time, but I've been thinking 
about it."

Lauralee watched the pair on the couch, seeing Chris cupping his 
daughter's girlish pussy with one hand, watching their tongues flick 
together in urgency. "Good," she whispered throatily, "then you can 
both screw me like that, get me between you and shove both your 
gorgeous, stiff cocks up me."

"Man," her son breathed, "I always get turned on, seeing them feel each 
other up. Look how she's massaging his big prick, and the way he's 
sliding a finger up into her snatch. Bettina has such a beautiful ass."

"And he has such a magnificent prick," Lauralee said. "But I'll always 
love YOUR cock, darling. Let's just lie here on our sides, and I'll 
lift one leg over you like this--can you see them okay?"

"Perfectly," Robbie answered, his hands feeling over and around her 
breasts now, his hard young tool pressed into her grassy crotch.

Hesitating, not anxious to hurry things along, Lauralee snuggled her 
vulva into her son's wonderfully hard muscle and stared at the couple 
on the couch. Bettina was writhing upon the finger imbedded within her 
tightly clasping pussy, hunching upon her daddy's hand and nibbling at 
this mouth while clutching his swollen prick as if she never meant to 
let it go.

Robbie ground his stem lightly into her crotch and said, "That's how it 
always is with them; one touch, and they're hot to fuck. I guess it's 
that way with you and me, Mom."

Slowly, his cockhead searched for the always adoring gash of her 
overheated pussy, the blunt tip finding its way unerringly. Lauralee 
shifted her hips and felt the wondrous, gently penetration of her son's 
penis. Staring over at the couch, she saw Chris shoving that much 
larger knob against the honey-blonde and silken hairs of his daughter's 
lustrous cunt.

Pausing then, Robbie waited until he could match the thrusting, copying 
the man's movements, his shaft sliding up into his mother's volatile 
cunt the same way Chris entered Bettina's pussy. Lauralee knew exactly 
what the girl was feeling, that she also gloried in the hard meat 
gliding into the receptive, jellied sheath. It was her daddy's prick, 
and therefore more exciting than anyone else's. Robbie's cock would 
always be more thrilling than Chris's, Lauralee knew; her son's rode, 
her son's eager tool, infinitely precious and desirable, stroking into 
the pussy that clung lovingly to it.

Bettina gasped, "Oh Daddy, Daddy! Ahhh--this is my nice, bit prick; I 
love it filling up my little snatch this way! Oh, push it to me, 
darling--fuck me deep and strong, Daddy; fuck your little girl."

Lauralee could see the steady movement of the big, engorged club as it 
worked in and out of the gripping cunt lips, glistening wetly now from 
the hot lubrication of the girl's juicy vagina. She saw Bettina 
twisting upon the thick impalement; hunching her belly and bracing her 
feet against the couch with the small, rounded knees bent and the 
slender thighs spread wide. Chris's' pole surged powerfully into h is 
daughter's convulsing hole, his balls swinging in slow, hypnotic arcs.

Her son's prick followed the beat, plunging into the liquid depths of 
her cunt, and Luaralee met him stroke for stroke, smiling as she felt 
his eagerness and adoration with which her probed her suctioning box.

Bettina hammered her small fists upon her father's muscular back. Her 
crotch struck his pelvis, and tiny, beautiful girl tried to lift him in 
to the air, but he continued to drive that big peter fiercely into her 
snatch, holding her gyrating ass cheeks in the spread of one big hand, 
with the other palm flat against her lower belly.

Grunting, Lauralee felt the sledging of her boy's stiff meat as Robbie 
tried to pile-drive even his balls up into her buttery hole. She fucked 
him back with primitive urgency, and wakened bitch in full heat, 
panting and corkscrewing her violent cunt all of the boy's pistoning 
cock. Her head bobbed each time Robbie drove it home to the hilt, but 
that didn't interfere with her view of the equally hectic fucking that 
was threatening to destroy her sofa. She didn't care if the damned this 
fell off its legs. That couch had only been for prim sitting, or for 
the snoring form of her ex-husband. Fucking gave that piece of 
furniture meaning and form, and she hoped that semen would splatter the 
cushions, scenting the material with the exotic stains of lovemaking.

Bettina cried out: "Daddy--oh, you stiff-cocked, horny Daddy! You're 
making me come darling--oohhh! Ahhh! Such a big, strong prick!--ooh! 
OH! OH!"

The girl's back arched and Lauralee could plainly see the erotic spasm 
that rippled the velvet skin of the flat, sweaty belly. Bettina's head 
rolled from side to side, her eyes closed and her tiny teeth locked 
into the pink lushness of her lower lip. Bent as a drawn bow, she hung 
upon the apex of rapture for a long, shuddering moment, then collapsed.

Chris Hartmann hung over his supine daughter, his shaft driven to the 
balls, and Luaralee watched as the man's scrotum knotted, as it jerked 
and heaved. He grunted then, a great exhalation of breath, and she knew 
that he was ejaculating a huge, squirting geyser of semen into 
Bettina's thrilled little cunt.

Quivering, Lauralee's eyes glazed when her son continued to jam the 
prick to her pussy, and realized that the boy had turned away his face, 
that he had seen the climax between his young wife and his father-in-
law, and now had his mouth fastened greedily to an aching nipple of his 
mother's breast. Robbie's cock was going full blast now, the boy's 
testicles blurring against her inner thighs as they flung themselves 
upward.

She laid the sweetness of her vagina to him, wriggling upon the 
stabbing cockhead and clamping it with the hungry strength of her 
vaginal muscles. Her womb gave and recoiled with the spongy bumping of 
her son's far-reaching knob, and she felt the sunburst gathering in her 
straining clitoris.

"Close, close, close!" she chanted deliriously. "I'm close to coming, 
baby. Come on, come ON! Hammer that sweet prick into my cunt, you 
wonderful little motherfucker!"

Robbie's cockhead erupted like a volcano, and the sizzling, thick lava 
rained throughout her vagina. His prick bounced and throbbed, and she 
writhed lasciviously upon the spitting juices as her own orgasm came 
whipping furiously, lashing her cunt into a maddened frenzy and 
flashing in an eerie circle back to her asshole. It was perfect, and 
she luxuriated in its ultimate gratification.



Chapter 10


The stereo was going, not too loudly, with one of Robbie's tapes 
thumping out a sensual, primitive beat that seemed to reach right into 
Lauralee's belly and nestle there. She was beginning to understand why 
the kids like that kind of music so much; it had an insistent sexual 
undertone that she had not responded to in the past; now she was 
accepting the horny rhythm and flowing with it.

She looked over to where the kids were dancing, their naked young 
bodies so lovely and appealing in the soft golden light from a bar 
lamp. They moved with unconscious, unstudied grace, with an animal-like 
beauty that was basic to their very beings. Beside her, Chris nodded 
approvingly and lifted a glass in salute.

Lauralee glanced down; his prick as hanging limply against one hairy 
thigh, an oozing of semen clinging to the shrunken tip. "Just imagine," 
she said quietly, "what a marvelous marriage I would have know, if 
you'd been my husband. But you and those adorable children are helping 
me make up for all those lost and lonely years. Tell me, Chris--did you 
feel guilty, at first? Screwing Bettina, I mean, and ignoring your 
wife?"

"A little," he agreed, "but not all that much. Once I got into my 
girl's fantastic pussy and knew how much it meant to both of us, there 
was no way I was going to give up fucking her--even if I had to take 
her and run, leave the country. You nod doubt feel the same way now, 
about Robbie."

"Oh, I do, I do," she breathed.

"You're still making excuses to yourself," he said. "But you don't have 
to, Lauralee. We're all so damned lucky--and that includes my wife; 
Jessica never had it so good, from me, or from the great screwing she's 
been getting from your boy. You'll like her, I know. At first, she had 
some of the same doubts about the so-called propriety of it all, but 
when she really got with it, all those vanished. From a sometime, 
lackadaisical wife, she's turned into a fucking machine."

Lauralee poured them both another drink. "I'm not knocking what's 
happened, Chris. Far from it. I want to run out into the street and 
scream out my new-found happiness--but that would send the neighbors 
scurrying to call the police, I'm certain."

He nodded, and she watched the play of light in the thickly curling 
hair of his crotch, wondering how she could have EVER thought that a 
man's sexual organs were ugly. Small and limp or large and pulsing, any 
prick was gorgeous, a marvel of sensual perfection. It was a delicately 
constructed object that could turn into an enchanted engine of 
tremendous power.

Chris said then, "Kidding aside, that's where we have to be a little 
careful. It's great to bring new, fresh screwing into our circle, but 
we can't make the mistake of letting an oddball join us, somebody who 
might blow the whistle. Maybe later on we can search out someone 
compatible, but for now I think Robbie and I can give you three women 
all the fucking you want. We'll try like hell, anyhow."

Reaching over, Lauralee patted his drooping cock. "I'm sure you will, 
lover. You don't realize how sweet that word rests upon my tongue--
lover. Before Bettina and Robbie and you, I never had a real lover. Now 
I have three of you--and yet another one to come, your wife Jessica."

He grinned at her, and slipped an arm around her waist. "The kids are 
getting worked up again. Look how Robbie's cock is standing up; and by 
the time I finish this drink, I have an idea that I'll be ready for 
another round of fucking, myself. And you, baby?"

Lauralee smiled back. "Any time; all the time."

Chris drew her closer while she kept one hand upon his prick, feeling a 
slow thickening of the fabulous meat beneath her fingers. "We'll have 
to take special care of you," he said. "Since you're relatively new to 
all the things we've been doing with each other. I think we should make 
you the center of attraction now, the star of our show."

Giving her a quick kiss, Chris dropped off the barstool and took her by 
the hand to lead her toward the children. Robbie and Bettina had 
stopped dancing, and were holding each other, rubbing their bellies 
together.

"Hey, you guys," Chris announced, "I just told Lauralee we'd give her a 
good going-over. You remember what we did to Jessica, the first time we 
all balled her?"

Sloe-eyed and sultry, Bettina glanced up. "Sure; that's a fine idea, 
Dad. Who's first?"

Chris tugged at Lauralee's hand, and she lowered herself to the carpet, 
an expectant tremor building within her body.

"Age first," Chris answered, "then you, baby--to break the pattern, and 
Robbie finishes up, okay?"

Bettina's eyes were wickedly sensuous as she brought a sofa pillow to 
place beneath Lauralee's head, and another one to be positioned under 
her ass. "Relax, darling," she breathed then, "you're in for quite an 
experience. In fact, all of us are; it's going to be a blast, loving 
you in turn."

Lauralee looked from one intent face to the other as they stood in line 
before her inert body, all of them staring down at her ready thighs and 
the lush mound of her palpitating cunt, at the ripe and trembling 
globes of her breasts where the nipples were taut in anticipation. 
Chris stood with his heavy shaft in one hand, caressing its powerful 
club with his fingers; little Bettina fidgeted anxiously next to her 
father, cupping the delicate mossy spot between her willowy thighs; 
then Robbie waited, swaying back and forth, making small, hunching 
movements with his stiff prick.

All of them were eager to love her, Luaralee thought; these three great 
people were aching with desire to fuck her, to eat her juicy snatch, to 
kiss and caress her flesh while they probed the innermost secrets of 
her body. She was ready for them, quivering for them, her long legs 
moving sinuously and her belly rippling as a fresh supply of 
lubricating fluids bathed the satin wall of her vagina. An orgy, she 
thought--a real orgy of flesh and mind, with her as the focal point, 
the centerpiece for their adoration.

If Marshall could only see her at this moment, Lauralee mused; if only 
her ex-husband could stand somewhere nearby and see the wife he had 
called frigid, the wife he'd walked out on because she was so damned 
sexless. Marshall wouldn't believe his eyes, she thought; even the real 
evidence of her open and tempestuous sexuality would not convince him 
that Lauralee Jergens was doing this of her own free will. Too, he 
probably wouldn't be able to imagine that so many people could crave 
her hot body so much.

She blinked up at Chris Hartmann as the chunky, hairy man kneeled 
between her opened legs, his massive shaft reaching out, its flanged 
head glowing and a clear gem of pre-seminal fluid dangling at its 
point. Once her husband had felt sorry for her; Marshall had said so, 
bitterly, the day he told her he was going to get a divorce. Now she 
felt a little sorry for him in turn; if he was standing in this line, 
waiting his turn to dip his hard cock into her sought-after pussy, 
Marshall might even be jacking off.

Chris was stroking her hips now, his blunt fingers gently caressing her 
thighs and belly, trailing themselves deftly up to fondle the pulsating 
mounds of her firm breasts where the nipples practically leaped to meet 
his questing fingers. "Beautiful black pussy" he murmured, "so much 
rich, thick hair piled around it, like a deep, curly mattress. And your 
cunt lips look as if they're pouting; they're very full and rich, 
Lauralee. It's a real privilege to aim my cockhead down into them."

The pillow beneath her ass made her pelvis tilt upward, so that she was 
spread and open for his entrance, and Chris hesitated only a second 
with his spongy knob pressing into her undulating vulva before shoving 
his rigid meat full length into the greasy gloving of her pussy. That 
single thrust buried his shaft to the wrinkled sack of his refilled 
balls.

"Ahh!" she moaned, as she felt it crammed into her oily sheath, as she 
knew the thick, veined bulk of the man's cock burrowing deep. It was 
strong and knowing, slipping back and forth within the wet fist of her 
snatch and thrilling her with every minuscule activity. "Ahh, Chris--
how wonderful! I love you prick in me; I adore your cock tingling so 
deeply inside my pussy. Ooh--ahh!"

Of their own volition her hips took up the age-old rhythm of sensual 
womankind, ticktocking gracefully in slow, grinding arcs as her crotch 
fondled his pelvis, as his swollen meat imparted that electric pressure 
against her aroused clitoris. Chris was holding back, she sensed, 
throttling down his own needs in order to give her as much pleasure as 
possible. Lauralee writhed upon the slowly moving cock, rolling her ass 
and slowly moving her feet against the carpet, her knees flung wide and 
her crotch churning.

She cried out when she came, when the furious seething glory broke 
radiantly within her undulating pussy, white-hot and beautiful. 
Squirming, she thrust greedily for more, attempting to expand the 
inimitable rapture, to stretch it out into a blinding eternity, as if 
beyond it, crossing some hitherto unreachable threshold, beyond which 
would be like Eden upon a bed of bitten apples.

She had barely stopped spiraling her blazing cut upon him when Chris 
gently withdrew his enfired cockhead. Her hotly siphoning pussy lips 
tried valiantly to keep it prisoner. He moved from between her jealous 
thighs, and there was only a split second of loneliness before 
something took his place.

A small and greedy mouth fastened upon Luaralee's cunt lips; a quick 
and practiced tongue delved avidly into the slippery depths of her 
stirred vagina, and she wiggled in swift response. Bettina was eating 
her pussy again, sucking upon the silken labia and turning them inside 
out. The girl tired to drain all the frothy juices as she sucked the 
flexing cunt like a sugared orange.

Bettina drilled that educated tongue beneath the shuddering softness of 
the clitoral hood, prodding the seat of passion itself. Luaralee arched 
upon the tantalizing, driving wetness, that sweet and tingling caress, 
gasping as the girl hungrily chewed and pulled, as the throbbing little 
clit was drawn from its protective covering.

Moaning, she wrapped her legs around the sleek, tiny body, and her 
crotch plunged itself up and down, smearing its flowing stickiness over 
Bettina's cheeks and chin, trying to force the kid's nose up into the 
churning lips of her sizzling hole. Bettina gobbled, sucked, rubbed her 
teeth into the scorching gash, and her thumbs pressed down upon 
Lauralee's hipbones.

Violently, heaving and bucking in a searing frenzy, Lauralee banged her 
way to another majestic climax, sobbing at the cresting of an intense 
orgasm that seemed to tear her apart at the hidden seams. The girl 
would not let go, but continued to corkscrew her tongue into the 
bubbling reaches of Lauralee's rioting pussy, kept right on eating the 
dripping snatch, the serpentine juiciness that had become the focal 
point of the universe for both of them.

Lauralee couldn't stand it; she fought to back off that probing tongue, 
to free herself of the mounting intensity, but it was just impossible. 
She surrendered to yet another explosion of rapture, and she opened her 
mouth , intending to cry ENOUGH, ENOUGH!, something velvet-skinned and 
spongy forced itself between her lips. Lauralee drew breath around the 
insistent cockhead, and it slid along her curling tongue. As her 
tremendous orgasm burst within her coiled pussy, she drew Chris's meat 
farther into her mouth. She sucked on his prick while his daughter at 
last stilled the sweet torture of the tongue within her snatch.

Dizzily, Lauralee worked her mouth up and down upon the man's thick, 
heavy club, stabbing the tip of her tongue down into his narrow slit 
and tasting the sticky fluid oozing there. Chris held her head cradled 
upon his thighs, and she knew the furry caress of his balls against one 
cheek.

Bettina's wet mouth was now trailing upward over her hipbone, teasingly 
up to her rib cage, and the small, butterfly hands were busy at 
Lauralee's tits. Drawing fiercely upon Chris's knob, she attempted to 
siphon up his semen immediately, and the man was already trembling, his 
thighs gone tense and his belly jerking. She was getting to him, 
Lauralee thought hazily, and dimly knew the feel of Bettina's seeking 
mouth, the lifting of the girl's hands.

"Suck it!" Chris demanded in a hoarse voice. "Eat my cock, baby--oh 
yeah, keep running your tongue over the head, Lauralee. You're a 
natural, darling--a real cocksucker at work--ahh! Here it comes, you 
hungry bitch--TAKE IT"

As the foaming release broke hissing against the back of her throat, 
Lauralee was barely conscious of a prodding at her pussy lips, of a 
hard young knob pushing it way up into the steaming looseness of her 
labia. Robbie was shoving his distended knob into her snatch, gliding 
that beautiful hard young meat between her cunt lips and up into the 
damp furnace of her vagina.

Lauralee gulped at the spurting come that was flooding her mouth, 
swallowing hastily in order to catch her breath. The creamy fluid 
flowed greasily down her throat at Chris's bulb jerked again and again 
to shoot off its delicious syrup along her tongue and the inner linings 
of her dipped-in cheeks. This was her first taste of her new lover's 
semen, and she revelled in its musky, honeyed thickness, in the ultra-
lascivious sensation of taking his treasured juices down into the maw 
of her stomach. Now she had taken his semen into her pussy, absorbing 
its strength with her vaginal walls and the chalice of her womb--and 
she had also known its savory power in her throat. Chris Hartmann had 
thus made himself forever a part of her body.

Below, her son was thrusting steadily into her soapy cunt, reaching his 
slender young prick far up into her quivering hole, his balls flapping 
wetly into the slowly rotating cleft of her ass. Robbie was paying his 
own devotion to the altar of her body, stroking impetuously into his 
mother's adoring snatch, feeding the most vital part of himself back 
into the juicy cavern from which he had crawled in the beginning.

Tenderly, Chris eased his drained cockhead from the grip of Lauralee's 
lips, and only a thin trickle of come escaped her mouth to cling 
pastelike to the corners. She flicked her tongue to pick it up, her 
eyes closed in the ecstasy of her son's prick sliding, grinding, 
pushing.

Lauralee was drifting, spinning in lotus land, carried along a perfumed 
stream of voluptuous beauty, her eyes closed and her lips smiling. 
Without guidance, her lower body squirmed in mindless abandonment, 
giving as much pleasure as she was receiving, and she wondered briefly 
where Chris had gone, where Bettina was.

As her son's vigorous young cock pumped within her box, Luaralee 
discovered where Bettina was: a humid silken mound was lowered over her 
face. The girl moved gently, carefully, settling her feathered crotch 
upon Lauralee's upturned mouth. Tremulous labia met equally quaking 
lips, and Bettina moved lustfully, carnally against the tongue that had 
only moments ago been wrapped around her father's cock head, feeding 
her honeyed little gash into the mouth that had just accepted the 
spurting of her daddy's semen.

Symmetrical thighs positioned themselves at each side of Lauralee's 
head, and the succulent mound worked back and forth over her lips and 
against her teeth as she reached far up into that girlish sheath, using 
her tongue the same way the stiff cock was being used within the 
slippery folds of her own feverish pussy. She was loving and loved, 
being fucked and eating, her entire body vibrating with ecstasy as she 
blended with the girl and meshed with the boy. Hotly, clenching and 
wobbling, Lauralee's cunt made spasmed convulsions upon Robbie's 
pistoning meat, and she came with a magic exultation that seemed to 
disintegrate her entire being from within.

Bettina jerked upon her mouth, and the girl's miniature clit expanded, 
heaved and churned. At that enchanted moment, Robbie burst the 
skyrocket of his treasured come within his mother cunt, and Lauralee 
gasped in the whirlwind wonderment of it all.



Chapter 11


It was some time later when Lauralee gathered what remained of her 
strength and was helped to her feet. She stood there swaying between 
her two male lovers, while her female darling kissed the now flaccid 
nipples of her breasts, and made light, fluttering touches upon her 
dripping vulva.

"I'll help her to the bath," Bettina volunteered. "Maybe you guys can 
get some sandwiches together before we come back. I know I'm starving, 
and Lauralee probably is, too."

She went with the girl, moving loose-jointedly and fluidly, feeling 
that all her joints had turned watery. But there was a deep sense of 
gratification lingering within her inflamed vagina, and a tingling that 
aroused itself whenever one thigh brushed the other. Lauralee sat upon 
the toilet while Bettina drew a hot bath for her, and poured in scented 
powders.

"Here you are, darling," the girl purred. "All ready for you to soak 
in. I know what a round-robin fucking like that takes out of you. The 
first time Daddy and Robbie did it to me, I must have passed out three 
or four times, but it was even more draining when my mother joined us. 
Oh wow; I didn't think there was a bone left in my body, but I got over 
it in a hurry, and was soon ready for some more of that fantastic 
screwing."

Lowering herself into the hot, clasping water, Lauralee propped her 
head upon the rim of the tub and stretched out her legs. IT seemed 
impossible that she would have hit so many fulfilling orgasms; she was 
the cold-natured wife who'd never know what it was to come. She was the 
uptight, rigidly programmed woman who had thought that sex was 
something to be avoided altogether, or submitted to only when Marshall 
became overbearing, when he practically raped her. Oh damn, she 
thought, settling into the soothing water; she must have given her 
husband a difficult time, a terrible time of strain and unbearable 
pressure.

Now she didn't doubt for a moment that Marshall had gone out romancing 
other women; he was a lusty male with hearty sexual appetites, and she 
could hardly blame him for straying. Closing her eyes and relaxing her 
body, she thought also that he must have loved her very much, despite 
her frigidity; otherwise, he would not have remained with her for so 
many years.

And how would he accept her now, in her new freedom--if ever their 
paths should happen to cross again? Even though Marshall was sensual, 
he was of her own age bracket, out of the same rocky soil of moralistic 
upbringing that insisted one should cleave only to one other. Men, she 
knew, were prone to apply the double standard, anyhow; they could swing 
with various interesting girls, but they denied the same opportunities 
to their own wives.

If there was the slightest hangover from that out-moded way of 
thinking, Marshall would be shocked to his core by any hint that his 
wife was not only balling other men, but that she had stepped beyond 
acceptable bounds by fucking her own son--his son, too. Damn, Lauralee 
mused; Marshall Jergens had been out of her life for quite some time 
now, and she might as well also put him completely out of her mind. 
There was nothing left for them.

"Sit up a little," Bettina said softly, "so I can soap your boobs. I 
love to handle them, to feel them all round and giving in my hands. 
Then I'll wash your back."

Obediently, Lauralee came upright and leaned forward from the hips. She 
enjoyed the slow fondling of the girl's slippery fingers as they moved 
over her globes. The strength was coming back into her flesh, and she 
realized that it wouldn't take much to bring her well-fucked body back 
to the brink of desire once more. There was still something she hadn't 
done, and she imagined the others would be happy to try it with her.

She craved the sensation of her son's hard, slim prick moving up into 
her asshole, while Chris's swollen meat reached into her sheath; she 
wanted to be packed with their cocks, to know the filling of her two 
holes at the same time. In her mind's eye, she pictured the sacks of 
their testicles swinging together, touching in mutual caress as their 
engorged rods enjoyed the plush openings of her flesh. As they fucked 
her together, Bettina was free to do as she wanted, perhaps lick at 
both sets of balls, maybe try to squeeze her head in so she could spear 
that marvelously experienced tongue against Lauralee's clitoris.

It would make her faint, Luaralee thought; so much concentrated and 
intense adoration would make her shatter into a million ecstatic 
pieces, and she would pass out. But even if she did, she knew they 
would continue to fuck her, and would bring her back from one shadowy 
wonderland into the brightness of their love.

"Lie back again," Bettina suggested, "and I can get at your lovely 
snatch."

The girl's hands were slippery and tantalizing over her mound; the soap 
bubbled and added its own slow torment. Bettina said, "I know how I got 
turned on at first--by playing around with another kid, and by 
listening to my mom and dad in bed at night, when they were screwing. I 
used to picture them making it, and I'd get so hot that I'd have to 
finger-fuck myself. Then, after I hid in their closet one time and 
actually SAW my daddy sticking his big, beautiful prick into her pussy, 
I just HAD to be fucked, but I didn't know how to go about making a 
boy. I mean, I didn't dare try to turn on my father, not at first, even 
though that's what I wanted most. So I went along with this girl and 
made it that way, until he caught us at it. but you, Lauralee--you're 
so sweet and passionate; I can't understand why you couldn't swing with 
your old man."

Lauralee said, "My fault, I guess. Marshall wasn't very patient, and 
he--he hurt me, on our wedding night. After that, It just got worse and 
worse, and told myself that it didn't matter. YOU turned me on, 
darling--after those horny movies that so clearly demonstrated what I'd 
been missing. I'll forever be grateful to you for that, and for 
bringing in Robbie to fuck me, afterward."

"Umm," Bettina murmured. "There--your gorgeous pussy is all sweet and 
clean, and if I wasn't so hungry for another kind of food, I'd eat it 
right now. Have you ever thought of contacting your old man again?"

Pulling the plug, Lauralee stood up while the draining water swirled 
about her feet. "No, I haven't. I know that Robbie misses his father, 
but--no."

"Okay," the girl said quietly. "Step out on the bathmat and I'll dry 
that lovely, tall body. The guys must be eating up everything in the 
kitchen by now, and I keep hoping we'll get a phone call from my mother 
before long. Wouldn't you just know that my auntie would pull one of 
her sicky spells at the wrong time? I'll bet that Mom is going out of 
her head, thinking about all the good fucking that she's missing. She's 
really anxious to meet you, Lauralee."

Lauralee pivoted slowly, feeling regal at so much attention, 
luxuriating in the devoted service being given her by her new daughter-
lover-in-law-friend. "And I want to meet your mother," she said. "I'm 
not afraid any more. I just know I'll love her, too."

They kissed, their naked bodies clinging together tenderly, their 
breasts and mounds seeking counterparts. Shuddering, Bettina said 
throatily, "Come on; we'd better get out of here."

Down the hallway they went, giggling together like kids, happy in each 
other's nearness. Lauralee thought this was as it should be, that they 
were more than technical relatives, but blood sisters who shared the 
same lovers, and shared themselves, also. She didn't need more than 
this rare closeness, more than the man and boy who would fuck her in 
all possible ways, more than the woman who was yet a stranger to her, 
but who was waiting in the wings to add another intriguing dimension to 
the lovemaking. Certainly, Lauralee didn't need her former husband. He 
was gone, and with a little more effort, she could make him forgotten.

Going into the kitchen, she said, "Hi."

They looked up from the litter they had created on the counter, and 
motioned to sandwiches several decks high. "Dig in," Chris offered, 
pointing with a can of beer.

She and Bettina fell to, and Lauralee was amazed that she could consume 
so much food, though the beer helped wash it down. She would have to 
start watching her weight, she thought, but that wasn't going to be 
easy; fucking gave her such an appetite. Finishing the food, Lauralee 
searched her memory for something she had read, about screwing using up 
many calories. She hoped the article had been correct; she didn't want 
to be a heavyweight.

 Surprised, she saw that Chris was pulling on his clothes. "Where are 
you going?"

"I'll be back as soon as I can," he promised. "I called Jessica over at 
her sister's place, and she thinks she can get away from there in an 
hour or so. I'm going to pick her up, and of course I'll bring her 
right back here."

Putting down her beer can, Lauralee said, "I'll miss you, Chris; WE'LL 
miss you."

He came over to where she was sitting and took her bare tits in both 
hands. "I'll hurry baby. Jessica is as anxious to get with you as I am 
to have some more of that terrific pussy. The kids will keep you busy 
while I'm gone."

"Okay," she pouted, holding up her mouths for his warm kiss, and 
looking after him as he strode to the door, thinking how sensual this 
mostly bald man was, how eager he was to fuck her, while remaining 
devoted to his own daughter's wonderfully trained little snatch.

Bettina helped her clean up, while Robbie wandered into the living room 
and put on a tape. The primitive beat of the music reached Lauralee as 
she crowded dishes into the water and turned it on; she found herself 
following the rhythm with a slinky movement of her hips. Then her 
breasts took it up, too.

"Go dance with him," Betina suggested. "I have to take a bath, too--but 
I'd like to get in on anything you guys start."

"We'll wait for you," Lauaralee promised.

The dancing didn't last long; she was too new at it, even though her 
son complimented her on getting with it and loosening up. "Wow," he 
said, as she sank down upon the couch and pushed out her legs. "Dad 
ought to see you like that, with your beautiful body rolling and 
wiggling. I just know he'd freak right out, Mom."

Lauralee chewed her lip. "You'd better forget him," she said. "Your 
father wouldn't understand--or accept--anything that's going on around 
here; especially, you and me, Robbie."

He hesitated, then sat beside her to stroke her thigh. "You're so 
lovely," he said, "you make a guy hurt, just seeing you bare-assed like 
this. And once a man knows how deep and rich your pussy is, he HAS to 
come back to it, time and again, fucking it and eating it, over and 
over. I never thought I'd be lucky enough to ever get my cock into that 
gorgeous cunt, Mom. Now that I have, I can't stay away from it. I'm 
hooked on my mother's far-out pussy."

Lauralee put her arm around her son's shoulders; her fingers played 
over his flat nipple as she breathed into his ear, "I'm glad, baby. 
Especially since you have such a spectacular young wife, and still want 
to screw your old mom."

Robbie took hold of his growing shaft and rubbed the satiny head along 
the smoothness of her outer thigh. "You'll never be too old for me to 
screw."

Lightly, she kissed his downy cheek and watched the play of the boy's 
ballooning knob along her skin, admiring the cunning sculpture of its 
design and the beauty of its coloring. Boyish prick that had dipped 
into adult cunts, she thought; such a young cock, to have already 
fucked two mature women and stroked so often in a girl's alluring 
little oven as well; Robbie would go on sampling women's vaginas, she 
knew, making many others happy; she hoped it would always come back to 
her own.

"Hey," Bettina said from the doorway, posing piquantly there with her 
small, perfect body radiant. "I warned you guys not to start anything 
without me."

"We haven't," Lauralee answered. "Come here and join us, darling."

Robbie stood up, his now-rigid meat a thin staff sturdy enough to hang 
undies on to dry. "Both of you," he announced. "I want to fuck both of 
you, going back and forth in your cunts. Mom--will you lie down on the 
floor? Yeah, that's the way, on your back with those long legs wide 
open so your pussy shines up at me. Now, Bettina, how about lying down 
on top of her--put your ass on her belly, baby, and hike your knees so 
that your sweet little snatch is right over hers."

Excitedly, Lauralee accepted this new challenge, her flesh warming as 
the girl carefully lowered her negligible weight upon her. As Bettina 
lay back, Lauralee held the small, hard tits and thumbed their saucy 
points.

The girl's trim and perky ass snuggled down against her groin, and 
Lauralee relished the feel of it there, the adorable dainty cheeks with 
their miniature cleft.

"Man, oh man," Robbie breathed, fondling this turgid cock. "What a 
sight that is--my wife's golden pussy on top of my mom's black pussy; 
all those groovy legs spread open for me; Bettina's pink cunt lips and 
my mother's full, red ones."

He kneeled upon the carpet and got himself set between their thighs, 
caressing both sets with trembling hands, bending to kiss each of them 
in turn. Lauralee flinched when her son's mouth found the dewy opening 
of her pulsating labia, when his hot tongue slid wetly along them. But 
he was soon gone, and she could tell by the tightening of Bettina's ass 
that Robbie was paying the same adulation to the girl's mound, too.

Next, she knew the delightful nuzzling of his cockhead, that rubbery 
yet firm bud of his young manhood as it felt into her eager, humid cunt 
lips. Robbie shoved into them gently but steadily; forcing them to give 
way for the sliding comfort of his hard meat. The boy's prick worked up 
into Luaralee twitching vagina then, and her son began to stroke 
slowly, penetratingly, into her body.

His belly must be rubbing into Bettina's pussy, she thought, and 
squeezed down upon her daughter-in-law's nubile breasts. Robbie must be 
taking care to add his weight to his wife's, but she couldn't see how 
he was handling the situation; she could only feel, and that was truly 
the only sense she required. Her vagina wriggled over his thrusting 
shaft and her clit quivered.

Suddenly, almost painfully, that enchanted cock was gone, yanked from 
the clenching of her moist depths, and Lauralee's cunt was lonely.

"Oooh!" Bettina groaned, the delicate ass rolling as Robbie inserted 
the head of his slippery prick into the girl's smaller, tighter snatch.

Lauralee felt her son's fuzzy balls against the wet mouth of her 
deprived cunt, the slow back-and-forth swinging of the sack as Robbie 
pumped his insatiable rod into his wife's wriggling body. Four 
lingering strokes, five--then the greasy knob was back below, reaching 
blindly for the welcoming embrace of his mother's cunt. He jammed it 
home, and Luaralee took it breathlessly, joyfully.

Containing himself, controlling his pent-up emotions, Robbie was giving 
them both a magnificent fucking, a priceless screwing they would both 
remember for the rest of their lives. His flanged cockhead reached and 
withdrew, rolled around inside Lauralee's feverish hole and brought her 
jerking, heaving to a culmination that made her drum her heels upon the 
floor.

His magical staff was gone again, plunged once more into the sweet, hot 
glove the girl's churning pussy, driven to the veined hilt inside her 
sinuously rolling snatch. In and out, his balls caressing Luaralee's 
steamy cunt with every stroke, Robbie pumped his distended tool 
strongly into Bettina, and Luaralee could feel them, too. The girl 
jerked with every burying of the slick meat, her tremors passing 
through her straining body and into Lauralee's sensitive flesh.

She knew the exact moment when Bettina came, and rocked the darling 
girl lovingly in her arms as the tiny ass bucked in hectic spasms. 
Robbie was coming, too, she thought; the boy's scrotum was shuddering; 
all that creamy richness was spewing into the childlike vagina, 
drenching it with his bubbling juices.

But Robbie sensed that his mother craved to share that ultimate moment, 
and pulled his spitting cockhead from his wife's wringing pussy. 
Luaralee gasped as she felt the downpour of her son's semen, the 
splattering of the oystery fluid that rained upon her own cunt lips and 
soaked her pussy hairs. They were both being rewarded with the fluids 
of the boy's wondrous balls, his some purling inside and our of 
Bettina's shivering cunt, and smearing itself into Lauralee's pulsating 
box. She loved him for his thoughtfulness, and her ass twisted as the 
starchy rivulet oozed down the crack of her excited ass.

"You're both dripping with my come," Robbie said. "Both my beautiful 
fuckable cunts are all milky with my semen--my mother's pussy and 
wife's pussy. That's the sexiest thing I've ever seen."

Sighing, Bettina disengaged herself rom the tangle, rolling from 
Lauralee's body and off to one side. "Don't let it all get soaked up," 
Lauralee heard the girl say. "Here, baby--let me scoop some of it into 
my hand--"

Lauralee started to move, bringing her legs together as she felt her 
son backing from between them. Bettina nudged her hip. "Roll on over, 
darling--onto your belly, and bring your knees under your body, so your 
ass pokes up. You want it like this, don't you?"

"Yes, yes, yes!" Lauralee moaned, and realized why the girl had 
collected the semen. It was to lubricate the head of Robbie's cock, so 
that it would be easier to get into the tightness of her tube. She was 
panting against her folded arms when she felt warm, greasy fingers 
working the lguey stuff into the rim of her asshole, and a violent 
thrill pierced her, all the way up to her throat.

Then her son's sudsy knob was at the hairy ring, his hands braced upon 
the cheeks of her ass, his knees between her own. "Take it easy, Mom," 
he said from behind her. "Relax as much as you can and stay loose; 
don't tighten down on me, and it'll go fine."

Closing her eyes, Lauralee waited, her pulses racing insanely. Would it 
hurt? Could it feel as good as that fleeting moment when, in the 
squirming heat of passion, someone had slipped a finger into her anus? 
The slippery tip of her son's glans pressed into the equally greasy 
knot of her asshole, pushing tenderly. And slowly, every so slowly, the 
reluctant circle began to give, to stretch.

"Easy," he murmured, "just hang loose, baby. The cockhead is going in 
you--and wow! It's really hot and tight in there."

She felt it; she knew the strange, almost frightening sensation and 
fought to keep from tightening. Inch by exploring inch, the boy's 
spongy, hard-cored bulb eased into her ass, and suddenly the length of 
his stiff prick slid up, up, and his balls settled into the parted vee 
of her thighs, his pelvis against her cheeks.

It was in her; her son's beloved cock was really IN her ass. Lauralee 
wiggled upon it, testing, experimenting, and her pussy contracted 
below.

"It--it's fabulous," she groaned. "Oh, I can't believe it, Robbie; you 
have your sweet prick buried all the way into my ass."

Stroking her cheeks, he began to move back and forth, very gently and 
slowly, taking great care not to hurt her. Lauralee didn't give a damn 
if he did hurt her; anything that happened within her narrow hose would 
be a wanton rapture, and she slid around upon the meat socked so firmly 
inside her tail.

Her nipples dug into the carpet, and she liked the small pain. Every 
tender stroke he made into her impaled body was a loving movement, and 
she could feel the juices of her cunt oozing from her labia to wet her 
thighs. Flames seared her vagina and her asshole was wiggling steam 
hose; Robbie pumped more strongly into it, and she could hear his 
breath, harsh and uneven in his throat. He was fucking his mother from 
behind, sticking that young boy meat into his mommy's ass, taking the 
cherry there that no man or woman had ever touched. She exulted in what 
she was able to give him like this.

Rolling her ass, Lauralee lifted her tits from the rug and dug her 
fingers into it, arching her back, swaying her hips and taking him, 
loving him, backing fiercely into him while her cunt leaped and 
trembled as her maddened clitoris tried to break out of its hood. 
Robbie bent over her, reaching down and around to take hold of her 
swinging tits, his pelvis grinding hungrily into the soft pillow of her 
ass.

Without warning, his cockhead flexed to spray a burning rain of come 
into her tubing, and he squeezed her breasts as he let go. Lauralee 
churned her ass around his meat, coming and coming as he sagged.



Chapter 12


By pushing and pulling, Bettina had managed to get them to roll over 
onto their sides, and Luaralee clamped down with the cheeks of her ass 
so that Robbie's hard meat would be held trapped within the rubbery 
ring of her tube. The girl had gone after he dripping cunt as if it 
were a hairy pie and she was starved for its creamy sweets. She'd eaten 
and lapped furiously, and Luaralee soon convulsed in one climax after 
another, until she could stand it no longer, and begged off.

When she staggered to her feet and made it to the bar, she looked back 
to see her son and his bride locked in sixty-nine, Robbie's face buried 
in the honey-blonde mound between Bettina's slim thighs, the girl 
sucking lustily upon his softened rod. Luaralee splashed bourbon into a 
glass and downed it straight; after the shot quit burning her tummy she 
had another, drinking this one more slowly, letting its strength and 
warmth spread throughout her drained body.

Oh lord, she thought; it might not be long before Chris came back with 
his wife, and here she was, all fucked out. Each of her orgasms had 
been shattering, and now every small movement of her body sent flaming 
lances of sensitivity screaming along her nerve ends. Could she stand 
another series, yet another different, horny coupling? Lauralee wasn't 
at all certain as she finished her second shot of liquor.

Feeling better then, more up, she straightened her back and took 
several deep breaths. Maybe she was truly getting old, and wouldn't be 
able to keep up with her much younger lovers.

But minutes later, when she climbed down, Lauralee saw that both the 
kids were asleep, their heads snuggled into each other's lower bellies. 
They looked calm and beautiful like that; she smiled down upon them and 
walked slowly back down the hall to her own bed. Stretched there, she 
closed her eyes and watched the pictures forming against the lids. A 
little rest, she thought; a bit of complete relaxation, and she would 
again be available.

Warmly, she slipped into drowsiness. Surely now she had been fucked in 
all possible ways one man could put it to her! There were no more holes 
left for a cock to explore, not by itself. She wondered if it was 
humanly possible for a woman to get two pricks into her vagina at the 
same time. Chris's big meat packed her own cunt fully, and there 
wouldn't be room for another.

Maybe, just maybe, two slender shafts like Robbie's might be able to 
squeeze in there, side by side. But Lauralee didn't know of another 
cock like her son's. She could be reaching too far afield, she 
realized. It would be more than enough excitement simply to be stuffed 
with one up her ass and another bulging within the slippery folds of 
her stimulated vagina.

And one in the mouth? Like that, she would be the centerpiece for three 
men, binding them together through the juicy hotness of her flesh, 
giving each of them, all of them, the completeness of orgasm. IT would 
be very nice, she thought fuzzily, and turned over on the bed to 
snuggle against her pillow. It might take some planning and a bit of 
physical contortion, but Lauralee was sure she could somehow manage it.

Another man, then--and it didn't matter what the size of his prick 
might be. Someone who would fit in with the easy, open swinging of 
these two families that had luckily combined into a single unit without 
jealousy and trouble. It might be difficult to find someone else who 
possessed the proper qualifications. Lauralee slept then, drifting in 
and out of warm dreams where she saw a long line of erectly throbbing 
cocks, where she saw them spurt at the same moment, firing geysers of 
milky juices high into the air ...

She slid into the silver rain, bathing in the hot, soapy fluid, feeling 
it greasy upon her skin and between her legs, feeling the marvelous 
richness, the thrilling thick syrup, lifting her face to taste it upon 
her tongue. It was gently against her face, and she was swimming in 
semen ...

Lauralee's eyes fluttered open. The warmth against her was real, but 
not liquid; it was plumply rounded and softly resilient, shaped and 
modelled into hillocks and valleys. She smelled perfume and felt the 
feathery brush of silken hair against her nude shoulder. Gentle hands 
began to stroke her flesh, roaming over her belly to linger upon her 
breasts. Light fingers teased her nipples into aware erection. Hot 
breath stirred against the back of her neck.

The voice was satiny, whispering. "I just couldn't wait not after 
hearing all about you, Lauralee."

"J-Jessica?"

"Yes. You feel so wonderful, tall and lean and willowy; your skin is 
very smooth. I sneaked in here in the dark, but would you mind turning 
on the light, dear? I want to see this paragon my husband and daughter 
and Robbie have been praising to the skies."

Fumbling over the nightstand, Lauralee found the bedlamp and switched 
it on. She blinked against the light, and turned back to face the woman 
she had never met, this woman who was lying naked in bed with her.

They stared at each other. Lauralee saw a ripely rounded body, the skin 
tranluscently pale, with big, pillow tits whose red tips lifted like 
overgrown cherries. The hips were lush, full and richly curved, and 
there between abundant thighs nestled a flaming bush of pubic hair, red 
as the sun. Only then did Lauralee glance up at the face smiling 
crinkled at her. Jessica Hartmann was cute; her cheeks were plump and 
she wore her naturally red hair long and loose. There were laugh lines 
at the corners of her blue eyes.

"Hey," Jessica murmured. "They were right; you're really a lovely 
woman, built like a magazine fashion model, but a lot more real and 
healthy."

Lauralee grinned back. It would be easy to be friends with this woman, 
even if they hadn't already shared sex with each other's lovers. She 
said, "Thank you, Jessica. You're beautiful; I can see where Bettina 
got her looks."

"And her sexiness," the woman said. "Only I wasn't so sure about that--
until your son proved it to me. That boy is some kind of horny young 
stud."

"I think so, too," Lauralee agreed. "Tell me--do they ever sort of burn 
you out, make you tired?"

Jessica laughed, throwing back her head; her boobs jiggled like milky 
globes. "Sure they do. But I take a bath and a nap and eat something, 
and I'm ready to make it some more. It just takes a little getting used 
to, that's all. Don't fret, dear; we all run out of gas from time to 
time--but what fun it is, getting pumped up again!"

Daringly, Lauralee leaned forward and touched the beguiling nipples. 
"So big and gorgeous," she whispered. "Your skin is flawless, Jessica. 
Robbie must have been splitting his jeans, every time he looked at you. 
Any man with testicles can't help raising a hardon."

The woman stopped laughing, and a slinky hot light flared in her eyes. 
"Just what I was thinking about you," she purred. "But there's no 
reason men should have all the fun."

Lauralee fingered the intriguing, rubbery points of the melon tits. 
"You're right, of course." She moved closer, and fitted the length of 
her slender body to the heated fullness of the other woman's. The rich 
breasts were as soft as they looked, giving, cushioning against her 
own. The smooth belly trembled, and the springy cunt hair was padded as 
her own mound reached into it.

Jessica's mouth was softer than rosebuds and scented with eager 
springtimes; the tongue was quick and artful, her teeth small and 
eager. Lauralee wrapped her arms around this new and infinitely 
pleasing body, aroused by knowing her son had fucked the pussy surging 
against her vulva, that he had sucked it. There was extra stimulation 
in knowing she had ridden the husbandly prick that had screwed this 
woman thousands of times.

Others had eaten into this sensuously churning mound--Robbie, Chris, 
the woman's own fantastically sexy young daughter. Now it could be 
Lauralee's; she could know its flowing sweetness and the lunging of its 
velvet depths as she tormented the clitoris with questing tongue and 
suctioning lips.

"Ahh," Jessica sighed as they broke the kiss, and moved first to shift 
the angle of her ripe body. Her mouth fastened greedily upon Lauralee's 
nipple while her hands tenderly kneaded both tits. The soft lips were 
searing, working their way damply down Lauralee's rib cage, the small 
teeth nipping delicately at tummy skin and her tongue going furiously, 
as if the flavor of Lauralee's skin was something intoxicating.

"I want--I want to eat you, too," Lauralee gasped, but Jessica had 
already plunged her face between Lauralee's quivering thighs. The shock 
of that first contact raced through her, and her pelvis jerked upward, 
presenting the urgency of her hairy crotch to this new and hungry 
mouth.

Jessica ate pussy differently than her daughter; she was just as 
skilled in the application of her tongue, but there was more hunger to 
it, a fiercer need. She spread her mouth wide, and sucked powerfully, 
dragging Lauralee's pussy lips against her teeth. Her tongue pumped 
vigorously in and out, as if it was a short, wet cock, and Lauralee 
wriggled upon it, reaching down to caress the woman's hair as her ass 
rolled from side to side and her pelvis humped.

A strange and beautiful woman was delving lasciviously into her vagina, 
almost snarling as she tried to devour the tender lining, pounding her 
stiffened tongue deep and curling it back.

Panting, Lauralee hissed: "Eat it as savagely as you want to, Jessica! 
Chew my pussy and lap it like a puppy dog--suck my cunt and swallow the 
juice--oh! Oh, you wonderful bitch--ahh, yes! Ooh--I've fucked your 
husband and eaten your daughter's snatch --ah! I've sucked your 
husband's prick and drained all the semen from his balls, and Chris has 
shoved his tongue in my cunt just as you're doing now--ahh! Ooh, that's 
wild, darling!"

Swivelling her ass furiously, Lauralee clung to the woman's head and 
ground her crotch into the ravenous mouth, bucking her clit into the 
wet teeth and bringing her long thighs together like a silken trap. She 
was close, so close, and that tongue was driving her right out of her 
fucking skull--

But it suddenly stopped. Lauralee arched her back and squeezed her 
thighs against the stilled head, but there was no more; she was left 
teetering upon the very brink of a magnificent culmination, and she 
felt cheated. "Jessica--what's the matter? What's wrong?"

Opening her eyes then, she saw the woman's reason for hesitating. There 
on the bed, poised behind his wife's upthrust and shining ass, was 
Chris Hartmann. Lauralee hadn't even heard him come into the room, or 
felt the difference his weight made upon the bed.

Looming chunky and wide, hairy-chested and taut, the man was 
maneuvering his swollen cockhead into his wife's scarlet-mossed mound 
from behind. Feeling the spongy thrust, Jessica had been startled for a 
moment, but now Lauralee felt the slippery tongue stabbing, Lancing 
again and again into the vibrancy of her clit. Jessica had recognized 
the shape of her husband's knob, and was squirming in obvious delight 
as the man fed his meat up into her clenching slot.

"Take it," Chris grunted, as he shoved his rigid meat clear to the root 
between his wife's opulent thighs, "take my cock, you sweet, hot bitch! 
Couldn't stay away from her, could you? I knew you'd come sneaking up 
here to eat Lauralee's pussy, even if you had to start it while she was 
asleep--oh baby, shake that nice, round ass for me! Oh yeah, yeah--keep 
on licking that hairy black cunt, while I jam my prick into yours, 
Jessica--like this--like this--"

Staring, Lauralee could see the grip Chris had on the cheeks of his 
wife's luxurious ass, and feel the woman's folded body to where Jessica 
was nuzzling even more avidly into her snatch. Shifting her gaze, she 
found her eyes locked with his, and Chris smiled voluptuously. 
Jessica's educated tongue regained it frenetic rhythm, and Lauralee 
found her self pivoting upon it, humping to the buried face, her thighs 
sliding up and down beside Jessica's head.

"Beautiful, hot bitches!" Chris grunted. "What a pair of juicy cunts--
sweet asses, gorgeous boobs--you love your old man's cock, don't you 
baby?" You love my prick as much as you adore that steamy gash you're 
eating--"

Jessica moaned an answer into Lauralee's flexing vagina, and the 
teasing, tantalizing suction upon Lauralee's clitoris, became too 
intense to bear. Shivering, she let go of the woman's head and fell 
back upon the bed, her entire lower body swinging wildly, her pelvis 
reaching brutally up into the chewing, siphoning mouth.

"I--oh, I'm coming!" she cried out. "Fuck her, Chris--fuck the hell out 
of her! Screw your wife while she's going down on me--make her come as-
-AHH!--come as insanely as I'm coming--COMING!"

The fireworks went off deep within her wrenching vagina, flaring 
pinwheels of ecstasy around her bursting clitoris, sparklers showering 
golden hot rain up through her tumultuous belly and a spitting fuse 
burning itself savagely out through her fluttering asshole.

Lifting her smeared face from the sizzling wet hairs of Lauralee's 
quaking mound, Jessica groaned in sharp rapture, humping back upon her 
husband's pounding shaft. Her head jerked upward as she came, and she 
rocked from side to side as Lauralee stared at her contorted face and 
the mesmerizing pendulums of the swinging balloon tits.

Immediately, Chris stopped hammering his hard meat into her. With a 
swift and agile movement, he slipped his cockhead down and out of the 
clinging grip of his wife's snatch, and sat back upon his heels. As 
Jessica collapsed softly to one side, Lauralee could see the light 
glistening upon that reddened and puffy glans, see the golden rays of 
the bedlamp reflected upon the oily juices of the woman's pussy that 
clung like glue there.

"Your turn," Chris said. "There she is, with her plump legs all spread 
out. My wife's pussy is all heated up for you baby, so just crawl 
around her and go to it. Point your sweet, lovely ass up at me and 
spread your thighs, so I can screw you like I just stuck it to her. My 
cock is all greasy with her juice, and it'll slip right up into your 
tight hole."

Lauralee moved to do his bidding, her heart thudding and her own snatch 
becoming flooded in her excitement. She kneeled between the pale, ripe 
legs and ran her hands up and down the rounded calves as she gazed 
raptly down into the inflamed cunt lips surrounded by so much deep, 
curly red hair. Jessica's labia had turned scarlet, and they were 
dripping. Lauralee caressed the lavish thighs, and angled her body down 
so that her buttocks would be presented to the man who waited 
impatiently behind her, his gorged prick in one hand, his hairy balls 
filled with new semen.

She was about to go down on a woman's mature pussy, while that woman's 
husband fucked her from behind, She had learned to love a vagina 
through the teachings of Jessica's daughter, and now she was on the 
verge of making the full round of the family--man and wife and child.

Trembling, Lauralee bent down and kissed the silken belly, working the 
end of her tongue into the dimpled navel. Jessica twitched, and the 
padded nest of her mound moved back and forth. Lauralee licked into the 
outer fringes of humid pubic hair, feeling its stiff coils against her 
lips and tickling her tongue.

She burrowed through the matted hair and into the jelly-dripping pussy 
lips, tasting an exotic flavor there, an odd muskiness that thrilled 
her. Luaralee covered the pulsing snatch with her mouth, and at that 
moment Chris poised the soapy head of his distended prick against her 
vulva, felling upward for the torrid slit that was yearning for him. As 
she drove her tongue between the softness of the elastic lips, Chris 
drove his knob into Lauralee's labia, and both reached as far as they 
could into hot, soupy cunts. They were joined, deliciously interlocked, 
flesh within flesh within flesh.

While Chris poled his hard meat into her filled pussy, Lauralee muzzled 
deeper into the rippling snatch she was exploring with her teeth and 
tongue. When she had probed the sheath as far as she could, and tickled 
its buttery velvet walls, she withdrew her tongue and sucked in. The 
rubbery labia came into her mouth, and Lauralee toothed it gently, 
drawing a warm rivulet of juice down her throat and swallowing it 
gleefully.

There was the fresh, unknown clit, leaping to greet her drilling 
tongue, parting the folds of its tender hood. The size of that intense 
organ surprised Lauralee; it was constructed like a little cock, but 
much, much bigger that her own, and a giant compared to Bettina's's 
tiny nubbin. By pressing down into the upper labia, she was able to get 
the vibrating growth between her teeth, and held it there while she 
tortured it with her lashing tongue.

Behind her, Chris panted as he thrust heavily into her own seething 
hole. "Baby--oh, baby--you're so hot and juicy that your sweet cunt is 
overflowing and wetting my balls! Ahh--you're tight, though, and my big 
cock is making those pussy lips stretch like rubber bands--grind it, 
Lauralee--shove that ass up to me!"

She gave it to him, seesawing her rear and wheeling her avid vagina 
upon his thrusting club, but she continued to worry the pulsating 
clitoris held captive by her teeth. Jessica's pelvis spasmed and the 
ripe thighs jerked uncontrollably. The woman shrieked softly and 
pounded the mattress with her hands as she crested upon a roaring tidal 
wave of ecstasy.

Holding her breath, Lauralee convulsed in her own orgasm, and felt the 
jetting cascade of Chris's semen blasting into her pussy.



Chapter 13


Physically they were quite different, Lauralee thought; inside, they 
were the same, the identical operations of their passionate natures at 
odds with their bodies. But those bodies complemented each other--
Jessica's plump and ripely rounded, very lush and generously developed, 
her large, heavy breasts a comfort for any man, and those lavish thighs 
a welcome. Lauralee looked down and checked out her own physical 
qualifications: she had always thought she was a bit too long and lean, 
but admitted there was a certain grace about her willowy frame, that 
her legs were beguilingly long and supple.

Variety seemed to attract men, she thought, and there was plenty of it 
in this room now. Little Bettina was so tiny and childlike, a superbly 
modelled young girl constructed like a miniature Venus. One tall and 
sleek, one warm luxuriantly fleshed, and a girl who was the epitome of 
anyone's sensuous daughter; the men had to be content with what they 
had, because the choice was pretty special.

"It's kind of weird," Jessica sighed, crossing her mellow legs and 
propping one elbow upon the bar top as she toyed with her drink. "I as 
always somewhat of a loner, until we all started fucking each other. 
Now I'd like for us all to be under the same roof, living together all 
the time. Now wait a second, Lauralee--I know damned well it probably 
wouldn't work, because women really need to manage their own homes. But 
I can dream a little anyhow."

Lauralee sipped her bourbon and water mixture. "I know how you feel, 
darling. But it will be fun, visiting back and forth. I'd like to be 
fucked in your bed, by your husband, and you there with us."

"What about YOUR husband?" Jessica asked.

Glancing away and over at the couch where Chris Hartmann sat beside his 
lovely daughter, where Robbie pressed his thigh against the girl's from 
the other side, Lauralee said, "I only have an address for Marshall; we 
haven't been in touch for years. He sends the monthly checks, and 
sometimes makes arrangements to take Robbie on a short vacation 
somewhere, but that's all. I don't even know if he's remarried. But I 
have to admit that I've been thinking about him lately, wondering how 
it would have been between us, if I had been as passionate as I am now, 
if he had been a little more thoughtful and patient. But I guess it's 
all done."

Jessica rattled ice in her glass. "Too bad; we could have used another 
attractive man. Not that I'm dissatisfied with the screwing I'm getting 
from Robbie and Chris, but there are times when all us gals could have 
a prick where it would do us the most good, one on one--if we had 
another horny, understanding guy to ball with us."

On the couch, both men were caressing the slender body of the naked 
girl, cupping her small, tidy breasts and fondling Bettina's sleek 
thighs. The girl had her head back, and her arms relaxed at her sides, 
giving up her body to the adoration of her lovers, not participating, 
but simply accepting their worship. Bettina looked exceptionally 
beautiful like that, Lauralee thought.

And there was a quiet horniness about the man and boy who were about to 
make love to her, an ease and caring that showed in their movements. 
Lauralee watched the slow circles of their hands as they petted the 
girl's warm, silken body, seeing them take turns cupping the gorgeous 
little pussy they had so often shared before.

Now Chris was lowering his head, his red tongue flicking over his 
daughter's pertly modelled tit, laving its saucy nipple. Then Robbie 
joined his father-in-law, his face only inches away from the older 
man's as he licked Bettina's other breast. The girl began to squirm a 
bit, her trim hips shifting daintily from side to side upon the sofa 
cushions, the supple, babyish mounds of her ass lifting and falling as 
she pushed her downy snatch against her daddy's palm.

"They look so damned wonderful together," Jessica said, her bare knee 
brushing against Lauralee's thigh. "Sometimes I just enjoy sitting and 
watching like this. The first time I actually SAW my husband putting 
his cock to our daughter, I came about the same time they did, and 
without even fingering myself. It was so hot and wild and exciting."

Lauralee nodded, her eyes fixed upon the trio of lovers. "With me, it 
was thrilling to see my son fuck his new wife, to watch that hard young 
prick slide in and out of her adorable little cunt while she wiggled 
and hunched on it. After Bettina taught me to make love, that first 
time, she became MY daughter too. I imagine you think of Robbie as your 
son, too."

"I pretend," Jessica answered, "and he calls me Mom when we're 
fucking."

There on the couch Bettina was writhing lasciviously in the caresses of 
her father and husband. Chris had inserted a finger into the girl's 
mini-pussy, and she was humping upon it while both men sucked her tits 
and fondled her thighs, her hips and the cheeks of her ass. As Lauralee 
watched, Robbie let go of his wife's nipple and lifted his mouth higher 
to kiss her open lips. Now Bettina's arms moved, and she curled one of 
them about the boy's neck as she passionately met his tongue with her 
own. The other hand worked blindly down to clasp thin fingers around 
her daddy's veined and turgid shaft.

Jessica said softly, "There's not enough room on that couch. They'll 
soon be on the floor."

"What do you say we get down on the carpet, also?" Lauralee asked. "Not 
to join them, or hassle them in any way--just so we'll be closer and 
can see it all."

"Sure," the other woman agreed, and took Lauralee's hand.

Kneeling together, their thighs brushed, and Lauralee felt a quick, new 
tingle, skittering along her tensing skin. Bettina twisted gently free 
of the finger that had been embedded within her minute snatch, and 
moved to the center of the room. One by one her lovers followed, their 
stiff cocks waving out ahead of their bellies.

Bettina looked like a fairy-tale princess, golden and poised, utterly 
graceful in her polished nakedness. Even her gestures were imperious as 
she motioned to the men who were about to fuck her, either together or 
in turn.

"Daddy, lie down on your back and spread your legs, so your big prick 
stands up for me," Bettina commanded. "And Robbie--you like down next 
to him. It's my turn now, and I'll screw you the way I feel."

Wordlessly the guys obeyed her, and Lauralee stared in wide-eyed 
fascination as the two pricks rose into the air, her son's a slim and 
obviously rigid tool with a small pink bud, the man's much thicker and 
heavier, its swollen head dark and throbbing. both of them had little 
jewels of wet diamond lubricant glistening at their blunted tips.

Jessica murmured, "I wish that girl had a long line of hard cocks to 
ride. I'll bet she could make very one of them come, before she even 
considered moving on to the next one. Her little cunt is so tight and 
hot, so juicy, that nay guy who isn't used to it will go off before he 
takes more than a few strokes in her."

Bettina stood with her feet apart as she straddled her father's supine 
body. Chris fondled the girl's slim ankles as he stared up at the pussy 
he worshipped, that honey-blonde feathering of childlike pubic hair and 
the glossy labia. She smiled hotly down at her daddy, and lowered her 
body, crouching as her smooth knees unhinged to drop her astride him.

All eyes were upon the girl as she played her fingertips teasingly over 
her father's bulging cockhead, as she skipped them up and down the 
veining of his thick shaft. Bettina was concentrating upon that turgid 
prick and closing out everyone else, a junior goddess about to take the 
sacrifice due her.

Using both small hands to guide her father's glowing bulb up into the 
humid mounding of her girlish pussy, Bettina brought her crotch down, 
settling her tiny labia against it, rolling her neatly formed ass. 
Lauralee watched intently as the flanged cockhead pressed up into the 
pink cunt lips, spreading them and being forced into the slippery gash 
of the vagina itself. Slowly the thick meat penetrated and Bettina came 
down farther, until she had the entire club jammed into her narrow 
sheath, until the cheeks of her artistically sculptured ass were 
nestling against her daddy's pelvis.

"Sweet, Daddy prick," she whispered huskily. "Oh, what a nice Daddy 
prick--so hard and thick, so long. My little pussy has to stretch 
itself around your cock, Daddy darling. I love it so much."

"Baby," Chris said, "oh baby--"

Lauralee watched the girl rock tenderly upon the man's submerged shaft, 
and admired the deft suppleness of the slim body grinding so 
voluptuously. Robbie was eyeing them also, she noticed, the boy's face 
proud and his eyes shining. Lauralee put out her left hand and felt 
down into the lushness of Jessica's thighs to cup the luxuriously 
haired mound. In a moment, the other woman's hand came straying over to 
fondle Luaralee's vulva.

A few feet away Bettina gyrated faster upon her father's hard meat, 
panting and trembling. Lauralee saw that the girl meant to have him 
come, that she wouldn't leave his cock until it had spurted her tight 
little glove full of his sticky juices.

Jessica said, "She's fucking him all the way, this time. She wants 
Robbie to have a slippery cunt to screw; Robbie likes to get into a 
pussy that's just been flooded with come."

Bettina pumped harder, whipping her dainty ass back and forth, her 
hands flat against her father's heaving belly while the man clung to 
her opened thighs. "Come in me," she insisted. "Come inside my little 
cunt, Daddy--ahh, yes, yes! I can feel your cockhead jumping around--
oohh! Here it is, Daddy--here it comes, all your beautiful semen 
spitting up into my cunt!"

Chris's sack leaped and tightened itself to send a hissing stream of 
his vital fluids leaping high into his daughter's spasming womb. 
Lauralee saw the wrinkled bag folding in upon itself and envied the 
child who was receiving that milky fountain of semen. She felt along 
Jessica's labia, and slid one finger into the rich, hairy lips. Jessica 
responded in kind, working into Lauralee's clenching hole and pressing 
upward against the aroused clitoris.

The girl quivered in the rippling throes of her own climax, stiffening 
out as she came, her head thrown back and her tiny teeth biting down 
upon her lower lip. But Bettina didn't remain upon her father's prick 
for more than a second or two thereafter, twisting h er delicate ass as 
she lifted it, so that Chris's dribbling cockhead was snapped out into 
the air. Curiously, Luaralee watched the slow purling of the man's 
creamy fluid as it dripped down his pulsing rod.

"Here, baby," Bettina said, moving over to straddle her young husband. 
"Here's my pussy just the way you like it, darling--all gluey with my 
Daddy's come."

Maneuvering her finger gently inside Jessica's snatch, Lauralee eyed 
the new coupling as Bettina crammed the other cockhead up into her 
fiery little box and wriggled down upon its stiffness.

"Fuck me, Robbie!" the girl hissed. "Fuck me just like my Daddy did. 
Ahh, baby--feed that nice hard cock up into my greasy cunt and pump me, 
screw me unit you shoot off and mix your come with his."

"Hot and soupy," the boy panted. "Like I'm fucking a jar full of 
boiling oysters--lay it to me, Bettina. See if you can fuck my prick 
off at the roots."

Lauralee began to squirm upon the knowledgeable finger buried within 
her pussy, the feminine finger that was so deftly screwed and wisely 
diddling her clit. They leaned together, she and Jessica, Finger-
fucking each other while they stared at their children making it so 
wonderfully together.

Chris moved then, cupping one of his big hands over the churning cheeks 
of his daughter's trim ass, helping her to shove down harder with every 
stroke. And with each corkscrewing thrust she made Robbie's testicles 
bounced upward in a wetly sensuous rhythm

Jessica head turned her head and was now wiggling h er hot, wet tongue 
into Lauralee's ear, sending wildly exulting thrills spearing through 
her body. Hunching upon the woman's tickling finger, Lauralee worked 
her own finger deeper, twirling it against the swollen clit and feeling 
Jessica plunge madly at the tantalizing stimulation.

"Sweet little bitch," Robbie gasped. "Gorgeous little daddy-fucking 
bitch--you're chewing on my prick, grabbing it with your pussy muscles-
-ahhh, baby--baby--uh-uh-UHH!"

Her son was coming; his marvelous y oung shaft was flexing to send his 
semen boiling out of the cockhead trapped by slippery velvet, cascading 
upward to mix his come with that deposited there by his bride's horny 
father. And Bettina--spectacularly passionate Bettina was jerking 
insanely as she crested upon her second orgasm within a matter of a few 
hectic minutes. Her tapered thighs clenched Robbie, and she 
jackhammered her steamy crotch violently into his pelvis, reaching down 
to rake his churning belly with her nails.

Biting her lips, Lauralee felt her own snatch doing tricks upon the 
finger sliding around within it. She re-doubled her efforts to bring 
Jessica to a climax, tormenting the outsized clitoris until the other 
woman's soapy glove turned into a greedy cauldron, and Jessica 
shuddered to a gasping completion.

Only then did Luaralee come; she had struggled to hold back the 
rapture, so she could be a vicarious part of all the other orgasms. She 
had waited until her son and Bettina had made it, until Jessica and 
Chris had also reached those ignitable peaks of eroticism. Then she let 
go and the thunderous frenzy dissolved her very backbone.

Sighing in the tingling backwash, she clamped tightly upon Jessica's 
hand, holding it captive between her taut thighs and revelling in the 
tremulous finger pressure. It was so wonderful, holding the other close 
and massaging a melon breast, catching the exotic scent of feverishly 
damp flesh and the rising odors of both their inflamed snatches.

She looked with slightly glazed eyes to see Robbie and the girl glued 
together in motionless adoration, the man turned upon his side and 
rubbing his cockhead into the cleft of Bettina's fragile ass. Chris was 
the only one moving now; the rest of them were held in loving stasis.

Her voice low and whispery, Jessica said then, "He just can't help 
himself. Chris can fuck that girl over and over again, and be just as 
horny to get into her sweet little box the next time. If I hadn't made 
it with Robbie, if I had come up on them while they were fucking, I 
might have blown it all up. Then they would have run away together; I'm 
sure of it."

"But you didn't do anything so foolish," Lauralee said, slipping her 
finger from the oily grip of the woman's hairy mound. "You were very 
sensible about it all, and now your husband loves you more that ever. 
IT was different with me, but I could have very easily been stupid and 
I don't know what would have happened. As it is, we're all together, 
nobody angry and nobody jealous."

Jessica withdrew her own finger, and Luaralee's cunt felt lonely. The 
woman leaned forward, lifting her rounded knees and pressing her 
resilient, large tits against them. "I know; I keep reminding myself 
how fantastic this is, being able to fuck either of them, and making 
love with my daughter, with you, too."

Cradling Jessica close, Lauralee kissed her cheek. "We're all very 
fortunate people, darling. And it gets better all the time; every new 
blending is more exciting, more stimulating, so much so that I feel as 
if I'm going to explode and go whizzing off into far spaces. Even if I 
do, wouldn't that be a marvelous way to go?"

"Perfect," Jessica agreed. "And when the men get their strength back, 
let's try and make it happen."



Chapter 14


There was a warm buzz in Lauralee's head, and she pushed back her 
glass. Any more whiskey and she'd be smashed. She didn't want that; she 
wanted to be able to feel every new sensation, to experience all of 
them without any numbness of mind or body, to keep just this edge.

All the couch pillows were on the floor now, scattered about the carpet 
haphazardly, fallen wherever anyone had needed one for support or 
comfort. Lauralee shook her head, realizing what fanatically neat 
housekeeper she had once been, and knowing now that it had only been a 
cover-up for her loneliness, a justification of the uptight morals she 
had carried upon her back for too damned long.

If Marshall were to walk in, she thought, and grinned lopsidely, he 
wouldn't believe it. She'd always been after him to tidy up his messes, 
harassing the poor guy about beer cans and ashtrays. As if any of that 
had been important.

Her ex-husband would fall over if he could see the two deliciously 
naked women on the living room carpet now--the maturely rounded redhead 
with the big tits and the exceedingly hairy snatch; the tiny girl 
looking as if she had been lovingly polished from head to foot, every 
beguiling inch of that childlike body radiantly lovely. Would Marshall 
get a hard-on? Would he grunt as if he had been kicked in the balls, 
and run to call the cops?

Lauralee giggled; even her thought patterns had been changed. Hard-on 
and kicked in the balls hadn't been in her metaphorical file before.

Chris sat on the stool to her right, sipping a strong highball. On her 
left was Robbie, finishing off a soft drink. Both their cocks had 
sagged to limpness after their last furious screwing by Bettina, but 
Lauralee knew they'd grow again, renewing themselves in eager 
stiffness. She was more glad than ever that she was a woman, because 
once her pussy turned juicy, she could just keep on fucking unit she 
tired herself out. The poor men had to pump so much of their strength 
out with their ejaculations, and needed time to recover.

Bettina and her mother now--they were stroking each other's bodies, 
fondling breasts and sometimes lightly touching fingers into the mossy 
shapings of their mounds. Bettina didn't need time to get horny again; 
the kid stayed turned on, and Jessica was almost as passionate. They 
looked terrific together, mother and daughter, built differently, both 
of them highly attractive, but in varied ways. One of them was bubbling 
over with youthful vitality and the other simmered with mellowed 
passions.

Chris said then, "My wife is almost as eager as me to get into our 
kid's pussy. Some people may think that's pretty weird, but I like it 
to happen. I only wish we'd had a couple more daughters."

Lauralee stirred. "And a son?"

"Yeah," he answered, "so he could dick the hell out of his mom while 
I'm screwing his sisters. We could change around more, too. But Robbie 
here makes up for us not having a boy; he's our boy, as well as yours. 
It took guts for him to fuck Jessica that first time."

Robbie leaned around his mother and grinned at the man. "Not really; 
just balls. I wanted to see if she was a good lay, and I was hung up on 
trying some adult type pussy. Jessica was really ready for it, too."

"Because I was spending all my time sticking the cock to our kid," 
Chris said. "It sure as hell got better between me and my wife, after 
we both found out what the other was doing. Now look at her--loving up 
Bettina."

They fell silent then, watching the sensual tableau unfold as the girl 
and her mother were squirming together, rubbing their crotches 
hungrily, the nipples of their breasts kissing, then smuggling into the 
valleys between the soft globes. Lauralee inhaled a deep breath. Such a 
short time ago, she would have been terribly shocked by even thinking 
about such a scene, about two women making lesbian love. And it would 
have been more horrifying to her, knowing that they were mother and 
daughter.

Now it wasn't shocking or terrible; it was interesting and exciting, 
and she was happy for them, applauding their honesty and open desires. 
Sex ought to start in the family, she though; mothers should teach 
their sons how to fuck, and fathers should instruct their daughters in 
screwing. With love and care, the kids would reach adulthood without 
hang-ups. Then, when the kids married, they could bring their new mates 
home and introduce them sexually to their parents. Honeymoons would be 
a hell of a lot more thrilling, she thought.

On the floor, Bettina and Jessica were gracefully, sinuously, moving 
into the classic position two women use to make love to each other, 
their heads swinging down, and their legs moving up. Lauralee watched 
the blonde head and the piquant face slide down the woman's belly, the 
girl's quick red tongue darting over her mother's translucent skin.

Jessica's red hair trailed over her child's upthrust breasts as the 
woman worked her own damp pathway down a tremulous tummy. Then, with 
almost a savage intensity, both plunged their mouths into cunts, and 
wetly arousing sounds rose from between the thighs. They were lying 
side by side, each of them with a smooth leg lifted and the other leg 
outstretched.

Lauralee flinched when her son put a warm hand upon her bare shoulders. 
Robbie said quietly, "Maybe now is the time, Mom; you know--for us to 
do what you were talking about? Me slipping it into your ass, and Chris 
putting it to your pussy, making a sandwich out of you."

Her throat tightened, but she said, "All right. I--I'll go find some 
cold cream to grease you with. Give me just a second."

Quivering with anticipation, Lauralee hurried into their bedroom and 
found the jar on her dressing table. Whirling, her long legs flashing, 
she sped back to them and stood uncertainly, the jar of lubrication 
clenched tightly in one hand. She wondered just how they were going to 
go about it, what kind of position each of them would have to take. If 
things became too complicated, perhaps the fun would go out of it.

"Robbie?" she said helplessly, and her son came to take the cold cream 
jar from her hand.

As the boy smeared the white stuff copiously over the head of his 
rising prick, he said, "I guess it would work out better if Chris lies 
down, and you mount him. Then, once his cock is packed into your cunt, 
you can lean over on him and that'll open your ass to me. I can squeeze 
in between both your legs and be careful about how I feed my meat up 
you. And Mom--if it hurts, just let me know and I'll back right off, 
okay?"

Chris came close and ran his hands softly over her taut body. "It'll be 
all right, baby. You'll see. And I'm just as excited about it as you 
are. It's something new to me, too."

She knelt beside the broad and hairy man as he stretched out on the 
carpet and spread his legs wide. Chri's thick shaft was lifted 
powerfully, the heavy, flanged head throbbing and looking bigger than 
Lauralee remembered. She was just a little afraid that something might 
happen, that her vagina couldn't stretch far enough, with added 
pressure being put upon its delicate sheathing by another cock being 
shoved into her tube. But she meant to try it; oh yes, she was going to 
try, in spite of her fears.

Smiling, Chris Hartmann held up his hands to her, and she moved to 
straddle his body. He pussy was damp, turned oily inside and ready for 
the acceptance of his knob. She set her wet labia against his cockhead 
and slid down, gasping with pleasure as the sturdy meat pierced her 
cunt. There; his prick was firmly embedded within her feverish body, 
and she ground gently upon it before lying down upon Chris and boring 
her stiff nipples into the man's broad chest, scraping their sensitive 
points across the curly hair there.

"You're hotter than ever," Chris said. "This sweet pussy is jumping all 
over the place and boiling around my prick."

Lauralee squirmed gently upon the embedded shaft. "I--I'm just so 
excited," she answered, and felt the cheeks of her ass flexing 
wantonly.

And behind her, Robbie began to fondle her hips, stroking his hands 
down the insides of her thighs, touching the far end of her labia where 
it was stretched around the heavy root of Chris's cock. Maybe he 
touched the man's meat, too, she thought, and shivered deliciously. 
Then she knew the slippery caress of her son's finger as it smeared 
lubrication into the puckered ring of her asshole.

"Just like before, Mom," he said. "Take it easy and don't tighten up. I 
think we're going to make it just fine. I've got room enough to get to 
you, and wow--but your beautiful ass sure looks good to me."

Chris stirred restlessly beneath her heated body. "Hurry up and stick 
it to your mother, kid. Her cunt is playing games around my meat 
already."

Lauralee held herself very still, forcing her muscles to relax so that 
her anus would remain loose. Nuzzling her face into the side of Chris's 
corded throat, she welcomed the initial kiss of her son's cockhead. The 
boy was holding her buttocks apart as he steered the rounded tip of his 
swollen glans, that liberally greased young bud, against he rubbery 
little opening.

The ring gave imperceptibly, spreading itself very slowly, and Robbie 
was careful, gentle as he worked the spongy bulb into her body, into 
that special opening of her tender flesh. She knew the deep, pulsating 
thrill of it sliding up into a tube that was tighter than ever before 
because of the pressure from below, the distension of another hard 
prick buried within her vagina.

An inch of boyish meat was manipulated into her anus, and a little 
more; expanding slightly and without pain, h er hole gave, and Robbie's 
cockhead slipped into its tight, slippery grip. Lauralee gasped in 
sublime shock when the rest of her son's stiffly throbbing shaft eased 
full-length into her narrow hose. She felt a new, excitingly strange 
combination of pressures, a mixture of fullness below and above as the 
two marvelous pricks practically met within the secret confines of her 
flesh, separated only by a thin membrane.

"Ahh," she moaned, "ahh, yes, my darlings, my pair of wonderful lovers, 
my two beautifully hard pricks--this is fantastic! It's so--so--" and 
words failed Lauralee in the sweet and hungry violence of such 
powerfully unleashed emotion.

Below her, Chris moved experimentally, and when Robbie tried a 
tentative stroke, their rhythm was jerky, uncertain.

"No," Lauralee said. "Let me do it all. Just lie still, Chris; and 
Robbie darling--you keep your cock buried in your Mom's ass, without 
even wiggling."

She had to improvise a new motion, a lifting, squirming and slow thrust 
that caused her flesh to glide back and forth upon both their embedded 
cocks.

She was slippery within, her pussy filled with lubricating jelly and 
her ass greased by the cream her son had used so copiously upon his 
lovely, swollen knob. Every small movement was doubly intensified, and 
her clitoris began to leap, sending hot thrills darting through her 
hunching, grinding body.

Chris's hands were turned palm up, to basket her tits; Robbie held to 
the cheeks of her ass, to keep himself in balance. As she eased 
backward, she could feel the joining of their sacks, the young, downy 
container resting upon the more bulging, hairier scrotum below. There 
must be a special arousal in that, for both of them, she thought.

It was impossible to heave herself madly around, even though it was 
what she wanted to do. A sudden twitch too far, and one or the other of 
those exquisitely shaped pricks would slip from its hotly adoring hole 
and be lost to her, at least until it was fumbled back into its juicy 
nest.

So Lauralee fucked carefully, in slow, exceedingly sensuous grindings 
that barely moved the ballooned glans within her snatch and up her ass. 
But she was turning them on more and more; the man's hands trembled 
upon her breasts, and the boy's fingers dug into the silken mounding of 
her buttocks. She could hear the ragged gasping of their breaths, and 
feel the quick shudders begin to wrack their tensed bodies.

For herself, she had never know such filling, this fabulous packing of 
her most intimate openings, this dedicated and bewitched love.

Before Lauralee realized what was happening, she came. She crested with 
a convulsive and honeyed beauty that seemed to spray meteors inside her 
vagina, sparkling bits of liquid flame that found a secret entrance to 
her asshole, and seared there, also.

They held to her, stayed hard inside her, but without trying to work 
themselves. Her mind spinning, Lauralee knew what a strain it must be 
on them, and struggled to be as lascivious, as devouring, as she 
possibly could. She used her double entrances in grinding wiggles, with 
spasmodic humps, feeling their combined balls lurching in echo.

"Uhhh!" her son grunted, and held more tightly to her gently churning 
ass.

Chris muttered deep in his throat, and the man's chest lifted with a 
reflexive raising of his crotch.

They were about to come; they were very close to ejaculating, and 
Lauralee hurried to help them, to join them in what had to be one of 
the most glorious sexual explosions of all times. Her clit thrummed, 
and she caught her breath, holding it when she felt the gush of her 
son's semen as it boiled foaming into the snug constriction of her 
bowels.

A split second later, Chris's's cockhead leaped and his entire club 
seemed to expand as the sizzling fury came roaring up from his 
testicles to spew like heated starch throughout her vagina.

Lauralee luxuriated in the loving torrents, in the spitting come, 
rolling her ass, her crotch swinging in wider arcs. And she clawed for 
her second orgasm, gritting her teeth in the tumult of a majestic 
coming.

There was an eternity passing then, a motionless, sun-blazed 
timelessness when their triangle melted one side into the other, and 
they were not three separate individuals, but a single entity, fused 
and welded and soldered. Lauralee was dazzled by a thousand upheavals, 
as if miniature volcanoes were continually erupting inside her flesh, 
but their lava as only tenderly searing.

Slowly, she became aware that other hands were passing over her skin, 
soft, feminine hands that were caressing her in wonder. She lifted her 
head from the hollow of Chris's throat, and saw the others--Jessica at 
her right, Bettina at her left side. They stroked her, and fondled the 
crotches of the men, cupping Robbie's scrotum, probing a dainty finger 
where Chris's meat was joined to the lips of Lauralee's pussy.

"Oh wow," the girl said in awe, "you really gave them a fucking. I wish 
my ass was big enough to take a cock that way."

And Jessica murmured, "Mine is, and it will. I just wish these guys had 
more pricks to use on us."

With care, Robbie started to back out of her anus, and Lauralee felt he 
son's weakness, the uncertainty of his legs. She knew he was spent by 
the force of his orgasm.

She moved back and down, when his meat was gone from her tube, sliding 
her breasts down the man's heaving chest until h is cockhead left her 
snatch and instead trailed a sticky glob of semen between their 
bellies. Lauralee rolled over then, to lie between her son and this 
passionate husband of another woman, this horny daddy of the girl who 
was staring at them all.

Lauralee felt bigger than life.



Chapter 15


They were gone--Chris and Jessica returning to their home, and taking 
their daughter with them temporarily, so Bettina could gather up her 
things. Of course she was going to move in with Lauralee and Robbie, 
but there would be much staying over at each family's home, for days 
and nights at a time, Lauralee knew.

In fact, the other couple would return before long; there were certain 
arrangements they had to make locking up their house, making business 
calls and the like. Lauralee was glad of some time for herself, for the 
chance to get things cleaned up and meals planned. And, she was happy 
to have an hour or so alone with her son.

He was in the shower now, using her bathroom instead of the other one, 
wanting to stay near her and share the things that had been her private 
domain, and Lauralee was glad for that. She knew a certain lassitude in 
her limbs, a good kind of tiredness that felt warm within her belly.

The kitchen was clean and the living room tidy, although not with the 
fantastic, dustproof cleanliness that had driven her before. Her own 
body had been freshened, her hair washed and fluffed with the dryer, 
and she lay relaxed upon her king-size bed clad in a pale pink negligee 
that caressed her skin with beguilingly sensuous draperies. Looking up 
at the ceiling, Lauralee smiled to herself. She felt so--so worldly 
now, experienced and adept at anything sexual, sure of her sensuous 
appeal and the power of her freed body.

But despite all her newfound confidence, Lauralee found herself 
thinking of her husband. It was strange that Marshall should come so 
often to her mind, that the memory of him and the unhappy times they 
shared would occupy so much of her thoughts. Sex had never been good 
with him, never exciting and stimulating only a distasteful duty to be 
suffered.

Even now it might be no different, she realized. Liberated as she was, 
there could still be a barrier of habit and dislike between them that 
no amount of habit and dislike between them that no amount of frenzy 
and pumped-up desire could eliminate. But--and Lauralee turned 
restlessly upon the bed--but something kept nagging at the back of her 
mind, an insistence that she had been at fault all throughout the 
marriage, and that Marshall at least deserved a chance.

Would he pay any attention to a call from her? She wasn't even sure the 
phone number she had was still good. The, what would she say to this 
man she hadn't seen for so long--Marshall, darling, please hurry on 
over, because I want to see if we can really fuck the way we should 
have been fucking, from our wedding night on?

Her eyes opened as her son, THEIR son, came glowing from the shower, 
walking slim and proud in his arrogant sensuality, his beautiful penis 
swinging softly between slender thighs. It was shrivelled now, but 
Lauralee knew that a mere touch could bring that glorious young meat 
springing erect again.

Inside her head, she addressed her husband again: you see, Marshall, 
I've learned how to screw by balling our son. Oh yes; I've fucked him 
in every way possible, and what do you think of that?

"Mom," Robbie said, sitting naked upon the side of the bed, "you look 
terrific, all sultry and kind of smooth. You also look thoughtful. Not 
worried about anything, are you?"

Lauralee put one hand lightly upon her son's bare thigh. "Darling, you 
don't know exactly where your father is, do you?

He glanced away. "Yeah, I do. I--I've been keeping in touch with him. 
Dad is still in town, and before you ask--he hasn't married again."

She stroked his thigh, her fingertips barely touching the marvelous 
softness of his pubic hair, so brown and curly. "How'd you know I was 
going to ask you that?"

Robbie turned slightly toward her. "I guess we've both been thinking 
about him a lot--and maybe worrying a little bit."

"Because of you and me," Luaralee said, and now her fingers wondered 
over the yielding softness of her son's flaccid prick. When he was so 
close, she couldn't help touching him there, could not resist fondling 
the adorable boyish cock that meant so very much to her. "I know, dear. 
It all depends upon how he takes it, learning about our fucking. But he 
can't really complain, since I'm not his wife anymore."

His shaft began to stretch, lengthening and growing rounder, the lovely 
dark pink head spreading like a meaty blossom. Robbie said, "I guess 
you want him back with us, as much as I do. So we're just going to have 
to take the chance that Dad won't freak out about his kid fucking his 
wife--his ex-wife."

Lauralee caressed the expanding meat, realizing that she would never 
get enough of its sweet hardness and eager beauty, that screwing her 
own son meant more to her than fucking anyone else, in whatever wildly 
stimulating combination. If Marshall couldn't accept that fact, then 
her former husband would have to return to the limbo where their 
divorce had relegated him. And that would be too bad; she was really 
interested in him now.

As she had always been, she admitted. There had been something every 
good between them, at the beginning, before sex had turned them against 
each other. Marshall had tried so hard, but perhaps he had also been 
uptight in his own way, too brutish and demanding for the frightened 
girl she had been then. For years now, Lauralee had accepted his going, 
even though she had been so damned lonely. So, if Marshall Jergens was 
shown how much she had changed, and given the opportunity was shown how 
much she had changed, and given the opportunity to taste her new, fiery 
flavors, and STILL turned them down because of his shock or disgust, 
then the fault would no longer be hers. She would never stop fucking 
Robbie--never.

"All right, baby," she murmured. "You can contact your father. But 
later; after you and I have had ourselves a long, easy fuck, just the 
two of us."

Tilting her head, Lauralee rubbed her cheek into the boy's crotch, 
feeling his pubic hair against her face, knowing the rigid erectness of 
his enticing shaft that seemed to be covered with the smoothest velvet. 
Unfurling her tongue, she drew it around the stem of Robbie's cock, 
then worked it lingeringly upward along the veined staff, finally to 
bathe the throbbing cockhead.

Just before closing her lips over the pulsing knob, she whispered, "Oh, 
how I love your prick, darling. It's the sweetest, loveliest cock in 
the entire world."

Stroking her hair, he murmured down to her: "And I dig having you eat 
it, Mom. But please don't make me come. Just roll my cockhead around in 
your hot mouth for a little while. I don't want to blow off down your 
throat right now. I'd rather fuck you, get back into your deep, rich 
pussy."

So Lauralee only curled her tongue a few times around that succulent 
bulb, only dipped her inner cheeks around it a bit, and drew it back to 
the satin cupping of her throat. Then she reluctantly let it go.

Urging her over onto her back, Robbie ran his hands warmly over her 
taut body, reassuring himself that her breasts were as firm and 
upthrusting as he'd learned them earlier, re-exploring the thick hair 
of her mound and gently touching the soft cunt lips that quivered 
beneath the mossy covering. He fondled the marble columns of her lean 
thighs, and passed one fingertip tenderly over the flinching knot of 
her anus.

She was rocking, palpitating, as eager as if this wonderful boy had 
never touched her before, as if this was the very first time she would 
know the hard, hungry thrusting of his young prick. Lauralee's pussy 
was wetting itself, getting ready for the meaty insertion, turning 
slippery and hot inside. He son groaned, and was suddenly between her 
spread thighs, hurrying the shove of his glans.

The exquisite cockhead popped into her cunt lips, popped on through the 
outer and inner labia to reach with a single, strong thrust up into the 
oiled sheath of her vagina. His hard prick nestled there within h is 
mother's loving pussy, and Luaralee clenched it, nudging the tip of the 
knob witht he spongy shaping of her womb, feeling her pelvis tight 
against his, feeling the pliable sack of his testicles covering the 
cleft of her uplifted ass.

Slow and easy she thought ecstatically, gently and with wonder, and 
Lauralee rode that magnificently stiff meat with grinding twists that 
were hesitant and tender. "It--it's always fabulous," she panted. 
"Always the very best, my darling--my beautiful, stiff-cocked son. Fuck 
me lovingly, Robbie--fuck your mother deep and slow."

"Oh Mom, Mom--your pussy is the hottest, the richest--it's so juicy and 
wiggly, and the way your roll it around on my prick drives me crazy. Oh 
wow, wow! Daddy never had it this good from you, or he'd never have 
left us. You lay this crazy cunt on him just the way you're screwing 
me, and he'll never split again."

In a spreading, glowing rapture, she squirmed upon the deeply pistoning 
length of her boy's slender rod, and found herself thinking how 
Marshall's bigger, thicker shaft would feel inside her snatch. With a 
flash of insight she also realized how much Robbie wanted his mother 
and father to make it, how he craved to pump his hard cock into the 
same blazing cunt his daddy was fucking. It would make their screwing 
even better for the boy-- and probably for her, also. Wrapping her 
long, supple legs around the small of his back, Lauralee picked up the 
beat of their screwing.

"Then pound your cock to me, baby!" she commanded. "Come in your 
mommy's pussy and go get your father. You can fuck me right after he 
does; you can slide your prick in on top of the big puddle of come your 
daddy will pump into my cunt, and mix your semen with his. That's what 
you really want, isn't it darling? You want to fuck the same pussy, to 
show your daddy that I love your cock as much as his."

"Y-yes!" Robbie grunted, slamming his rigid meat home now with savage 
strokes. "Oh yes, Mom! I want us both to fuck you and eat you, and you 
to go down on both our dripping pricks. I want to shove it up your 
tight ass while Daddy gets it into your cunt, the way we balled with 
Chris--uuhh! Mother--Mommy--you hot-assed bitch, you beautiful, horny 
cunt--her it COMES!"

His ejaculation geysered high into the shivering glove of her flexing 
vagina, the bubbling juice flying about her vaginal walls and 
inundating her cervix with greasy little oyster. Lauralee shuddered in 
her own frantic completion, her cunt seething and her crotch turned 
into a greedy basket of hair and flesh and fluid.

They gasped together, and her lean legs passed slowly down along her 
son's tensed thighs. For a long, throbbing moment, she cuddled him, 
crushing her aching tits against his hairless chest and running her hot 
tongue into the boy's ear. Forcing herself then, Lauralee struggled 
away from him, using the recently learned flip of her pelvis that 
snapped his dripping cockhead from the steamy confines of her flooded 
box.

Robbie rolled off her trembling body, and came wobbling to his knees. 
She stared at her greatest lover and tried to get herself together, to 
send him on the errand that would make a big change in their lives, one 
way or another. The change might not be for the better.

But the boy moved crab-like up the bed and took her head in his hands, 
poking the leaking head of his prick at her face. "Suck it off," he 
said softly, "clean off my prick with your tongue, because I know you 
want to."

She did want to; Lauralee always hated to see a single precious drop of 
that enchanted fluid go to waste outside her body. Greedily, she 
wrapped her mouth around that oozing knob and sucked avidly upon it, 
draining the final vestiges of semen from it's hidden little tube.

Sighing then, he sank back and swung his legs off the bed. Looking back 
over his shoulder at her, Robbie said, "I'll take the car and see if I 
can talk him into coming back with me, even if I have to lie like hell 
to him. How are you going to handle him, Mom?"

Lauralee shook her head. "I just don't know; not yet. When I see him, 
I'll just have to sort of play it by ear. He might not want me, and I"m 
not certain about how to prepare him about us, about you and me and 
Bettina; and the others, too. I was a virgin until I married your 
father, and you were the first other man I ever fucked. He--well; 
something will happen."

Nodding, the boy stood up. "I'll warn off the others, for a little 
while; then I have an idea for Daddy."

Moving swiftly, he scooped up jeans and teeshirt and was gone from her 
room, from the bedroom she had shared with his father only, before she 
started fucking other men and women. Lauralee lay there until she heard 
the car motor in the driveway, then made herself up and go into the 
bathroom.

Her hands shook as she did unnecessary thing to her hair, as she 
touched her armpits and the valley between her breasts with fresh 
perfume. She felt uneasy and excited, as she once had felt when 
readying herself for a date with her major boyfriend--the man she'd 
married. Would Marshall have put on weight, had his hair thinned a 
little? More important, what would he think of her?

Other men could be maddened by her pliant, amorous body; women were 
also turned on by her high, nicely firm breasts and sleek legs; both 
sexes adored the fluid surgings of her luxurious pussy and the things 
she had learned to do with her mouth and tongue. But just knowing that 
she had succumbed to being fucked by Robbie and Chris, that she had 
shared her love with Bettina and Jessica, might very well turn Marshall 
off, for keeps.

Lauralee sighed and smoothed the semi-transparent hangings of her 
negligee. If it did, then she had lost no more than was already missing 
from her life, and she could mark 'closed' the file of her marriage 
forever. After a final check of her face in the mirror, she slid her 
feet into furry scuffs and went into the living room, deciding against 
donning a robe. Marshall might just as well get a good look at her as 
she truly was, a woman unashamed of her own body and reasonably sure of 
its powers.



Chapter 16


 She fretted through a cup of coffee that cloyed the top of her mouth, 
rinsed the cup and put it away. Then Lauralee said the hell with it and 
poured herself a drink. Out at parties with her husband, she had 
managed to nurse a weak drink most of the evening, and only took two, 
at most. Now she didn't mind a jolt or three, to loosen things up; 
another surprise for Marshall.

Oh lord, she thought; what a miserable, uptight woman she had been, 
clicking off all her little pat answers as to what was right and what 
was grievously wrong, and never imagining that she could be mistaken in 
anything. It was a wonder that Marshall put up with her for so long. He 
must have loved her.

Lauralee had another drink, sipping it slower this time, and wandered 
about the room, at last slipping one of Robbie's soft rock tapes into 
the deck. The primitive beat echoed a throbbing within her body, and 
she felt an anticipatory tingling, the rising of her nipples against 
the delicate, whispery material of her gown.

Marshall wouldn't refuse her; she would damned well see to that much. 
She would show him what a tempestuous, volatile woman she had become, 
demonstrate all her newly acquired skills in ways he couldn't resist. 
Then, after she had fucked him down to a limp nub, after she had 
drained the semen from his balls in the furious wildness she was now 
capable of, then if he was able to walk out on her he didn't deserve 
all she could give him, and the hell with him.

Swaying to the music, rocking her svelte hips from side to side, 
Lauralee dampened her lush lips with a pink tongue and waited.

When she heard a rattle at the front door Lauralee flinched and quickly 
finished her drink. A pulse hammered in her throat and she felt her 
tummy jumping. With an effort, she made herself be calm, even though 
she knew she didn't have any idea what she was going to say to 
Marshall. Maybe he hadn't been home; maybe Robbie couldn't find him.

But suddenly there he was, standing uncertainly in the entrance to the 
living room where he'd once watched ball games on TV and napped after a 
hard day. Lauralee's breath hung in her throat; he hadn't changed at 
all. He was still tall and wide at the shoulders, and Marshall hadn't 
put on a belly, didn't seem an ounce beyond his usual two hundred 
pounds. His hair was still light brown and unruly, and his hazel eyes 
were nervous.

Why, she thought, he's as scared as I am, and stood up to move 
undulating toward him, holding out her hand. "Hello, Marshall. It's so 
good to see you."

Behind his father, Robbie murmured about having to go down the street. 
He winked at her before slipping away to leave them alone, and there 
was a world of meaning in the gesture.

"Lauralee," Marshall said in his deep voice. "I didn't expect--and when 
Robbie said you insisted on seeing me--"

Warm and strong, his hand closed over her own, and Lauralee clung to 
it. "I wanted you to see ME," she said. "I've changed, Marshall."

His eyes swept over her long body, taking in the diapbanous negligee 
and the way it clung to the molding of her breasts, how it snuggled to 
her hips and dipped in beguilingly at her crotch.

"Yeah," he said. "You look different, somehow."

She led him to the bar and brushed her hip against his thigh when she 
went around to pour him a drink. "Do I look sexy?"

He nodded, then frowned. "But you always did. It was like icing on a 
cake, but empty inside; no goodies beyond the froth."

Lauralee leaned over the bar top and the gown fell apart to give him a 
good look at her breasts. "I didn't know, Marshall. Now I do. Here's to 
knowing."

Drinking hurriedly, he said, "I don't know what the hell this is all 
about, why you're coming on like this, and--"

She tossed down her own bourbon and slid back around the bar. Whipping 
off the filmy negligee, she stood with her legs apart and her arms out 
from her sides. "This," she said throatily. "This is what it's all 
about, Marshall--me. You AND me. Look at me; I'm aching for you; my 
nipples are so stiff they hurt, and my pussy is wiggling inside. I want 
to fuck you, Marshall--right now."

Stunned, he could only stare in disbelief at her transition, at the 
words she used, at the nakedness she had always kept hidden from him 
before. Lauralee moved to him and picked up his hands to cup them 
against her tits, holding them in place while her belly rolled 
suggestively and her mouth reached for his.

She pried apart his lips with her tongue, and ran it far into his 
mouth, sliding it over his own and clashing her teeth against his, 
mixing her excited breath with his gasp of shock. His hands tightened 
upon her breasts, and Lauralee ground her hairy snatch into him with 
savage, hungry arcs.

Hotly searing flames leaped within her, and she tugged at the man, 
yanked him from the barstool and dragged him to the center of the room, 
her hands ripping at his slacks. Marshall couldn't get himself 
together, but when she pushed him to the carpet and stripped away his 
pants, his shorts, her ex-husband's prick leaped out strong and thick, 
the rosy head glowing and blue veins bulging along the swollen staff.

"It's a perfectly beautiful cock," she breathed. "I never knew how 
lovely it was, how powerful and big."

"L-lauralee--"

She didn't even let him get his shirt off. Fiercely, she pried his legs 
apart and kneeled between his hairy thighs to bite his belly. Marshall 
twisted in surprise, and she took a good grip upon the base of his 
rigid shaft, plunging her mouth over the distended cockhead, sucking it 
along her flicking, coiling tongue, pulling it back to caress the 
velvet chalice of her throat.

Lavishly, she fondled that pulsing knob, bobbing her head up and down 
in a steady, lascivious rhythm. She felt this new-old prick responding, 
this wonderful hard meat she had never before tasted. For a shivering 
moment, Lauralee considered blowing him all the way, eager to know the 
spurting cascade of his semen in her throat. But she wanted to be 
screwed more. There would be time later to give Marshall all the hotly 
siphoning head he might crave. Lifting her mouth from around his 
slippery rod, she crawled astride his body, coming up on her knees and 
clinging to his pole.

"Now," she panted, "now I'm going to show you how I can fuck, baby. I'm 
guiding this big, sweet cockhead up into my cunt lips, into these hot 
lips that are wet and slidy for it."

Pushing the bulb into her labia, Lauralee gyrated sensuously, forcing 
her weight down upon it and knowing the sensation of the sponge-hard 
glans moving into her opening. It was familiar in shape and texture, 
but different now, strange and exciting because she wanted it, WANTED 
it.

"So hard," she moaned, "so good, baby." His upright cock slipped on up 
into the greasy clenching of her aroused vagina, and the satin glove 
caressed it, drew it full length, until her crotch came down upon his 
pelvis and it was buried to the stem.

Rotating her ass, churning her belly, Lauralee whirled upon the 
embedded meat, forcing the ballooned knob around inside her pussy, 
grinding the thick trunk against her inflamed clitoris and pumping, 
pumping. Marshall was gasping, and his hands fumbled out to find and 
hold onto the swinging cheeks of her trim ass. He was thrusting back, 
lifting it up into her, meeting her driving strokes with his own and 
being screwed as she had never laid it to him before in all their 
married life.

But before he could get too turned on, she pulled at his hips and made 
him roll over on top of her. Now, she thought dizzily, now it feels 
deeper and longer, and it's possible to get legs around him. Long and 
sleek, smooth and lean, her legs made a net over his heaving body, and 
Lauralee tilted them up as she went back upon her shoulders.

"Fuck me, fuck!" she chanted, trying to squeeze him ever deeper into 
the seething cauldron of her snatch. "Jam that meat hard into my pussy, 
darling--harder--harder! Ah, that's the way!"

Seesawing up and down, swivelling her hips and banging her greedy 
pelvis into his, Lauralee screwed her lover furiously, demandingly, 
wringing her juicy snatch around his pistoning club and humping him 
with animal hunger.

"Lauralee!" he grunted. "Oh baby--never before--ahh, I can't hold it 
back--your pussy is too hot and slippery, too damned good--all soft and 
gripping--uh-uh-uh! Coming, baby--I'm coming!!"

"Squirt your hot come into me!" she hissed, raking her clawed fingers 
into the cheeks of his ass and biting into the base of his throat. "I 
want to feel your semen, lover--oohh! Yes, yes, that's it--all bubbling 
and frothy, all thick and creamy--ooh! You're doing it, darling; you're 
pumping me full of your wonderful come and making me come, TOOO!"

His cockhead continued to flex convulsively as spate after spate of 
boiling liquid rinsed down her twitching vaginal walls and drenched her 
womb. Lauralee could feel his balls leaping into the cleft of her ass 
and hear his breath sobbing, feel his chest lurching. His ecstasy was 
her own, and she squirmed wantonly, voluptuously upon his spitting 
prick.

When Marshall sagged, all his power momentarily gone from his body and 
his cock stilled while the syrupy milk bathed it inside her caressing 
snatch, she cradled him in her arms and crooned wordless love sounds 
into his ear, punctuating them with dartings of her tongue.

An eternity later, Marshall sighed and said, "Oh damn; that was the 
finest piece of ass I ever had. It was something I always wanted from 
you, Lauralee--that fire and fury, to go with your gorgeous body. But I 
never thought it would happen, baby. What--how the HELL did you manage 
to change so damned quick, and so completely?"

Lauralee hesitated, grinding slowly upon his still-hard shaft, 
relishing the greasy, slippery feel of it. She had practically raped 
this man she used to be married to, hammered him and screwed him with 
feral savagery, and Marshall had adored it. Should she tell him now, 
describe what had happened to her through Bettina and that X-rated 
motel, the wanton scenes with their own son?

Later, she decided, and backed off his throbbing club, kissing his 
chest and licking hotly at each of his nubby nipples, biting gently at 
his hairy belly and sliding down, ever downward. There it was, sturdily 
upright against her throat, and Lauralee rubbed her cheek against the 
distended meat, exulting in the soapy residue that was still dripping 
from Marshall's cockhead.

Nibbling at the stem of his rod, she licked around into the wet hairs, 
and tenderly drew his balls into her mouth, tugging upon them as she 
bathed them with her actively seeking tongue. He flinched and 
shuddered, and she began to lick a tingling path up the length of his 
prick, tormenting the underside of the foamy glans with the tip of her 
tongue.

"Now," she breathed, "now I'll eat you, darling. It's something we've 
never done before, and we're long overdue for this. Umm--your cock 
really looks delicious."

His voice flowed down upon her. "Lauralee, are you sure--"

Then she gulped at his turgid cockhead, pulling it between her eager 
lips to cram her tongue tip into the sticky slot. She knew how to do 
this, and do it well; her son and Chris called her a natural-born cock-
sucker, and she loved to perform the act, to know the private flavors, 
to feel a man writhing and heaving as she brought him wildly to a 
tremendous orgasm.

Concentrating upon Marshall's pulsing meat, she went to work, bumping 
the blunt glans tip into the ultra-softness of her throat, fondling the 
shaft with cheeks that dipped in and out, and always, always, her 
trained and highly educated tongue was busy.

His hands pawed down and tangled themselves in her hair. Lauralee 
moaned around his knob, picking up the rhythm through the bobbing of 
her head and quicker stimulation of her tongue. She sucked and 
released, tantalized and promised, her fingers deftly adding more 
arousal through caresses of his balls and the stem of his slowly 
churning shaft.

"Ahh, baby!" he gasped. "Oh Lauralee--I can't believe you're--ahh! Your 
tongue is driving me out of my head--darling, darling--quick! I have to 
pull out, or I'll let go into your mouth."

When Marshall tried to yank away his throbbing prick, she fought to 
keep it, to hold it prisoner, clinging to his balls and gobbling 
furiously, even ringing his club with her teeth in warning. Marshall 
was so new at this that he didn't realize she WANTED his semen to 
explode in her mouth and slide down her avid throat.

Jerking and wiggling, her ex-husband tugged at her hair, but the 
pressure building to a frenzy within his testicles was too much for 
him. Lauralee felt the thunderous release of his come as his cockhead 
went off like a blasting cap. His semen ricocheted within her siphoning 
mouth, splattering into her throat and drenching her tongue, so that 
she had to swallow time and again, in order to catch her breath.

Perfect; it had been a magnificent climax for him, she knew; he was 
still drawn taut in a form of exquisite torture, his body arched and 
straining. Even Marshall's skin seemed to be twanging, and Lauralee 
continued to draw upon his oozing glans, to lap for a final sweet 
droplet of slippery juice. She held to his prick for a long time, 
adoring it gently, tenderly, until the last waves of his orgasm 
subsided and the man fell back, panting.

Marshall's overworked prick was already turning soft as she allowed the 
knob to slide from her lips with a final kiss. She craved to do so much 
more to him, go all over every quivering inch of his body, fuck him 
from every angle, draw his head between her own thighs and feed him the 
flowing honey of her cunt. But the poor man was all pooped out, at 
least for the moment, shaken and surfeited by more aggressive sex that 
she'd ever shown him before, possibly more than he'd ever experienced 
from any other woman.

Lauralee smiled her way back up his supine body, lingering to nuzzle 
his chest hair, pausing to tease each nipple with her teeth before 
progressing to his mouth. Forcing her tongue between his lips, she 
allowed Marshall to learn the flavors of his own semen.

"I missed having your sweet prick," she murmured. "I just didn't know 
how much, because I was so damned dumb, Marshall. But no more; no more. 
We'll do it all, darling; I'll make up for all the pain I caused you, 
all the frustration."

When she slid away from him and climbed to her feet, he blinked up at 
her, his eyes still a bit out of focus. "I still don't understand how 
or why you got turned on," he said as she sway-hipped to the bar to 
pour them more drinks. "But whatever--or whoever--did this to you, I'll 
be eternally grateful."

"Good," she said. "I feel the same way, but I wasn't so sure about your 
reaction. You won't be jealous, or shocked, or disgusted, if I tell 
you?"

Marshall sat up, his sated prick dropping to one side. "Well, I flgure 
you found some guy who taught you how to ball, really ball. I guess I 
ought to be jealous of him, because I never could find the right 
buttons to push."

Lauralee tilted the bottle of bourbon over their glasses and hesitated, 
frowning down at the amber liquid. Marshall had his own ethics, of 
course, his own brand of morality; would knowing that Robbie was the 
male who got her going upset him too much? It was possible; a couple of 
quick and passionate fuckings might not change that. Her frown 
deepened, because now that she had Marshall back she certainly didn't 
want to lose him again. There was so much she could share with him.

A shadow moved in the hallway and she glanced at it, to see Robbie 
hiding there and beckoning to her. Composing her face, she passed the 
whiskey to Marshall just as he struggled erect. "Be back in a moment," 
she said. "Little girl's room."

Catching Robbie at her own bedroom door, she hissed at him. "I don't 
think your father is ready to learn who--"

The boy cupped her tits. "Wow; what a fucking you gave Dad. He was 
really shaken up."

"Robbie--"

He cut in on her. "I've got the others tucked into my bedroom; brought 
them through the garage, just in case. I figure we ought to turn 
Bettina and Jessica loose on him, too--with you, of course. You three 
hot cunts should be able to change his mind about anything. He'll need 
to catch his breath some, but after that--"

She kissed her son on the mouth. "You're right, darling. Especially 
when your father discovers he's been fucking his own daughter-in-law in 
the orgy. Marshall won't have a comeback then; he'll HAVE to accept the 
fact that you and I are fucking. Wait until I feed him some more booze, 
and titillate him a bit, then send them in to us."

Smiling, she went to pee and hurried back to where her former husband 
was sitting slumped on a barstool. He brightened and straightened up 
when he saw her still nude, and rolling her sleek hips suggestively. 
"Thought maybe I'd been dreaming," Marshall said, "but I see you're for 
real."

She poured him another drink and saluted him. "More than you know, 
darling."



Chapter 17


When the other two women came gliding down the hall, Marshall was high 
on bourbon, but drunker on sex and the renewing of his love. And by 
teasing and caressing him, Lauralee had managed to bring his cock to a 
semi-hardess once more, realizing where Robbie had inherited his 
staying power. For his age, Marshall was going to be one hell of a fine 
lover, able to screw often and for extended periods of time.

She had him on the couch, toying with his prick, and felt him jump when 
his eyes fell upon the strange women who were suddenly standing before 
him, naked and beautiful, their breasts high and proud, their hips 
undulating.

"W-what the hell--"

Lauralee steadied him, stroked his thighs and belly. "Don't get 
nervous, darling. Aren't they lovely? The girl is Bettina, and the 
redhead is Jessica; they're very good friends of mine. You might say 
they're part of the family."

She could sense the changes taking place within him, the alertness and 
desire leaping through his veins. Any man worth the name would be 
aroused by a pair of sensuous beauties like these, and Marshall came 
well equipped with balls. Lauralee murmured into his ear: "We're all 
yours, baby--all three of us, any way you want us."

Bettina led the way, the girl's small, shapely body gleaming golden as 
she kneeled between Marshall's spread thighs and bent to kiss his 
groin. Her mother, rounded and lush, took up her position next to 
Marshall, rubbing big, soft breasts against his shoulder.

"Glad to meet you," Jessica purred. "Let's fuck."

And Bettina said, "His prick is almost as big as Daddy's."

Shaken, Marshall said, "Who are these--"

"Just your lovers," Lauralee answered, "as I am. Lie back, dear; look 
at the lovely young pussy and the ripe, plump pussy. They're throbbing 
for the touch of your cock."

Robot-like, the man allowed himself to be pushed back, his stricken 
eyes whipping back and forth over the three adorable mounds presented 
to him, glancing unbelievingly at the sets of shapely tits and their 
thrusting nipples. It was, Lauralee thought, as if he had been trapped 
in some erotic dream, something he had never thought would actually 
come to pass, and Marshall Jergens didn't quite know how to handle it.

But he was reacting with admirable reflexes, his prick climbing to its 
full and turgid length, his balls working overtime to pump themselves 
full of precious fluids once again. The cockhead that had so recently 
spewed creamy juice into Lauralee's mouth was now spreading itself in 
eager blooming, radiant with expectancy and starting to gather a clear 
pearl of pre-seminal liquid upon its tip.

Lauralee didn't know if her husband--her ex-husband--had ever gone down 
on a woman's pulsating and hairy snatch, but realized that he would 
soon have the experience, in multiples. He was staring wide-eyed at the 
tiny body of the very young girl who was poising her honey-blonde 
crotch above his stiff pole, and Lauralee went around to the head of 
the couch as Bettina stroked the swollen meat.

When the passionate child directed the cockhead into her small, 
volatile labia, Lauralee climbed upon the couch and placed a knee at 
each side of Marshall's head. Looking down into his surprised face, she 
said, "There's a close-up of my pussy, darling. It's hot and wet and 
greasy, but I'm told it tastes like honey. You're about to find out."

She gave him time to feel the damp electric jolt of Bettina's mini-
snatch widening its pink lips to take in his knob, waiting until their 
daughter-in-law slid wiggling down his shaft to lock it within the 
tight rubbery glove of an enchanted young vagina. Then Lauralee brought 
down her own crotch, quaking with a feverish need to know the feel of 
his mouth, his tongue.

Marshall gasped once before her satiny thighs snuggled his head and her 
furry crotch covered his face. Lauralee trembled at the scraping of his 
teeth, and rocked up and down, reaching out her hands to curl her 
fingers into Bettina's for support. When his tongue reached 
experimentally up into her juicy sheath, she pumped upon it, twisting 
until she presented her clit to him.

Bettina was smiling lasciviously as she seesawed her supple pussy upon 
the man's submerged prick, revelling in the sensation of riding new, 
fresh meat, getting more kick from the fact that this particular cock 
belonged to her husband's father.

Hurriedly, Lauralee gyrated against the tongue that probed her 
clitoris, making herself climb the dizzying heights swiftly. She didn't 
want to be greedy, and Jessica was standing by, impatiently awaiting 
her turn.

Lifting her flowing mound from Marshall's hungry mouth, Lauralee 
stepped off the couch and watched little Bettina hammer herself to a 
violently surging climax. They were thinking together, operating alike, 
Lauralee saw, intending to wring the most out of screwing the man who 
should become an integral part of their joined families. They meant to 
give him all the rapture they could, and so bind him strongly to the 
fabulous lure of their glossy bodies.

The girl crawled up over his heaving chest, leaving the reddened knob 
of Marshall's prick pulsing in the air, letting it cool for a moment 
before the next slippery cunt enveloped it. Bettina straddled his head 
and manipulated her steaming little vulva up and down over his chin and 
nose.

Behind her Jessica mounted him, using one deft hand to cram his meat 
directly into her red-haired, opulent snatch. The man shook when he 
felt her velvety lining close upon his rigid club, and Jessica pivoted 
lustfully upon it, grinding and surging.

It was complicated and beautiful, Lauralee thought; Marshall must think 
he was caught in a paradise of erotica, and if he had any sense at all 
he would never want to get out. Damned few men would ever be as 
fortunate. She hoped he could hang on for a while longer, that the 
fucking and eating she had given him earlier would hold back his 
ejaculation and allow him to fully enjoy the multiple screwing he was 
getting, as well as the changing flavors of hot cunts forced into his 
mouth.

"Great cock," Jessica panted, wheeling her ripe ass and bucking upon 
his shaft. "Nice and hard, and so different inside me."

Marshall's prick was new to the others, Lauralee realized; it was 
strange and different, and that made it more exciting for Bettina and 
her mother. As she watched, Jessica quivered to a jerking, leaping 
orgasm that clamped her rounded thighs against his hips and had her 
mellow ass pumping furiously.

Had Bettina come again, too? Lauralee looked at the girl's delicate ass 
churning slowly and wantonly, at the way Marshall was holding to the 
fragile thighs while he ate into that young, ravishing box. He didn't 
even know she had married his son, nor did he understand that while he 
was sucking Bettina's delectable, girlish snatch her mother was 
shivering upon his embedded cock.

The tableau grew static then, freezing into non-movement when the girl 
hit her crest and Jessica's was ebbing. Then Bettina climbed from 
around his head, and her mother slid that plush body up to take her 
place. That left the greasy, polished cock for Lauralee, but she 
hesitated, and motioned for Bettina to go ahead. Marshall would revel 
in letting go his load into that suctioning little hole. And when 
Jessica had finished with his mouth, Lauralee wanted to talk to him; 
the time had come to let him know what this was all about.

But why wait until Jessica had been eaten? Lauralee kneeled beside the 
couch and turned her neck so that her face was against Marshall's 
forehead, her nose brushing the thickly curling hairs of the woman's 
cunt every time Jessica made a rolling stroke.

"Marshall," she said. "Listen to me, darling. Keep your long tongue 
working inside Jessica's pussy, but listen to what I have to say."

His answer was a smothered groan, and after diddling into Jessica's 
pubic hair, Lauralee went on: "The cunt you're eating belongs to 
Jessica Hartmann--and the schoolgirl pussy you're fucking is her 
daughter's. Bettina is also YOUR daughter-in-law; she's married to 
Robbie, to our son."

Marshall stiffened, but he didn't release the plump thighs that were 
pinning his head between their silken roundness.

Lauralee continued: "Bettina broke through all my uptight defenses, 
when she went down on me and taught me how two passionate women can 
love each other. It was her wedding night, Marshall. And--and I learned 
to fuck, to really fuck, from Robbie."

The man made a strangled noise, but Bettina was writhing upon his 
prick, and Jessica was pumping faster into his mouth, forcing his 
tongue to whiplash beneath her clitoral hood. Lauralee moved her lips 
across his forehead and said, "We're all screwing you, so you can 
discover for yourself how wonderful group sex can be, all the juicy 
fucking you can possibly want, without jealousy or stupid taboos. We 
want you to be with us, Marshall; I want you."

Jessica cut in with a thin wail, "Oh! Oh, baby--dig that tongue into my 
pussy--I'm coming, COMING!"

And Marshall's body convulsed as Bettina wheeled and drove upon his 
hard cock. His balls climbed upward and contracted, and Lauralee knew 
that her husband was spitting a hot stream of come into the girl's 
tightly gripping vagina, into the youngest cunt he had ever fucked.

It took a while before Jessica recovered enough to lift her rich snatch 
from Marshall's face, and when she did, there were glistening streaks 
of her juice left upon his cheeks and chin. The man's eyes were closed, 
and he didn't move when Bettina drew her caressing pussy from around 
his pole. A smear of milky fluid seeped slowly from his cockhead.

Lauralee placed her lips upon his, tasting the exotic musk Jessica's 
mature snatch left there, and he didn't resist the gentle probing of 
her tongue. She stretched out the deep kiss, trying to tell him how 
much she loved him, truly loved him now.

Then she moved back and waited for him to say something, kneeling there 
as the others moved across the room. Out of the corner of her eye, she 
caught glimpses of Robbie and Chris lurking in the hallway. Lauralee 
hoped Marshall's answer would be the right one, the only acceptable 
one. If it wasn't, if he somehow could put aside the glorious fucking 
he had just undergone and play the role of outraged father and former 
husband, she would be sorry. They would all be sorry, but Marshall 
himself stood to lose by far the most.

"Lauralee," he said at last, weak-voiced and shaky, "Lauralee?"

"Yes, Marshall?"

"You--you actually screwed the kid? And I suppose you went down on him, 
too? All that stuff, with our own boy?"

She nodded. "Just as you did it to his wife and her mother. Jessica's 
husband is over there, you know; he was watching it all, with Robbie."

With feeling, Marshall turned his face toward her and said, "I'll be a 
son of a bitch. I couldn't even get you to keep the light on when you 
were bare-assed, and now you tell me you're fucking the boy, and 
balling with everyone else."

"Not everyone," she answered. "Just the in-laws and Robbie; and now 
with you. But get this straight, Marshall Jergens--if and when I decide 
to screw some other man, or make it with another woman, it will be MY 
decision. Now, suppose you tell us what yours is; do you want to put on 
your clothes and run on out of here, or do you want to stay and become 
part of our combined families?"

Slowly, he propped his head upon his palm and stared at her. Lauralee 
saw his eyes reach past her, where four naked people were poised, 
listening. "Robbie," he said.

The boy came forward without hesitation, his young prick bobbing its 
pink head before him, and Bettina came up beside him to take her 
husband's hand. Lauralee saw how utterly gorgeous they were together, 
so slim and fresh and exciting.

"Robbie," Marshall said, "So you've been screwing your mother? With all 
this other pussy around, including that lovely girl, you still get into 
your mom?"

"Yes," the boy said proudly. "Mom's cunt is something very special to 
me. I'd like for you and me to share it together, to get her between us 
and pour the meat to her every way we can. But if you don't want that--
"

"Wait a minute," Marshall said. "I didn't say that. I'm only trying to 
get things straight in my head, son. And hell--I never had it so good 
in all my life. Besides, since I just dicked your wife, it's only a 
fair trade for you to fuck mine, right? I'm sorry, kid, but they've 
screwed me down to a frazzle, and I won't be able to ball her with you-
-not right away. But you can be damned sure we'll get together on her 
and in her, soon as I can raise another hard-on."

Robbie grinned hugely. "That's great, dad! I alwavs hoped you two would 
get together again, and now it'll be better than ever."

Marshall pushed himself to a sitting position. "Well, YOU'VE got 
yourself a good hard-on. What are you going to do with it?"

Lauralee bent over, bracing herself upon hands and knees, seeing Chris 
and Jessica approaching, hearing them laughing with relief and 
anticipation. She didn't have to say anything to Robbie; he knew what 
was expected of him, and the boy was obviously eager to demonstrate his 
sexual prowess to his father, to show the man he was a horny young stud 
capable of bringing his mother's pussy to a boil.

Dropping to his knees behind her, Robbie set the velvet head of his 
cock into her quivering labia, and stroked the cheeks of Lauralee's 
smooth ass when he pushed slowly but steadily up into her receptive 
pussy lips from behind. While his rod was sliding home, Lauralee placed 
her cheek upon her husband's knee and said, "Welcome home, darling."

Marsball grinned, "Whoever you're talking to, it's all right with me," 
he said.


The End
