Unknown - Mom_s in on the marriage

"Beautiful," the girl whispered, "and according to Robbie, you haven't even looked at a man since you were divorced – or a woman, either. All that long, sinuous body going to waste, and these lovely tits – not big, but shaped so well."

Lauralee tried, even though her body was weak and she couldn't get her mind to track properly. "Bettina, please – you mustn't…"

"Between those porn movies and the screwing I just had, I'm already turned on," Bettina said, cupping both breasts now and kissing Lauralee's throat, "but you turn me on more. How about that? I'm suddenly hot for my mother-in-law."

"N-no," Lauralee whispered, but the girl was suddenly between her knees and the ripe young mouth was reaching up for her own. The quick wet tongue was thrusting into her weak lips, and there was a hand, a strange, very soft hand caressing her mound.

She felt firm breasts crushing her own, and a silken vulva burning into her own, and the motel room spun dizzily as her tongue met Bettina's, as their panting breaths mixed. Lauralee knew that she was lost.

Somehow, clinging for support to the girl, Lauralee made it to the bed, and it gave sensuously beneath her collapsing body, rolling as if it, too, had come alive and was turned giving and resilient.

Lauralee was panting, biting her lips, and there was a fierce struggle going on within her head. She was confused, frightened, ashamed, the emotions whirling and changing in swift patterns, but always the strong one came to the fore – that new, overpowering hunger. Two violent orgasms had only whetted that strange appetite, not slaked it.

She was hot; oh Lord, she was hot. Fiery lances of passions seared her tensed flesh and stabbed deep within her aroused vagina. It was all wrong; what she was feeling had to be obscene and unlawful, and-and…

But Bettina's hands were fondling her breasts, and the girl's spicy mouth was nibbling at her throat. Her daughter-in-law's hands were roaming, caressing, one of them stroking the dampened moss of Lauralee's vulva, the other fondling hips and thighs, and she was helpless beneath those knowing touches.

She found herself revelling in the satiny flesh squirming against her own, in the kisses Bettina was showering upon her skin. She dared to put her arms around the slim, warm body. That stunned but yet logical part of her mind insisted that what she was doing was taboo, that this lovely girl was now a member of her own family. Lauralee's body refused to listen, and her lean belly was sliding avidly across the girl's.

"Such beautiful tits," Bettina murmured. "They're as firm as mine, but darker, and wonderfully sculptured. Oh, I love them."

Lauralee gasped when the girl kissed her nipples, when she felt a finger working its way expertly up into the already flowing lips of her vagina. Then Bettina closed her hot mouth over one tip, and Lauralee arched in swift response. Her former husband had kissed her breasts, but never like this, never so deftly and lasciviously, never lifting such sparks of prompt desire within her body.

She wiggled slightly upon the finger embedded within her sheath, and Bettina promptly probed the clitoral hood to tease the center of all feeling. Closing her eyes, Lauralee gave up fighting anything, and allowed her body to take over, to respond on its own, without direction on her part. She didn't know what to do, anyway. She knew only that Bettina felt marvelous in her arms, that she felt tenderness and gentleness, and a great, pervasive craving.

The girl's hot mouth was slipping farther down her body, the wet, tickly tongue drawing a fiery trail over her rib cage, then down to her quaking tummy.

"A crazy pussy, too," Bettina whispered. "All that cunt hair, so rich and black, so deep. It's steaming, Lauralee."

Lauralee jerked uncontrollably when she felt hot breath blowing into the edge of her pubic hair, when she learned the flicking caress of that educated tongue. Now Bettina's hands were firmly gripping her thighs, spreading them wider, and her drilling tongue burrowed its way into the shaggy hair.

Now it thrust deep into the fur, and strongly against her labia, sending a shock wave throughout Lauralee's straining body. Her vulva quivered, and she gasped when the girl's tongue delved through the lips and into the pulsing wet cavity itself. She had never felt anything like it, never even imagined the sensuous contact or the spiralling thrills that shot up into her vagina.

Then Bettina was shoving her entire face into Lauralee's crotch, forcing her mouth to cover the shuddering cunt lips, and sucking – oh Lord, sucking! Colors flashed before her eyes, and keening sounds hissed through her clenched teeth. Oh no – it just couldn't be happening to her, she couldn't be letting this occur.

But she was and it was, and her entire aching body was glorying in the experience, wriggling and heaving, and the nipples of her breasts were so rigid they felt as if they might snap off. Her thighs moved together, caressing the honey-blonde head between them, and Bettina's hands fondled the uptilting cheeks of Lauralee's ass.

ASS, she thought; not buttocks, but ASS, and the honesty of the word was good inside her head. She rolled her ass and surged her pelvis, forcing her pussy lips deeper into the eagerly gulping mouth fastened so greedily to them. The girl's tongue darted and curled, acting like a small penis within the satin folding of the sheath, and Lauralee revelled in the magic sensations that were flooding her being.

The girl was almost her own daughter, but she was sexy and experienced, and she was driving Lauralee almost insane with rapture. Ecstasy raced through her belly, through her pussy, oh yes, her CUNT, and that was wonderful, too.

Bettina moaned into the churning pussy, and Lauralee clamped down with her thighs, imprisoning the girl's face, trying to draw it completely into her inflamed vagina. Bettina licked hotly, finding the vibrant clitoris and tantalizing it until Lauralee bucked wildly. When the girl pulled the nubbin into her teeth and worried it, Lauralee went completely mad.

White-hot explosions burst within her seething pussy, and her asshole drew into a knot. With her belly heaving and her back arching, Lauralee twisted upon the marvelous impalement of that ravenous mouth. She cried out some wordless sound of joy, and dug her long fingernails into the girl's thick hair, humping and thrusting shamelessly into her mouth, against those teeth, into the devious whirlings of that superbly trained tongue.

It was magnificent. Her flesh convulsed and her pussy contracted. She went into a frenzy of grindings and pumpings, moaning and gasping for breath. There had never been anything like this in Lauralee's life, never anything so masterfully beautiful, and she let herself go limp in the powerful backwash of her tremendous orgasm.

Dimly, she was aware that Bettina had lifted that adoring mouth from her pussy, and she felt the girl kissing a slow and teasing path back up her supine body. But Lauralee couldn't move. The warm, soft lips edged to her breast and lingered there while the slippery tongue played over the aching nipple.

Lauralee stirred, coming slowly back to herself as her young daughter-in-law kissed her throat. She caressed the girl's sleek body, her fingers gradually learning the silken texture of the flawless skin and the shaping of the delectable buttocks.

Then the enchanted mouth was softly pressing her own, the oily tongue penetrating her mouth, and Lauralee accepted it happily even as she realized that she was being given a taste of her own pussy juices. Her pulses thundered anew at the thought, and she found herself sucking upon Bettina's tongue.

The girl was locked firmly between her spread thighs now, and Lauralee knew the wondrous softness of a humid pussy being forced against her own. Just as the two actors had done on TV, she thought dizzily, and it was working; she could feel the pressure as Bettina sought to rub their clits together. Her long, lean legs raised themselves and curled around the slim body, so that she could help, so she could draw the beautiful girl closer.