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 his mother's loving pussy, and Lauralee 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
