submerged prick slip out. He rolled over on top of her and hammered his pelvis into her heavily padded one; Lauralee know the rhythmic slapping of his balls and the sweaty pressure of his belly. Robbie had to let go of her nipple then, and transferred his mouth to her own, feeding her his tongue with the same primitive fury that he was using to sledge his stiff rod into her flexing cunt.
Rocking with him, turning with his thrusts, Lauralee raised her legs and trapped his lurching body in the silken net. Writhing upon his driving prick, she dug her heels into the cleft of his ass and bit the boy's lips as her climax bubbled furiously, deep within her vagina.
This was real; this demanding power was real and true, and she fought to hold her own against it, battled to fuck him even more fiercely than he was screwing her. Gasping and heaving, she strained against his crotch as her clitoris exploded to send the sweet violence throughout her quivering body.
A heartbeat later, she felt the spewing of his sizzling come, the eruption of his semen. Heavy and searing, the treasured juice boiled against the cup of her cervix and sprayed the vaginal walls. Her son's fingertips drilled into the soft cheeks of her trembling ass, and his balls emptied themselves in successive convulsions.
Her head swimming, Lauralee fell back upon the couch, her legs slipping down his, her breasts pumping as she choked for air, for some kind of balance. Every time, she thought dazedly; each and every time she came with Robbie, it was fantastic, an orgasm that screamed exultantly along her nerves and went off inside her mind like a chain of firecrackers.
She became conscious that she was being kissed, that two pairs of lips were soft and arm at her cheeks, upon her throat. She knew that another set of firm breasts was pressing into her side, and that her lover's prick was still embedded to its thick hilt within her milky vagina. Bettina, she thought; adorable little Bettina had stayed aside so that Lauralee could have her pussy filled once again with an enchanted cock.
Turning her head, Lauralee kissed the girl's tender mouth and murmured, 'Thank you, dear. I don't mean to be greedy or selfish. It's just that – well, since you got me started sexually, I just can't seem to get enough.'
Bettina drew the tip of her tongue across her lips and said, 'That isn't bad. In fact, it's good for all of us.' She pulled back slightly and said to Robbie, 'I guess this is as good a time as any to tell her.'
Gently, the boy pulled his still rigid shaft from the sleeve of his mother's cunt. She felt sticky juice purling down the inside of one thigh, and blinked at her son as he sat back upon his haunches. Robbie posed there between his mother's spread white thighs, a smear of semen clinging to the inflamed head of his prick.
He said, 'Now don't get worried, Mom. It's – we've been making it with somebody else, before you. Bettina thinks you can handle that now.'
'Of course,' Lauralee said, puzzled. 'You already told me about yourself, and I an imagine how Bettina got all her experience. But I don't see why you should be making a big thing of it now.'
Robbie tilted his head to one side. 'We didn't tell you WHO we've been screwing, and we never would have, except you've turned from an iceberg into the hottest piece of ass around.'
Cupping one of Lauralee's breasts, Bettina said quietly, 'You lost your hang-ups with me, and with your own son. So you shouldn't get spaced out about anything sexual, now. Robbie and I have been making it with my folks – he's bee putting it to my mom and I've been fucking my daddy. But I had a head start on Robbie, because my daddy took my cherry when I was thirteen years old, and taught me just about everything I know about sex.'
Despite all her good intentions, Lauralee gasped. It came as such a shock to think that this lovely, sweet girl had been deflowered – and wasn't that a hang-up expression – had been screwed by her own father at such an early age. And Robbie: her boy, was putting that beautiful shaft to another older woman, to his wife's mother.
But that was no worse, if WORSE was the proper word, than him fucking his own mother. Lauralee absorbed the information and dissected it, growing more calm by the moment. Really, she thought, it was ridiculous to be upset about anything like that. In a back-handed way, she was truly grateful to Mr. and Mrs. and Mrs. Hartmann, to the man, especially. If he hadn't screwed his young daughter, and evidently done a magnificent job of breaking in the girl, Bettina might not have fucked Robbie so easily, might not have married him. An Lauralee would still be a frigid, bitter woman blind to all the sensuous joys of incest and bisexuality.
'Your father taught you well,' she said, 'and I'm thankful you passed it along, Bettina.'
'There,' Robbie crowed. 'I told you she was great. Oh man, what a ball we're going to have.' He slid out from between her legs, his cock drooping a little.
Lauralee propped herself on one elbow and put her arm around the girl's slim and nubile body. 'But how did you get to screw Mrs. Hartmann, dear?'
Her son grinned. 'It was kind of easy, because Chris – that's Bettina's father – was balling Bettina so much that he wasn't giving much prick to his wife, to Jessica. She thought he was getting something on the side, but she didn't suspect Bettina. I mean, she was hot to trot, and looking around for some fucking of her own. There I was, and I screwed the hell out of her, all turned on because she was Bettina's mom, and because she was my first grown-up pussy.'
'Let me get this straight,' Lauralee said. 'You KNEW that Bettina was laying her father, and you still meant to marry her?'
'Sure, Mom. And once I got into Jessica and got her turned on, it was simple to set it up so that Bettina dame in and caught us fucking up a storm. Man, I had it balls-deep into her mom's wet cunt when she walked into the bedroom. Jessica almost passed out and tried to wiggle out from under me, but I held down so Bettina could explain it all to her. After she thought it over some, Jessica could see that the four of us would make a happy family. That night, she almost screwed Chris' balls off, she was so excited, and that day, the four of us got together.'
Lauralee caught her breath, picturing an adult couple and this pair of charming, sensual children, naked and squirming together – the father fucking his tiny daughter, the mother stroking a rich and mature cunt upon a boy's eager cock. She could imagine the adult couple staring at each other, seeing for the first time how the youthful lovers screwed, watching each other rise to the wild heights of passion. It must have been a terrifically stimulating experience for them all, an orgy of the flesh and mind as well.
'Bettina,' she asked, 'did you learn to got down on women from your mother?'
The girl laughed merrily. 'Oh no; I had this thing going with another kid for awhile, before my daddy started fucking me. That's how he got up the nerve, the first time. He saw Maris and me doing some sixty-nine; it gave him such a hard-on that he practically raped me.' She laughed again. 'But he didn't have to struggle much; I was more than ready to try on a prick, and from then on, we screwed every time we got the chance. I was the first chick to eat Mom's cunt, and mine was the first she ever tasted. Now she digs it, too; just like you, Lauralee.'
'Just like me,' Lauralee breathed. 'Oh, I'm so mixed up; all these new ideas coming at once, all these different concepts. But I can accept them, because I don't ever want to go back to what I was, and I certainly don't want to lose my two beautiful lovers, ever.'
Robbie swung his legs over the side of the bed and Bettina kissed Lauralee's cheek. 'That's great, just wonderful. When I saw you finger-fucking yourself in that X-rated motel, I just knew everything was going to work out all right. Excuse me now; I want to go call my parents and tell them that we're back from the wedding. They sort of planned on sharing our honeymoon, but I'll explain it has to be later, that we have something going with you.'
CHAPTER SEVEN
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
