The water was hot, and Lauralee's skin tingled at the touch of soap, at the caress of her own hands upon her wet flesh. She was still a little numb in her mind, but her body had never been more eagerly alive, every nerve end titillated and awake.
She looked down at herself, at the play of water over her breasts, her nipples, then at the slightly rounded belly and below, the wet mass of her midnight pubic hair.
It was a good body, she thought, and according to Robbie and Bettina, a beautiful, sexy one. Her body was capable of giving and of receiving much love. Her legs were long and supple, and her breasts shaped high and firmly. She had always thought she was a bit too lean, but they insisted she was just right, special in her own way.
Lauralee ran soapy hands over the curving of her ass and smiled. Robbie called it her sweet, not ass. Straying bubbled fingers across her pubic mound, she caressed it. Rich and deep, they said; her mature pussy was rich and deep, possessed of an intense fascination for her son. Robbie had squirted it hot sheath full of his explosive semen not once, but twice.
The seat of rapture, she thought; this volatile, adjustable organ she had tried to ignore most of her life was now the center of her existence. Probably it had been meant to be, but she'd wished she didn't have it, wished she never had to think of her vagina.
Until now; until she had ventured to finger herself to her initial orgasm, turned on by seeing that pornographic film. Since then, it had been licked and sucked, its soft juices gulped avidly, its clitoris made a target for ecstasy. And she had known the inner workings of another woman's cunt, tasted the sweetness of the inner lining so silken and juicy, known the flexing as it shuddered in vibrant climax.
Lauralee stopped stroking her mound and exposed it to hot rinsing water, turning her body slowly so that soap would be purled away. Better than that, her pussy had been invaded by a thrusting, hammering cock, one that was hard and young, a prick that reached far up into her hole and set fire to her womb. Her son's prick; Robbie's prick, the very shaft that had been ridden only minutes before by the boy's bride. But Robbie loved to fuck his mother, just as well as the lovely, intense girl he had married, and possibly even more.
Stepping out of the shower stall, she dried herself and looked in the mirror, not afraid of meeting her own eyes now. She appeared much younger, her deep brown eyes vital, her olive skin fresher, rejuvenated. Lauralee towelled her short curls until they bounced springily; her pubic hair was springy, too, seeming to sparkle with life and excitement.
She found a clean towel and draped it about her hips, but left her breasts bare. The kids – those wonderful, beautiful children – had gone out for sandwiches and soft drinks, and she would meet them almost without reticence, proud of her body instead of hiding its invigorated flesh.
The TV was still going, its sound tuned low, but the bright images flashed just as powerfully upon the screen. Smiling, Lauralee lowered herself into the chair and watched it, crossing her slender legs gracefully. Evidently the films ran continuously, one movie replacing another until they started all over again. Two men were fucking a lovely girl, one of them burrowing his hard, oversized cock into her small, furry cunt while the other held her head upon his lap and worked his cockhead in and out of her red mouth.
Leaning back in the chair, Lauralee thought that would be nice, too. It would be exciting to be between two horny men, taking their pricks into her body, love and love alike. Robbie; she would first lean how to eat a male organ by doing it to her son. It would be different from lapping a girl's snatch, but she should have not trouble now that she was willing to learn it all.
Too bad there wasn't another man around. Lauralee wanted to compare cock sizes, to feel the differences of strange shafts, to know a variety of orgasms when they came in her receptive box. With interest, she watched the screen as the two men changed positions. Poor Marshall, she thought; he would never know the sharp thrill of doing that. He had been almost as uptight as she, knowing only one way to relieve the pressures of his balls – brute force and always on top, always hammering into her flinching pussy without mercy. No wonder she and her husband separated; they had both been so stupid but she had been worse. Lauralee knew that now.
A key rattled in the lock, and the kids came laughing into the room. "Oh wow," Bettina said, putting down a sack of sandwiches, "did you know there was a swinging room off the lobby? Late as it is, there were only two couples there, looking each other over."
Robbie grinned and popped the tops on some cans of soft drinks. "We almost screwed up the trade, because when they got a look at us, I could see the wheels turning. We're so much younger. But I wasn't even tempted – not with my own special older woman waiting for me here."
Lauralee accepted a hamburger and discovered that she was ravenous. "Do they really do that, meet and exchange wives or husbands or whatever?"
"Sure," Bettina said, taking a bite of hot dog. "Not out there in the lobby, of course. They swap and go to the rooms; sometimes they all go together to one room."
Drinking a swallow of Coke, Lauralee thought that over. It would be stimulating to make it with a man she had never seen before, and would probably never meet again. Raw, primitive sex, and nothing more; no entanglements, no commitments. Only a good, solid fucking and goodbye.
The kids watched the porn movie as they ate, giggling and discussing the techniques of the actors. It was better this way, Lauralee thought; sex had to be better when there was love like that she shared with her son and his wife. The intimacy was unique. It was romantic, and incest was no longer a horrible word.
Robbie was staring at her breasts. "You have wonderful tits, Mom. Did I bite them when I was a baby?"
"Sometimes," she smiled, "but I didn't care. I loved you then, too. I didn't like putting you on a bottle, but the doctor said to."
The boy wiped his mouth with a paper napkin. "But you love me more now."
"That's right," Lauralee answered. "More than anyone; more than I ever thought possible."
"More than you cared for my old man," Robbie said. "That's for sure. How the hell could he walk away from such a juicy, hot piece of ass like you?"
Lauralee drank her Coke and put down the can. "I wasn't, then. When Bettina came in here and caught me fingering myself, that was the first time I had ever come."
"Wow," the girl said softly, "That's heavy. The porn movies – that's what got you started?"
Nodding, Lauralee admitted it, then said, "But you really taught me to let go, dear – you and Robbie. At first I though I must be a lesbian, but I couldn't ever enjoy a man's prick the way I revelled in feminine love with you. I'm so glad both of you forced me to fuck. I might have gone right on thinking I couldn't."
"You're turning me one again," Robbie said. "Sitting here and looking at your tits is enough, but hearing you talk about screwing is getting me a hard-on. Man oh man, what a honeymoon this is turning out to be, what a wedding night."
Lauralee looked at her daughter-in-law. "Bettina, are you certain this doesn't make you jealous?"
"No way," the girl answered. "Robbie and I have always shared. I mean, when he gets a good fuck, it make me happy, too. I love the guy, so whatever makes him happy turn me on, also. He feels the same way about me and what I do."
"You've both screwed other people, then?"
"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.