Unknown: Mom_s in on the marriage

"Yeah," he grunted from behind her. "I'll take that sweet pussy any way I have to get it. Just relax, Mom. Bettina – help me roll her over onto her back."

They wheeled her, whipped her over, and Lauralee was staring up into her son's face as he smiled down at her, as his knee slid between her thighs and forced them apart, as one hand pressed down upon her heaving belly. Robbie held his prick tightly in the other hand, and was steering the distended bulb toward her crotch. She could see a droplet of clear fluid shining upon the blunt red tip, and shuddered.

Her hands were drawn above her head, and even though she rolled her hips frantically, Lauralee realized that she wasn't going to be able to stop it, that her son was about to force his bulging cockhead into his mother's quivering vulva.

When it touched her pubic hair, she lunged and bucked, but that only helped Robbie settle the head of his eager shaft into her cunt lips. With a single, fierce thrust, the boy crammed his meat into her, and Lauralee knew a hot, electric shock as her son's knob penetrated her vagina.

If only she hadn't already been so juicy, she thought; if only she had been dry, and not still turned on by the sex she had shared with Bettina. He couldn't have gotten it into her so easily then. But now she twisted upon the impalement of stiff young cock, surprised that there was no pain, as there had been with her husband. Instead, a deep thrill closed her pussy around the sliding prick, and she felt its marvelous length reaching up and up, farther than any tongue could manage. She felt her son grunt as he buried the full length of his strong boyish shaft into his mother's forbidden cunt, felt the pressure of his pelvis against the mattress of her pubic hair.

Involuntarily, her pussy lips encircled his swollen meat, and somewhere deep within her vagina there were slippery velvet ripples. Robbie's balls came to rest in the mossy crack of her ass. Her son was inside her body. Her son's hard prick was jammed to the hilt inside her cunt. Lauralee trembled like a leaf caught in a hurricane.

Robbie began to stroke her, working his shaft back and forth within her oiled vagina. Her silken folds clung to him, moved with him, and Lauralee knew a stimulation of her clitoris, an arousal there that her husband's prick had never been able to bring about. It was wrong, all wrong, but she could not resist it. Jerkily at first, then with a smoother rhythm, her pelvis started to roll up and down and her hips swung from side to side.

Bettina let go of her wrists, and Lauralee's arms came down, only to wrap themselves around the boy's slim body. Her hands found his smooth ass cheeks. She clung to them as they gyrated, as her son maneuvered his wondrous staff within the suctioning cavity of her flowing pussy.

"That's the way, Mom," Robbie panted. "Fuck me back – oh Mom, darling – fuck me back!"

Flinging her supple legs up and around his body, Lauralee netted him with her thighs and locked her ankles. Rocking with him, meeting him thrust for thrust, she really screwed him, riding the boy's driving prick as she had never ridden her husband's. IT was so different, so good, wildly thrilling. His cockhead was touching every hot spot within her vagina, and her clit leaped at each stroke of his root.

"Beautiful, hot pussy," Robbie gasped, digging his fingers into the surging cheeks of her active ass. "Oh, what a crazy, deep pussy – all juicy and slick! Man, it's just eating up my cock, biting down on it, wringing it out – oh Mom, what a fabulous piece of ass you are!"

"B-baby – oh my baby! We're doing it – your sweet prick is sliding inside your mom's cunt – I can feel your balls against my ass, and your belly moving into mine! Oh! Oh, Robbie – I never realized that fucking could be so beautiful – oh, stick it to me, baby – push it into me harder, harder! Shove it into my pussy, Robbie. Fuck you mother – fuck your mother!"

He pounded it to her then, savagely rammed his iron-hard rod into her gobbling snatch, and she heard squishing noises, heard the damp slapping of his swinging balls. Pounding her crotch into his, she raked his ass in a frenzy, and bit the column of his throat. His cockhead drove home solidly, and she writhed upon it, hunched upon the shaft with a feral urgency, a deep-seated need Lauralee hadn't imagined she could possess.

"C-close," Robbie grunted. "I'm getting close, Mother. I – oohhh, baby – oh, you hot-assed bitch, you beautiful, sweet-cunted bitch – I'm going to come! I'm going to come into my mom's pussy!"

Swivelling her hips, rotating her vagina around his pistoning cock, she hissed it at her son: "Let it go, baby! Shoot off inside me and pack my cunt with your little-boy semen – ahhh! Ohh! I can feel it squirting up inside my pussy, darling!"

Moaning, then, she humped furiously as the boy's discharge splashed boiling against her womb, as her own son's semen gushed violently throughout her absorbing snatch. Robbie's come was thick and very rich, she thought, her head spinning as she shook and jerked in the throes of the craziest orgasm she had ever known. It was a fountain of foamy juice that bathed her vagina, and she loved every drop of the sticky fluid.

Holding him powerfully between her thighs, Lauralee knew that her cunt was seething, turned into a cauldron by their mutual climaxes. But she couldn't stop moving upon his stilled prick; it was too precious to waste, and the soapy liquids within her snatch made it even more sensational. Blindly, without thinking what she was doing, she held her son close and turned onto her side, then rolled over on top of him making certain that his upright cock was still trapped firmly in her dripping sheath.

She was straddling him then, holding him captive beneath her feverish body, imprisoning his delightful prick within her lubricated flesh. Lauralee felt strong and powerful, felt dominant, and she liked that.

"Go, baby," Bettina breathed, and Lauralee remembered that her daughter-in-law was only inches away, kneeling beside the bed and watching the screwing with dedicated interest. "That's the way," the girl said excitedly. "Ride his prick; pump it up and down on him and make him come in you again."

Smiling, Lauralee stretched out her hand, and the girl took it, holding it tightly as she stared down between the bodies to where her husband's shaft was crammed to the balls within his mother's inflamed cunt. Lauralee stared into Bettina's eyes as she rolled her hips sinuously, as she bent forward to allow her son to take a downward-hanging nipple into his mouth.

Robbie held her ass and stroked up into her flooded snatch as she gyrated upon his cock. He sucked blissfully upon her tit, his eyes closed in rapture.

Fucking lasciviously, riding her son's hard and greasy rod, Lauralee tugged at Bettina's hand, and the girl came to her knees, leaning forward with a cascade of honey-blond hair spilling over nude and burnished shoulders. The stiff pink nipples of her nubile breasts stood out. The green eyes were very big and very close; so were the ripe young lips that had aroused such flames within the pussy that was now packed with semen and a boy's meat.

Lauralee reached for that appealing mouth, her lips finding it just as Robbie began to pump harder within her drenched cunt. Her tongue met the girl's, and they melted in a greedy, understanding kiss, sharing each other passion, almost as they were sharing the boy's body.

"Mom, Mom, Mom!" he was saying in a monotone that matched the lifting and falling of her ass. His cock worked foamily into her vagina, and her clit came peeping from its hood, growing more vibrant with every thrust.

Oh, this was real and lovely, and she sucked upon Bettina's tongue, while the girl fondled her pendulous breasts, while her son manipulated his shaft gloriously within the wet gripping of her blazing pussy. This was true fucking, Lauralee thought, the kind of screwing she should have gotten from her husband, when she and Marshall were first married. She wanted it to go on forever, to keep this beautiful, marvelous prick slipping around in her box.