Unknown - Mom_s in on the marriage

She knew the exact moment when Bettina came, and rocked the darling girl lovingly in her arms as the tiny ass bucked in hectic spasms. Robbie was coming, too, she thought; the boy's scrotum was shuddering; all that creamy richness was spewing into the childlike vagina, drenching it with his bubbling juices.

But Robbie sensed that his mother craved to share that ultimate moment, and pulled his spitting cockhead from his wife's wringing pussy. Lauralee gasped as she felt the downpour of her son's semen, the splattering of the oystery fluid that rained upon her own cunt lips and soaked her pussy hairs. They were both being rewarded with the fluids of the boy's wondrous balls, his some purling inside and our of Bettina's shivering cunt, and smearing itself into Lauralee's pulsating box. She loved him for his thoughtfulness, and her ass twisted as the starchy rivulet oozed down the crack of her excited ass.

"You're both dripping with my come," Robbie said. "Both my beautiful fuckable cunts are all milky with my semen – my mother's pussy and wife's pussy. That's the sexiest thing I've ever seen."

Sighing, Bettina disengaged herself rom the tangle, rolling from Lauralee's body and off to one side. "Don't let it all get soaked up," Lauralee heard the girl say. "Here, baby – let me scoop some of it into my hand…"

Lauralee started to move, bringing her legs together as she felt her son backing from between them. Bettina nudged her hip. "Roll on over, darling – onto your belly, and bring your knees under your body, so your ass pokes up. You want it like this, don't you?"

"Yes, yes, yes!" Lauralee moaned, and realized why the girl had collected the semen. It was to lubricate the head of Robbie's cock, so that it would be easier to get into the tightness of her tube. She was panting against her folded arms when she felt warm, greasy fingers working the lguey stuff into the rim of her asshole, and a violent thrill pierced her, all the way up to her throat.

Then her son's sudsy knob was at the hairy ring, his hands braced upon the cheeks of her ass, his knees between her own. "Take it easy, Mom," he said from behind her. "Relax as much as you can and stay loose; don't tighten down on me, and it'll go fine."

Closing her eyes, Lauralee waited, her pulses racing insanely. Would it hurt? Could it feel as good as that fleeting moment when, in the squirming heat of passion, someone had slipped a finger into her anus? The slippery tip of her son's glans pressed into the equally greasy knot of her asshole, pushing tenderly. And slowly, every so slowly, the reluctant circle began to give, to stretch.

"Easy," he murmured, "just hang loose, baby. The cockhead is going in you – and wow! It's really hot and tight in there."

She felt it; she knew the strange, almost frightening sensation and fought to keep from tightening. Inch by exploring inch, the boy's spongy, hard-cored bulb eased into her ass, and suddenly the length of his stiff prick slid up, up, and his balls settled into the parted vee of her thighs, his pelvis against her cheeks.

It was in her; her son's beloved cock was really IN her ass. Lauralee wiggled upon it, testing, experimenting, and her pussy contracted below.

"It-it's fabulous," she groaned. "Oh, I can't believe it, Robbie; you have your sweet prick buried all the way into my ass."

Stroking her cheeks, he began to move back and forth, very gently and slowly, taking great care not to hurt her. Lauralee didn't give a damn if he did hurt her; anything that happened within her narrow hose would be a wanton rapture, and she slid around upon the meat socked so firmly inside her tail.

Her nipples dug into the carpet, and she liked the small pain. Every tender stroke he made into her impaled body was a loving movement, and she could feel the juices of her cunt oozing from her labia to wet her thighs. Flames seared her vagina and her asshole was wiggling steam hose; Robbie pumped more strongly into it, and she could hear his breath, harsh and uneven in his throat. He was fucking his mother from behind, sticking that young boy meat into his mommy's ass, taking the cherry there that no man or woman had ever touched. She exulted in what she was able to give him like this.

Rolling her ass, Lauralee lifted her tits from the rug and dug her fingers into it, arching her back, swaying her hips and taking him, loving him, backing fiercely into him while her cunt leaped and trembled as her maddened clitoris tried to break out of its hood. Robbie bent over her, reaching down and around to take hold of her swinging tits, his pelvis grinding hungrily into the soft pillow of her ass.

Without warning, his cockhead flexed to spray a burning rain of come into her tubing, and he squeezed her breasts as he let go. Lauralee churned her ass around his meat, coming and coming as he sagged.

By pushing and pulling, Bettina had managed to get them to roll over onto their sides, and Lauralee clamped down with the cheeks of her ass so that Robbie's hard meat would be held trapped within the rubbery ring of her tube. The girl had gone after he dripping cunt as if it were a hairy pie and she was starved for its creamy sweets. She'd eaten and lapped furiously, and Lauralee soon convulsed in one climax after another, until she could stand it no longer, and begged off.

When she staggered to her feet and made it to the bar, she looked back to see her son and his bride locked in sixty-nine, Robbie's face buried in the honey-blonde mound between Bettina's slim thighs, the girl sucking lustily upon his softened rod. Lauralee splashed bourbon into a glass and downed it straight; after the shot quit burning her tummy she had another, drinking this one more slowly, letting its strength and warmth spread throughout her drained body.

Oh Lord, she thought; it might not be long before Chris came back with his wife, and here she was, all fucked out. Each of her orgasms had been shattering, and now every small movement of her body sent flaming lances of sensitivity screaming along her nerve ends. Could she stand another series, yet another different, horny coupling? Lauralee wasn't at all certain as she finished her second shot of liquor.

Feeling better then, more up, she straightened her back and took several deep breaths. Maybe she was truly getting old, and wouldn't be able to keep up with her much younger lovers.

But minutes later, when she climbed down, Lauralee saw that both the kids were asleep, their heads snuggled into each other's lower bellies. They looked calm and beautiful like that; she smiled down upon them and walked slowly back down the hall to her own bed. Stretched there, she closed her eyes and watched the pictures forming against the lids. A little rest, she thought; a bit of complete relaxation, and she would again be available.

Warmly, she slipped into drowsiness. Surely now she had been fucked in all possible ways one man could put it to her! There were no more holes left for a cock to explore, not by itself. She wondered if it was humanly possible for a woman to get two pricks into her vagina at the same time. Chris' big meat packed her own cunt fully, and there wouldn't be room for another.

Maybe, just maybe, two slender shafts like Robbie's might be able to squeeze in there, side by side. But Lauralee didn't know of another cock like her son's. She could be reaching too far afield, she realized. It would be more than enough excitement simply to be stuffed with one up her ass and another bulging within the slippery folds of her stimulated vagina.

And one in the mouth? Like that, she would be the centerpiece for three men, binding them together through the juicy hotness of her flesh, giving each of them, all of them, the completeness of orgasm. IT would be very nice, she thought fuzzily, and turned over on the bed to snuggle against her pillow. It might take some planning and a bit of physical contortion, but Lauralee was sure she could somehow manage it.