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,
