Unknown - Mom_s in on the marriage

They gasped together, and her lean legs passed slowly down along her son's tensed thighs. For a long, throbbing moment, she cuddled him, crushing her aching tits against his hairless chest and running her hot tongue into the boy's ear. Forcing herself then, Lauralee struggled away from him, using the recently learned flip of her pelvis that snapped his dripping cockhead from the steamy confines of her flooded box.

Robbie rolled off her trembling body, and came wobbling to his knees. She stared at her greatest lover and tried to get herself together, to send him on the errand that would make a big change in their lives, one way or another. The change might not be for the better.

But the boy moved crab-like up the bed and took her head in his hands, poking the leaking head of his prick at her face. "Suck it off," he said softly, "clean off my prick with your tongue, because I know you want to."

She did want to; Lauralee always hated to see a single precious drop of that enchanted fluid go to waste outside her body. Greedily, she wrapped her mouth around that oozing knob and sucked avidly upon it, draining the final vestiges of semen from it's hidden little tube.

Sighing then, he sank back and swung his legs off the bed. Looking back over his shoulder at her, Robbie said, "I'll take the car and see if I can talk him into coming back with me, even if I have to lie like hell to him. How are you going to handle him, Mom?"

Lauralee shook her head. "I just don't know; not yet. When I see him, I'll just have to sort of play it by ear. He might not want me, and I'm not certain about how to prepare him about us, about you and me and Bettina; and the others, too. I was a virgin until I married your father, and you were the first other man I ever fucked. He – well; something will happen."

Nodding, the boy stood up. "I'll warn off the others, for a little while; then I have an idea for Daddy."

Moving swiftly, he scooped up jeans and teeshirt and was gone from her room, from the bedroom she had shared with his father only, before she started fucking other men and women. Lauralee lay there until she heard the car motor in the driveway, then made herself up and go into the bathroom.

Her hands shook as she did unnecessary thing to her hair, as she touched her armpits and the valley between her breasts with fresh perfume. She felt uneasy and excited, as she once had felt when readying herself for a date with her major boyfriend – the man she'd married. Would Marshall have put on weight, had his hair thinned a little? More important, what would he think of her?

Other men could be maddened by her pliant, amorous body; women were also turned on by her high, nicely firm breasts and sleek legs; both sexes adored the fluid surgings of her luxurious pussy and the things she had learned to do with her mouth and tongue. But just knowing that she had succumbed to being fucked by Robbie and Chris, that she had shared her love with Bettina and Jessica, might very well turn Marshall off, for keeps.

Lauralee sighed and smoothed the semi-transparent hangings of her negligee. If it did, then she had lost no more than was already missing from her life, and she could mark 'closed' the file of her marriage forever. After a final check of her face in the mirror, she slid her feet into furry scuffs and went into the living room, deciding against donning a robe. Marshall might just as well get a good look at her as she truly was, a woman unashamed of her own body and reasonably sure of its powers.

She fretted through a cup of coffee that cloyed the top of her mouth, rinsed the cup and put it away. Then Lauralee said the hell with it and poured herself a drink. Out at parties with her husband, she had managed to nurse a weak drink most of the evening, and only took two, at most. Now she didn't mind a jolt or three, to loosen things up; another surprise for Marshall.

Oh Lord, she thought; what a miserable, uptight woman she had been, clicking off all her little pat answers as to what was right and what was grievously wrong, and never imagining that she could be mistaken in anything. It was a wonder that Marshall put up with her for so long. He must have loved her.

Lauralee had another drink, sipping it slower this time, and wandered about the room, at last slipping one of Robbie's soft rock tapes into the deck. The primitive beat echoed a throbbing within her body, and she felt an anticipatory tingling, the rising of her nipples against the delicate, whispery material of her gown.

Marshall wouldn't refuse her; she would damned well see to that much. She would show him what a tempestuous, volatile woman she had become, demonstrate all her newly acquired skills in ways he couldn't resist. Then, after she had fucked him down to a limp nub, after she had drained the semen from his balls in the furious wildness she was now capable of, then if he was able to walk out on her he didn't deserve all she could give him, and the hell with him.

Swaying to the music, rocking her svelte hips from side to side, Lauralee dampened her lush lips with a pink tongue and waited.

When she heard a rattle at the front door Lauralee flinched and quickly finished her drink. A pulse hammered in her throat and she felt her tummy jumping. With an effort, she made herself be calm, even though she knew she didn't have any idea what she was going to say to Marshall. Maybe he hadn't been home; maybe Robbie couldn't find him.

But suddenly there he was, standing uncertainly in the entrance to the living room where he'd once watched ball games on TV and napped after a hard day. Lauralee's breath hung in her throat; he hadn't changed at all. He was still tall and wide at the shoulders, and Marshall hadn't put on a belly, didn't seem an ounce beyond his usual two hundred pounds. His hair was still light brown and unruly, and his hazel eyes were nervous.

Why, she thought, he's as scared as I am, and stood up to move undulating toward him, holding out her hand. "Hello, Marshall. It's so good to see you."

Behind his father, Robbie murmured about having to go down the street. He winked at her before slipping away to leave them alone, and there was a world of meaning in the gesture.

"Lauralee," Marshall said in his deep voice. "I didn't expect – and when Robbie said you insisted on seeing me…"

Warm and strong, his hand closed over her own, and Lauralee clung to it. "I wanted you to see ME," she said. "I've changed, Marshall."

His eyes swept over her long body, taking in the diapbanous negligee and the way it clung to the molding of her breasts, how it snuggled to her hips and dipped in beguilingly at her crotch.

"Yeah," he said. "You look different, somehow."

She led him to the bar and brushed her hip against his thigh when she went around to pour him a drink. "Do I look sexy?"

He nodded, then frowned. "But you always did. It was like icing on a cake, but empty inside; no goodies beyond the froth."

Lauralee leaned over the bar top and the gown fell apart to give him a good look at her breasts. "I didn't know, Marshall. Now I do. Here's to knowing."

Drinking hurriedly, he said, "I don't know what the hell this is all about, why you're coming on like this, and…"

She tossed down her own bourbon and slid back around the bar. Whipping off the filmy negligee, she stood with her legs apart and her arms out from her sides. "This," she said throatily. "This is what it's all about, Marshall – me. You AND me. Look at me; I'm aching for you; my nipples are so stiff they hurt, and my pussy is wiggling inside. I want to fuck you, Marshall – right now."

Stunned, he could only stare in disbelief at her transition, at the words she used, at the nakedness she had always kept hidden from him before. Lauralee moved to him and picked up his hands to cup them against her tits, holding them in place while her belly rolled suggestively and her mouth reached for his.