Unknown - Mom_s in on the marriage

"Sure," her son said. "We'll tell you all about them later. Right now, I want to see my beautiful mother STRETCHED out naked on that water bed with her long, groovy legs spread apart and her sweet, black pussy shining."

"But Bettina is being left out," Lauralee protested gently.

Bettina laughed. "Don't worry about me. I'll get in on it for some three-way swinging."

Lauralee stood up and dropped the towel from around her hips. Gracefully, she walked toward the bed with her ass rolling sensuously, knowing that both their eyes were fixed upon its rippling, provocative movements. She felt beautiful and wanted and admired; she felt loved, and was eager to return that love in any way, in all ways. If that was what they wanted, she was ready to be their slave, their sex slave.

They approached her from both sides of the moving bed, both of them naked again, their sleek young bodies glowing. Her son indeed had an erection, and it was lovely. Now that Lauralee could look at it without shame, she examined Robbie's prick closely, seeing its slim length and the veins patterning the skin, the gorgeous swelling of the cockhead in all its darker glory. There was the tiny drop of clear fluid seeping from its tip; there were the shaggy balls that could hurl the compressed semen with such force.

"Robbie," she murmured as he kneeled upon the bed, "please show me how to eat you. I want to learn how to suck your cock, the way those women do in the films, the way Bettina must do to you."

"Yeah," he whispered hoarsely, "oh yeah, Mom."

Straddling her taut waiting body, her son bent his cockhead down to rub it gently into her vulva, and she shivered at the spongy-hard caress along her palpitating labia. He took his time, moving his crotch forward an inch or two so he could caress her belly with his knob. She trembled at the dragging of his hairy balls over her skin, at the thrill of his knees and the fondling of his thighs.

Robbie took both her breasts in his hands and squeezed them together. Bending her neck, she stared down to see what the boy was doing, and watched him push his cock head between her tender globes.

"This is titty-fucking," he explained to her. "I just dig feeling your tits around my prick like this."

She could see the reddened glans peep forth, then disappear as her son worked his pelvis back and forth, exulting in the feeling of his cock sliding. Then she felt something else – a hot breath stirring along her thighs, a pair of soft lips kissing her skin there. Bettina, she thought; the girl was joining in, and would be loving her pussy while she discovered the flavor or Robbie's stiff meat.

The cockhead slipped back and forth, each time reaching a little closer, until it was tapping her chin. Lauralee opened her lips and stretched out her tongue. Then Robbie released her breasts and allowed them to fall back into position. He hunched forward so that she could lick his knob. He took her head between his hands and aimed the glistening bulb directly at her mouth.

This was the moment, Lauralee thought in exultation; this was the enchanted moment in time when she could demonstrate her deepest love to her adorable child. Curling her tongue hungrily around his cockhead, she tugged it into her mouth. It tasted salty and sweet; it was flavored with beauty, and she drew it across her tongue gladly, letting it slide across the roof of her mouth.

"Don't try to take it too far," Robbie panted. "You might get sick."

Never, she thought – never! She had her son's lovely hard prick in her mouth, and she wanted to swallow it, to suck it far down her throat. Lauralee could feel the tips exploring the velvet supping of her throat, and it didn't bother her.

"Use your tongue more," she suggested. "The sucking feels good, but it's the tongue that will make me come."

Lauralee flinched when she felt another tongue, when her passionate young daughter-in-law dabbed it down through the cloaking pubic hairs of her cunt to find the tremulous lips.

Obediently, she rolled her son's bulb around with her tongue, and found that she could force the little slit open a bit. Robbie moved his crotch back and forth in a slow, gently strokes, and she dipped her cheeks in and out around the delicious meat as she sucked.

"That's it," Robbie gasped. "Oh yeah, Mom – that's the way to give a guy head. You're eating my prick, Mother – you're sucking me off, and it's freaking me out!"

Her mouth was a pussy, she thought; it was basically another kind of cunt that her beloved son was fucking. But it was even more intimate; it brought them immeasurably closer to do it this way, for her to adore his swollen prick with her throat and lips and tongue. She loved the slow swinging of his balls against her neck, and the way he held her head in position.

Now Bettina was drilling that educated tongue deep into Lauralee's pulsing vagina; now the girl's trained mouth was nibbling at labia, and lapping away like a thirsty puppy. Lauralee raised her knees to make more room. It was unbelievable, the sensations she was enjoying – her son's cock slipping wetly around inside her greedy mouth, her daughter-in-law's tongue boring into her cunt, teasing the clitoris. She was their receptacle, and they were sharing her; her body was a vessel they could drink from or pour into, and Lauralee's flesh pulsed fiercely in response.

"Eat me, Mom," Robbie was saying over and over. "I – ahhh! I'm going to let it go – going to pump your mouth full of my come, the same way I filled your crazy pussy."

Lauralee groaned around his flexing cockhead when the boy let go, when the spurting of his semen came bursting into her mouth and spattered into the back of her throat. So creamy and luxurious, musky and frothing; she swallowed it, let the thick cream slide down her throat and sucked avidly for more.

"Drink it down," he groaned. "Swallow my come, take it down into your stomach and digest it. Ooohhh, Mom! You never sucked off my daddy, but you're doing it to me."

Lauralee felt her pelvis surge, because Bettina had found the clit and was tugging it, torturing the nubbin with tongue and teeth. The girl's face was buried in Lauralee's crotch, and she was gulping, chewing, devouring the humid snatch.

Keeping her son's greasy prick tightly within her mouth, jealous of any droplet of his precious fluid that might escape, Lauralee bucked upon Bettina's mouth smearing her wet snatch over the girl's face, bringing her thighs together to held the head just where she wanted it.

"Ummmm!" she said around Robbie's throbbing shaft, and "ummmm," again, as the hot wave of a swiftly approaching orgasm threatened to engulf her. Let it come, she thought dazedly; let it happen, and she didn't give a damn if her mind was shattered in the frantic climax.

Lauralee was in paradise, and when her clit thrummed like a tuning fork, when the wild sensations cascaded through out her vagina like a runaway water fall, she floated with them, still tugging upon her son's cockhead, still trying to drain another treasured droplet of seminal fluid from it.

She didn't know when he gently took his prick from her mouth; she didn't know when Bettina lifted a greasy face from between her thighs. Lauralee only knew that she was floating, drifting, and that nobody had ever told her that paradise was so warm and liquid.

When Lauralee came back to the world, the television set had been shut off, and the room was quiet. Blinking, she looked around, hoping fervently that it hadn't all been a wild, erotic dream, and knowing immediately that it wasn't. Then she hope her son and new daughter-in-law hadn't gone back to their own bed and left her alone.

Not yet, she thought; oh, not yet. There were still violent flames raging within her awakened body, hot fires that needed to be quenched the only way possible – by some more solid fucking. She had so many wasted years to make up for, so many strange and exciting sensations to undergo.