Fucking lasciviously, riding her son's hard and greasy rod, Lauralee tugged at Bettina's hand, and the girl came to her knees, leaning forward with a cascade of honey-blond hair spilling over nude and burnished shoulders. The stiff pink nipples of her nubile breasts stood out. The green eyes were very big and very close; so were the ripe young lips that had aroused such flames within the pussy that was now packed with semen and a boy's meat.

Lauralee reached for that appealing mouth, her lips finding it just as Robbie began to pump harder within her drenched cunt. Her tongue met the girl's, and they melted in a greedy, understanding kiss, sharing each other passion, almost as they were sharing the boy's body.

"Mom, Mom, Mom!" he was saying in a monotone that matched the lifting and falling of her ass. His cock worked foamily into her vagina, and her clit came peeping from its hood, growing more vibrant with every thrust.

Oh, this was real and lovely, and she sucked upon Bettina's tongue, while the girl fondled her pendulous breasts, while her son manipulated his shaft gloriously within the wet gripping of her blazing pussy. This was true fucking, Lauralee thought, the kind of screwing she should have gotten from her husband, when she and Marshall were first married. She wanted it to go on forever, to keep this beautiful, marvelous prick slipping around in her box.

And when Robbie ejaculated into her already soaked vagina, Lauralee just kept right on making it, caught up in the primitive beat of her fucking.

CHAPTER FOUR

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.