This time, Lauralee awoke to the smell of breakfast bacon being fried and lay still in the bed, betting herself oriented. She was alone; the kids were already up, and Bettina was obviously cooking.
Stretching languorously, Lauralee felt the sheet slide down her breasts, and it seemed to caress them in passing. She felt warm and relaxed, smiling drowsily as she thought back to the long and loving night she'd spent with her son and daughter-in-law. Nothing would do but that Bettina try the same kind of tongue work she'd given the girl, so Lauralee had gladly positioned herself so that Robbie could mount her from behind.
She knew then why Bettina had gone wild, because that tongue flicking and dipping had added so much more dimension to the fucking. Her son had folded over her arched body, so he could get both hands upon her down-hanging tits while he pumped that seemingly tireless prick into her flowing cunt. Lauralee had felt very bitchy, grinding her pussy into the girl's mouth while taking the boy's cock, and her orgasm had been nothing but sensational.
Climbing out of bed, she went into the bathroom to pee, then brushed her teeth and took a quick shower. Between herself and Bettina, they'd gotten the idea to both eat Robbie, and the poor kid had crawled all over the bed at the experience. They'd taken turns sucking his balls and cock, practically devouring him, changing places in silent agreement until he was just about ready to come. Then their tongues intertwined around his swollen cockhead, and their lips loved it until he spurted the starchy juices for them to share.
At the vivid memory, Lauralee looked into the mirror over the sink and ran her tongue over he lips. Robbie had run out of gas, after that climax, and was drained for some time, so she and Bettina had gone on making love, screwing each other clit to clit, then finger-fucking for awhile, and finally doing a sizzling, hunching sixty-nine, their heads locked between each other's gripping thighs, eating and pulling like hungry animals.
Giving a last touch to her hair and a dab of perfume to her breasts, Lauralee left the bath only to hesitate in her bedroom. Bettina's parents were due today, she recalled with a lift of her nipples and a stirring within her vagina. She went to the closet and chose her best robe, which wasn't all that great. But by letting the front gape down to the cleft between her braless tits and belting the robe tightly at her waist so that it would cling to her belly and hips, Lauralee managed to make it look sexy. She tucked her feet into fluffy mules and decided they would do.
The kids welcomed her into the kitchen with kisses, and she grinned when she saw that they were also dressed. Bettina had on a terrycloth robe of Robbie's, and the boy wore an older one.
"So you won't be embarrassed at first," he explained. "Besides, they'll have clothes on, and it'll be a lot of fun when everybody starts to peel."
Lauralee was very hungry, and did yeoman justice to bacon and eggs and hotcakes, complimenting Bettina on her cooking. They were finishing with coffee when the doorbell rang. Lauralee jerked bolt upright and the kids stared at her.
Bettina said, "Don't get uptight; just relax. I'll get the door and bring them in. Lauralee, darling – it's all going to be natural and easy; you'll see."
Busying herself by clearing off the table and tidying the kitchen swiftly, Lauralee hope so. Even though she had let herself go sexually, fucking gaily and riotously in tempestuous incest, she was nervous about meeting Bettina's father and mother. She kept telling herself that they felt the same about screwing, that they had made it with their own daughter and her son, but still she couldn't dispel a hovering cloud of anxiety.
She heard the front door open and close, and a deep voice that mingled with Bettina's glad cry of greeting. Her hands gripped the edge of the sink until Robbie came up behind her to press gently against the cheeks of her ass.
"It's okay, Mom; just hand loose, baby."
Lauralee turned to face them, but only a man stood beside Bettina, and the girl said, "Wouldn't you know? Mom's sister got sick this morning, and yelled for help. Mother said she shouldn't have to stay over there more than a day, at the most…"
The man was wide-shouldered and powerfully built, his chest deep and his face rugged. Chris Hartmann was almost bald, she saw, and for a fleeting instant compared him with her former husband. Marshall was taller and had a heavy shock of thick hair; he was handsomer too. But there was something compelling about this man, an aura of sensuality and certainty that was attractive, and she thought that even if she didn't know Chris Hartmann had fucked his own daughter when she was younger, she would still be drawn to him.
"Well," Chris Hartmann said, "I know Robbie is a good-looking kid, and I see where he inherited his looks." He came close and held out his hand.
Lauralee took it, feeling warm strength close about her fingers. She was a tiny bit flustered, like a teenager meeting a blind date. "Thank you. I – will you have some coffee – perhaps brandy with it?"
His eyes touched her body, slid down into the opening of her robe to feel along the dusky cleft between her breasts. Lauralee drew a deep breath, lifting her tits, and Chris' eyes lingered upon their lush mound, at the anticipatory stiffening of her nipples.
"Yeah," Chris answered, "please." Tearing away his eyes, he said to the kids, "You two look as if you've been busier than ever, and I don't blame you."
Bettina gave her father a heavy-lidded smile. "We missed you and Mom, though. But I can wait a little longer, Daddy. You and Lauralee get to know each other." Taking Robbie by the hand, she led the boy from the room, back down the hallway.
Nervously, Lauralee poured brandy and coffee, her hands shaking a bit and a tremble moving within her tummy. It was almost like being a whore, she thought, seeing a man for the first time, an utter stranger, and knowing that they were going to fuck. Maybe whores had no choice, and were forced to accept any customer, but Lauralee WANTED to screw this stranger, to know the feel of a different male body against her own and penetrating her softly giving flesh. She wanted to go exploring along the many and varied pathways of sensual love, to learn and to do.
"Here's to the kids," she said, lifting her cup in a casual toast. "I'm glad they're married."
Chris saluted her with his own cup, and with those probing eyes. "Me, too. Making it with a guy's wife adds a fillip to the goodies, even though the wife is my own daughter. Bettina told you about that?"
Nodding, Lauralee answered softly, "Yes, she did. And it wasn't a confession, but a proud telling. I-I know how she feels, in reverse."
He drained his cup. "It bothered me some, at first. She's so small and I thought I was some kind of nut, throwing it to my own kid that way. But I couldn't stay away from her, and pretty soon, I admitted I didn't want to. Then, when Robbie came along I was kind of jealous, but not for long; especially when he did us all a favor by laying my wife. After that, it got even better for everybody, and I rediscovered just what a juicy hot woman Jessica is." He looked at her, "And now, there's you."
"Yes," she said quietly, "there's me."
"You feel a little funny, a little edgy?" Chris asked.
She nodded, "And you?"
"Yeah – but I keep wanting to reach out and see if you're real."
Lauralee put down her cup. "Then do it."
As the man stood up and began to drop off his shirt and pants, she turned on the breakfast stool, swivelling in the chair and fumbling with the belt of her robe. Lauralee stared at the chunky body that was being swiftly exposed, the hairy chest and muscular belly, the heavy bulge in his jockey shorts.
Chris' prick was bigger than her son's, bigger than she remembered her husband's being. When it leaped from his shorts, she saw that it was thick and long, a massive shaft throbbing with energy, the puffy head dark and engorged, a veritable club with a knotted end. His pubic hair had reddish glints in its rich brown curls, and the hair marched right up his belly, its thin line spreading when it reached the barrel chest. The man's balls swung hugely low in a wrinkled sack.
Lauralee's robe fell open down the front, and she made a tentative motion, as if to lower herself from the barstool, but he glided toward her and put his squared hands upon her hips.
"Just like this," he said huskily. "I never saw such beautiful, long legs, and your pussy hair looks a foot deep, all black and shiny. Your tits aren't big, but they make a man's hands itch to cup them."
"I-I can go to the couch in the living room," Lauralee whispered.
"Right her is fine," Chris said, "I don't want to wait a second longer to get into you, baby. I can't move back from that gorgeous snatch."
His hand dipped beneath her robe and found her swollen breasts. Lauralee parted her knees and Chris moved between them, that heavy cock jerking hungrily as it touched the sensitive skin of her belly. She quivered, realizing that it was going to happen right now, with no more preliminaries, without either of them having to play coy little games. They were going to FUCK, right here in her kitchen, and he was so horny that he didn't even want her to climb off the stool. It was nice to be needed that urgently.
Hands gentle upon her vibrant breasts, Chris moved his hips, so that his distended cockhead slid over her tummy, and his mouth came closer to her own. Her face was just about on a level with his, and she looked directly into his eyes as their lips met, seeing the hot desires flaming there. Thick and hard, slippery and hot, the man's tongue slipped into her mouth, and her own tongue attacked it greedily.
Rolling her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, Chris pressed them down into the globes of her breasts, then allowed the erectile points to spring back against he palms of his hands, cupping the mounds, fondling them. That sturdy prick bumped her belly, and Lauralee spread her thighs wider to feel the weighted sack of the man's balls. With his mouth still glued to hers, Chris let go of her tits and slipped one hand down to her thigh. The other was tilting his flanged knob downward and steering it blunt, sticky point into the thick fleece of her pubic mound.
Lifting her knees a bit, Lauralee edged forward on the stool, so that the probing glans could reach her labia more easily, and shuddered when she felt it nudging, pushing against her dampened cunt lips. She put her arms around his neck and her breath panted hotly steady pressure of his cockhead.
Against her teeth, he whispered, "Oh yeah, baby. Soft, hot pussy lips, all slidy and wiggling – opening for my prick – it's working on up into you, baby – sliding up into your juicy snatch inch by inch."
She hissed back, rolling her crotch to assist the seating of the gorged meat. "This is only the third prick I've ever known – my husband's, then my son's, and now yours. Oh Chris, Chris – your cock is so much bigger than either of theirs; it's filling up my pussy, packing it so nicely."
His shaft pushed on, until her cunt lips were squeezed down around its wide stem and the padding of their pubic hair was mingled as their crotches ground together in mutual passion.
"Socked into your cunt," Chris gasped then. "I've got it shoved home right to the balls, Lauralee. Wrap those long, slick legs around me, darling – just hold on because I'm going to fuck you right on through the back of that stool!"
"Do it!" Lauralee grated. "Fuck me hard and fuck me mean, lover – try to rip me open with that big, beautiful fat prick – screw me harder than Robbie can, meaner than my husband ever dared – do it, do it, you stiff-cocked son of a bitch!"
Her legs clung frantically to his waist, locked and crossed at the ankles, and Lauralee jammed it to him, sliding her seething pussy back and forth upon the round, strong pole, wheeling her taut ass in avid circles and digging the points of her breasts into the thrillingly hairy expanse of his chest.
New prick, different prick; strange lover, now with his hands upon her waist to try to hold her in position while he fed that marvelous meat deep into her convulsing vagina. Her body was pinned onto and against the stool, but her pelvis could strike back at his pistoning bat, and Lauralee twisted upon it.
"Beautiful," Chris moaned. "Oh baby – your greasy snatch is eating up my prick, biting down on it the same way as Bettina's little pussy does – oh-uh-uh! You're a great piece of ass – great! Those long, loose legs, the way you grind your cunt – ahh, baby – lovely, hot-assed bitch!"
His strokes pounded harder into her cunt, almost lifting her squirming ass from the barstool and making her boobs bounce, making her head rock back and forth in the hammering rhythm of his fucking. Chris' balls went slap-slap into the steamy crack of her ass, slap-slap along the seat of the stool. Lauralee's pussy echoed the noises, but wetly, liquidly – squish-squish.
Dipping her face, she clamped her teeth into the man's corded throat and held on, her arms tight about his shoulders now, her entire body wriggling and humping. She laid her mattressed crotch up to him, bucking upon the impalement of his thick, hard meat and attempting to draw that bulging cockhead up through her pulsating womb, up into her stomach. Deeper and more powerfully, his prick sledged up her tremulous, hotly jellied sheath.
Chris' breath broke away from her suctioning lips, and he gasped for air as his thrusts became offbeat and jerky. She rode them furiously, jack-hammering her snatch into his root as the golden radiance began to flare around her clit and her asshole drew pinpoint tight in anticipation of the orgasm only milliseconds away.
"C-coming!" Chris groaned, hanging onto her wildly gyrating hips. "Oh baby, you're tearing the head right off my prick and I'm COMING!"
Pivoting sinuously, lasciviously upon this new cock, feeling the gushing of thick and bubbling semen, Lauralee clawed her for her own all-pervading climax, coming in a frenzy of humpings, wrestling him between her thighs as her pelvis beat into his. She came and came, sizzling wavelets of rapture timing themselves to the spurting of his semen, reacting with ecstasy to each spatter of live juice that hosed her cervix, that cascaded throughout her vagina.
"Lovely, lovely!" she gasped. "Oh lover – this big prick is so hard, nice and thick and long, and it's still squirting come into my pussy!"
Chris sighed against her throat, his thumbs digging into her churning hips, his submerged cock held within the fiery cauldron of her inundated snatch, his testicles twitching as they emptied themselves in a final spasming. "What a wild fuck," he murmured. "You must drive your kid right up the wall with that hungry pussy."
"And you must freak out your daughter with that big cock," she answered, "as well as your wife."
Keeping his shaft crammed into her flexing drenched cunt to the balls, Chris said, "Between Robbie and me, we'll keep you all busy and loving. Oh man, I can feel come leaking out of your box and puddling into my balls. I must have fired one hell of a big load."
"You did," Lauralee agreed, letting her legs slide down and moving slightly back with her crotch, so that his prick started to glide from it syrupy gloving. She anted to fuck him some more, to see if his prick tasted different, to discover how Chris went about eating her pussy. She wanted to climb on to and ride him to have him mount her from behind. And she would, she thought – she certainly would.