Unknown - Mom_s in on the marriage

Jerking and wiggling, her ex-husband tugged at her hair, but the pressure building to a frenzy within his testicles was too much for him. Lauralee felt the thunderous release of his come as his cockhead went off like a blasting cap. His semen ricocheted within her siphoning mouth, splattering into her throat and drenching her tongue, so that she had to swallow time and again, in order to catch her breath.

Perfect; it had been a magnificent climax for him, she knew; he was still drawn taut in a form of exquisite torture, his body arched and straining. Even Marshall's skin seemed to be twanging, and Lauralee continued to draw upon his oozing glans, to lap for a final sweet droplet of slippery juice. She held to his prick for a long time, adoring it gently, tenderly, until the last waves of his orgasm subsided and the man fell back, panting.

Marshall's overworked prick was already turning soft as she allowed the knob to slide from her lips with a final kiss. She craved to do so much more to him, go all over every quivering inch of his body, fuck him from every angle, draw his head between her own thighs and feed him the flowing honey of her cunt. But the poor man was all pooped out, at least for the moment, shaken and surfeited by more aggressive sex that she'd ever shown him before, possibly more than he'd ever experienced from any other woman.

Lauralee smiled her way back up his supine body, lingering to nuzzle his chest hair, pausing to tease each nipple with her teeth before progressing to his mouth. Forcing her tongue between his lips, she allowed Marshall to learn the flavors of his own semen.

"I missed having your sweet prick," she murmured. "I just didn't know how much, because I was so damned dumb, Marshall. But no more; no more. We'll do it all, darling; I'll make up for all the pain I caused you, all the frustration."

When she slid away from him and climbed to her feet, he blinked up at her, his eyes still a bit out of focus. "I still don't understand how or why you got turned on," he said as she sway-hipped to the bar to pour them more drinks. "But whatever – or whoever – did this to you, I'll be eternally grateful."

"Good," she said. "I feel the same way, but I wasn't so sure about your reaction. You won't be jealous, or shocked, or disgusted, if I tell you?"

Marshall sat up, his sated prick dropping to one side. "Well, I flgure you found some guy who taught you how to ball, really ball. I guess I ought to be jealous of him, because I never could find the right buttons to push."

Lauralee tilted the bottle of bourbon over their glasses and hesitated, frowning down at the amber liquid. Marshall had his own ethics, of course, his own brand of morality; would knowing that Robbie was the male who got her going upset him too much? It was possible; a couple of quick and passionate fuckings might not change that. Her frown deepened, because now that she had Marshall back she certainly didn't want to lose him again. There was so much she could share with him.

A shadow moved in the hallway and she glanced at it, to see Robbie hiding there and beckoning to her. Composing her face, she passed the whiskey to Marshall just as he struggled erect. "Be back in a moment," she said. "Little girl's room."

Catching Robbie at her own bedroom door, she hissed at him. "I don't think your father is ready to learn who…"

The boy cupped her tits. "Wow; what a fucking you gave Dad. He was really shaken up."

"Robbie…"

He cut in on her. "I've got the others tucked into my bedroom; brought them through the garage, just in case. I figure we ought to turn Bettina and Jessica loose on him, too – with you, of course. You three hot cunts should be able to change his mind about anything. He'll need to catch his breath some, but after that…"

She kissed her son on the mouth. "You're right, darling. Especially when your father discovers he's been fucking his own daughter-in-law in the orgy. Marshall won't have a comeback then; he'll HAVE to accept the fact that you and I are fucking. Wait until I feed him some more booze, and titillate him a bit, then send them in to us."

Smiling, she went to pee and hurried back to where her former husband was sitting slumped on a barstool. He brightened and straightened up when he saw her still nude, and rolling her sleek hips suggestively. "Thought maybe I'd been dreaming," Marshall said, "but I see you're for real."

She poured him another drink and saluted him. "More than you know, darling."

When the other two women came gliding down the hall, Marshall was high on bourbon, but drunker on sex and the renewing of his love. And by teasing and caressing him, Lauralee had managed to bring his cock to a semi-hardess once more, realizing where Robbie had inherited his staying power. For his age, Marshall was going to be one hell of a fine lover, able to screw often and for extended periods of time.

She had him on the couch, toying with his prick, and felt him jump when his eyes fell upon the strange women who were suddenly standing before him, naked and beautiful, their breasts high and proud, their hips undulating.

"W-what the hell…"

Lauralee steadied him, stroked his thighs and belly. "Don't get nervous, darling. Aren't they lovely? The girl is Bettina, and the redhead is Jessica; they're very good friends of mine. You might say they're part of the family."

She could sense the changes taking place within him, the alertness and desire leaping through his veins. Any man worth the name would be aroused by a pair of sensuous beauties like these, and Marshall came well equipped with balls. Lauralee murmured into his ear: "We're all yours, baby – all three of us, any way you want us."

Bettina led the way, the girl's small, shapely body gleaming golden as she kneeled between Marshall's spread thighs and bent to kiss his groin. Her mother, rounded and lush, took up her position next to Marshall, rubbing big, soft breasts against his shoulder.

"Glad to meet you," Jessica purred. "Let's fuck."

And Bettina said, "His prick is almost as big as Daddy's."

Shaken, Marshall said, "Who are these…"

"Just your lovers," Lauralee answered, "as I am. Lie back, dear; look at the lovely young pussy and the ripe, plump pussy. They're throbbing for the touch of your cock."

Robot-like, the man allowed himself to be pushed back, his stricken eyes whipping back and forth over the three adorable mounds presented to him, glancing unbelievingly at the sets of shapely tits and their thrusting nipples. It was, Lauralee thought, as if he had been trapped in some erotic dream, something he had never thought would actually come to pass, and Marshall Jergens didn't quite know how to handle it.

But he was reacting with admirable reflexes, his prick climbing to its full and turgid length, his balls working overtime to pump themselves full of precious fluids once again. The cockhead that had so recently spewed creamy juice into Lauralee's mouth was now spreading itself in eager blooming, radiant with expectancy and starting to gather a clear pearl of pre-seminal liquid upon its tip.

Lauralee didn't know if her husband – her ex-husband – had ever gone down on a woman's pulsating and hairy snatch, but realized that he would soon have the experience, in multiples. He was staring wide-eyed at the tiny body of the very young girl who was poising her honey-blonde crotch above his stiff pole, and Lauralee went around to the head of the couch as Bettina stroked the swollen meat.

When the passionate child directed the cockhead into her small, volatile labia, Lauralee climbed upon the couch and placed a knee at each side of Marshall's head. Looking down into his surprised face, she said, "There's a close-up of my pussy, darling. It's hot and wet and greasy, but I'm told it tastes like honey. You're about to find out."