Unknown - Mom_s in on the marriage

"Ahh," she moaned, "ahh, yes, my darlings, my pair of wonderful lovers, my two beautifully hard pricks – this is fantastic! It's so-so…" and words failed Lauralee in the sweet and hungry violence of such powerfully unleashed emotion.

Below her, Chris moved experimentally, and when Robbie tried a tentative stroke, their rhythm was jerky, uncertain.

"No," Lauralee said. "Let me do it all. Just lie still, Chris; and Robbie darling – you keep your cock buried in your mom's ass, without even wiggling."

She had to improvise a new motion, a lifting, squirming and slow thrust that caused her flesh to glide back and forth upon both their embedded cocks.

She was slippery within, her pussy filled with lubricating jelly and her ass greased by the cream her son had used so copiously upon his lovely, swollen knob. Every small movement was doubly intensified, and her clitoris began to leap, sending hot thrills darting through her hunching, grinding body.

Chris' hands were turned palm up, to basket her tits; Robbie held to the cheeks of her ass, to keep himself in balance. As she eased backward, she could feel the joining of their sacks, the young, downy container resting upon the more bulging, hairier scrotum below. There must be a special arousal in that, for both of them, she thought.

It was impossible to heave herself madly around, even though it was what she wanted to do. A sudden twitch too far, and one or the other of those exquisitely shaped pricks would slip from its hotly adoring hole and be lost to her, at least until it was fumbled back into its juicy nest.

So Lauralee fucked carefully, in slow, exceedingly sensuous grindings that barely moved the ballooned glans within her snatch and up her ass. But she was turning them on more and more; the man's hands trembled upon her breasts, and the boy's fingers dug into the silken mounding of her buttocks. She could hear the ragged gasping of their breaths, and feel the quick shudders begin to wrack their tensed bodies.

For herself, she had never know such filling, this fabulous packing of her most intimate openings, this dedicated and bewitched love.

Before Lauralee realized what was happening, she came. She crested with a convulsive and honeyed beauty that seemed to spray meteors inside her vagina, sparkling bits of liquid flame that found a secret entrance to her asshole, and seared there, also.

They held to her, stayed hard inside her, but without trying to work themselves. Her mind spinning, Lauralee knew what a strain it must be on them, and struggled to be as lascivious, as devouring, as she possibly could. She used her double entrances in grinding wiggles, with spasmodic humps, feeling their combined balls lurching in echo.

"Uhhh!" her son grunted, and held more tightly to her gently churning ass.

Chris muttered deep in his throat, and the man's chest lifted with a reflexive raising of his crotch.

They were about to come; they were very close to ejaculating, and Lauralee hurried to help them, to join them in what had to be one of the most glorious sexual explosions of all times. Her clit thrummed, and she caught her breath, holding it when she felt the gush of her son's semen as it boiled foaming into the snug constriction of her bowels.

A split second later, Chris''s cockhead leaped and his entire club seemed to expand as the sizzling fury came roaring up from his testicles to spew like heated starch throughout her vagina.

Lauralee luxuriated in the loving torrents, in the spitting come, rolling her ass, her crotch swinging in wider arcs. And she clawed for her second orgasm, gritting her teeth in the tumult of a majestic coming.

There was an eternity passing then, a motionless, sun-blazed timelessness when their triangle melted one side into the other, and they were not three separate individuals, but a single entity, fused and welded and soldered. Lauralee was dazzled by a thousand upheavals, as if miniature volcanoes were continually erupting inside her flesh, but their lava as only tenderly searing.

Slowly, she became aware that other hands were passing over her skin, soft, feminine hands that were caressing her in wonder. She lifted her head from the hollow of Chris' throat, and saw the others – Jessica at her right, Bettina at her left side. They stroked her, and fondled the crotches of the men, cupping Robbie's scrotum, probing a dainty finger where Chris' meat was joined to the lips of Lauralee's pussy.

"Oh wow," the girl said in awe, "you really gave them a fucking. I wish my ass was big enough to take a cock that way."

And Jessica murmured, "Mine is, and it will. I just wish these guys had more pricks to use on us."

With care, Robbie started to back out of her anus, and Lauralee felt he son's weakness, the uncertainty of his legs. She knew he was spent by the force of his orgasm.

She moved back and down, when his meat was gone from her tube, sliding her breasts down the man's heaving chest until his cockhead left her snatch and instead trailed a sticky glob of semen between their bellies. Lauralee rolled over then, to lie between her son and this passionate husband of another woman, this horny daddy of the girl who was staring at them all.

Lauralee felt bigger than life.

They were gone – Chris and Jessica returning to their home, and taking their daughter with them temporarily, so Bettina could gather up her things. Of course she was going to move in with Lauralee and Robbie, but there would be much staying over at each family's home, for days and nights at a time, Lauralee knew.

In fact, the other couple would return before long; there were certain arrangements they had to make locking up their house, making business calls and the like. Lauralee was glad of some time for herself, for the chance to get things cleaned up and meals planned. And, she was happy to have an hour or so alone with her son.

He was in the shower now, using her bathroom instead of the other one, wanting to stay near her and share the things that had been her private domain, and Lauralee was glad for that. She knew a certain lassitude in her limbs, a good kind of tiredness that felt warm within her belly.

The kitchen was clean and the living room tidy, although not with the fantastic, dustproof cleanliness that had driven her before. Her own body had been freshened, her hair washed and fluffed with the dryer, and she lay relaxed upon her king-size bed clad in a pale pink negligee that caressed her skin with beguilingly sensuous draperies. Looking up at the ceiling, Lauralee smiled to herself. She felt so – so worldly now, experienced and adept at anything sexual, sure of her sensuous appeal and the power of her freed body.

But despite all her newfound confidence, Lauralee found herself thinking of her husband. It was strange that Marshall should come so often to her mind, that the memory of him and the unhappy times they shared would occupy so much of her thoughts. Sex had never been good with him, never exciting and stimulating only a distasteful duty to be suffered.

Even now it might be no different, she realized. Liberated as she was, there could still be a barrier of habit and dislike between them that no amount of habit and dislike between them that no amount of frenzy and pumped-up desire could eliminate. But – and Lauralee turned restlessly upon the bed – but something kept nagging at the back of her mind, an insistence that she had been at fault all throughout the marriage, and that Marshall at least deserved a chance.

Would he pay any attention to a call from her? She wasn't even sure the phone number she had was still good. Then what would she say to this man she hadn't seen for so long – Marshall, darling, please hurry on over, because I want to see if we can really fuck the way we should have been fucking, from our wedding night on?