Unknown - Mom_s in on the marriage

Another man, then – and it didn't matter what the size of his prick might be. Someone who would fit in with the easy, open swinging of these two families that had luckily combined into a single unit without jealousy and trouble. It might be difficult to find someone else who possessed the proper qualifications. Lauralee slept then, drifting in and out of warm dreams where she saw a long line of erectly throbbing cocks, where she saw them spurt at the same moment, firing geysers of milky juices high into the air…

She slid into the silver rain, bathing in the hot, soapy fluid, feeling it greasy upon her skin and between her legs, feeling the marvelous richness, the thrilling thick syrup, lifting her face to taste it upon her tongue. It was gently against her face, and she was swimming in semen…

Lauralee's eyes fluttered open. The warmth against her was real, but not liquid; it was plumply rounded and softly resilient, shaped and modelled into hillocks and valleys. She smelled perfume and felt the feathery brush of silken hair against her nude shoulder. Gentle hands began to stroke her flesh, roaming over her belly to linger upon her breasts. Light fingers teased her nipples into aware erection. Hot breath stirred against the back of her neck.

The voice was satiny, whispering. "I just couldn't wait not after hearing all about you, Lauralee."

"J-Jessica?"

"Yes. You feel so wonderful, tall and lean and willowy; your skin is very smooth. I sneaked in here in the dark, but would you mind turning on the light, dear? I want to see this paragon my husband and daughter and Robbie have been praising to the skies."

Fumbling over the nightstand, Lauralee found the bedlamp and switched it on. She blinked against the light, and turned back to face the woman she had never met, this woman who was lying naked in bed with her.

They stared at each other. Lauralee saw a ripely rounded body, the skin tranluscently pale, with big, pillow tits whose red tips lifted like overgrown cherries. The hips were lush, full and richly curved, and there between abundant thighs nestled a flaming bush of pubic hair, red as the sun. Only then did Lauralee glance up at the face smiling crinkled at her. Jessica Hartmann was cute; her cheeks were plump and she wore her naturally red hair long and loose. There were laugh lines at the corners of her blue eyes.

"Hey," Jessica murmured. "They were right; you're really a lovely woman, built like a magazine fashion model, but a lot more real and healthy."

Lauralee grinned back. It would be easy to be friends with this woman, even if they hadn't already shared sex with each other's lovers. She said, "Thank you, Jessica. You're beautiful; I can see where Bettina got her looks."

"And her sexiness," the woman said. "Only I wasn't so sure about that – until your son proved it to me. That boy is some kind of horny young stud."

"I think so, too," Lauralee agreed. "Tell me – do they ever sort of burn you out, make you tired?"

Jessica laughed, throwing back her head; her boobs jiggled like milky globes. "Sure they do. But I take a bath and a nap and eat something, and I'm ready to make it some more. It just takes a little getting used to, that's all. Don't fret, dear; we all run out of gas from time to time – but what fun it is, getting pumped up again!"

Daringly, Lauralee leaned forward and touched the beguiling nipples. "So big and gorgeous," she whispered. "Your skin is flawless, Jessica. Robbie must have been splitting his jeans, every time he looked at you. Any man with testicles can't help raising a hardon."

The woman stopped laughing, and a slinky hot light flared in her eyes. "Just what I was thinking about you," she purred. "But there's no reason men should have all the fun."

Lauralee fingered the intriguing, rubbery points of the melon tits. "You're right, of course." She moved closer, and fitted the length of her slender body to the heated fullness of the other woman's. The rich breasts were as soft as they looked, giving, cushioning against her own. The smooth belly trembled, and the springy cunt hair was padded as her own mound reached into it.

Jessica's mouth was softer than rosebuds and scented with eager springtimes; the tongue was quick and artful, her teeth small and eager. Lauralee wrapped her arms around this new and infinitely pleasing body, aroused by knowing her son had fucked the pussy surging against her vulva, that he had sucked it. There was extra stimulation in knowing she had ridden the husbandly prick that had screwed this woman thousands of times.

Others had eaten into this sensuously churning mound – Robbie, Chris, the woman's own fantastically sexy young daughter. Now it could be Lauralee's; she could know its flowing sweetness and the lunging of its velvet depths as she tormented the clitoris with questing tongue and suctioning lips.

"Ahh," Jessica sighed as they broke the kiss, and moved first to shift the angle of her ripe body. Her mouth fastened greedily upon Lauralee's nipple while her hands tenderly kneaded both tits. The soft lips were searing, working their way damply down Lauralee's rib cage, the small teeth nipping delicately at tummy skin and her tongue going furiously, as if the flavor of Lauralee's skin was something intoxicating.

"I want – I want to eat you, too," Lauralee gasped, but Jessica had already plunged her face between Lauralee's quivering thighs. The shock of that first contact raced through her, and her pelvis jerked upward, presenting the urgency of her hairy crotch to this new and hungry mouth.

Jessica ate pussy differently than her daughter; she was just as skilled in the application of her tongue, but there was more hunger to it, a fiercer need. She spread her mouth wide, and sucked powerfully, dragging Lauralee's pussy lips against her teeth. Her tongue pumped vigorously in and out, as if it was a short, wet cock, and Lauralee wriggled upon it, reaching down to caress the woman's hair as her ass rolled from side to side and her pelvis humped.

A strange and beautiful woman was delving lasciviously into her vagina, almost snarling as she tried to devour the tender lining, pounding her stiffened tongue deep and curling it back.

Panting, Lauralee hissed: "Eat it as savagely as you want to, Jessica! Chew my pussy and lap it like a puppy dog – suck my cunt and swallow the juice – oh! Oh, you wonderful bitch – ahh, yes! Ooh – I've fucked your husband and eaten your daughter's snatch – ah! I've sucked your husband's prick and drained all the semen from his balls, and Chris has shoved his tongue in my cunt just as you're doing now – ahh! Ooh, that's wild, darling!"

Swivelling her ass furiously, Lauralee clung to the woman's head and ground her crotch into the ravenous mouth, bucking her clit into the wet teeth and bringing her long thighs together like a silken trap. She was close, so close, and that tongue was driving her right out of her fucking skull…

But it suddenly stopped. Lauralee arched her back and squeezed her thighs against the stilled head, but there was no more; she was left teetering upon the very brink of a magnificent culmination, and she felt cheated. "Jessica – what's the matter? What's wrong?"

Opening her eyes then, she saw the woman's reason for hesitating. There on the bed, poised behind his wife's upthrust and shining ass, was Chris Hartmann. Lauralee hadn't even heard him come into the room, or felt the difference his weight made upon the bed.

Looming chunky and wide, hairy-chested and taut, the man was maneuvering his swollen cockhead into his wife's scarlet-mossed mound from behind. Feeling the spongy thrust, Jessica had been startled for a moment, but now Lauralee felt the slippery tongue stabbing, lancing again and again into the vibrancy of her clit. Jessica had recognized the shape of her husband's knob, and was squirming in obvious delight as the man fed his meat up into her clenching slot.