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.