When Lauralee came back to the world, the television set had been shut off, and the room was quiet. Blinking, she looked around, hoping fervently that it hadn't all been a wild, erotic dream, and knowing immediately that it wasn't. Then she hope her son and new daughter-in-law hadn't gone back to their own bed and left her alone.
Not yet, she thought; oh, not yet. There were still violent flames raging within her awakened body, hot fires that needed to be quenched the only way possible – by some more solid fucking. She had so many wasted years to make up for, so many strange and exciting sensations to undergo.
Listening, she heard them next door, and slowly sat up on the water bed, still not used to its sensuous movements beneath her nude body. Stroking her hands teasingly over her firm breasts, Lauralee thought: her body, what a wondrous mechanism it was, even though it had taken her far too long to discover its potential. Before, she had accepted it, and little more. Of course she'd been somewhat proud of her looks in general, of the fact she had no lines on her face, and that she wasn't fat. But she had so resolutely kept its secret functions from her mound, trying to deny their existence! And now they were primary to her.
They loved her body; both Robbie and Bettina adored her flesh and its hot, juicy places. Lauralee could do no less than love it, also. And she did, for the rapture within it, for the ecstasy her body could impart to others. It was so damned GOOD to be alive and functioning at long last as a lusty, healthy female.
Licking her lips, she convinced herself that she could yet taste the residue of her son's semen there, and smiled in memory of its gushing fulfillment. How marvelously it was flavored! And the matchless intimacy of the ejaculation was beyond description. Doing that to him, knowing the feel of his rigid shaft within her mouth, curling her tongue around the delicious meat as it slid in and out, and experiencing the burying of the cockhead in her throat – it was something she had to know again and again.
And she would, no matter what else might happen. Lauralee wanted to know it, be it, do it all. Fondling the rising nipples of her breasts, she stood up, undecided as to whether she should break in on them in the next room. First she would clean herself up a bit, she thought, and hurried to the bathroom. She peed, and knew a little thrill deep within her stimulated pussy; every move she made seemed to call attention to that newly awakened sheath.
Swiftly, Lauralee showered, and touched herself with the simple perfume she carried in her purse, although the flowery scent didn't suit her any more; she'd have to buy something musky and sensuous, she thought, a special fragrance to accent her new self. And sexy undies, babydoll nighties, all the things she had once considered so frivolous and senseless, possibly a different hairdo. Pants suits which would cling to her body. There was a whole different world out there for Lauralee, and she was going willingly into its embraces.
Toweling her hair, she started to wrap the towel around her hips, then thought the hell with it. She was proud of her naked body now.
The kids were sitting side by side upon her bed when she strode into the room with her head held high and her long body glowing.
"Hi," her son said. "You're a constant surprise to us, Mom. We figured you had crashed for the night, that maybe we had worn you out, but here you are, fresher and more beautiful than ever."
Lauralee felt no flush of embarrassment, no stab of guilt. Not any more, she told herself firmly; that kind of nonsense was all in the past, and damned well belonged there. "You two look beautiful, too," she murmured. "Are you hungry, or anything? I don't even know what time it is, and don't much care."
Bettina smiled at her. "Nobody's in any hurry, Lauralee. If you want to stay over all day, that's just great for us."
Giggling, Lauralee said, "I wonder what that shifty little desk clerk will think about that?"
"Who cares?" Robbie asked. "Every time I look at your gorgeous cunt, I think I could fuck it for a week, without stopping – except to eat it. That's what I want to do now, Mother; I have to get that wild pussy into my mouth and suck on it."
Lauralee felt a hot shiver climbing her spine, and a tremble began somewhere within the silken depths of her vagina. "Anything," she whispered, "anything for the two people I love most."
Bettina rose from the bed to make room, that small and shapely body glistening like precious molten metal, but so much softer. Robbie slid across the undulating water bed, and Lauralee stared down to watch the rising of her son's prick, seeing it thicken and grow longer.
The brown matting of his pubic hair looked soft and appealing, and she remembered the touch of it against her face, the ultra-soft caress of his sack. Lauralee couldn't ever recall seeing his father's hard cock close up; she had been repelled by the very idea and now she wondered what her former husband's cock would be like. Shaking the thought away, she moved to the bed and lay upon it, welcoming its gentle rolling, the give of it beneath her ass.
She rolled toward Robbie and took his slim body into her arms. Her mouth sought his, and she kissed her son as he so deserved to be kissed, with a probing of her hot tongue and a gentle clashing of teeth. Lauralee drank his breath and ran her hands in wonder over his sleek body, finding the grace and young manhood of his shaping, the sculptured modelling of his buttocks.
Robbie's cock pressed against her belly, and her erectile nipples drilled themselves into his hairless chest. She rubbed her aching mound into his crotch, tore his mouth away and gasped, "Oh, Mom, it's just like touching you for the first time? You make my prick so stiff it hurts. I love Bettina, and really dig fucking her, but I guess Mother pussy must be the best there is."
Wriggling along her flesh, her son dipped his face and began to kiss her throat, her collarbone. She stroked his hair and shoulders, moving onto her back and parting her legs so he could fit his body between her hungry thighs. When he reached her tits Lauralee squirmed and worked slowly on down to her belly, nipping the skin and laving it wetly with his hot tongue.
She quivered at the stirring of his breath in her pubic hair, and her labia seemed to reach up, to part of their own accord. Groaning, her son plunged his mouth greedily into her cunt and Lauralee echoed his throaty sound. Her head rolled from side to side upon the pillow as Robbie at her pussy, and her darling boy gobbled her cunt, his tongue corkscrewing far into her flowing vagina, his teeth pressing into her pussy lips.
Robbie's fingernails dug into the surging cheeks of her ass, and she rolled her hips, smearing her crotch over his cheeks and chin, against his nose. It was maddening, but a beautiful insanity that tingled along her nerve ends and made her skin quake wildly. Lauralee hunched her cunt to him, bringing her smooth thighs close to caress her son's head with them.
She was gasping for breath when she felt Bettina slide onto the bed with them. While Robbie busily devoured her snatch, the girl began to caress Lauralee's throbbing breasts. Taking turns upon the tender nipples, Bettina moved tantalizingly down and down while Lauralee's confused mind wondered what was going on. But whatever it was, the act had to be wonderful, and she accepted the additional caresses with happiness.
Then it happened. Bettina forced the thighs apart, and manipulated herself into the widespread legs beside 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.