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 Bettina's 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 her 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 EIGHT
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 all going to be natural and easy; you'll see.'
