sweet-cunted bitch – I'm going to come! I'm going to come into my mom's pussy!'
Swivelling her hips, rotating her vagina around his pistoning cock, she hissed it at her son: 'Let it go, baby! Shoot off inside me and pack my cunt with your little-boy semen – ahhh! Ohh! I can feel it squirting up inside my pussy, darling!'
Moaning, then, she humped furiously as the boy's discharge splashed boiling against her womb, as her own son's semen gushed violently throughout her absorbing snatch. Robbie's come was thick and very rich, she thought, her head spinning as she shook and jerked in the throes of the craziest orgasm she had ever known. It was a fountain of foamy juice that bathed her vagina, and she loved every drop of the sticky fluid.
Holding him powerfully between her thighs, Lauralee knew that her cunt was seething, turned into a cauldron by their mutual climaxes. But she couldn't stop moving upon his stilled prick; it was too precious to waste, and the soapy liquids within her snatch made it even more sensational. Blindly, without thinking what she was doing, she held her son close and turned onto her side, then rolled over on top of him making certain that his upright cock was still trapped firmly in her dripping sheath.
She was straddling him then, holding him captive beneath her feverish body, imprisoning his delightful prick within her lubricated flesh. Lauralee felt strong and powerful, felt dominant, and she liked that.
'Go, baby,' Bettina breathed, and Lauralee remembered that her daughter-in-law was only inches away, kneeling beside the bed and watching the screwing with dedicated interest. 'That's the way,' the girl said excitedly. 'Ride his prick; pump it up and down on him and make him come in you again.'
Smiling, Lauralee stretched out her hand, and the girl took it, holding it tightly as she stared down between the bodies to where her husband's shaft was crammed to the balls within his mother's inflamed cunt. Lauralee stared into Bettina's eyes as she rolled her hips sinuously, as she bent forward to allow her son to take a downward-hanging nipple into his mouth.
Robbie held her ass and stroked up into her flooded snatch as she gyrated upon his cock. He sucked blissfully upon her tit, his eyes closed in rapture.
Fucking lasciviously, riding her son's hard and greasy rod, Lauralee tugged at Bettina's hand, and the girl came to her knees, leaning forward with a cascade of honey-blond hair spilling over nude and burnished shoulders. The stiff pink nipples of her nubile breasts stood out. The green eyes were very big and very close; so were the ripe young lips that had aroused such flames within the pussy that was now packed with semen and a boy's meat.
Lauralee reached for that appealing mouth, her lips finding it just as Robbie began to pump harder within her drenched cunt. Her tongue met the girl's, and they melted in a greedy, understanding kiss, sharing each other passion, almost as they were sharing the boy's body.
'Mom, Mom, Mom!' he was saying in a monotone that matched the lifting and falling of her ass. His cock worked foamily into her vagina, and her clit came peeping from its hood, growing more vibrant with every thrust.
Oh, this was real and lovely, and she sucked upon Bettina's tongue, while the girl fondled her pendulous breasts, while her son manipulated his shaft gloriously within the wet gripping of her blazing pussy. This was true fucking, Lauralee thought, the kind of screwing she should have gotten from her husband, when she and Marshall were first married. She wanted it to go on forever, to keep this beautiful, marvelous prick slipping around in her box.
And when Robbie ejaculated into her already soaked vagina, Lauralee just kept right on making it, caught up in the primitive beat of her fucking.
CHAPTER FOUR
The water was hot, and Lauralee's skin tingled at the touch of soap, at the caress of her own hands upon her wet flesh. She was still a little numb in her mind, but her body had never been more eagerly alive, every nerve end titillated and awake.
She looked down at herself, at the play of water over her breasts, her nipples, then at the slightly rounded belly and below, the wet mass of her midnight pubic hair.
It was a good body, she thought, and according to Robbie and Bettina, a beautiful, sexy one. Her body was capable of giving and of receiving much love. Her legs were long and supple, and her breasts shaped high and firmly. She had always thought she was a bit too lean, but they insisted she was just right, special in her own way.
Lauralee ran soapy hands over the curving of her ass and smiled. Robbie called it her sweet, not ass. Straying bubbled fingers across her pubic mound, she caressed it. Rich and deep, they said; her mature pussy was rich and deep, possessed of an intense fascination for her son. Robbie had squirted it hot sheath full of his explosive semen not once, but twice.
The seat of rapture, she thought; this volatile, adjustable organ she had tried to ignore most of her life was now the center of her existence. Probably it had been meant to be, but she'd wished she didn't have it, wished she never had to think of her vagina.
Until now; until she had ventured to finger herself to her initial orgasm, turned on by seeing that pornographic film. Since then, it had been licked and sucked, its soft juices gulped avidly, its clitoris made a target for ecstasy. And she had known the inner workings of another woman's cunt, tasted the sweetness of the inner lining so silken and juicy, known the flexing as it shuddered in vibrant climax.
Lauralee stopped stroking her mound and exposed it to hot rinsing water, turning her body slowly so that soap would be purled away. Better than that, her pussy had been invaded by a thrusting, hammering cock, one that was hard and young, a prick that reached far up into her hole and set fire to her womb. Her son's prick; Robbie's prick, the very shaft that had been ridden only minutes before by the boy's bride. But Robbie loved to fuck his mother, just as well as the lovely, intense girl he had married, and possibly even more.
Stepping out of the shower stall, she dried herself and looked in the mirror, not afraid of meeting her own eyes now. She appeared much younger, her deep brown eyes vital, her olive skin fresher, rejuvenated. Lauralee towelled her short curls until they bounced springily; her pubic hair was springy, too, seeming to sparkle with life and excitement.
She found a clean towel and draped it about her hips, but left her breasts bare. The kids – those wonderful, beautiful children – had gone out for sandwiches and soft drinks, and she would meet them almost without reticence, proud of her body instead of hiding its invigorated flesh.
The TV was still going, its sound tuned low, but the bright images flashed just as powerfully upon the screen. Smiling, Lauralee lowered herself into the chair and watched it, crossing her slender legs gracefully. Evidently the films ran continuously, one movie replacing another until they started all over again. Two men were fucking a lovely girl, one of them burrowing his hard, oversized cock into her small, furry cunt while the other held her head upon his lap and worked his cockhead in and out of her red mouth.
Leaning back in the chair, Lauralee thought that would be nice, too. It would be exciting to be between two horny men, taking their pricks into her body, love and love alike. Robbie; she would first lean how to eat a male organ by doing it to her son. It would be different from lapping a girl's snatch, but she should have not trouble now that she was willing to learn it all.
Too bad there wasn't another man around. Lauralee wanted to compare cock sizes, to feel the differences of strange shafts, to know a variety of orgasms when they came in her receptive box. With interest, she watched the screen as the two men changed positions. Poor Marshall, she thought; he would never know the sharp thrill of doing that. He had been almost as uptight as she, knowing only one way to relieve the pressures of his balls – brute force and always on top, always hammering into her flinching pussy without mercy. No wonder she and her husband separated; they had both been so stupid but she had been worse. Lauralee knew that now.
A key rattled in the lock, and the kids came laughing into the room. 'Oh wow,' Bettina said, putting down a sack of sandwiches, 'did you know there was a swinging room off the lobby? Late as it is, there were only two couples there, looking each other over.'
Robbie grinned and popped the tops on some cans of soft drinks. 'We almost screwed up the trade, because when they got a look at us, I could see the wheels turning. We're so much younger. But I wasn't even tempted – not with my own special older woman waiting for me here.'
