She cooked them a strengthening meal, steak and baked potatoes, a green salad and spring peas. They had milk while Lauralee drank strong coffee and spiked her final cup with good brandy. She still wasn't quite used to sitting around naked with her equally bare son and his young wife, especially doing something as mundane and familiar as finishing dinner.
That would come with time, she thought, as most of her earlier programming had already. She didn't need to hide her body behind a stylish shield of clothes; it was a good body, sensual and pleasure-giving. People love it, all the hillocks and crevices, all the smooth skin and warm flesh. Now she did, also.
Bettina helped her clear the table, and they stuffed dishes into the washer while Robbie went to clean up. In one way, Lauralee felt comfortable with the girl; in another there was an undercurrent of sexual tension between them that would never allow her to be completely at ease with her daughter-in-law. But that wasn't bad; she felt the identical tension with her own son, a heightening of all her senses as their bodies struck sparks from each other.
It was probably just that way with Bettina and her father, Lauralee thought, that closeness of blood and breaking of the taboo causing an accelerated drive, a more intense need. Yet both she and the girl had plenty of love left over for others, perhaps even magnified because of the incomparable fulfillment they knew, a completeness always laced with a certain degree of insatiability. Whatever it was, the results were nothing short of terrific.
Bettina leaned back against he dishwasher, and its red ON lights seemed to accent, to outline the sleek charm of the finely modelled body. The girl said, "Mom and Dad were really surprised when I told them all about us. Robbie had mentioned how could you were, how you never went out with anyone. But they're happy it's all working out so well, and very eager to meet you."
"I feel silly because I've only spoken to them on the phone," Lauralee answered. "I didn't want to meet them because I was so set against Robbie getting married – not only to you, but to any girl. Now I suppose I'm a little afraid of them."
The girl slid gracefully away from the machine, the tiny body undulating, all honey-gold and smooth. "They're cool people, Lauralee; I'm sure you'll dig them and it'll do you a lot of good to screw another guy, someone besides Robbie. My dad can give you a wonderful fucking."
A little tremble stirred deep within Lauralee's body, and her skin felt warmer, more sensitive. She wondered what the man looked like, and about the size and shape of his prick; would it be thicker than her son's shaft, or longer? Would the swollen cockhead be formed any differently, and would it make any kind of change in her sensual enjoyment? Having a strange body fitted to her own had to be exciting, she decided, and hoped she would be able to make the man as happy.
She reached out for Bettina and drew the slim body to her own, revelling in the touch of the flawless skin and its eager warmth. "I'm sure he can, dear. I just hope I can match it; I haven't had much experience, you know."
Bettina snuggled close, pressing the cones of her neat tits into the flesh of Lauralee's ribs, pressing the satin glory of her humid mound into a thigh. "Oh, you will, don't worry. Daddy will go ape when he sees you, and we'll be lucky if we can pry his big cock out of your sweet pussy later. And Mom – well, she's wonderful. You'll see, when we all get together tomorrow. Tonight, we'll ball each other some more – you and me and Robbie."
Lauralee stroked gently seeking hands over the diminutive sculpture of the girl's lovely ass and said, "In my bed this time; it's been empty too long. And with the lights on, so I can see everything, so I can catch a glimpse of us in the mirror. My husband and I always did it in the dark – my fault, of course. And we didn't fuck all that often, anyway. Again, my fault."
Bettina came up on tippytoe so she could touch her furry little vulva to the thick matting of Lauralee's pussy. "It couldn't have been ALL your fault, darling. You're too passionate, too hot a woman. He must have done something to turn you off."
"I'll take the blame," Lauralee said, and forced her self back from the pulsing body. "But we'd better take our baths right now, or we never will. Robbie ought to be done and waiting on us."
Holding hands, they moved along the hallway, their hips and thighs brushing with occasional quick kisses. Heat grew in Lauralee's belly, dampening her pussy and making her inner thighs tense. The entire night lay before them, beckoning and laden with erotic promises. They separated as Lauralee headed for her own bathroom, turned a little dizzy by overlapping expectations of tonight and tomorrow.
When Lauralee came back into her bedroom, she was refreshed and squeaky clean, her skin powdered and perfumed, her ebony hair fluffed out. She walked tall, her long legs swinging easily, smoothly, with her firm and nicely rounded breasts bouncing their tips gone stiff and dark. Her olive-toned skin was touched with rose and glowing from her bath. Lauralee was ready for anything, knowing she looked good, that she was appealing to the eye, a joy to all the senses. It was good to be proud, to show all she had.
She paused a moment, looking down at the beautiful couple already stretched and waiting for he upon the bed, and saw their eyes light up with appreciation. They were so lovely in their youth, she thought, both of them slim and sleek, both tapered just so, rounded delightfully in the proper places. The girl had her slender thighs parted slightly, the blonde hair of her small mound gleaming, the polished belly flat and silken. Robbie's prick was fully turgid, the blue veins a delicate network around the hardened shaft, the adorable cockhead bulging splendidly. Brown hair curled over and around his balls, and the boy's hand was gently caressing the sack.
"Wow," he breathed. "You can make any guy jack off, by just standing there bare-assed, Mom. I sure feel sorry for my father, not knowing what a fantastic piece of hot pussy you are."
Lauralee flowed toward the bed, and lay down beside him, giving him her tits to fondle, her heart picking up its pace and pulses throbbing in her throat. This was the bed, the place she and her ex-husband had slept, where she had so many times lain stiff and unyielding, merely trying to do a repugnant wifely duty and never enjoying it.
Robbie's hand was on her snatch, one finger sliding up and down her damply palpitating labia, and her entire body yearned to him, for him, urgently needing the plunging of that boyish cock. But Lauralee forced herself to pull away from him.
"Darling, I don't want to be greedy. Beside, I haven't watched you put that gorgeous stiff prick to your wife yet. Show me how you fuck her, Robbie; I'll enjoy that as much as screwing you myself." And she would, she thought; she wanted to see every minute detail of their lovemaking, to watch each slide of her son's rigid prick into the delectable lips of Bettina's lovely, girlish cunt.
"Okay, Mom; I'll still have a hard-on for you, anyway."
His wife rolled toward him, and Lauralee gave them room, eyeing the caressing movements of their hands and the slow writhing of their bodies. She saw them kiss, and watched the resultant tremors that shook them as Robbie's hands sought the girl's breasts, as Bettina's fingers crept down to heft his balls and wander along the staff of his ready cock.
When Bettina wriggled off to one side and rolled over onto hands and knees, Lauralee blinked at the girl, but delighted in the sight of that enticing ass that showed a peeping of hair in its cleft. Lauralee lay upon her side, one arm curled upon the pillow beneath her head, and watched her son move around behind his wife. Of course, she thought; the pornographic movies had show this position, and Lauralee remembered the scene with clarity now.
There Robbie was, also on his knees, and running his hands over his young wife's buttocks, around and under her smooth tummy while he slid his distended prick up and down between the cheeks of that captivating that ass. Long golden hair hanging down, Bettina squirmed at the caresses, and Lauralee could see the girl's breasts swaying, their pink nipples like baby strawberries.
"Pretty pussy," Robbie said. "I dig those cunt lips, baby. Feel the tip of my cock against them?"
"Umm," Bettina whispered. "Give it to me, lover. Slide that nice hard prick up into my cunt. Show your mother how we fuck."
Turning his head, Robbie smiled at Lauralee and fingered his shaft, angling the ballooned knob down to nudge into the girl's tremulous labia, into the dewy pink lips so eager to take it in. Lauralee stared entranced at the spongy-hard bulb pressed inward and upward, as Bettina shifted her ass slightly to get it settled. Turning upon the bed and sliding closer upon her belly, her nipples aching against the sheet, Lauralee was intent upon the tiniest movement. It was her first experience at seeing fucking from close up – in real life, anyway, and the films at that motel couldn't come close to this flesh and blood demonstration.
The boy's cockhead slid from view, and slowly the swollen staff followed, disappearing into the avid clenching of Bettina's cunt lips. Lauralee could see the labia stretched and thinned, going flat in places away from the padding of blond pubic hair. Then Robbie's prick was buried to he hilt, his balls swinging down between the opened thighs and his belly tight against the hillocks of the girl's ass.
Fascinated, Lauralee edged nearer, her eyes fastened upon the lascivious joining of the sexual organs. So close, she could make out each curling pussy hair, and every matching coil of the darker hair around her son's stem. The prick moved back, shining with the lubricating juices of Bettina's velvety cunt, and the girl's lips clung jealously to the withdrawing meat.
As Robbie plunged it back into the shuddering vagina, Lauralee couldn't help herself. She stroked his ass, his back, while her face remained very close to her son's tenderly moving cock, to the rhythmic swinging of his balls. She could smell the exotic aroma of the girl's aroused snatch, and her mouth watered.
Lauralee kissed her son's thigh, then turned her head to plant the same caress upon Bettina. Her had crept out to catch the pendulum sack of Robbie's testicles, and she held it softly while his prick moved back and forth, slid in and out. Letting go of his balls, she turned suddenly upon her back and moved her legs toward to head of the bed, twisting her body until she was facing up and positioned so she could thrust her head between Bettina's spread knees and against Robbie's.
Staring up, she watched the boy's rod working greasily into the damp pussy lips, and at every long stroke his balls brushed her forehead. Anything was all right for them to do, she recalled; everything was possible, it there was only willingness and need. So Lauralee opened her lips and sucked her son's sack into them, rolling her head gently with the continuing movement as he kept fucking.
It was nice, holding the knotted machinery that created the precious semen, but it still wasn't enough. Lifting her head a little, she released the boy's balls and instead ran her tongue along the underside of his thrusting prick. Lauralee could taste the fragrant oils of Bettina's open cunt then, and kept working her tongue up and forward until she found the vibrant pussy lips themselves. This was the place, she thought ecstatically, here exactly where the strong cock was gliding into the stretched labia, so tasty and delicious.
Robbie's balls moved over her nose and cheeks, and Lauralee probed Bettina's shivering vulva, knowing the flavors of prick and pussy alike, relishing the steamy miasma that was like perfumed fog around her. She probed for and discovered the clitoral hood, and added her licking tongue tot he pressure of Robbie's pistoning meat, teasing his cock and the leaping clit at the same moment.
Bettina jerked wildly, rocking her trim ass from side to side, and Lauralee could hear the girl moan throatily. Robbie was also reacting violently, his strokes becoming more and more convulsive each time he submerged the enlarged bud of his shaft to its fullest. Blissfully, Lauralee licked and tapped, her mouth opened wide and her lips stretched, wishing she could take in both their organs, but savoring every rapturous wiggle they made as a result of her tantalizing ministrations.
She was with them when they came, exulting in their heaving orgasm because she was a vital part of it, she was giving both her beautiful lovers more pleasure than they could get alone.
Her son's testicles bucked as they released the pressure of their treasured juices, and Lauralee groaned as she realized that the boy's creamy liquid was streaming forcefully into the blazing cavity whose clit she was tormenting with her tongue. Bettina rocked and churned her ass, and Robbie's thrusting shuddered to a halt. Lauralee continued to lick furiously against his embedded meat and into the girl's seething pussy, her tongue flicking and lashing for their chemical blending, the fuse for their tremendous explosion, and she dug her tongue hungrily into the flexing, quaking cunt.
But Lauralee sensed that Bettina was weakening; the girl's willowy thighs sagged, and the knees were trembling. With regret, she slid from between them, to lie panting upon her back, licking at her lips. She saw Bettina collapse upon her belly, saw the boy's hard prick snap from the juicy clenching of that golden vagina. The head was still leaking a creamy flow of semen, a pearly string of glistening come that dribbled down his now upright shaft to wet the brown moss of his crotch.
"Mom, oh Mom," he said, "that was the greatest. I thought the head of my prick was going to blow off!"
And Bettina gasped into the pillow, "Yeah – it was so wild, I couldn't stand it. That's something my mother never did to us, or daddy either. You're teaching us something, too."
Smiling, Lauralee closed her eyes. It was wonderful to give such happiness, to give so freely of herself, even when she wasn't receiving stimulation in return.
And purely from reflex, she had shown the kids a new trick, passed along a different sensation that had thrilled both of them tremendously. Lauralee was proud of herself for that; her instincts were right, and she would allow them to guide her from now on, whichever direction they might take.
She felt her son relaxing upon the bed and knew that he would require at least a short rest. That was all right; she wasn't in any hurry, and they had the entire night ahead of them. Robbie would soon be horny to get back into his mother's pussy with tongue and prick, and Bettina would join them, one way or another.
The girl's parents hadn't licked into their joined organs, but Mr. and Mrs. Hartmann had probably done just about everything else with these highly sensuous teenagers. Lauralee corrected herself; Chris and Jessica; if she was going to fuck the man, she ought to be thinking of him by his first name, anyhow. And the woman – there would no doubt be some intriguing, thrilling love to be shared with Jessica, also.
Lauralee caressed her breasts, fingering the rigid nipples while she squeezed her thighs together and rolled her ass just a bit. There would be so much to see – a father screwing his daughter; the girl eating greedily into her mother's mature pussy; Robbie pumping his powerful young cock into his mother-in-law; the man and wife fucking each other.
As she felt her son's hand moving over her pulsing mound, Lauralee thought that she was eagerly looking forward to the next day, and to meeting her new lovers-to-be.