It was all wrong, but Lauralee had no idea how to go about getting out of it. She couldn't very well scream and bring her son running in from next door; not while she was naked like this. She flinched when Bettina's fingers began to toy with a nipple, and shivered as the girl's spicy, warm breath tingled in her ear. Not Bettina, she thought wildly, crazily.

"Beautiful," the girl whispered, "and according to Robbie, you haven't even looked at a man since you were divorced – or a woman, either. All that long, sinuous body going to waste, and these lovely tits – not big, but shaped so well."

Lauralee tried, even though her body was weak and she couldn't get her mind to track properly. "Bettina, please – you mustn't…"

"Between those porn movies and the screwing I just had, I'm already turned on," Bettina said, cupping both breasts now and kissing Lauralee's throat, "but you turn me on more. How about that? I'm suddenly hot for my mother-in-law."

"N-no," Lauralee whispered, but the girl was suddenly between her knees and the ripe young mouth was reaching up for her own. The quick wet tongue was thrusting into her weak lips, and there was a hand, a strange, very soft hand caressing her mound.

She felt firm breasts crushing her own, and a silken vulva burning into her own, and the motel room spun dizzily as her tongue met Bettina's, as their panting breaths mixed. Lauralee knew that she was lost.

CHAPTER TWO

Somehow, clinging for support to the girl, Lauralee made it to the bed, and it gave sensuously beneath her collapsing body, rolling as if it, too, had come alive and was turned giving and resilient.

Lauralee was panting, biting her lips, and there was a fierce struggle going on within her head. She was confused, frightened, ashamed, the emotions whirling and changing in swift patterns, but always the strong one came to the fore – that new, overpowering hunger. Two violent orgasms had only whetted that strange appetite, not slaked it.