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MOM'S IN ON THE MARRIAGE

Chapter 4

***This is a story dealing with incest between members of two different
families.  It is intended for adults only and is not being made available
for those under 18 years of age.  All others, enjoy.***


[I did not write this story, but have enjoyed it for many years.]

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	When Lauralee came back to the world, the television set had been
shut off, and the room was quiet.  Blinking, she looked around, hoping
fervently that it hadn't all been a wild, erotic dream, and knowing
immediately that it wasn't.  Then she hope her son and new daughter-in-law
hadn't gone back to their own bed and left her alone.
	Not yet, she thought; oh, not yet.  There were still violent
flames raging within her awakened body, hot fires that needed to be
quenched the only way possible--by some more solid fucking.  She had so
many wasted years to make up for, so many strange and exciting sensations
to undergo.
	Listening, she heard them next door, and slowly sat up on the
water bed, still not used to its sensuous movements beneath her nude body.
 Stroking her hands teasingly over her firm breasts, Lauralee thought: 
her body, what a wondrous mechanism it was, even though it had taken her
far too long to discover its potential.  Before, she had accepted it, and
little more.  Of course she'd been somewhat proud of her looks in general,
of the fact she had no lines on her face, and that she wasn't fat.  But
she had so resolutely kept its secret functions from her mound, trying to
deny their existence!  And now they were primary to her.
	They loved her body; both Robbie and Bettina adored her flesh and
its hot, juicy places.  Lauralee could do no less than love it, also.  And
she did, for the rapture within it, for the ecstasy her body could impart
to others.  It was so damned *good* to be alive and functioning at long
last as a lusty, healthy female.
	Licking her lips, she convinced herself that she could yet taste
the residue of her son's semen there, and smiled in memory of its gushing
fulfillment.  How marvelously it was flavored!  And the matchless intimacy
of the ejaculation was beyond description.  Doing that to him, knowing the
feel of his rigid shaft within her mouth, curling her tongue around the
delicious meat as it slid in and out, and experiencing the burying of the
cockhead in her throat--it was something she had to know again and again.
	
	And she would, no matter what else might happen.  Lauralee wanted
to know it, be it, do it all.  Fondling the rising nipples of her breasts,
she stood up, undecided as to whether she should break in on them in the
next room.  First she would clean herself up a bit, she thought, and
hurried to the bathroom.  She peed, and knew a little thrill deep within
her stimulated pussy; every move she made seemed to call attention to that
newly awakened sheath.
	Swiftly, Lauralee showered, and touched herself with the simple
perfume she carried in her purse, although the flowery scent didn't suit
her any more; she'd have to buy something musky and sensuous, she thought,
a special fragrance to accent her new self.  And sexy undies, babydoll
nighties, all the things she had once considered so frivolous and
senseless, possibly a different hairdo.  Pants suits which would cling to
her body.  There was a whole different world out there for Lauralee, and
she was going willingly into its embraces.
	Toweling her hair, she started to wrap the towel around her hips,
then thought the hell with it.  She was proud of her naked body now.
	The kids were sitting side by side upon her bed when she strode
into the room with her head held high and her long body glowing.
	
	"Hi," her son said  "You're a constant surprise to us, Mom.  We
figured you had crashed for the night, that maybe we had worn you out, but
here you are, fresher and more beautiful than ever."
	Lauralee felt no flush of embarrassment, no stab of guilt.  Not
any more, she told herself firmly; that kind of nonsense was all in the
past, and damned well belonged there.  "You two look beautiful, too,:" she
murmured.  "Are you hungry, or anything?  I don't even know what time it
is, and don't much care."
	Bettina smiled at her.  "Nobody's in any hurry, Lauralee.  If you
want to stay over all day, that's just great for us."
	Giggling, Lauralee said, "I wonder what that shifty little desk
clerk will think about that?"
	'Who cares?" Robbie asked.  "every time I look at your gorgeous
cunt, I think I could fuck it for a week, without stopping--except to eat
it.  That's what I want to do now, Mother; I have to get that wild pussy
into my mouth and suck on it."
	Lauralee felt a hot shiver climbing her spine, and a tremble began
somewhere within the silken depths of her vagina.  "Anything," she
whispered, "anything for the two people I love most."
	Bettina rose from the bed to make room, that small and shapely
body glistening like precious molten metal, but so much softer.  Robbie
slid across the undulating water bed, and Lauralee stared down to watch
the rising of her son's prick, seeing it thicken and grow longer.
	The brown matting of his pubic hair looked soft and appealing, and
she remembered the touch of it against her face, the ultra-soft caress of
his sack.  Lauralee couldn't ever recall seeing his father's hard cock
close up; she had been repelled by the very idea and now she wondered what
her former husband's cock would be like.  Shaking the thought away, she
moved to the bed and lay upon it, welcoming its gentle rolling, the give
of it beneath her ass.
	She rolled toward Robbie and took his slim body into her arms. 
Her mouth sought his, and she kissed her son as he so deserved to be
kissed, with a probing of her hot tongue and a gentle clashing of teeth. 
Lauralee drank his breath and ran her hands in wonder over his sleek body,
finding the grace and young manhood of his shaping, the sculptured
modelling of his buttocks.
	Robbie's cock pressed against her belly, and her erectile nipples
drilled themselves into his hairless chest.  She rubbed her aching mound
into his crotch, tore his mouth away and gasped, "Oh, Mom, it's just like
touching you for the first time?  You make my prick so stiff it hurts.  I
love Bettina, and really dig fucking her, but I guess Mother pussy must be
the best there is."
	Wriggling along her flesh, her son dipped his face and began to
kiss her throat, her collarbone.  She stroked his hair and shoulders,
moving onto her back and parting her legs so he could fit his body between
her hungry thighs.  When he reached her tits Lauralee squirmed and worked
slowly on down to her belly, nipping the skin and laving it wetly with his
not tongue.
	She quivered at the stirring of his breath in her pubic hair, and
her labia seemed to reach up, to part of their own accord.  Groaning, her
son plunged his mouth greedily into her cunt and Lauralle echoed his
throaty sound.  Her head rolled from side to side upon the pillow as
Robbie at her pussy, and her darling boy gobbled her cunt, his tongue
corkscrewing far into her flowing vagina, his teeth pressing into her
pussy lips.
	Robbie's fingernails dug into the surging cheeks of her ass, and
she rolled her hips, smearing her crotch over his cheeks and chin, against
his nose.  It was maddening, but a beautiful insanity that tingled along
her nerve ends and ;made her skin quake wildly.  Lauralee hunched her cunt
to him, bringing her smooth thighs close to caress her son's head with
them.
	She was gasping for breath when she felt Bettina slide onto the
bed with them.  While Robbie busily devoured her snatch, the girl began to
caress Lauralee's throbbing breasts.  Taking turns upon the tender
nipples, Bettina moved tantalizingly down and down while Lauralee's
confused mind wondered what was going on.  But whatever it was, the act
had to be wonderful, and she accepted the additional caresses with
happiness.
	Then it happened.  Bettina forced the thighs apart, and
manipulated herself into the widespread legs beside Robbie.  Lauralee
stared down at the heads together, the brown one and the honey-blond one,
boy and girl.  Her belly tightened at Bettina added the quick and deft
caresses of her tongue to that of Robbie's, and Lauralee was somehow being
eaten by two people.
	She could feel the feverish darting of both their tongues,
sometimes alternating, sometimes cramming themselves side by side into her
heaving snatch.  They went to work on her clitoris, lapping and teasing,
their caresses sliding wet, tingling hot.  Oh lord--skyrockets were
threatening to go off inside her vagina, the fuses sizzling.  It was an
overwhelming sensation, and Lauralee swivelled her crotch in happiness,
pivoting her steaming cunt against first one mouth, then the other.
	
Deliciously, the shudders ran through her taut and writhing body.; her
vagina contracted and her ass quivered.  Lauralee cried out that she was
coming, coming, but the searching tongues only speared her faster and
deeper.
	Locking their heads between her thighs, she churned her pussy in
ecstasy, feeling it turn into a seething cauldron, feeling the suction
being applied there.  Her head whirled and she had a tough time catching
her breath, but Lauralee didn't give a damn it she fell dead at the height
of her orgasm.  Pumping and moaning, she drew the most from it, forcing
her inflamed clit against someone's teeth, her moan 
lengthening and soaring as she felt the tip of a finger forcing itself
into the tight dimple of her asshole.
	It was still there when she fell back, her breasts pistoning up
and down, and sharp, darting thrills still firing throughout her pussy,
trailing liquid sparks behind.  Lauralee wiggled upon the embedded finger,
relaxing as it slid father up her tube.  A different sensation, she
thought in rapture, something else she was discovering.  Another part of
her body was being brought into a use she had never dreamed could be. 
Hazily, she wondered just how many ways of sensual gratification there
were.
	
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	The finger eased from her disturbed anus, and Luaralee sighed. 
One head lifted from her steaming cunt, and another.  She looked down the
length of he supine body with drowsy eyes, registering slowly her son's
intent face.
	"Your pussy tastes like honey, Mom," he said softly.  "Did my
father ever go down on you like that?  I mean, even without somebody else
helping?"
	Lauralee swallowed.  "N-no, dear.  Of course, we never did it with
anyone else around.  And--well, I never enjoyed it, before.  You and
Bettina, you're both so marvelous."
	"You are, too," he breathed.  "Man, that's really a juicy gash, so
rich and velvety.  I damned near dame while I was eating you."
	"Don't waste it, baby," she said.  "Give it to your mother."
	His swollen cockhead prodded at the entrance of her vulva, soft
and hard at once, covered with silken skin, but having that strong core of
power present only in a horny man's turgid prick.  Lauralee's pussy lips
fitted themselves to the knob, already greasy with excitement, and her
sons bulb slid easily between them as Robbie thrust his shaft up and in.
	The distended meat glided into her receptive cunt, far up into her
pulsating hole, and the boy's lovely balls came to rest in the furry cleft
of her trembling ass.  It was inside her again; her darling son's
wonderful prick was buried to the root inside her greedy cunt, throbbing
there as he lay still between her thighs.  Pelvis to pelvis, his brown
pubic hair blending with her curly black mattress, they remained quiet for
a while,  exulting in what they both had.
	Slowly then, by tacit agreement, they began to stroke, Robbie's
long, slim cock slipping inch by inch back through the jealous gripping of
her satin-lined sheath, the upper part of the sweet meat exerting pressure
against her clit.  Fabulous boyish prick, she thought, rolling her belly
against his; fantastic little-boy cock so beautiful and hard, sawing in
and out of her soupy gash.  She rode it gleefully, but not with any
driving force; Lauralee wanted the gentleness now, this special tender
give-and- take of slippery meat within oily flesh.
	Sensuously and almost languidly, she ground upon the moving rod,
caressing her son's smooth hips and travelling her fingers along his
spine.  Robbie reached deeply with every thrust, no more in a hurry than
she was, and she luxuriated in the penetrations, in the teasing way he was
using his charming prick.
	So many things had been turned topsy-turvy in her mind.  There was
no way she could possibly be jealous of this boy's other lover, of
Robbie's legal wife .  Maybe that was because she was also in live with
the lovely Bettina, she had shared that sugared pussy as well.  But it now
seemed so *right*, all very natural and normal to fuck and be fucked by
those she truly cared for.
	"Slow and easy," Robbie sighed.  "It's far out to be able to screw
you this way, Mom---without hurrying and jamming it to you, I mean.  Your
cunt is so soft and deep, and so hot, too.  I dig putting the cock to you
like this, with your fine ass wiggling and your belly sliding, while I
look down and watch your tits rocking from side to side.  But I don't know
how long I can hold out, so if I start to come before  you do, let me
know."
	"It won't matter," she purred, feeling catlike and squirmy.  "You
can make me come just by pumping that magic semen into my pussy darling. 
Ooohh! That's so thrilling--ahhh, my sweetheart, my horny little boy.  How
you've grown up---oohh!  I adore your cock, Robbie!  I worship this superb
prick!"
	Lauralee became conscious of the girl, of young Betina slipping
into position near her head.  Dreamily, she turned her face, wriggling
upon the slow prodding meat within her abundant cunt.  She saw Bettina's
dark golden pubic hair, and the peerless modelling of the shapely thighs,
the rounded sculpture of the girl's knees.
	"Take me, too," Bettina murmured.  "Just keep your head straight,
Lauralee, and I'll lift one knee across you like this--oh yes, darling. 
IT turns me on so much, to watch Robbie feeding you his meat, to see you
hunching on your son's prick, my husband's prick."
	Staring up, Lauralee eyed the poised vulva, and delighted in the
sight of the furred mound, the peeping pink labia.  A cunt could be
beautiful, too, she thought; how could she have ever considered here own
to be ugly?  Gently, the girl began to lower that beguiling crotch, and
Lauralee caught the aroma of it, the spicy, exotic perfume of love itself.
	She humped a little faster upon Robbie's gliding shaft, and her
daughter-in- law's pussy came down, down.  Lauralee opened her mouth and
fitted her lips across those humid ones so honeyed and elegant.  Silken
hair pressed against her teeth, and she bored her tongue upward into the
dewy vagina that had been so artistically designed for sex with either man
or woman.
	They were meshed again, when Bettina's snatch settled snugly over
he mouth; they were mixed, locked together by prick and cunt and tongue,
all of them moving torridly together in the selfless sharing of their
love.  Lauaralee twisted upon her son's surging meant, and Robbie started
to pump it more strongly to his mother's cunt, his greasy balls flapping
noisily against her asshole.
	Bettina was very eager, and although her vision was cut off,
Lauralee could vividly imagine the girl staring wide-eyed at the prick
slipping in and out, at the curling gyrations of a black-haired pussy that
was fast approaching a climax.  The girl thrust and heaved, recoiling only
to jam that juicy slot harder against Lauralee' lapping tongue.
	There was the clitoris, leaping with a life of its won, and
Lauralee drew it avidly, pulled on the feminine penis with a blind and
dedicated affection.  She could hear Bettina hissing, hear the girl
groaning.  Maybe it was Robbie, she thought dimly ; maybe all three of
them were making the sounds.
	Sucking and rolling her jaws, Lauralee hurried the job on
Bettina's clit, wanting the girl to come with them, for she could feel the
jerkiness of her son's reaching cockhead, and knew that orgasm was close. 
Her own was blooming like a wildflower, deep within her rippling cunt, and
Lauralee lurched, pulled back, and snapped her vagina tightly around
Robbie's embedded shaft.
	The boy came furiously, jetting his semen into her pussy with
spasmodic bursts, grunting and holding his root firmly against her
clitoris.  Lauralee came with him, white novas spinning inside her
straining body, and she felt Bettina shudder at the same moment.  They had
made it.

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