Robbie. Lauralee stared down at the heads together, the brown one and the honey-blond one, boy and girl. Her belly tightened at Bettina added the quick and deft caresses of her tongue to that of Robbie's, and Lauralee was somehow being eaten by two people.
She could feel the feverish darting of both their tongues, sometimes alternating, sometimes cramming themselves side by side into her heaving snatch. They went to work on her clitoris, lapping and teasing, their caresses sliding wet, tingling hot. Oh Lord – skyrockets were threatening to go off inside her vagina, the fuses sizzling. It was an overwhelming sensation, and Lauralee swivelled her crotch in happiness, pivoting her steaming cunt against first one mouth, then the other.
Deliciously, the shudders ran through her taut and writhing body; her vagina contracted and her ass quivered. Lauralee cried out that she was coming, coming, but the searching tongues only speared her faster and deeper.
Locking their heads between her thighs, she churned her pussy in ecstasy, feeling it turn into a seething cauldron, feeling the suction being applied there. Her head whirled and she had a tough time catching her breath, but Lauralee didn't give a damn it she fell dead at the height of her orgasm. Pumping and moaning, she drew the most from it, forcing her inflamed clit against someone's teeth, her moan lengthening and soaring as she felt the tip of a finger forcing itself into the tight dimple of her asshole.
It was still there when she fell back, her breasts pistoning up and down, and sharp, darting thrills still firing throughout her pussy, trailing liquid sparks behind. Lauralee wiggled upon the embedded finger, relaxing as it slid father up her tube. A different sensation, she thought in rapture, something else she was discovering. Another part of her body was being brought into a use she had never dreamed could be. Hazily, she wondered just how many ways of sensual gratification there were.
The finger eased from her disturbed anus, and Lauralee sighed. One head lifted from her steaming cunt, and another. She looked down the length of he supine body with drowsy eyes, registering slowly her son's intent face.
'Your pussy tastes like honey, Mom,' he said softly. 'Did my father ever go down on you like that? I mean, even without somebody else helping?'
Lauralee swallowed. 'N-no, dear. Of course, we never did it with anyone else around. And – well, I never enjoyed it, before. You and Bettina, you're both so marvelous.'
'You are, too,' he breathed. 'Man, that's really a juicy gash, so rich and velvety. I damned near dame while I was eating you.'
'Don't waste it, baby,' she said. 'Give it to your mother.'
His swollen cockhead prodded at the entrance of her vulva, soft and hard at once, covered with silken skin, but having that strong core of power present only in a horny man's turgid prick. Lauralee's pussy lips fitted themselves to the knob, already greasy with excitement, and her sons bulb slid easily between them as Robbie thrust his shaft up and in.
The distended meat glided into her receptive cunt, far up into her pulsating hole, and the boy's lovely balls came to rest in the furry cleft of her trembling ass. It was inside her again; her darling son's wonderful prick was buried to the root inside her greedy cunt, throbbing there as he lay still between her thighs. Pelvis to pelvis, his brown pubic hair blending with her curly black mattress, they remained quiet for a while, exulting in what they both had.
Slowly then, by tacit agreement, they began to stroke, Robbie's long, slim cock slipping inch by inch back through the jealous gripping of her satin-lined sheath, the upper part of the sweet meat exerting pressure against her clit. Fabulous boyish prick, she thought, rolling her belly against his; fantastic little-boy cock so beautiful and hard, sawing in and out of her soupy gash. She rode it gleefully, but not with any driving force; Lauralee wanted the gentleness now, this special tender give-and-take of slippery meat within oily flesh.
Sensuously and almost languidly, she ground upon the moving rod, caressing her son's smooth hips and travelling her fingers along his spine. Robbie reached deeply with every thrust, no more in a hurry than she was, and she luxuriated in the penetrations, in the teasing way he was using his charming prick.
So many things had been turned topsy-turvy in her mind. There was no way she could possibly be jealous of this boy's other lover, of Robbie's legal wife. Maybe that was because she was also in live with the lovely Bettina, she had shared that sugared pussy as well. But it now seemed so RIGHT, all very natural and normal to fuck and be fucked by those she truly cared for.
'Slow and easy,' Robbie sighed. 'It's far out to be able to screw you this way, Mom – without hurrying and jamming it to you, I mean. Your cunt is so soft and deep, and so hot, too. I dig putting the cock to you like this, with your fine ass wiggling and your belly sliding, while I look down and watch your tits rocking from side to side. But I don't know how long I can hold out, so if I start to come before you do, let me know.'
'It won't matter,' she purred, feeling catlike and squirmy. 'You can make me come just by pumping that magic semen into my pussy darling. Ooohh! That's so thrilling – ahhh, my sweetheart, my horny little boy. How you've grown up – oohh! I adore your cock, Robbie! I worship this superb prick!'
Lauralee became conscious of the girl, of young Bettina slipping into position near her head. Dreamily, she turned her face, wriggling upon the slow prodding meat within her abundant cunt. She saw Bettina's dark golden pubic hair, and the peerless modelling of the shapely thighs, the rounded sculpture of the girl's knees.
'Take me, too,' Bettina murmured. 'Just keep your head straight, Lauralee, and I'll lift one knee across you like this – oh yes, darling. It turns me on so much, to watch Robbie feeding you his meat, to see you hunching on your son's prick, my husband's prick.'
Staring up, Lauralee eyed the poised vulva, and delighted in the sight of the furred mound, the peeping pink labia. A cunt could be beautiful, too, she thought; how could she have ever considered here own to be ugly? Gently, the girl began to lower that beguiling crotch, and Lauralee caught the aroma of it, the spicy, exotic perfume of love itself.
She humped a little faster upon Robbie's gliding shaft, and her daughter-in-law's pussy came down, down. Lauralee opened her mouth and fitted her lips across those humid ones so honeyed and elegant. Silken hair pressed against her teeth, and she bored her tongue upward into the dewy vagina that had been so artistically designed for sex with either man or woman.
They were meshed again, when Bettina's snatch settled snugly over he mouth; they were mixed, locked together by prick and cunt and tongue, all of them moving torridly together in the selfless sharing of their love. Lauaralee twisted upon her son's surging meant, and Robbie started to pump it more strongly to his mother's cunt, his greasy balls flapping noisily against her asshole.
Bettina was very eager, and although her vision was cut off, Lauralee could vividly imagine the girl staring wide-eyed at the prick slipping in and out, at the curling gyrations of a black-haired pussy that was fast approaching a climax. The girl thrust and heaved, recoiling only to jam that juicy slot harder against Lauralee's lapping tongue.
There was the clitoris, leaping with a life of its won, and Lauralee drew it avidly, pulled on the feminine penis with a blind and dedicated affection. She could hear Bettina hissing, hear the girl groaning. Maybe it was Robbie, she thought dimly; maybe all three of them were making the sounds.
Sucking and rolling her jaws, Lauralee hurried the job on Bettina's clit, wanting the girl to come with them, for she could feel the jerkiness of her son's reaching cockhead, and knew that orgasm was close. Her own was blooming like a wildflower, deep within her rippling cunt, and Lauralee lurched, pulled back, and snapped her vagina tightly around Robbie's embedded shaft.
The boy came furiously, jetting his semen into her pussy with spasmodic bursts, grunting and holding his root firmly against her clitoris. Lauralee came with him, white novas spinning inside her straining body, and she felt Bettina shudder at the same moment. They had made it.
CHAPTER SIX
Lauralee drove at average speed, although she wanted to hurry home. The X-rated motel was behind them, but she would never forget the place, and the astounding effect it had had upon her life. Rolling ahead of her, the highway arrowed for her house, the home that had been part of the divorce settlement when she'd parted from
