Unknown - Mom_s in on the marriage

Her eyes opened as her son, THEIR son, came glowing from the shower, walking slim and proud in his arrogant sensuality, his beautiful penis swinging softly between slender thighs. It was shrivelled now, but Lauralee knew that a mere touch could bring that glorious young meat springing erect again.

Inside her head, she addressed her husband again: you see, Marshall, I've learned how to screw by balling our son. Oh yes; I've fucked him in every way possible, and what do you think of that?

"Mom," Robbie said, sitting naked upon the side of the bed, "you look terrific, all sultry and kind of smooth. You also look thoughtful. Not worried about anything, are you?"

Lauralee put one hand lightly upon her son's bare thigh. "Darling, you don't know exactly where your father is, do you?"

He glanced away. "Yeah, I do. I-I've been keeping in touch with him. Dad is still in town, and before you ask – he hasn't married again."

She stroked his thigh, her fingertips barely touching the marvelous softness of his pubic hair, so brown and curly. "How'd you know I was going to ask you that?"

Robbie turned slightly toward her. "I guess we've both been thinking about him a lot – and maybe worrying a little bit."

"Because of you and me," Lauralee said, and now her fingers wondered over the yielding softness of her son's flaccid prick. When he was so close, she couldn't help touching him there, could not resist fondling the adorable boyish cock that meant so very much to her. "I know, dear. It all depends upon how he takes it, learning about our fucking. But he can't really complain, since I'm not his wife anymore."

His shaft began to stretch, lengthening and growing rounder, the lovely dark pink head spreading like a meaty blossom. Robbie said, "I guess you want him back with us, as much as I do. So we're just going to have to take the chance that Dad won't freak out about his kid fucking his wife – his ex-wife."

Lauralee caressed the expanding meat, realizing that she would never get enough of its sweet hardness and eager beauty, that screwing her own son meant more to her than fucking anyone else, in whatever wildly stimulating combination. If Marshall couldn't accept that fact, then her former husband would have to return to the limbo where their divorce had relegated him. And that would be too bad; she was really interested in him now.

As she had always been, she admitted. There had been something every good between them, at the beginning, before sex had turned them against each other. Marshall had tried so hard, but perhaps he had also been uptight in his own way, too brutish and demanding for the frightened girl she had been then. For years now, Lauralee had accepted his going, even though she had been so damned lonely. So, if Marshall Jergens was shown how much she had changed, and given the opportunity was shown how much she had changed, and given the opportunity to taste her new, fiery flavors, and STILL turned them down because of his shock or disgust, then the fault would no longer be hers. She would never stop fucking Robbie – never.

"All right, baby," she murmured. "You can contact your father. But later; after you and I have had ourselves a long, easy fuck, just the two of us."

Tilting her head, Lauralee rubbed her cheek into the boy's crotch, feeling his pubic hair against her face, knowing the rigid erectness of his enticing shaft that seemed to be covered with the smoothest velvet. Unfurling her tongue, she drew it around the stem of Robbie's cock, then worked it lingeringly upward along the veined staff, finally to bathe the throbbing cockhead.

Just before closing her lips over the pulsing knob, she whispered, "Oh, how I love your prick, darling. It's the sweetest, loveliest cock in the entire world."

Stroking her hair, he murmured down to her: "And I dig having you eat it, Mom. But please don't make me come. Just roll my cockhead around in your hot mouth for a little while. I don't want to blow off down your throat right now. I'd rather fuck you, get back into your deep, rich pussy."

So Lauralee only curled her tongue a few times around that succulent bulb, only dipped her inner cheeks around it a bit, and drew it back to the satin cupping of her throat. Then she reluctantly let it go.

Urging her over onto her back, Robbie ran his hands warmly over her taut body, reassuring himself that her breasts were as firm and upthrusting as he'd learned them earlier, re-exploring the thick hair of her mound and gently touching the soft cunt lips that quivered beneath the mossy covering. He fondled the marble columns of her lean thighs, and passed one fingertip tenderly over the flinching knot of her anus.

She was rocking, palpitating, as eager as if this wonderful boy had never touched her before, as if this was the very first time she would know the hard, hungry thrusting of his young prick. Lauralee's pussy was wetting itself, getting ready for the meaty insertion, turning slippery and hot inside. He son groaned, and was suddenly between her spread thighs, hurrying the shove of his glans.

The exquisite cockhead popped into her cunt lips, popped on through the outer and inner labia to reach with a single, strong thrust up into the oiled sheath of her vagina. His hard prick nestled there within his mother's loving pussy, and Lauralee clenched it, nudging the tip of the knob witht he spongy shaping of her womb, feeling her pelvis tight against his, feeling the pliable sack of his testicles covering the cleft of her uplifted ass.

Slow and easy she thought ecstatically, gently and with wonder, and Lauralee rode that magnificently stiff meat with grinding twists that were hesitant and tender. "It-it's always fabulous," she panted. "Always the very best, my darling – my beautiful, stiff-cocked son. Fuck me lovingly, Robbie – fuck your mother deep and slow."

"Oh Mom, Mom – your pussy is the hottest, the richest – it's so juicy and wiggly, and the way your roll it around on my prick drives me crazy. Oh wow, wow! Daddy never had it this good from you, or he'd never have left us. You lay this crazy cunt on him just the way you're screwing me, and he'll never split again."

In a spreading, glowing rapture, she squirmed upon the deeply pistoning length of her boy's slender rod, and found herself thinking how Marshall's bigger, thicker shaft would feel inside her snatch. With a flash of insight she also realized how much Robbie wanted his mother and father to make it, how he craved to pump his hard cock into the same blazing cunt his daddy was fucking. It would make their screwing even better for the boy – and probably for her, also. Wrapping her long, supple legs around the small of his back, Lauralee picked up the beat of their screwing.

"Then pound your cock to me, baby!" she commanded. "Come in your mommy's pussy and go get your father. You can fuck me right after he does; you can slide your prick in on top of the big puddle of come your daddy will pump into my cunt, and mix your semen with his. That's what you really want, isn't it darling? You want to fuck the same pussy, to show your daddy that I love your cock as much as his."

"Y-yes!" Robbie grunted, slamming his rigid meat home now with savage strokes. "Oh yes, Mom! I want us both to fuck you and eat you, and you to go down on both our dripping pricks. I want to shove it up your tight ass while Daddy gets it into your cunt, the way we balled with Chris – uuhh! Mother – Mommy – you hot-assed bitch, you beautiful, horny cunt – her it COMES!"

His ejaculation geysered high into the shivering glove of her flexing vagina, the bubbling juice flying about her vaginal walls and inundating her cervix with greasy little oyster. Lauralee shuddered in her own frantic completion, her cunt seething and her crotch turned into a greedy basket of hair and flesh and fluid.