Lauralee drove at average speed, although she wanted to hurry home. The X-rated motel was behind them, but she would never forget the place, and the astounding effect it had had upon her life. Rolling ahead of her, the highway arrowed for her house, the home that had been part of the divorce settlement when she'd parted from Marshall. The very idea of it seemed staid and sterile to her now, the almost pathologically tidy rooms that she realized only echoed her loneliness.
But not any more, she told herself exultantly; now there was Bettina and Robbie, and her son was closer to her than he had ever been, because he was also her lover, her young and continually horny stud. And her daughter-in-law was a swinging bisexual who revelled in eating pussy as well as having her own delectable snatch chewed.
And Lauralee Jergens herself, wasn't she also a balling, AC/DC chick? That's what the kids called her, and the label was proper. She felt a hand upon her thigh, and smiled at the windshield. Robbie sat beside her, his bride next to the other door. They'd wanted to travel this way, not separate from her in the back seat, and she was glad. Her son's hand caressed her thigh with gentle affection, and Lauralee trembled with a rising excitement, wondering if she would always react this way to him, and seeing no future reason not to. Not as long as they both could fuck, she though gaily; not while their overflowing love was shared by Bettina, also.
"I can't keep my hands off you," Robbie said, "or my wife, either. But I've been screwing Bettina longer. I guess you suspected that, hum, Mom?"
"Sort of," she admitted, "but I wouldn't face the fact. Now I'm glad you two were making it, and happier yet you were married." Form the corner of her eye, Lauralee saw that Bettina was unzipping the boy's jeans, but had to shift her eyes back to the road before she could watch that precious young cock come into view. She knew it was there, though; she knew it was long and slender, and that its polished head would be ballooning swiftly, that perhaps a small and glistening pearl of pre-seminal fluid would be gathering upon its very tip.
Lauralee quivered as her son moved his hand from her thigh to cup her mound. "Baby," she gasped, "Don't do that while I'm driving. I'll run us off the road."
"I won't finger-fuck you," Robbie promised. "I'll just hold my mother's wonderful pussy like this, while my wife plays with my prick. Maybe you ought to drive a little faster, Mom."
Catching her breath, Lauralee nodded and pressed down more on the gas pedal. They weren't all that far from home now, and she was very anxious to get there, to strip away the throttling camouflage of her clothing and let her naked body breathe again. She was cheating on the speed limit, but hopefully not enough to make a state trooper fall in behind the car.
She dared to look over at the kids again, and saw Bettina's small had sliding caressingly up and down Robbie's erect cock. The girl smiled at her and aimed the adorable pinkish knob her way.
"Lauralee, have you ever jacked off a man, or seen it done? Watching all that creamy juice come spitting out of a cockhead is really something, very interesting."
"N-no, I haven't," Lauralee answered. "And I don't know if I could. I think I'd have to start kissing it, and then before I knew what was happening, I'd have it in my mouth, instead."
Bettina laughed softly. "I know what you mean, but sometimes I do both – jack him off and catch the semen in my mouth when he goes off."
"You're both driving me out of my mind," Lauralee said between clenched teeth. "I can feel my pussy trembling and turning damp."
Robbie cupped her vulva tighter. "So can I, right through your clothes. That's a very special cunt you have, Mom."
"Have you screwed others?" she asked. "Besides Bettina I mean?"
"Sure; I was fucking by the time I was twelve, but Bettina was the best, and she taught me about oral sex, too. Then when I got into my first grown-up type pussy…" Robbie stopped talking suddenly, and Lauralee glanced at him.
"I'll tell you all about that later," he said, and she thought that Bettina had squeezed almost savagely upon the boy's erect penis. Somehow, the gesture seemed like a warning.
The familiar off ramp loomed ahead, and Lauralee swung down it, hesitated at the stop sign, and turned down it, hesitated at the stop sign, and turned right. Just a few more blocks, and they could run into the house and get naked. She would lock all the doors and keep the drapes drawn; she might even take the phone off it hook, because she didn't want to be bothered by anyone.
There was the street, lined with heavily leafed trees that shaded it and the rolling lawns of the quiet, respectable neighborhood. Lauralee zipped the car into the driveway and hit the brakes.
"Now," she said, "Put your cock back into your pants for the moment, Robbie. No, just leave the luggage for now; we can take it in later."
"Mom's in a hurry to get fucked," he grinned. "Come on, Bettina."
Lauralee had trouble with the key, but finally swung back the door, and they were inside the darkened house. She kicked the door shut behind them and turned the lock, then took only a few steps into the living room before she began taking off her dress and kicking away her shoes.
Following her example, her son kept grinning. "Man, oh man; my father doesn't know what he's missing. It's too bad he couldn't turn you on like this. I'll be if Dad could watch that great body shining the way it is, and see your tits shaking, and your crazy pussy hair gleaming, he'd just about come in his pants, no matter how many times he had screwed you."
She stepped out of her underthings and stood erect, with her legs apart, running her fingers over her aching breasts and rolling her hips sexily. A few feet away, she watched the golden flesh of Bettina being exposed, glimpsing the feathery glory of the girl's burnished pubic hair and the outstanding little pink nipples. Then Lauralee concentrated upon her son, focusing upon the boy's swollen and visibly throbbing prick; it held a hypnotic allure for her.
Lauralee said, "I don't think your father would ever be interested in me again. Thinking back on our life together, I guess it was pretty bad for him. But let's not talk about him now; I'm more interested in getting with you and Bettina."
He came to her with his arms outstretched, with that lovely hard prick poking ahead of his belly like a miniature flagpole. Wrapping her own arms about him, Lauralee kissed the boy's eagerly opened mouth, and their tongues met fiercely. This time she sensed that their fucking would not be gentle, but a violently demanding coupling that would batter them both, and Lauralee welcomed the savagery of their needs.
His hands were kneading her breasts, his fingers toying with her aching nipples and his cockhead sliding back and forth across her trembling belly. Lauralee could feel his balls, feel the soft pubic hair. She had never fucked her husband here in the living room of their home; it had always been upstairs in the lightless bedroom, and always Marshall had initiated the action, never herself.
Robbie was bending his cock down, and she suddenly felt it jerk upward to snuggle along the length of her pulsing labia. She tried to move him toward the big, low couch on the other side of the room, but he resisted, she wondered why. Then the boy stopped and his knob was prodding upward, trying to wiggle its way into her vulva from below. He was only a little bit shorter than she was, and Lauralee realized that her son meant to fuck her standing up.
His cockhead nuzzled at her pussy lips, and she shifted the angle of her crotch to help it enter, her pulse racing and her heart pounding at this new possibility. The boy's knob found the path, stretching her rubbery labia and driving upward into the salved gloving of her vibrant cunt, up into the vagina until the length of his sweet meat was crammed home.
"I'm going to fuck you in every possible position," Robbie promised, arching his back and thrusting more strongly. "I mean to screw my beautiful, hot-assed mother in every hole she's got, and you're going to dig it, aren't you? You're going to love taking my prick every way there is."
"Y-yes," she sighed, "oh yes, darling. Stick that gorgeous young meat deeper into your mother's pussy – deeper, baby. Sock it home and tear me apart!"
They writhed together, and Lauralee discovered that she couldn't get to his cock quite as well like this, but she enjoyed the change, the difference, and clung to the surging cheeks of her son's ass while he fed his shaft powerfully up into her steamy gash. Robbie's mouth fastened hungrily to one of her tits and tried to draw the entire mound between his suctioning lips. Her pussy ate at his rod, gulped at the pistoning meat, and Lauralee's vaginal muscles clamped upon it, adored it juicily, wetly, hotly.
When he lunged harder, she almost lost her balance, and swayed. Robbie held to her, and moved her step by slow, fumbling step across the room, stroking his prick steadily into her avid snatch as he did so. The couch bumped the backs of her knees, and Lauralee sank back upon its cushions, being very careful not to have his submerged prick slip out. He rolled over on top of her and hammered his pelvis into her heavily padded one; Lauralee know the rhythmic slapping of his balls and the sweaty pressure of his belly. Robbie had to let go of her nipple then, and transferred his mouth to her own, feeding her his tongue with the same primitive fury that he was using to sledge his stiff rod into her flexing cunt.
Rocking with him, turning with his thrusts, Lauralee raised her legs and trapped his lurching body in the silken net. Writhing upon his driving prick, she dug her heels into the cleft of his ass and bit the boy's lips as her climax bubbled furiously, deep within her vagina.
This was real; this demanding power was real and true, and she fought to hold her own against it, battled to fuck him even more fiercely than he was screwing her. Gasping and heaving, she strained against his crotch as her clitoris exploded to send the sweet violence throughout her quivering body.
A heartbeat later, she felt the spewing of his sizzling come, the eruption of his semen. Heavy and searing, the treasured juice boiled against the cup of her cervix and sprayed the vaginal walls. Her son's fingertips drilled into the soft cheeks of her trembling ass, and his balls emptied themselves in successive convulsions.
Her head swimming, Lauralee fell back upon the couch, her legs slipping down his, her breasts pumping as she choked for air, for some kind of balance. Every time, she thought dazedly; each and every time she came with Robbie, it was fantastic, an orgasm that screamed exultantly along her nerves and went off inside her mind like a chain of firecrackers.
She became conscious that she was being kissed, that two pairs of lips were soft and arm at her cheeks, upon her throat. She knew that another set of firm breasts was pressing into her side, and that her lover's prick was still embedded to its thick hilt within her milky vagina. Bettina, she thought; adorable little Bettina had stayed aside so that Lauralee could have her pussy filled once again with an enchanted cock.
Turning her head, Lauralee kissed the girl's tender mouth and murmured, "Thank you, dear. I don't mean to be greedy or selfish. It's just that – well, since you got me started sexually, I just can't seem to get enough."
Bettina drew the tip of her tongue across her lips and said, "That isn't bad. In fact, it's good for all of us." She pulled back slightly and said to Robbie, "I guess this is as good a time as any to tell her."
Gently, the boy pulled his still rigid shaft from the sleeve of his mother's cunt. She felt sticky juice purling down the inside of one thigh, and blinked at her son as he sat back upon his haunches. Robbie posed there between his mother's spread white thighs, a smear of semen clinging to the inflamed head of his prick.
He said, "Now don't get worried, Mom. It's – we've been making it with somebody else, before you. Bettina thinks you can handle that now."
"Of course," Lauralee said, puzzled. "You already told me about yourself, and I an imagine how Bettina got all her experience. But I don't see why you should be making a big thing of it now."
Robbie tilted his head to one side. "We didn't tell you WHO we've been screwing, and we never would have, except you've turned from an iceberg into the hottest piece of ass around."
Cupping one of Lauralee's breasts, Bettina said quietly, "You lost your hang-ups with me, and with your own son. So you shouldn't get spaced out about anything sexual, now. Robbie and I have been making it with my folks – he's bee putting it to my mom and I've been fucking my daddy. But I had a head start on Robbie, because my daddy took my cherry when I was thirteen years old, and taught me just about everything I know about sex."
Despite all her good intentions, Lauralee gasped. It came as such a shock to think that this lovely, sweet girl had been deflowered – and wasn't that a hang-up expression – had been screwed by her own father at such an early age. And Robbie: her boy, was putting that beautiful shaft to another older woman, to his wife's mother.
But that was no worse, if WORSE was the proper word, than him fucking his own mother. Lauralee absorbed the information and dissected it, growing more calm by the moment. Really, she thought, it was ridiculous to be upset about anything like that. In a back-handed way, she was truly grateful to Mr. and Mrs. and Mrs. Hartmann, to the man, especially. If he hadn't screwed his young daughter, and evidently done a magnificent job of breaking in the girl, Bettina might not have fucked Robbie so easily, might not have married him. An Lauralee would still be a frigid, bitter woman blind to all the sensuous joys of incest and bisexuality.
"Your father taught you well," she said, "and I'm thankful you passed it along, Bettina."
"There," Robbie crowed. "I told you she was great. Oh man, what a ball we're going to have." He slid out from between her legs, his cock drooping a little.
Lauralee propped herself on one elbow and put her arm around the girl's slim and nubile body. "But how did you get to screw Mrs. Hartmann, dear?"
Her son grinned. "It was kind of easy, because Chris – that's Bettina's father – was balling Bettina so much that he wasn't giving much prick to his wife, to Jessica. She thought he was getting something on the side, but she didn't suspect Bettina. I mean, she was hot to trot, and looking around for some fucking of her own. There I was, and I screwed the hell out of her, all turned on because she was Bettina's mom, and because she was my first grown-up pussy."
"Let me get this straight," Lauralee said. "You KNEW that Bettina was laying her father, and you still meant to marry her?"
"Sure, Mom. And once I got into Jessica and got her turned on, it was simple to set it up so that Bettina dame in and caught us fucking up a storm. Man, I had it balls-deep into her mom's wet cunt when she walked into the bedroom. Jessica almost passed out and tried to wiggle out from under me, but I held down so Bettina could explain it all to her. After she thought it over some, Jessica could see that the four of us would make a happy family. That night, she almost screwed Chris' balls off, she was so excited, and that day, the four of us got together."
Lauralee caught her breath, picturing an adult couple and this pair of charming, sensual children, naked and squirming together – the father fucking his tiny daughter, the mother stroking a rich and mature cunt upon a boy's eager cock. She could imagine the adult couple staring at each other, seeing for the first time how the youthful lovers screwed, watching each other rise to the wild heights of passion. It must have been a terrifically stimulating experience for them all, an orgy of the flesh and mind as well.
"Bettina," she asked, "did you learn to got down on women from your mother?"
The girl laughed merrily. "Oh no; I had this thing going with another kid for awhile, before my daddy started fucking me. That's how he got up the nerve, the first time. He saw Maris and me doing some sixty-nine; it gave him such a hard-on that he practically raped me." She laughed again. "But he didn't have to struggle much; I was more than ready to try on a prick, and from then on, we screwed every time we got the chance. I was the first chick to eat Mom's cunt, and mine was the first she ever tasted. Now she digs it, too; just like you, Lauralee."
"Just like me," Lauralee breathed. "Oh, I'm so mixed up; all these new ideas coming at once, all these different concepts. But I can accept them, because I don't ever want to go back to what I was, and I certainly don't want to lose my two beautiful lovers, ever."
Robbie swung his legs over the side of the bed and Bettina kissed Lauralee's cheek. "That's great, just wonderful. When I saw you finger-fucking yourself in that X-rated motel, I just knew everything was going to work out all right. Excuse me now; I want to go call my parents and tell them that we're back from the wedding. They sort of planned on sharing our honeymoon, but I'll explain it has to be later, that we have something going with you."