"Ummm," she murmured, "uummm – it's – so – good!"

Furiously, then, she rubbed her vibrant clitoris and plunged her finger into the suctioning grip of her sizzling hole, rolling her buttocks and gasping as the wonderful feeling came boomeranging through her vagina once more. She had hoped it would be as wild as last time, but it was even better. Lauralee let out a soft cry as she came, and her bare heels drummed a spasmed tattoo upon the motel carpet.

Slowly, she came back to the world around her, to the sounds issuing from the television set, and the flashing colors there. Her head was spinning, and far back in a newly discovered corner of her mind, Lauralee Jergens was beginning to wonder just where the hell she had been all her life.

"Oh wow," the voice said and it didn't come from the screen.

Lauralee jerked her head around and wanted to die on the spot. Her daughter-in-law stood just behind the chair, looking petite and beautiful in a flowing nightie that clung to the almost childlike curvings of her small, youthful body. And the girl was staring down at the spot where Lauralee's finger was still embedded into the wet lips of her vagina. There could be no mistake about what had been going on.

Bettina said again, "Oh wow – I never would have thought it. I mean, not YOU."

Choking it out, Lauralee managed to say: "P-please – just let me…"

Swiftly, the girl went to her knees beside the chair and put a soft arm around her shoulder. "Hey – I'm not putting you down for masturbating, Lauralee; nothing like that. I was just shook up, that's all. It's the TV, right? You had no idea you were checking us into an X-rated motel and I'll bet you never saw anything like that before."

"I'm not," Lauralee said, trying to sneak out her finger, "never – it really isn't…"

"You know," Bettina purred, her hand sliding down the shoulder to brush across one of Lauralee's full breasts, "you really are a beautiful woman. I had you figured for an iceberg, but after watching you riding your hand like that…"