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' 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' 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, her 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
