She was hot; oh Lord, she was hot. Fiery lances of passions seared her tensed flesh and stabbed deep within her aroused vagina. It was all wrong; what she was feeling had to be obscene and unlawful, and-and…

But Bettina's hands were fondling her breasts, and the girl's spicy mouth was nibbling at her throat. Her daughter-in-law's hands were roaming, caressing, one of them stroking the dampened moss of Lauralee's vulva, the other fondling hips and thighs, and she was helpless beneath those knowing touches.

She found herself revelling in the satiny flesh squirming against her own, in the kisses Bettina was showering upon her skin. She dared to put her arms around the slim, warm body. That stunned but yet logical part of her mind insisted that what she was doing was taboo, that this lovely girl was now a member of her own family. Lauralee's body refused to listen, and her lean belly was sliding avidly across the girl's.

"Such beautiful tits," Bettina murmured. "They're as firm as mine, but darker, and wonderfully sculptured. Oh, I love them."

Lauralee gasped when the girl kissed her nipples, when she felt a finger working its way expertly up into the already flowing lips of her vagina. Then Bettina closed her hot mouth over one tip, and Lauralee arched in swift response. Her former husband had kissed her breasts, but never like this, never so deftly and lasciviously, never lifting such sparks of prompt desire within her body.

She wiggled slightly upon the finger embedded within her sheath, and Bettina promptly probed the clitoral hood to tease the center of all feeling. Closing her eyes, Lauralee gave up fighting anything, and allowed her body to take over, to respond on its own, without direction on her part. She didn't know what to do, anyway. She knew only that Bettina felt marvelous in her arms, that she felt tenderness and gentleness, and a great, pervasive craving.