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From: yarddog200@aol.com (Yarddog200)
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Subject: REPOST BY REQUEST: TXT. MOM'S IN ON THE MARRIAGE #1
Date: 7 Dec 1995 19:49:53 -0500
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MOM'S IN ON THE MARRIAGE

Chapter 1

***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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	The memory of the desk clerk's lecherous grin was still with
Lauralee as she opened the door to one of the adjoining rooms and went
inside.  But she was just too woozy to wonder about the man's lifted
eyebrow or the stupid question he had put to her when she registered. 
didn't everybody stay all night in a motel?  She couldn't imagine many
people leaving at two a.m.
	Dropping her only luggage, the overnight case, upon a chair, she
blinked around the room and heard her son and his brand new bride laugh,
through the door that connected their rooms.  She frowned; neither of them
had the decency to be embarrassed, and they should be.  Not only because
they had run away to Reno to get married--and both of them so damned
*young*--but also because Robbie's beat-up old car had broken down and
he'd had to cal his mother to come rescue them.
	Lauralee shrugged off her sensible coat and looked around the
room.  She shouldn't have had those two strong drinks; she wasn't at all
used to alcohol, and they had made her drowsy, so of course the only
logical thing to do was stop at the first motel along the highway.  And it
was expensive.   Silly newlyweds never considered expenses, or jobs, or
planning ahead; they just leaped into marriage as if it was going to be
one long and rosy romance.
	She blinked at her surroundings: a huge, round water bed over
there, entirely surrounded by blue mirrors; even the ceiling above it was
mirrored, and she thought, *how crude*.  The entire room seemed to shriek
of sexuality.  Lauralee's lip curled.
	Walking over to the bed, she leaned to touch it gingerly, and drew
back at the quiver of the thing.  Next door, the girl giggled again, and
Lauralee bit her lips remembering her own wedding night, the pain and
ugliness, the farce that had continued throughout her marriage.  But she
strongly suspected that this wasn't the first time her son had been to bed
with Bettina, and wondered why the girl was laughing.  Maybe she was a
good actress; so many women were, simply because they had to be.
	Shaking her head, Lauralee walked to the bathroom and checked the
shower stall for cleanliness.  It would do, so she strode back into the
bedroom, unbuttoning her blouse.  Balancing primly upon the edge of a
chair, she took off her shoes and noticed the time on her wristwatch. 
Time for the late news, she thought, and turned on the television set,
then slid from her skirt and pulled her slip over her head as the set
warmed up.
	Her bra and panties were plain white and serviceable, nothing
frilly and fancy; she had never even worn the lacy sets that her husband
had brought home that first year.  They were still packed away in a trunk.
 Maybe his new wife or girlfriend wore such things.
	She was reaching around behind her back and had just unhooked her
bra when her eyes fell on the TV screen.  Lauralee gasped, and her knees
unhinged themselves in a total shock that dropped her back into the chair,
the bra slipping from her nerveless hand.
	What she was seeing was *impossible*, but there it was, in flaming
and outrageous color--the close-up of a man' thing working back and forth
into a woman's organ!
	Stunned, she stared in disbelief at the terrible picture, at the
veined penis sliding greasily, powerfully into a hairy mound whose lips
were puggy and inflamed, at the rhythm of the furry testicles that swung
back and forth.  Oh no, she though as her head whirled--oh no!  It
couldn't be; things like that were never shown on television.
	It was horrible, and she felt the muscles of her stomach go tight,
her thighs draw themselves together protectively.  That penis looked so
huge, and the woman's labia seemed to writhe.  There was sound, too--that
awful, wet noise of oily meat slipping into a soapy sheath, that damp
slapping of the sack against the cleft of an uptilted pair of rolling
buttocks.
	Lauralee had never seen anything like it before; she had never
even looked closely at her own husband's thing, and, after the so-called
honeymoon, had always turned off the lights when Marshall had insisted
upon his husbandly rights.  She tired to force herself from the chair, to
move forward and turn off the detestable picture, but somehow her long
legs refused to work.
	The camera panned back, and she could see the couple in full. 
Even though they were obviously perverted, they were acceptably
good-looking, and she was amazed that two such normal-appearing people
would dirty themselves that way, by allowing their animalistic performance
to be filmed.  And the way the woman was squirming and heaving, moaning
deep in her throat, as if she was really enjoying the brutal thrusting of
the man's thick organ.
	The chill that had numbed the back of Lauralee's neck changed
subtly as the woman called out shamelessly that she was coming, coming,
and the camera zoomed in tight again to show the man's sack leaping
convulsively as he also reached his orgasm.  Lauralee hadn't ;known it did
that, and she frowned again when she realized that the nipples of her
breasts had grown erect.
	She gripped her thighs, her fingernails digging into tender flesh
as she watched the penis itself, withdrawn from the woman's vagina, the
slow oozing of creamy semen that dripped down the red and swollen shaft. 
Then she gasped, for suddenly a mouth was up close to the thing, a smiling
mouth with red lips and a pink tongue darting.  The tongue lapped at the
thickly sliding semen and drew the pasty stuff into her mouth.
	Lauralee shuddered violently.  She knew that such perversions went
on in the world, but she had never had the slightest idea that she would
be personally exposed to them.  How depraved could people get?  She fought
to stand up, to blot out the nauseating scene, but her legs betrayed her.
	 There!  The shameless bitch was actually taking the greasy glans
into her mouth, drawing it deeply and sucking on it.  Lauralee could see
the woman's throat working and make out the in-dipping of the cheeks.  How
could she stand the very idea of doing that, much less the taste, which
must be icky?  It was bad enough to be forced to touch a man's penis, but
to take it in your mouth?
	Blurring back, the camera showed how the man was stroking the
long, blonde hair, how he was hunching his thing into the girl's face; and
they were groaning together, wiggling as if what they were doing was
divine.
	There were other angles, the man's taut face, a shot of his sack
moving, and a strange one of the woman's had caressing her own vulva as
she continued to suck lustily upon the penis in her mouth.  Was she going
to--to finger herself?  Yes, there it was in all its forbidden starkness,
the finger prodding the frothing labia and fondling those obscenely gaping
lips before slipping inside.  She was masturbating then, humping upon her
hand and stroking the finger into her vagina as she pulled and chewed
noisily upon the man's stiff organ
	Lauralee trembled when she discovered that she was caressing her
own mound, that its resilient mattress was pulsing beneath the wayward
hand.  She jerked away her fingers and closed her eyes.  Enough of this
shocking thing!  She would simply turn off the set and go take a cooling
shower.  She told herself that was why she was slipping her panties down
her legs.
	The close-up of the finger moving within the steaming, hairy slot
hypnotized her, entranced her, and she quivered when she made little,
tentative movements across her mound.  She had always been told this was
debasing, but the actress seemed to be enjoying it so, and surely it
couldn't hurt to just see--
	Lauralee shot bolt upright in the chair when her fingertip slipped
all too easily between her labia and inadvertently touched something that
flashed wet flames throughout her tensing body.  It was so strange, a
queer thrill that she sought again.  On the screen the other woman's
finger was blurring swiftly now, and the entire curly-haired mound was
surging lasciviously.
	Cutting to the man's distended penis, the screen showed his sack
leaping again, and the woman spread her lips just slightly so that the
viewers could watch the veritable cascade of creamy semen that was
drenching her mouth.  Thick and pearly, the heavy juice spurted far back
into her throat, and the woman choked it down, swallowing rapidly while
her super-active tongue looped over and around the geyser-like glans.
	She was actually drinking the fluid down, Lauralee thought
dazedly; the otherwise stunningly attractive woman was gulping down a
man's seminal liquid and acting as if it was the most delicious, the most
gratifying stuff in the world.  Lauralee trembled upon her finger, and
worked it hesitantly back and forth.
	
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	Her husband's thing had never felt this good; he had forced it
into her on their wedding night, had forced it into her virginal body
without regard to her sensitivity, never even considering that she might
have been repulsed by the whole thing.  And even though what she was doing
was almost as bad, she was at least getting some enjoyment from it.
	Just as the actress was; look how her beautiful thighs were
contracting as she rode her finger---no!  *two* fingers--rotating her
pelvis and pumping her crotch with the same hungry motions she had used in
copulating with the man only a minute before.  It looked so real, so
thrilling, and Lauralee found herself almost matching the woman's frenzy,
rocking her hips in unaccustomed movements that were reaching frenzy.
	It was good; it was devilishly exciting and sinfully sweet.  She
could feel it building, a weird pressure in her thighs and growing in her
lower groin.  Lauralee ground sensuously upon her finger, cupping the
others over her heaving mound and pushing her long legs out in front of
her, practically lifting off the chair cushion as she thrust and recoiled,
stroked and pulled back.
	Heat spread within her slippery vagina, and a bright little ember
fanned itself into white-hot flame at her clitoris, that little center of
passion that she had long thought was withered and useless.  Eyes fixed
mesmerized upon the TV screen, Lauralee bucked in the throes of her first
orgasm, biting her lips and moaning, her head rolling limply from side to
side as she reached the hissing, tumbling crest of a mighty, smashing
wave.
	She had come.
	Oh lord, she had come at last.  It was a marvelous release, an
emotional explosion that had loosened every fiber of her body, all the
nerves that had so long been denied this rapture.  She held her finger
deep within her flexing vagina and shuddered in the swirling backwash of
her climax, her eyes closed and open, closed and open.
	They were doing something else on the screen, and she thought
fuzzily, so soon?  Lauralee blinked, and slowly realized that another
woman had entered the room there, a woman with different-colored hair and
a differently proportioned body, one who wore a diaphanous and revealing
babydoll nightie.  As Lauralee stared, this new actress slipped out of the
gown and walked gracefully to the couple resting upon the bed.

	Why, Lauralee thought in surprise, they were trying to--to do it
together, and they ought to know that couldn't be done.  They simply
weren't built like that; one of them had to possess a male thing.  But she
had to admit that it looked interesting as they thrust together, grinding
their crotches and trembling as they continued to kiss hotly.
	When the camera cut to a close-up of the  moving vulvas,
Lauralee's eyes went wide.  She could see a clitoris that looked very much
like a man's rod, only much smaller, and she could also see that the two
slits were meeting, stimulating each other.  It was fantastic.
	It was also voluptuous, and she began to build up the magic rhythm
again, her eyes fixed upon the screen, her thighs spreading themselves
wider as she rooted deeper with the probing finger, pretending she was one
with the women.
	"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---"
	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.

[ end Chapt. 1 ]
	
Yarddogx

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From: yarddog200@aol.com (Yarddog200)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: REPOST BY REQUEST: TXT. MOM'S IN ON THE MARRIAGE #2
Date: 7 Dec 1995 19:50:10 -0500
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MOM'S IN ON THE MARRIAGE MARRIAGE

Chapter 2

***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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	That was when she caught something at the corner of her eye and
turned to see her son standing in the connecting doorway between the
rooms.
	Lauralee rolled off the bed and fled for the bathroom, her legs
flashing and her breasts bouncing, acutely conscious of her nakedness.
	Robbie had seen her doing that with Bettina; she was sure of it. 
There was no way the boy could have missed what had been going on, and
Lauralee's insides drew themselves into shameful knots.  Her son had seen
his mother making homosexual love to his new bride, and nothing could ever
change that.
	Shivering, here face flushed and her heart racing, she locked the
door behind her and leaned against it, trying to regain some measure of
control over her tumbling mind.  There was simply no excuse for what she
had done, for the things she had allowed to happen to her own body and
that of the girl.  She would never be able to explain to Robbie, and he
would hate her forever.  He might hate his wife, also;' there could be an
annulment, or a divorce.
	Lauralee trembled again.  How would that look in the
newspapers--son names own mother as correspondent in divorce action?  Oh
lord; she tangled her fingers together and squeezed them, catching a quick
reflection of her tortured face in the bathroom mirror and looking away
immediately.
	Moving stiffly then, she fumbled for the towel rack, and wrapped a
fluffy towel around her hips; it was more difficult to cover her breasts,
but she managed to knot together enough material to hide them reasonably. 
Robbie had already seen her nude, but would never be subjected to such a
spectacle again--if her ever even spoke to her again.
	Faintly, she could hear voices in the bedroom, but they weren't
loud, and might be the dialog from that damned television set.  Maybe they
had gone back to their own room to fight it out.  She wondered how she
could possibly face them now, especially Robbie, but knew she somehow had
to.  She couldn't just drive away and leave them here.  It was going to be
agony, Lauralee thought, utter agony.
	Checking the coverings and wishing that the towels hid more of her
thighs and that her breasts didn't push so against them, she twice reached
for the doorknob and twice dropped her hand.  At last, steeling herself to
the inevitable, Lauralee twisted the knob and slowly opened the door.
	They were sitting upon the bed, side by side, their heads together
and whispering.  Step by step, she made her feet move toward them, trying
to put together some kind of apology.  But all the words were weak and
meaningless.
	He looked around first, and Lauralee flinched.  She saw light
reflect from her son's pale brown hair, and caught the full impact of his
black eyes.  He sat erect, his slim body nicely shaped, boyishly molded,
with good shoulders and a flat belly and narrow hips.  Robbie's face was
calm; she dropped her eyes.  The boy was taking it well, but she was
certain he would explode and call her all the filthy names she deserved.
	Her lips were dry.  "Robbie---I--please don't think--":
	Coming off the bed, he said, "Mom!"
	Startled, she saw that he was naked from head to foot.  She saw
the ebony fur of his sack, and recoiled from the image of her son's thing,
the boy's penis that reached out long and slim and strong, its polished
head glistening damply red.  Lauralee took a backward step, and clung to
the towels that disguised her own nudity.
	"Mom," Robbie said again, and followed her.  "Don't freak out,
now.  I saw it all, Mom--and it was something else.  It was really great. 
Bettina has been telling me everything that happened between you two, and
I think it's terrific."
	Lauralee swallowed.  "You think it's -- it's *what*?"
	"Terrific," he repeated, so close now that the swollen knob of his
young shaft was almost touching the fluffy towel around her waist.  "I
always know that Bettina was AC/DC--that she swings with chicks and guys,
too.  But I always figured you were too uptight for sex, any kind of sex. 
 Then when I saw you going down on her, when I watched Bettina grinding
her pussy into your face and saw the way you were digging it--I wished I
could have seen it all, right from the beginning.  As it was, I wanted to
jack off."
	"Robbie, you don't know what you're saying."  Lauralee backed away
and found her shoulders touching the wall.  "I--I don't know what got into
me, why I would do such awful things, but I can assure you it will never
happen again.  Now please, I think the best thing we can do is to get
dressed and drive home, get out of this terrible motel.	"
	From the bed, Bettina said, "No way."
	And Robbie moved closer.  Rigid with fright, Lauralee watched her
son's hands lifting, saw them manipulate the knot that held the towels
across her breasts.  They fell away, and Lauralee shrank back trying to
cover her tits with her hands.  That was when the boy whipped the covering
from her hips, and suddenly she was as naked as her son.
	"You're really beautiful," he whispered.  "If you only knew how
beautiful you are to me.  Oh Mom, Mom--ever since I was big enough to
raise a hard-on, I've been trying to get a peep at your naked body, to
catch just one glimpse of that lovely black-haired cunt.  But as I grew
up, I didn't think you'd be worth it, anyway .  You were always so cold
and aloof, and never went out with guys.  But now---*now*, my cock is
aching all over again."
	Horrified, she crouched before him, before this suddenly strange
male who was caressing his stiff prick with one hand, whose eyes were
licking hotly all over her body and probing at the bushy mound she
couldn't hide with her fingers.
	"Robbie, you don't mean--you can't mean--"
	He touched her breasts with warm fingertips, and she knew the
velvet caress of his ballooned glans against the trembling skin of her
belly.  "Yeah, mom, I want to fuck you, and now I'm getting the chance."
	Sucking in a deep and steadying breath, Lauralee suddenly wheeled
away from him, and darted for the bed, for help from Bettina, for her
clothing--for anything.  Robbie was right behind her, and she tried to say
something to the girl.  Bettina clamped strong young hands around
Lauralee's wrists and jerked her across the bed.
	"Come on," Bettina hissed.  "Fuck him.  You know you want to."
	"No--no--no!"  Lauralee insisted, struggling to free herself.
	Then she felt Robbie against her from behind, felt the warm touch
of his body, the very hard length of her son's prick nestling into the
cleft of her buttocks.  She tried to roll away, to wiggle from beneath his
weight.  But he slid off only to take a from grip upon her ankles, and she
knew terror as he pulled her legs apart.
	"Don't--oh, don't do this,"  she begged.  "Robbie---Bettina--thank
what you're doing!  Oh please, please---"
	The girl's face was intent, the green eyes fixed upon h er. 
"Don't fight it, Lauralee.  If you'll admit it, you want to be fucked by
him as much as he want to put his meat to you."
	"NO!" Lauralee fought as best she could, her long legs flailing,
jerking at her trapped wrists and hissing between clenched teeth. 
"B--bettina!  He's your husband, and my--my own son!  You can't *help* him
do this--Robbie, Robbie!  It's rape--rape; you're trying to rape your
mother, Robbie!"
	"Yeah," he grunted from behind her.  "I'll take that sweet pussy
any way I have to get it.  Just relax, Mom.  Bettina--help me roll her
over onto  her back."
	They wheeled her, whipped her over, and Lauralee was staring up
into her son's face as he smiled down at her, as his knee slid between her
thighs and forced them apart, as one hand pressed down upon her heaving
belly.  Robbie held his prick tightly in the other hand, and was steering
the distended bulb toward her crotch.  She could see a droplet of clear
fluid shining upon the blunt red tip, and shuddered.
	Her hands were drawn above her head, and even though she rolled
her hips frantically, Lauralee realized that she wasn't going to be able
to stop it, that her son was about to force his bulging cockhead into his
mother's quivering vulva.
	When it touched her pubic hair, she lunged and bucked, but that
only helped Robbie settle the head of his eager shaft into her cunt lips. 
With a single, fierce thrust, the boy crammed his meat into her, and
Lauralee knew a hot, electric shock as her son's knob penetrated her
vagina.
	If only she hadn't already been so juicy, she thought; if only she
had been dry, and not still turned on by the sex she had shared with
Bettina.  He couldn't have gotten it into her so easily then.  But now she
twisted upon the impalement of stiff young cock, surprised that there was
no pain, as there had been with her husband.  Instead, a deep thrill
closed her pussy around the sliding prick, and she felt its marvelous
length reaching up and up, farther than any tongue could manage.  She felt
her son grunt as he buried the full length of his strong boyish shaft into
his mother's forbidden cunt, felt the pressure of his pelvis against the
mattress of her pubic mound.
	Involuntarily, her pussy lips encircled his swollen meat, and
somewhere deep within her vagina there were slippery velvet ripples. 
Robbie's balls came to rest in the mossy crack of her ass.  Her son was
inside her body.  Her son's hard prick was jammed to the hilt inside her
cunt.  Lauralee trembled like a leaf caught in a hurricane.
	Robbie began to stroke her, working his shaft back and forth
within her oiled vagina.  Her silken folds clung to him, moved with him,
and Lauralee knew a stimulation of her clitoris, an arousal there that her
husband's prick had never been able to bring about.  It was wrong, all
wrong, but she could not resist it.  Jerkily at first, then with a
smoother rhythm, her pelvis started to roll up and down and her hips swung
from side to side.
	Bettina let go of her wrists, and Lauralee's arms came down, only
to wrap themselves around the boy's slim body.  Her hands found his smooth
ass cheeks.  She clung to them as they gyrated, as her son maneuvered his
wondrous staff within the suctioning cavity of her flowing pussy.
	"That's the way, Mom," Robbie panted.  "Fuck me back---oh Mom,
darling-- fuck me back!"
	Flinging her supple legs up and around his body, Lauralee netted
him with her thighs and locked her ankles.  Rocking with him, meeting him
thrust for thrust, she really screwed him, riding the boy's driving prick
as she had never ridden her husband's.  IT was so different, so good,
wildly thrilling.  His cockhead was touching every hot spot within her
vagina, and her clit leaped at each stroke of his root.
	"Beautiful, hot pussy,"  Robbie gasped, digging his fingers into
the surging cheeks of her active ass.  "Oh, what a crazy, deep pussy---all
juicy and slick!  Man, it's just eating up my cock, biting down on it,
wringing it out--oh Mom, what a fabulous piece of ass you are!"
	"B--baby---oh my baby!  We're doing it--your sweet prick is
sliding inside your mom's cunt--I can feel your balls against my ass, and
your belly moving into mine!  Oh!  Oh, Robbie--I never realized that
fucking could be so beautiful--oh, stick it to me, baby--pus it into me
harder, harder!  Shove it into my pussy, Robbie.  Fuck you mother--fuck
your mother!!"
	He pounded it to her then, savagely rammed his iron-hard rod into
her gobbling snatch, and she heard squishing noises, heard the damp
slapping of his swinging balls.
Pounding her crotch into his, she raked his ass in a frenzy, and bit the
column of his throat.  His cockhead drove home solidly, and she writhed
upon it, hunched upon the shaft with a feral urgency, a deep-seated need
Lauralee hadn't imagined she could possess.
	"C--close," Robbie grunted. "I'm getting close, Mother. 
I---oohhh, baby---oh, you hot-assed bitch, you beautiful, sweet-cunted
bitch--I'm going to come!  I'm going to come into my Mom's pussy!"
	Swivelling her hips, rotating her vagina around his pistoning
cock, she hissed it at her son:  "Let it go, baby!  Shoot off inside me
and pack my cunt with your little-boy semen--ahhh!  OHHHH!  I can feel it
squirting up inside my pussy, darling!"
	Moaning, then, she humped furiously as the boy's discharge
splashed boiling against her womb, as her own son's semen gushed violently
throughout her absorbing snatch.  Robbie's come was thick and very rich,
she thought, her head spinning as she shook and jerked in the throes of
the craziest orgasm she had ever known.  It was a fountain of foamy juice
that bathed her vagina, and she loved every drop of the sticky fluid.
	Holding him powerfully between her thighs, Lauralee knew that her
cunt was seething, turned into a cauldron by their mutual climaxes.   But
she couldn't stop moving upon his stilled prick; it was too precious to
waste, and the soapy liquids within her snatch made it even more
sensational.  Blindly, without thinking what she was doing, she held her
son close and turned onto her side, then rolled over on top of him making
certain that his upright cock was still trapped firmly in her dripping
sheath.
	She was straddling him then, holding him captive beneath her
feverish body, imprisoning his delightful prick within her lubricated
flesh.  Lauralee felt strong and powerful, felt dominant, and she liked
that. 
	"GO, baby,"  Bettina breathed, and Lauralee remembered that her
daughter- in-law was only inches away, kneeling beside the bed and
watching the screwing with dedicated interest.  "That's the way," the girl
said excitedly.  "Ride his prick; pump it up and down on him and make  him
come in you again."
	Smiling, Lauralee stretched out her hand, and the girl took it,
holding it tightly as she stared down between the bodies to where her
husband's shaft was crammed to the balls within his mother's inflamed
cunt.  Lauralee stared into Bettina's eyes as she rolled her hips
sinuously, as she bent forward to allow her son to take a downward-hanging
nipple into his mouth.
	Robbie held her ass and stroked up into her flooded snatch as she
gyrated upon his cock.  He sucked blissfully upon her tit, his eyes closed
in rapture.
	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 her son'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.

	*********************** [End Chapter 2 ]********************
Yarddogx

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From: yarddog200@aol.com (Yarddog200)
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Subject: REPOST BY REQUEST: TXT. MOM'S IN ON THE MARRIAGE #3
Date: 7 Dec 1995 19:50:17 -0500
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MOM'S IN ON THE MARRIAGE

Chapter 3

***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.]

**************************************************************************
****
	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.
	It was a good body, she thought, and according to Robbie and
Bettina, a beautiful, sexy one.   Her body was capable of giving and of
receiving much love.  Her legs were long and supple, and her breasts
shaped high and firmly.  She had always thought she was a bit too lean,
but they insisted she was just right, special in her own way.
	Lauralee ran soapy hands over the curving of her ass and smiled. 
Robbie called it her sweet, not ass.  Straying bubbled fingers across her
pubic mound, she caressed it.  Rich and deep, they said; her mature pussy
was rich and deep, possessed of an intense fascination for her son. 
Robbie had squirted it hot sheath full of his explosive semen not once,
but twice.
	The seat of rapture, she thought; this volatile, adjustable organ
she had tried to ignore most of her life was now the center of her
existence.  Probably it had been meant to be, but she'd wished she didn't
have it, wished she never had to think of her vagina.
	Until now; until she had ventured to finger herself to her initial
orgasm, turned on by seeing that pornographic film.  Since then, it had
been licked and sucked, its soft juices gulped avidly, its clitoris made a
target for ecstasy.  And she had known the inner workings of another
woman's cunt, tasted the sweetness of the inner lining so silken and
juicy, known the flexing as it shuddered in vibrant climax.
	Lauralee stopped stroking her mound and exposed it to hot rinsing
water, turning her body slowly so that soap would be purled away.  Better
than that, her pussy had been invaded by a thrusting, hammering cock, one
that was hard and young, a prick that reached far up into her hole and set
fire to her womb.  Her son's prick; Robbie's prick, the very shaft that
had been ridden only minutes before by the boy's bride.  But Robbie loved
to fuck his mother, just as well as the lovely, intense girl he had
married, and possibly even more.
	Stepping out of the shower stall, she dried herself and looked in
the mirror, not afraid of meeting her own eyes now.  She appeared much
younger, her deep brown eyes vital, her olive skin fresher, rejuvenated. 
Lauralee towelled her short curls until they bounced Springily; her pubic
hair was springy, too, seeming to sparkle with life and excitement.
	She found a clean towel and draped it about her hips, but left her
breasts bare.  The kids--those wonderful, beautiful children--had gone out
for sandwiches and soft drinks, and she would meet them almost without
reticence, proud of her body instead of hiding its invigorated flesh.
	The TV was still going, its sound tuned low, but the bright images
flashed just as powerfully upon the screen.  Smiling, Lauralee lowered
herself into the chair and watched it, crossing her slender legs
gracefully.  Evidently the films ran continuously, one movie replacing
another until they started all over again.  Two men were fucking a lovely
girl, one of them burrowing his hard, oversized cock into her small, furry
cunt while the other held her head upon his lap and worked his cockhead in
and out of her red mouth.
	Leaning back in the chair, Lauralee thought that would be nice,
too.  It would be exciting to be between two horny men, taking their
pricks into her body, love and love alike.  Robbie; she would first lean
how to eat a male organ by doing it to her son.  It would be different
from lapping a girl's snatch, but she should have not trouble now that she
was willing to learn it all.
	Too bad there wasn't another man around.  Lauralee wanted to
compare cock sizes, to feel the differences of strange shafts, to know a
variety of orgasms when they came in her receptive box.  With interest,
she watched the screen as the two men changed positions.  Poor Marshall,
she thought; he would never know the sharp thrill of doing that.  He had
been almost as uptight as she, knowing only one way to relieve the
pressures of his balls--brute force and always on top, always hammering
into her flinching pussy without mercy.  No wonder she and her husband
separated; they had both been so stupid but she had been worse.  Lauralee
knew that now.
	A key rattled in the lock, and the kids came laughing into the
room.  "Oh wow," Bettina said, putting down a sack of sandwiches, "did you
know there was a swinging room off the lobby?  Late as it is, there were
only two couples there, looking each other over."
	Robbie grinned and popped the tops on some cans of soft drinks. 
"We almost screwed up the trade, because when they got a look at us, I
could see the wheels turning.  We're so much younger.  But I wasn't even
tempted--not with my own special older woman waiting for me here."
	Lauralee accepted a hamburger and discovered that she was
ravenous.  "Do they really do that, meet and exchange wives or husbands or
whatever?"
	"Sure," Bettina said, taking a bite of hot dog. "Not out there in
the lobby, of course.  They swap and go to the rooms; sometimes they all
go together to one room."
	Drinking a swallow of Coke, Lauralee thought that over.  It would
be stimulating to make it with a man she had never seen before, and would
probably never meet again.  Raw, primitive sex, and nothing more; no
entanglements, no commitments.  Only a good, solid fucking and goodbye.
	The kids watched the porn movie as they ate, giggling and
discussing the techniques of the actors.  It was better this way, Lauralee
thought; sex had to be better when there was love like that she shared
with her son and his wife.  The intimacy was unique.  It was romantic, and
incest was no longer a horrible word.
	Robbie was staring at her breasts.  "You have wonderful tits, Mom.
 did I bit them when I was a baby?"
	"Sometimes," she smiled, "but I didn't care.  I loved you then,
too.  I didn't like putting you on a bottle, but the doctor said to."
	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.
	They approached her from both sides of the moving bed, both of
them naked again, their sleek young bodies glowing.  Her son indeed had an
erection, and it was lovely.  Now that Lauralee could look at it without
shame, she examined Robbie's prick closely, seeing its slim length and the
veins patterning the skin, the gorgeous swelling of the cockhead in all
its darker glory.  There was the tiny drop of clear fluid seeping from its
tip; there were the shaggy balls that could hurl the compressed semen with
such force.
	"Robbie," She murmured as he kneeled upon the bed, "please show me
how to eat you.  I want to learn how to suck your cock, the way those
women do in the films, the way Bettina must do to you."
	"Yeah," he whispered hoarsely, "oh yeah, Mom."
	Straddling her taut waiting body, her son bent his cockhead down
to rub it gently into her vulva, and she shivered at the spongy-hard
caress along her palpitating labia.  He took his time, moving his crotch
forward an inch or two so he could caress her belly with his knob.  She
trembled at the dragging of his hairy balls over her skin, at the thrill
of his knees and the fondling of his thighs.
	Robbie took both her breasts in his hands and squeezed them
together.  Bending her neck, she stared down to see what the boy was
doing, and watched him push his cock head between her tender globes.
	"This is titty-fucking," he explained to her.  "I just dig feeling
your tits around my prick like this."
	She could see the reddened glans peep forth, then disappear as her
son worked his pelvis back and forth, exulting in the feeling of his cock
sliding.  Then she felt something else--a hot breath stirring along her
thighs, a pair of soft lips kissing her skin there.  Bettina, she thought;
the girl was joining in, and would be loving her pussy while she
discovered the flavor or Robbie's stiff meat.
	The cockhead slipped back and forth, each time reaching a little
closer, until it was tapping her chin.  Lauralee opened her lips and
stretched out her tongue.  Then Robbie released her breasts and allowed
them to fall back into position.  He hunched forward so that she could
lick his knob.  He took her head between his hands and aimed the
glistening bulb directly at her mouth.
	This was the moment, Luaralee thought in exultation; this was the
enchanted moment in time when she could demonstrate her deepest love to
her adorable child.  Curling her tongue hungrily around his cockhead, she
tugged it into her mouth.  It tasted salty and sweet; it was flavored with
beauty, and she drew it across her tongue gladly, letting it slide across
the roof of her mouth.
	"Don't try to take it too far," Robbie panted.  "You might get
sick."
	Never, she thought--never!  She had her son's lovely hard prick in
her mouth, and she wanted to swallow it, to suck it far down her throat. 
Lauralee could feel the tips exploring the velvet supping of her throat,
and it didn't bother her.
	"Use your tongue more," she suggested.  "The sucking feels good,
but it's the tongue that will make me come."\
	Lauralee flinched when she felt another tongue, when her
passionate young daughter-in-law dabbed it down through the cloaking pubic
hairs of her cunt to find the tremulous lips.
	Obediently, she rolled her son's bulb around with her tongue, and
found that she could force the little slit open a bit.  Robbie moved his
crotch back and forth in a slow, gently strokes, and she dipped her cheeks
in and out around the delicious meat as she sucked.
	"That's it," Robbie gasped.  "Oh yeah, Mom--that's the way to give
a guy head.  You're eating my prick, Mother---you're sucking me off, and
it's freaking me out!"
	Her mouth was a pussy, she thought; it was basically another kind
of cunt that her beloved son was fucking.  but it was even more intimate;
it brought them immeasurably closer to do it this way, for her to adore
his swollen prick with her throat and lips and tongue.  She loved the slow
swinging of his balls against her neck, and the way he held her head in
position.
	Now Bettina was drilling that educated tongue deep into Lauralee's
pulsing vagina; now the girl's trained mouth was nibbling at labia, and
lapping away like a thirsty puppy.  Lauralee raised her knees to make more
room.  It was unbelievable, the sensations she was enjoying--her son's
cock slipping wetly around inside her greedy mouth, her daughter-in-law's
tongue boring into her cunt, teasing the clitoris.  She was their
receptacle, and they were sharing her; her body was a vessel they could
drink from or pour into, and Lauralee's flesh pulsed fiercely in response.
	"Eat me, Mom," Robbie was saying over and over.  "I---ahhh! I'm
going to let it go---going to pump your mouth full of my come, the same
way I filled your crazy pussy."
	Lauralee groaned around his flexing cockhead when the boy let go,
when the spurting of his semen came bursting into her mouth and spattered
into the back of her throat.  so creamy and luxurious, musky and frothing;
she swallowed it, let the thick cream slide down her throat and sucked
avidly for more.
	"Drink it down," he groaned.  "Swallow my come, take it down into
your stomach and digest it.  Ooohhh, Mom!!  You never sucked off my daddy,
but you're doing it to me."
	Lauralee felt her pelvis surge, because Bettina had found the clit
and was tugging it, torturing the nubbin with tongue and teeth.  The
girl's face was buried in Lauralee's crotch, and she was gulping, chewing,
devouring the humid snatch.
	Keeping her son's greasy prick tightly within her mouth, jealous
of any droplet of his precious fluid that might escape, Lauralee bucked
upon Bettin'as mouth smearing her wet snatch over the girl's face,
bringing her thighs together to held the head just where she wanted it.
	"Ummmm!!"  she said around Robbie's throbbing shaft, and "ummmm,"
again, as the hot wave of a swiftly approaching orgasm threatened to
engulf her.  Let it come, she thought dazedly; let it happen, and she
didn't give a damn if her mind was shattered in the frantic climax.
	Lauralee was in paradise, and when her clit thrummed like a tuning
fork, when the wild sensations cascaded through out her vagina like a
runaway water fall, she floated with them, still tugging upon her son's
cockhead, still trying to drain another treasured droplet of seminal fluid
from it.
	She didn't know when he gently took his prick from her mouth; she
didn't know when Bettina lifted a greasy face from between  her thighs. 
Lauralee only knew that she was floating, drifting, and that nobody had
ever told her that paradise was so warm and liquid.
	
	***************END CHAPT. 3********************
Yarddogx

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From: yarddog200@aol.com (Yarddog200)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: REPOST BY REQUEST: TXT. MOM'S IN ON THE MARRIAGE #4
Date: 7 Dec 1995 19:52:24 -0500
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Reply-To: yarddog200@aol.com (Yarddog200)

	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.]

**************************************************************************
****

	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.

**********************************[End Chapt. 4]*************************
	
Yarddogx

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Subject: REPOST BY REQUEST: TXT. MOM'S IN ON THE MARRIAGE #5
Date: 7 Dec 1995 19:57:24 -0500
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MOM'S IN ON THE MARRIAGE

Chapter 5

***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.]

**************************************************************************
****

	Lauralee drove at average speed, although she wanted to hurry
home.  The X-rated motel was behind them, but she would never forget the
place, and the astounding effect it had had upon her life.  Rolling ahead
of her, the highway arrowed for her house, the home that had been part of
the divorce settlement when she'd parted from Marshall.  The very idea of
it seemed staid and sterile to her now, the almost pathologically tidy
rooms that she realized only echoed her loneliness.
	But not any more, she told herself exultantly; now there was
Betina and Robbie, and her son was closer to her than he had ever been,
because he was also her lover, her young and continually horny stud.  And
her daughter-in-law was a swinging bisexual who revelled in eating pussy
as well as having her own delectable snatch chewed.
	And Lauralee Jergens herself, wasn't she also a ball AC/DC chick? 
That's what the kids called her, and the label was proper.  She felt a
hand upon her thigh, and smiled at the windshield.  Robbie sat beside her,
his bride next to the other door.  They'd wanted to travel this way, not
separate from her in the back seat, and she was glad.  Her son's hand
caressed her thigh with gentle affection, and Lauralee trembled with a
rising excitement, wondering if she would always react this way to him,
and seeing no future reason not to.  Not as long as they both could fuck,
she though gaily; not while their overflowing love was shared by Bettina,
also.
	"I can't keep my hands off you," Robbie said, "or my wife, either.
 but I've been screwing Bettina longer.  I guess you suspected that, hum,
Mom?"
	"Sort of," she admitted, "but I wouldn't face the fact.  Now I'm
glad you two were making it, and happier yet you were married."  Form the
corner of her eye, Lauralee saw that Bettina was unzipping the boy's
jeans, but had to shift her eyes back to the road before she could watch
that precious young cock come into view.  She knew it was there, though'
she knew it was long and slender, and that its polished head would be
ballooning swiftly, that perhaps a small and glistening pearl of
pre-seminal fluid would be gathering upon its very tip.
	Lauralee quivered as her son moved his hand from her thigh to cup
her mound.  "Baby," she gasped, "Don't do that while I'm driving.  I'll
run us off the road."
	"I won't finger-fuck you," Robbie promised.  "I'll just hold my
mother's wonderful pussy like this, while my wife plays with my prick. 
Maybe you ought to drive a little faster, Mom."
	Catching her breath, Lauralee nodded and pressed down more on the
gas pedal.  They weren't all that far from home now, and she was very
anxious to get there, to strip away the throttling camouflage of her
clothing and let her naked body breathe again.  She was cheating on the
speed limit, but hopefully not enough to make a state trooper fall in
behind the car.
	She dared to look over at the kids again, and saw Bettina's small
had sliding caressingly up and down Robbie's erect cock.  The girl smiled
at her and aimed the adorable pinkish knob her way.
	"Lauralee, have you ever jacked off a man, or seen it done? 
Watching all that creamy juice come spitting out of a cockhead is really
something, very interesting."
	"N-no, I haven't," Lauralee answered.  "And I don't know if I
could.  I think I'd have to start kissing it, and then before I knew what
was happening, I'd have it in my mouth, instead."
	Bettina laughed softly.  "I know what you mean, but sometimes I do
both--- jack him off and catch the semen in my mouth when he goes off."
	"You're both driving me out of my mind," Lauralee said between
clenched teeth.  "I can feel my pussy trembling and turning damp."
	Robbie cupped her vulva tighter. "So can I, right through your
clothes.  That's a very special cunt you have, Mom."
	"Have you screwed others?" she asked  "Besides Bettina I mean?"
	"Sure; I was fucking by the time I was twelve, but Bettina was the
best, and she taught me about oral sex, too.  Then when I got into my
first grown-up type pussy---"  Robbie stopped talking suddenly, and
Lauralee glanced at him.
	"I"ll tell you all about that later," he said, and she thought
that Bettina had squeezed almost savagely upon the boy's erect penis. 
Somehow, the gesture seemed like a warning.
	The familiar off ramp loomed ahead, and Lauralee swung down it,
hesitated at the stop sign, and turned down it, hesitated at the stop
sign, and turned right.  Just a few more blocks, and they could run into
the house and get naked.  She would lock all the doors and keep the drapes
drawn; she might even take the phone off it hook, because she didn't want
to be bothered by anyone.
	There was the street, lined with heavily leafed trees that shaded
it and the rolling lawns of the quiet, respectable neighborhood.  Lauralee
zipped the car into the driveway and hit the brakes.
	"Now," she said, "Put your cock back into your pants for the
moment, Robbie.  No, just leave the luggage for now; we can take it in
later."
	"Mom's in a hurry to get fucked," he grinned.  "Come on, Bettina."
	Lauralee had trouble with the key, but finally swung back the
door, and they were inside the darkened house.  She kicked the door shut
behind them and turned the lock, then took only a few steps into the
living room before she began taking off her dress and kicking away her
shoes.
	Following her example, her son kept grinning.  "Man, oh man; my
father doesn't know what he's missing.  It's too bad he couldn't turn you
on like this.  I'll be if Dad could watch that great body shining the way
it is, and see your tits shaking, and your crazy pussy hair gleaming, he'd
just about come in his pants, no matter how many times he had screwed
you."
	She stepped out of her underthings and stood erect, with her legs
apart, running her fingers over her aching breasts and rolling her hips
sexily.  A few feet away, she watched the golden flesh of Bettina being
exposed, glimpsing the feathery glory of the girl's burnished pubic hair
and the outstanding little pink nipples.  Then Lauralee concentrated upon
her son, focusing upon the boy's swollen and visibly throbbing prick; it
held a hypnotic allure for her.
	Lauralee said," I don't think your father would ever be interested
in me again.  Thinking back on our life together, I guess it was pretty
bad for him.  But let's not talk about him now; I'm more interested in
getting with you and Bettina."
	He came to her with his arms outstretched, with that lovely hard
prick poking ahead of his belly like a miniature flagpole.  Wrapping her
own arms about him, Lauralee kissed the boy's eagerly opened mouth, and
their tongues met fiercely.  This time she sensed that their fucking would
not be gentle, but a violently demanding coupling that would batter them
both, and Lauralee welcomed the savagery of their needs.
	His hands were kneading her breasts, his fingers toying with her
aching nipples and his cockhead sliding back and forth across her
trembling belly.  Lauralee could feel his balls, feel the soft pubic hair.
 She had never fucked her husband here in the living room of their home;
it had always been upstairs in the lightless bedroom, and always Marshall
had initiated the action, never herself.
	Robbie was bending his cock down, and she suddenly felt it jerk
upward to snuggle along the length of her pulsing labia.  She tried to
move him toward the big, low couch on the other side of the room, but he
resisted, she wondered why.  Then the boy stopped and  his knob was
prodding upward, trying to wiggle its way into her vulva from below.  He
was only a little bit shorter than she was, and Lauralee realized that her
son meant to fuck her standing up.
	His cockhead nuzzled at her pussy lips, and she shifted the angle
of her crotch to help it enter, her pulse racing and her heart pounding at
this new possibility.  The boy's knob found the path, stretching her
rubbery labia and driving upward into the salved gloving of her vibrant
cunt, up  into the vagina until the length of his sweet meat was crammed 
home.
	I'm going to fuck you in every possible position," Robbie
promised, arching his back and thrusting more strongly.  "I mean to screw
my beautiful, hot-assed mother in every hole she's got, and you're going
to dig it, aren't you?  You're going to love taking my prick every way
there is."
	"Y--yes," she sighed, "oh yes, darling.  Stick that gorgeous young
meat deeper into your mother's pussy -- deeper, baby.  Sock it home and
tear me apart!"
	They writhed together, and Lauralee discovered that she couldn't
get to his cock quite as well like this, but she enjoyed the change, the
difference, and clung to the surging cheeks of her son's ass while he fed
his shaft powerfully up into her steamy gash.  Robbie's mouth fastened
hungrily to one of her tits  and tried to draw the entire mound between
his suctioning lips.  Her pussy ate at his rod, gulped at the pistoning
meat, and Lauralee's vaginal muscles clamped upon it, adored it juicily,
wetly, hotly.
	When he lunged harder, she almost lost her balance, and swayed. 
Robbie held to her, and moved her step by slow, fumbling step across the
room, stroking his prick steadily into her avid snatch as he did so.  The
couch bumped the backs of her knees, and Luaralee sank back upon its
cushions, being very careful not to have his submerged prick slip out.  He
rolled over on top of her and hammered his pelvis into her heavily padded
one; Lauralee know the rhythmic slapping of his balls and the sweaty
pressure of his belly.  Robbie had to let go of her nipple then, and
transferred his mouth to her own, feeding her his tongue with the same
primitive fury that he was using to sledge his stiff rod into her flexing
cunt.
	Rocking with him, turning with his thrusts, Lauralee raised her
legs and trapped his lurching body in the silken net.  Writhing upon his
driving prick, she dug her heels into the cleft of his ass and bit the
boy's lips as her climax bubbled furiously, deep within her vagina.
	This was real; this demanding power was real and true, and she
fought to hold her own against it, battled to fuck him even more fiercely
than he was screwing her.  Gasping and heaving, she strained against his
crotch as her clitoris exploded to send the sweet violence throughout  her
quivering body.
	A heartbeat later, she felt the spewing of his sizzling come, the
eruption of his semen.  Heavy and searing, the treasured juice boiled
against the cup of her cervix and sprayed the vaginal walls.  Her son's
fingertips drilled into the soft cheeks of her trembling ass, and his
balls emptied themselves in successive convulsions into her womb.
	Her head swimming, Lauralee fell back upon the couch, her legs
slipping down his, her breasts pumping as she choked for air, for some
kind of balance.  Every time, she thought dazedly; each and every time she
came with Robbie, it was fantastic, an orgasm that screamed exultantly
along her nerves and went off inside her mind like a chain of
firecrackers.
	She became conscious that she was being kissed, that two pairs of
lips were soft and arm at her cheeks, upon her throat.  She knew that
another set of firm breasts was pressing into her side, and that her
lover's prick was still embedded to its thick hilt within her milky
vagina.  Bettina, she thought; adorable little Bettina had stayed aside so
that Lauralee could have her pussy filled once again with an enchanted
cock.
	Turning her head, Lauralee kissed the girl's tender mouth and
murmured, "Thank you, dear.  I don't mean to be greedy or selfish.  It's
just that---well, since you got me started sexually, I just can't seem to
get enough."
	Bettina drew the tip of her tongue across her lips and said, "
That isn't bad.  In fact, it's good for all of us."  She pulled back
slightly and said to Robbie, "I guess this is as good a time as any to
tell her."
	Gently, the boy pulled his still rigid shaft from the sleeve of
his mother's cunt.  She felt sticky juice purling down the inside of one
thigh, and blinked at her son as he sat back upon his haunches.  Robbie
posed there between his mother's spread white thighs, a smear of semen
clinging to the inflamed head of his penis.
	He said, "Now don't get worried, Mom.  It's -- we've been making
it with somebody else, before you.  Bettina thinks you can handle that
now."
	"Of course,' Lauralee said, puzzled.  "You already told me about
yourself, and I an imagine how Bettina got all her experience.  But I
don't see why you should be making a big thing of it now."
	Robbie tilted his head to one side.  "We didn't tell you *who*
we've been screwing, and we never would have, except you've turned from an
iceberg into the hottest piece of ass around."
	Cupping one of Lauralee's breasts, Bettina said quietly, "You lost
your hang- ups with me, and with your own son.  So you shouldn't get
spaced out about anything sexual, now.  Robbie and I have been making it
with my folks---he's bee putting it to my mom and I've been fucking my
daddy.  But I had a head start on Robbie, because my daddy took my cherry
when I was thirteen years old, and taught me just about everything else I
know about sex."
	Despite all her good intentions, Lauralee gasped.  It came as such
a shock to think that this lovely, sweet girl had been deflowered---and
wasn't that a hang-up expression---had been screwed by her own father at
such an early age.  And Robbie:  her boy, was putting that beautiful shaft
to another older woman, to his wife's mother.
	But that was no worse, if *worse* was the proper word, than him
fucking his own mother.  Lauralee absorbed the information and dissected
it, growing more calm by the moment.  Really, she thought, it was
ridiculous to be upset about anything like that.  In a back-handed way,
she was truly grateful to Mr. and Mrs. and Mrs. Hartman, to the man,
especially.  If he hadn't screwed his young daughter, and evidently done a
magnificent job of breaking in the girl, Bettina might not have fucked
Robbie so easily, might not have married him.  An Lauralee would still be
a frigid, bitter woman blind to all the sensuous joys of incest and
bisexuality.
	"Your father taught you well," she said, "and I'm thankful you
passed it along, Bettina."
	"There," Robbie crowed.  "I told you she was great.  Oh man, what
a ball we're going to have." He slid out from between  her legs, his cock
drooping a little.
	Lauralee propped herself on one elbow and put her arm around the
girl's slim and nubile body.  "but how did you get to screw Mrs. Hartman,
dear?"
	Her son grinned.  "It was kind of easy, because Chris -- that's
Bettina's father--was balling Bettina so much that he wasn't giving much
prick to his wife, to Jessica.  She thought he was getting something on
the side, but she didn't suspect Bettina.  I mean, she was hot to trot,
and looking around for some fucking of her own.  There I was, and I
screwed the hell out of her, all turned on because she was Bettina's mom,
and because she was my first grown-up pussy."
	"Let me get this straight," Lauralee said.  "You *knew* that
Bettina was laying her father, and y ou still meant to marry her?"
	"Sure, Mom.  And once I got into Jessica and got her turned on, it
was simple to set it up so that Bettina dame in and caught us fucking up a
storm.  Man, I had it balls-deep into her mom's wet cunt when she walked
into the bedroom.  Jessica almost passed out and tried to wiggle out from
under me, but I held down so Bettina could explain it all to her.  After
she thought it over some, Jessica could see that the four of us would make
a happy family.  That night, she almost screwed Chris's balls off, she was
so excited, and that day, the four of us got together.
	Lauralee caught her breath, picturing an adult couple and this
pair of charming, sensual children, naked and squirming together---the
father fucking his tiny daughter, the mother stroking a rich and mature
cunt upon a boy's eager cock.  She could imagine the adult couple staring
at each other, seeing for the first time  how the youthful lovers screwed,
watching each other rise to the wild heights of passion.  It must have
been a terrifically stimulating experience for them all, an orgy of the
flesh and mind as well.
	"Bettina," she asked,"did you learn to got down on women from your
mother?"
	The girl laughed merrily.  "Oh no; I had this thing going with
another kid for awhile, before my daddy started fucking me.  That's how 
he gout up the nerve, the first time.  He saw Maris and me doing some
sixty-nine; it gave him such a hard-on that he practically raped me." She
laughed again.  "But he didn't have to struggle much; I was more than
ready to try on a prick, and from then on, we screwed every time we got
the chance.  I was the first chick to eat Mom's cunt, and mine was the
first she ever tasted.  Now she digs it, too; Just like you, Lauralee"
	"Just like me," Lauralee breathed.  "Oh, I'm so mixed up; all
these new ideas coming at once, all these different concepts.  but I can
accept them, because I don't ever want to go back to what I was, and I
certainly don't want to lose my two beautiful lovers, ever."
	Robbie swung his legs over the side of the bed and Betina kissed
Lauralee's cheek.  "That's great, just wonderful.  When I saw you
finger-fucking yourself in that X-rated motel, I just knew everything was
going to work out all right.  Excuse me now; I want to go call my parents
and tell them that we're back from the wedding.  They sort of planned on
sharing our honeymoon, but I'll explain it has to be later , that we have
something going with you."

***********************************[ End Chapt.
5]***************************
	

Yarddogx

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Subject: REPOST BY REQUEST: TXT. MOM'S IN ON THE MARRIAGE #6
Date: 7 Dec 1995 19:57:25 -0500
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MOM'S IN ON THE MARRIAGE

Chapter 6

***This is a story dealing with incest between members of two different
families.  Neither the original author nor I intend or imply any
characters under legal age.  It is directed at 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.]

**************************************************************************
****
	She cooked them a strengthening meal, steak and baked potatoes, a
green salad and spring peas.  They had milk while Lauralee drank strong
coffee and spiked her final cup with good brandy.  She still wasn't quite
used to sitting around naked with her equally bare son and his young wife,
especially doing something as mundane and familiar as finishing dinner.
	That would come with time, she thought, as most of her earlier
programming had already.  She didn't need to hide her body behind a
stylish shield of clothes; it was a good body, sensual and
pleasure-giving.  People love it, all the hillocks and crevices, all the
smooth skin and warm flesh.  Now she did, also.
	Bettina helped her clear the table, and they stuffed dishes into
the washer while Robbie went to clean up.  In one way, Lauralee felt
comfortable with the girl; in another there was an undercurrent of sexual
tension between them that would never allow her to be completely at ease
with her daughter-in-law.  but that wasn't bad; she felt the identical
tension with her own son, a heightening of all  her senses as their bodies
struck sparks from each other.
	It was probably just that way with Bettina and her father,
Lauralee thought, that closeness of blood and breaking of the taboo
causing an accelerated drive, a more intense need.  Yet both she and the
girl had plenty of love left over for others, perhaps even magnified
because of the incomparable fulfillment they knew, a completeness always
laced with a certain degree of insatiability.  Whatever it was, the
results were nothing short of terrific.
	Bettina leaned back against he dishwasher, and its red *on* lights
seemed to accent, to outline the sleek charm of the finely modelled body. 
The girl said, "Mom and Dad were really surprised when I told them all
about us.  Robbie had mentioned how could you were, how you never went out
with anyone.  But they're happy it's all working out so well, and very
eager to meet you."
	"I feel silly because I've only spoken to them on the phone,"
Lauralee answered.  "I didn't want to meet them because I was so set
against Robbie getting married---not only to you, but to any girl.  Now I
suppose I'm a little afraid of them."
	The girl slid gracefully away from the machine, the tiny body
undulating, all honey-gold and smooth.  "They're cool people, Lauralee;
I'm sure you'll dig them and it'll do you a lot of good to screw another
guy, someone besides Robbie.  My dad can give you a wonderful fucking."
	A little tremble stirred deep within Lauralee's body, and her skin
felt warmer, more sensitive.  She wondered what the man looked like, and
about the size and shape of his prick; would it be thicker than her son's
shaft, or longer?  Would the swollen cockhead be formed any differently,
and would it make any kind of change in her sensual enjoyment?  Having a
strange body fitted to her own had to be exciting, she decided, and hoped
she would be able to make the man as happy.
	She reached out for Bettina and drew the slim body to her own,
revelling in the touch of the flawless skin and its eager warmth.  "I'm
sure he can, dear.  I just hope I can match it; I haven't had much
experience, you know."
	Bettina snuggled close, pressing the cones of her neat tits into
the flesh of Lauralee's ribs, pressing the satin glory of her humid mound
into a thigh.  "Oh, you will, don't worry.  Daddy will go ape when he sees
you, and we'll be lucky if we can pry his big cock out of your sweet pussy
later.  And Mom---well, she's wonderful.  You'll see, when we all get
together tomorrow.  Tonight, we'll ball each other some more---you and me
and Robbie."
	Lauralee stroked gently seeking hands over the diminutive
sculpture of the girl's lovely ass and said, "In my bed this time; it's
been empty too long.  And with the lights on, so I can see everything, so
I can catch a glimpse of us in the mirror.  My husband and I always did it
in the dark -- my fault, of course.  And we didn't fuck all that often,
anyway.  Again, my fault."
	Bettina came up on tippytoe so she could touch her furry little
vulva to the thick matting of Lauralee's pussy.  "It couldn't have been
*all* your fault, darling.  You're too passionate, too hot a woman.  He
must have done something to turn you off."
	"I'll take the blame," Lauralee said, and forced her self back
from the pulsing body.  "But we'd better take our baths right now, or we
never will.  Robbie ought to be done and waiting on us."
	Holding hands, they moved along the hallway, their hips and thighs
brushing with occasional quick kisses.  Heat grew in Lauralee's belly,
dampening her pussy and Making her inner thighs tense.  The entire night
lay before them, beckoning and laden with erotic promises.  They separated
as Lauralee headed for her own bathroom, turned a little dizzy by
overlapping expectations of tonight and tomorrow.  	When Lauralee came
back into her bedroom, she was refreshed and squeaky clean, her skin
powdered and perfumed, her ebony hair fluffed out.  She walked tall, her
long legs swinging easily, smoothly, with her firm and nicely rounded
breasts bouncing their tips gone stiff and dark.  Her olive-toned skin was
touched with rose and glowing from her bath.  Lauralee was ready for
anything, knowing she looked good, that she was appealing to the eye, a
joy to all the senses.  It was good to be proud, to show all she had.
	She paused a moment, looking down at the beautiful couple already
stretched and waiting for he upon the bed, and saw their eyes light up
with appreciation.  They were so lovely in their youth, she thought, both
of them slim and sleek, both tapered just so, rounded delightfully in the
proper places.  The girl had her slender thighs parted slightly, the
blonde hair of her small mound gleaming, the polished belly flat and
silken.  Robbie's prick was fully turgid, the blue veins a delicate
network around the hardened shaft, the adorable cockhead bulging
splendidly.  Brown hair curled over and around his balls, and the boy's
hand was gently caressing the sack.
	"Wow," he breathed.  "You can make any guy jack off, by just
standing there bare-assed, Mom.  I sure feel sorry for my father, not
knowing what a fantastic piece of hot pussy you are."
	Lauralee flowed toward the bed, and lay down beside him, giving
him her tits to fondle, her heart picking up its pace and pulses throbbing
in her throat.  This was the bed, the place she and her ex-husband had
slept, where she had so many times lain stiff and unyielding, merely
trying to do a repugnant wifely duty and never enjoying it.
	Robbie's hand was on her snatch, one finger sliding up and down
her damply palpitating labia, and her entire body yearned to him, for him,
urgently needing the plunging of that boyish cock.  But Lauralee forced
herself to pull away from him.
	"Darling, I don't want to be greedy.  Beside, I haven't watched
you put that gorgeous stiff prick to your wife yet.  Show me how you fuck
her, Robbie; I'll enjoy that as much as screwing you myself."  And she
would, she thought; she wanted to see every minute detail of their
lovemaking, to watch each slide of her son's rigid prick into the
delectable lips of Bettina's lovely, girlish cunt.
	"Okay, Mom; I'll still have a hard-on for you, anyway."
	His wife rolled toward him, and Lauralee gave them room, eyeing
the caressing movements of their hands and the slow writhing of their
bodies.  She saw them kiss, and watched the resultant tremors that shook
them as Robbie's hands sought the girl's breasts, as Bettina's fingers
crept down to heft his balls and wander along the staff of his ready cock.
	When Betina wriggled off to one side and rolled over onto hands
and knees, Lauralee blinked at the girl, but delighted in the sight of
that enticing ass that showed a peeping of hair in its cleft.  Lauralee
lay upon her side, one arm curled upon the pillow beneath her head, and
watched her son move around behind his wife.  Of course, she thought; the
pornographic movies had show this position, and Lauralee remembered the
scene with clarity now.
	There Robbie was, also on his knees, and running his hands over
his young wife's buttocks, around and under her smooth tummy while he slid
his distended prick up and down between the cheeks of that captivating
that ass.  Long golden hair hanging down, Bettina squirmed at the
caresses, and Lauralee could see the girl's breasts swaying, their pink
nipples like baby strawberries.
	"Pretty pussy," Robbie said.   "I dig those cunt lips , baby. 
Feel the tip of my cock against them?"
	"Uummm," Bettina whispered.  "Give it to me, lover. Slide that
nice hard prick up into my cunt.  Show your mother how we fuck."
	Turning his head, Robbie smiled at Lauralee and fingered his
shaft, angling the ballooned knob down to nudge into the girl's tremulous
labia, into the dewy pink lips so eager to take it in.  Lauralee stared
entranced at the spongy-hard bulb pressed inward and upward, as Bettina
shifted her ass slightly to get it settled.  Turning upon the bed and
sliding closer upon her belly, her nipples aching against the sheet,
Lauralee was intent upon the tiniest movement.  It was her first
experience at seeing fucking from close up -- in real life, anyway, and
the films at that motel couldn't come close to this flesh and blood
demonstration.
	The boy's cockhead slid from view, and slowly the swollen staff
followed, disappearing into the avid clenching of Bettina's cunt lips. 
Lauralee could see the labia stretched and thinned, going flat in places
away from the padding of blond pubic hair.  Then Robbie's prick was buried
to he hilt, his balls swinging down between the opened thighs and his
belly tight against the hillocks of the girl's ass.
	Fascinated, Lauralee edged nearer, her eyes fastened upon the
lascivious joining of the sexual organs.  So close, she could make out
each curling pussy hair, and every matching coil of the darker hair around
her son's stem.  The prick moved back, shining with the lubricating juices
of Bettina's velvety cunt, and the girl's lips clung jealously to the
withdrawing meat.
	As Robbie plunged it back into the shuddering vagina, Lauralee
couldn't help herself.  She stroked his ass, his back, while her face
remained very close to her son's tenderly moving cock, to the rhythmic
swinging of his balls.  She could smell the exotic aroma of the girl's's
aroused snatch, and her mouth watered.
	Lauralee kissed her son's thigh, then turned her head to plant the
same caress upon Bettina.  Her had crept out to catch the pendulum sack of
Robbie's testicles, and she held it softly while his prick moved back and
forth, slid in and out.  Letting go of his balls, she turned suddenly upon
her back and moved her legs toward to head of the bed, twisting her body
until she was facing up and positioned so she could thrust her head
between Bettin'as spread knees and against Robbie's.
	Staring up, she watched the boy's rod working greasily into the
damp pussy lips, and at every long stroke his balls brushed her forehead. 
Anything was all right for them to do, she recalled; everything  was
possible, it there was only willingness and  need.  So Lauralee opened her
lips and sucked h er son's sack into them, rolling her head gently with
the continuing movement as he kept fucking.
	IT was nice, holding the knotted machinery that created the
precious semen, but it still wasn't enough.  Lifting her head a little,
she released the boy's balls and instead ran her tongue along the
underside of his thrusting prick.  Lauralee could taste the fragrant oils
of Bettina's open cunt then, and kept working her tongue up and forward
until she found the vibrant pussy lips themselves.  This was the place,
she thought ecstatically, here exactly where the strong cock was gliding
into the stretched labia, so tasty and delicious.
	Robbie's balls moved over her nose and cheeks, and Lauralee probed
Bettina's shivering vulva, knowing the flavors of prick and pussy alike,
relishing the steamy miasma that was like perfumed fog around her.  She
probed for and discovered the clitoral hood, and added her licking tongue
tot he pressure of Robbie's pistoning meat, teasing his cock and the
leaping clit at the same moment.
	Bettina jerked wildly, rocking her trim ass from side to side, and
Lauralee could hear the girl moan throatily.  Robbie was also reacting
violently, his strokes becoming more and more convulsive each time he
submerged the enlarged bud of his shaft to its fullest.  Blissfully,
Lauralee licked and tapped, her mouth opened wide and her lips stretched,
wishing she could take in both their organs, but savoring every rapturous
wiggle they made as a result of her tantalizing ministrations.
	She was with them when they came, exulting in their heaving orgasm
because she was a vital part of it, she was giving both her beautiful
lovers more pleasure than they could get alone.
	Her son's testicles bucked as they released the pressure of their
treasured juices, and Lauralee groaned as she realized that the boy's
creamy liquid was streaming forcefully into the blazing cavity whose clit
she was tormenting with her tongue.  Bettina rocked and churned her ass,
and Robbie's thrusting shuddered to a halt.  Lauralee continued to lick
furiously against his embedded meat and into the girl's seething pussy,
her tongue flicking and lashing for their chemical blending, the fuse for
their tremendous explosion, and she dug her tongue hungrily into the
flexing, quaking cunt.
	But Lauralee sensed that Bettina was weakening; the girl's willowy
thighs sagged, and the knees were trembling.  With regret, she slid from
between them, to lie panting upon her back, licking at her lips.  She saw
Bettina collapse upon her belly, saw the boy's hard prick snap from the
juicy clenching of that golden vagina.  The head was still leaking a
creamy flow of semen, a pearly string of glistening come that dribbled
down his now upright shaft to wet the brown moss of his crotch.
	"Mom, oh Mom," he said.  "that was the greatest.  I thought the
head of my prick was going to blow off!"
	And Bettina gasped into the pillow, "Yeah---it was so wild, I
couldn't stand it.  That's something my mother never did to us, or daddy
either.  You're teaching us something, too."
	Smiling, Lauralee closed her eyes.  It was wonderful to give such
happiness, to give so freely of herself, even when she wasn't receiving
stimulation in return.
	And purely from reflex, she had shown the kids a new trick, passed
along a different sensation that had thrilled both of them tremendously. 
Lauralee was proud of herself for that; her instincts were right, and she
would allow them to guide her from now on, whichever direction they might
take.
	She felt her son relaxing upon the bed and knew that he would
require at least a short rest.  That was all right; she wasn't in any
hurry, and they had the entire night ahead of them.  Robbie would soon be
horny to get back into his mother's pussy with tongue and prick, and
Bettina would join them, one way or another.
	The girl's parents hadn't licked into their joined organs, but Mr.
and Mrs. Hartmann had probably done just about everything else with these
highly sensuous teenagers.  Lauralee corrected herself; Chris and Jessica;
if she was going to fuck the man , she ought to be thinking of him by his
first name, anyhow.  And the woman -- there would no doubt be some
intriguing, thrilling love to be shared with Jessica, also.
	Lauralee caressed her breasts, fingering the rigid nipples while
she squeezed her thighs together and rolled her ass just a bit.  There
would be so much to see -- a father screwing his daughter; the girl eating
greedily into her mother's mature pussy; Robbie pumping his powerful young
cock into his mother-in-law; the man and wife fucking each other.
	As she felt her son's hand moving over her pulsing mound, Lauralee
thought that she was eagerly looking forward to the next day, and to
meeting her new lovers-to-be.

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Subject: REPOST BY REQUEST: TXT. MOM'S IN ON THE MARRIAGE #7
Date: 7 Dec 1995 19:58:08 -0500
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MOM'S IN ON THE MARRIAGE

Chapter 7

***This is a story dealing with incest between members of two different
families.  Neither the original author nor I intend or imply any
characters under legal age.  It is directed at 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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	This time, Lauralee awoke to the smell of breakfast bacon being
fried and lay still in the bed, betting herself oriented.  She was alone;
the kids were already up, and Bettina was obviously cooking.
	Stretching languorously, Lauralee felt the sheet slide down her
breasts, and it seemed to caress them in passing.  She felt warm and
relaxed, smiling drowsily as she thought back to the long and loving night
she'd spent with her son and daughter-in-law.  Nothing would do but that
Bettina try the same kind of tongue work she'd given the girl, so Lauralee
had gladly positioned herself so that Robbie could mount her from behind.
	She knew then why Bettina had gone wild, because that tongue
flicking and dipping had added so much more dimension to the fucking. Her
son had folded over her arched body, so he could get both hands upon her
down-hanging tits while he pumped that seemingly tireless prick into her
flowing cunt.  Lauralee had felt very bitchy, grinding her pussy into the
girl's mouth while taking the boy's cock, and her orgasm had been nothing
but sensational.
	Climbing out of bed, she went into the bathroom to pee, then
brushed her teeth and took a quick shower.  Between herself and Bettina,
they'd gotten the idea to both eat Robbie, and the poor kid had crawled
all over the bed at the experience.  They'd taken turns sucking his balls
and cock, practically devouring him, changing places in silent agreement
until he was just about ready to come.  Then their tongues intertwined
around his swollen cockhead, and their lips loved it until he spurted the
starchy juices for them to share.
	At the vivid memory, Lauralee looked into the mirror over the sink
and ran her tongue over he lips.  Robbie had run out of gas, after that
climax, and was drained for some time, so she and Bettina had gone on
making love, screwing each other clit to clit, then finger-fucking for
awhile, and finally doing a sizzling, hunching sixty-nine, their heads
locked between each other's gripping thighs, eating and pulling like
hungry animals.
	Giving a last touch to her hair and a dab of perfume to her
breasts, Lauralee left the bath only to hesitate in her bedroom. 
Bettina's parents were due today, she recalled with a lift of her nipples
and a stirring within her vagina.  She went to the closet and chose her
best robe, which wasn't all that great.  But by letting the front gape
down to the cleft between her braless tits and belting the robe tightly at
her waist so that it would cling to her belly and hips, Lauralee managed
to make it look sexy.  She tucked her feet into fluffy mules and decided
they would do.
	The kids welcomed her into the kitchen with kisses, and she
grinned when she saw that they were also dressed.  Bettina had on a
terrycloth robe of Robbie's, and the boy wore an older one.
	"So you won't be embarrassed at first," he explained.  "Besides,
they'll have clothes on, and it'll be a lot of fun when everybody starts
to peel."	
	Lauralee was very hungry, and did yeoman justice to bacon and eggs
and hotcakes, complimenting Bettina on her cooking.  They were finishing
with coffee when the doorbell rang.  Lauralee jerked bolt upright and the
kids stared at her.
	Bettina said, "Don't get uptight; just relax.  I'll get the door
and bring them in.  Lauralee, darling--it's ll going to be natural and
easy; you'll see.
	Busying herself by clearing off the table and tidying the kitchen
swiftly, Lauralee hope so.  Even though she had let herself go sexually,
fucking gaily and riotously in tempestuous incest, she was nervous about
meeting Bettina's father and mother.  She kept telling herself that they
felt the same about screwing, that they had made it with their own
daughter and her son, but still she couldn't dispel a hovering cloud of
anxiety.
	She heard the front door open and close, and a deep voice that
mingled with Bettina's glad cry of greeting.  Her hands gripped the edge
of the sink until Robbie came up behind her to press gently against the
cheeks of her ass.
	"It's okay, Mom; just hand loose."
	Lauralee turned to face them, but only a man stood beside Bettina,
and the girl said, "Wouldn't you know?  Mom's sister got sick this
morning, and yelled for help.  Mother said she shouldn't have to stay over
there more than a day, at the most...."
	The mad was wide-shouldered and powerfully built, his chest deep
and his face rugged.  Chris Hartmann was almost bald, she saw, and for a
fleeting instant compared him with her former husband.  Marshall was
taller and had a heavy shock of thick hair; he was handsomer too.  But
there was something compelling about this man, an aura of sensuality and
certainty that was attractive, and she thought that even if she didn't
know Chris Hartmann had fucked h is own daughter when she was younger, she
would still be drawn to him.
	"Well," Chris Hartmann said, "I know Robbie is a good-looking kid,
and I see where he inherited his looks."  He came close and held out his
hand.
	Lauralee took it, feeling warm strength close about her fingers. 
She was a tiny bit flustered, like a teenager meeting a blind date. 
"Thank you.  I---will you have some coffee---perhaps brandy with it?"
	His eyes touched her body, slid down into the opening of her robe
to feel along the dusky cleft between her breasts.  Luaralee drew a deep
breath, lifting her tits, and Chris's eyes lingered upon their lush mound,
at the anticipatory stiffening of her nipples.
	"Yeah," Chris answered, "Please."  Tearing away, his eyes, he said
to the kids, "You two look as if you've been busier than ever, and I don't
blame you."
	Bettina gave her father a heavy-lidded smile.  "We missed you and
Mom, though.  But I can wait a little longer, Daddy.  You and Lauralee get
to know each other."  Taking Robbie by the hand, she led the boy from the
room, back down the hallway.
	Nervously, Lauralee poured brandy and coffee, her hands shaking a
bit and a tremble moving within her tummy.  It was almost like being a
whore, she thought, seeing a man for the first time, an utter stranger,
and knowing that they were going to fuck.  Maybe whores had no choice, and
were forced to accept any customer, but Lauralee *wanted* to screw this
stranger, to know the feel of a different male body against her own and
penetrating her softly giving flesh.  She wanted to go exploring along the
many and varied pathways of sensual love, to learn and to do.
	"Here's to the kids," she said, lifting her cup in a casual toast.
 "I'm glad they're married."
	Chris saluted her with his own cup, and with those probing eyes. 
"Me, too.  Making it with a guy's's wife adds a fillip to the goodies,
even though the wife is my own daughter.  Bettina told you about that?"
	Nodding, Lauralee answered softly, " Yes, she did.  And it wasn't
a confession, but a proud telling.  I -- I know how she feels, in
reverse."
	He drained his cup.  "It bothered me some, at first.  She's so
small and I thought I was some kind of  nut, throwing it to my own kid
that way.  But I couldn't stay away from her, and pretty soon, I admitted
I didn't want to.  Then, when Robbie came along I was kind of jealous, but
not for long; especially when he did us all a favor by laying my wife. 
After that, it got even better for everybody, and I rediscovered  just
what a ;juicy hot woman Jessica is."  He looked at her, "And now, there's
you."
	"Yes, she said quietly, "there's me."
	"You feel a little funny, a little edgy?" Chris asked.
	She nodded, "and you?"
	"Yeah---but I keep wanting to reach out and see if you're real."
	Lauralee put down her cup.  "Then do it."
	As the man stood up and began to drop off his shirt and pants, she
turned on the breakfast stool, swivelling in the chair and fumbling with
the belt of her robe.  Lauralee stared at the chunky body that was being
swiftly exposed, the hairy chest and muscular belly, the heavy bulge in
his jockey shorts.
	Chris' prick was bigger than her son's, bigger than she remembered
her husband's being.  When it leaped from his shorts, she saw that it was
thick and long, a massive shaft throbbing with energy, the puffy head dark
and engorged, a veritable club with a knotted end.  His pubic hair had
reddish glints in its rich brown curls, and the hair marched right up his
belly, its thin line spreading when it reached the barrel chest.  The
man's balls swung hugely low in a wrinkled sack.
	Lauralee's robe fell open down the front, and she made a tentative
motion, as if to lower herself from the barstool, but he glided toward her
and put his squared hands upon her hips.
	"Just like this," he said huskily.  "I never saw such beautiful,
long legs, and your pussy hair looks a foot deep, all black and shiny. 
Your tits aren't big, but they make a man's hands itch to cup them.
	"I--I can go to the couch in the living room," Lauralee whispered.
	"Right her is fine," Chris said, "I don't want to wait a second
longer to get into you, baby."  I can't move back from that gorgeous
snatch."
	His hand dipped beneath her robe and found her swollen breasts. 
Lauralee parted her knees and Chris moved between them, that heavy cock
jerking hungrily as it touched the sensitive skin of her belly.  She
quivered, realizing that it was going to happen right now, with no more
preliminaries, without either of them having to play coy little games. 
They were going to *fuck*, right here in her kitchen, and he was so horny
that he didn't even want her to climb off the stool.  It was nice to be
needed that urgently.
	Hands gentle upon her vibrant breasts, Chris moved his hips, so
that his distended cockhead slid over her tummy, and his mouth came closer
to her own.  Her face was just about on a level with his, and she looked
directly into his eyes as their lips met, seeing the hot desires flaming
there.  Thick and hard, slippery and hot, the man's tongue slipped into
her mouth, and her own tongue attacked it greedily.
	Rolling  her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, Chris
pressed them down into the globes of her breasts, then allowed the
erectile points to spring back against he palms of his hands, cupping the
mounds, fondling them.  That sturdy prick bumped her belly, and Lauralee
spread her thighs wider to feel the weighted sack of the man's balls. 
With his mouth still glued to hers, Chris let go of her tits and slipped
one hand down to her thigh.  The other was tilting his flanged knob
downward and steering it blunt, sticky point into the thick fleece of her
pubic mound.
	Lifting her knees a bit, Lauralee edged forward on the stool, so
that the probing glans could reach her labia more easily, and shuddered
when she felt it nudging, pushing against her dampened cunt lips.  She put
her arms around his neck and her breath panted hotly steady pressure of
his cockhead.
	Against her teeth, he whispered, "Oh yeah, baby.  Soft, hot pussy
lips, all slidy and wiggling--opening for my prick---it's working on up
into you, baby--sliding up into your juicy snatch inch by inch."
	She hissed back, rolling her crotch to assist the seating of the
gorged meat.  
"This is only the third prick I've ever known--my husband's, then my
son's, and now yours.  Oh Chris,  Chris---your cock is so much bigger than
either of theirs; it's filling up my  pussy, packing it so nicely."
	His shaft pushed on, until her cunt lips were squeezed down around
its wide stem and the padding of their pubic hair was mingled as their
crotches ground together in mutual passion.
	"Socked into your cunt," Chris gasped then.  "I've got it shoved
home right to the balls, Lauralee.  Wrap those long, slick legs around me,
darling -- just hold on because I'm going to fuck  you right on through
the back of that stool!"
	"Do it!"  Lauralee grated.  "fuck me hard and fuck me mean, lover
-- try to rip me open with that big, beautiful fat prick -- screw me
harder than Robbie can, meaner than my husband ever dared -- do it, do it,
you stiff-cocked son of a bitch!"
	Her legs clung frantically to his waist, locked and crossed at the
ankles, and Lauralee jammed it to him, sliding her seething pussy back and
forth upon the round, strong pole, wheeling her taut ass in avid circles
and digging the points of her breasts into the thrillingly hairy expanse
of his chest.
	New prick, different prick; strange lover, now with  his hands
upon her waist to try to hold her in position while he fed that marvelous
meat deep into her convulsing vagina.  Her body was pinned onto and
against the stool, but her pelvis could strike back at his pistoning bat,
and Lauralee twisted upon it.
	"Beautiful," Chris moaned.  "Oh baby--your greasy snatch is eating
up my prick, biting down on it the same way as Bettina's little pussy
does---oh-uh-uh!  You're a great piece of ass---great!  Those long, loose
legs, the way  you grind your cunt---ahhhhh, baby---lovely, hot-assed
bitch!"
	His strokes pounded harder into her cunt, almost lifting her
squirming ass from the barstool and making her boobs bounce, making her
head rock back and forth in the hammering rhythm of his fucking.  Chris's
balls went slap-slap-slap into the steamy crack of her ass, slap-slap-slap
into the steamy crack of her ass, slap- slap along the seat of the stool. 
Lauralee's pussy echoed the noises, but wetly, liquidly -- squish-squish.
	Dipping her face, she clamped her teeth into the man's corded
throat and held on, her arms tight about his shoulders now, her entire
body wriggling and humping.  She laid her mattressed crotch up to him,
bucking upon the impalement of his thick, hard meat and attempting to draw
that bulging cockhead up through her pulsating womb, up into her stomach.
	Chris's breath broke away from her suctioning lips, and he gasped
for air as his thrusts became offbeat and jerky.  She rode them furiously,
jack-hammering her snatch into his root as the golden radiance began to
flare around her clit and her asshole drew pinpoint tight in anticipation
of the orgasm only milliseconds away.
	"Ccc-coming!"  Chris groaned, hanging onto her wildly gyrating
hips.  "oh baby, you're tearing the head right off my prick and I'm
fuckin' *coming*"!
	Pivoting sinuously, lasciviously upon this new cock, feeling the
gushing of thick and bubbling semen, Lauralee clawed her for her own
all-pervading climax, coming in a frenzy of humpings, wrestling him
between her thighs as her pelvis beat into his.  She came and came,
sizzling wavelets of rapture timing themselves to the spurting of his
semen, reacting with ecstasy to each spatter of live juice that hosed her
cervix, that cascaded throughout her vagina.
	"Lovely, lovely!" she gasped.  "Oh lover -- this big prick is so
hard, nice and thick and long, and it's still squirting come into my
pussy!"
	Chris sighed against her throat, his thumbs digging into her
churning hips, his submerged cock held within the fiery cauldron of her
inundated snatch, his testicles twitching as they emptied themselves in a
final spasming.  "What a wild fuck," he murmured.  "You must drive your
kid right up the wall with that hungry cunt."
	"And you must freak out your daughter with that big cock," she
answered, "as well as your wife."
	Keeping his shaft crammed into her flexing drenched cunt to the
balls, Chris said, "Between Robbie and me, we'll keep you all busy and
loving.  Oh man, I can feel come leaking out of your box and puddling into
my balls.  I must have ;fired one hell of a big load."
	"You did," Lauralee agreed, letting her legs slide down and moving
slightly back with her crotch, so that his prick started to glide from it
syrupy gloving.  She anted to fuck  him some more, to see if his prick
tasted different, to discover how Chris went about eating her pussy.  She
wanted to climb on to and ride him to have him mount her from behind.  And
she would, she thought--she certainly would.

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[End Chapt. 7]
	

Yarddogx

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From: yarddog200@aol.com (Yarddog200)
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Subject: REPOST BY REQUEST: TXT. MOM'S IN ON THE MARRIAGE #8
Date: 7 Dec 1995 20:00:57 -0500
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MOM'S IN ON THE MARRIAGE

Chapter 8

***This is a story dealing with consensual incest between members of two
different families.    It is directed at 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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	After they went into the living room, Lauralee got a little high,
and Chris wasn't far behind her, she knew.  they polished off several
drinks in a row, and she no longer felt strange with him.  The man was
easy to be with, and they laughed a lot.  She noticed that his prick
didn't recover as quickly as Robbie's, but it was well on the way, lifting
slowly and growing bigger around as they sneaked fleeting caresses of each
other's body, as they kissed tenderly between drinks.
	The kids, she thought, Robbie and Betina were giving them plenty
of time to become adjusted.  Lauralee wished they would come on in and
join them; she was developing some deliciously erotic ideas about what the
four of them could do together.  but there would be a lot of time for
group experimentation, she realized, and meanwhile, Chris was beginning to
get horny once more.  As for herself, Lauralee thought that she had never
been turned off, not since that first time when she had surrendered to
Bettina's deft loving; and her son's fucking had only intensified her
long-withheld desires, fanning them into a furnace that was never banked.
	They were sitting on the couch, their thighs touching, and
Lauralee began to caress the partly turgid cock, folding it gently and
fondling the budding glans, then tickling down into the sack of the
heavily furred balls.  Stroking below them, fingering along the narrow
ridge that reached to his asshole, Lauralee wondered if men would like to
feel something up there, too.  Remembering the weird thrill when Betina
had eased a finger into her anus, Lauralee puzzled over what size cock
could actually be taken into that tight back door.
	She discarded any idea of Chris's large prick; would hurt.  but
Robbie's slender tool might do very well.  Lauralee felt ann insidious
tremor move inside her dripping vagina.  One thin cock sliding into her
ass, and another, bigger one, packing her pussy; it would be fantastic, to
be loved so by two males at the same time.  Closing her eyes as she
manipulated Chris's shaft into further growth, she rocked in imaginative
rhythm , pretending that her body was sandwiched between them, that two
stiff pricks were pumping tenderly into her flesh, voluptuously greased
and adoring.  She could be so wonderfully debauched!
	Tucking her legs up beneath her body, Lauralee turned upon the
couch and gazed at the fully bloomed cockhead, darker than her son's and
much more flared.
	There was a tiny smear of paste near the little slot, left over
from the roaring fountain of semen this man had ejaculated into her cunt.
	Had it only been days ago when she would have shuddered in horror
at even the idea of simply handling a man's prick, much less going down on
it?  To Lauralee, that old part of her life seemed hidden in antiquity. 
She felt that she had been truly born back there in that wantonly
appealing motel.  Bending lower, she kissed the stubby tip of Chris's
cockhead while her fingers continued to tantalize his balls and scrotum
and the trunk of his burly shaft.
	"Did it thrill  you," she asked with her breath blowing hotly over
the swollen knob, "when your daughter first took this into her mouth?"
	His fingers meandered through her hair.  "It sure as hell did. 
You know, I'd never have gotten the guts to even feel Bettina's tight
little ass if I hadn't caught her he and her girl friend eating each
other.  I'm not sure if she knows it yet, but I was there in the door for
a long time, staring down at those two neat little bodies, all naked and
twisting, seeing those gorgeous young cunts pumped into mouths.  Hell; my
prick started to leak, so I took it out of my pants and jacked off right
then and there.  I threw a load of come halfway across the room, and if
they hadn't broken apart just after that, I probably would have done it
again."
	Kissing the head of his prick, Lauralee asked, "What happened to
the other girl?"
	Chris stretched out his legs and his glans flexed.  "Oh, she was
scared out of her mind, and split.  I haven't seen her again.  She tore
out of there carrying her clothes, and she won't even talk to Bettina on
the phone.  It's a damned shame; she's a cute little bitch."
	Lauralee licked tenderly over the distended bulb, running her
tongue below it where the small pouch of scar tissue was very soft. 
"Bettina said you practically raped her."
	Chris grunted.  "I had to.  There was my girl's forbidden cunt,
gleaming up at me all wet and golden, and those hard, pink nipples, and
that delicate, babyish ass-- and it wasn't like she was some innocent kid.
 I'd seen her eating pussy and getting her own gobbled.  So I kicked off
my pants and walked over to where she was lying on her own bed, and I
grabbed her by the knees.  Spreading them wide open, I jammed my cockhead
into her dainty snatch."

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	Rolling the fat knob of his big rod against her cheek, Lauralee
said, "And she loved it."
	"Damned right!" Chris agreed.  "only I didn't know she'd never had
a cock before.  She'd only been playing sixty-nine with the other girl,
and she was a cherry.  I had one hell of a time getting my big prick up
that narrow little hole.  She never made a sound, just held onto the
cheeks of my ass and tried to help, looking up into my eyes and smiling
and licking her lips.  Well, I popped off before I could break her
maidenhead, but all that slippery come helped out a lot.  When I finally
got my cock stuffed up Bettina I could give her the kind of long, deep
fucking she needed then.  It was slow and sweet, and I guess the kid came
eight or ten times, moaning and telling me how much she loved her daddy's
big prick.  When I came again, I thought my backbone had melted and was
splashing out of the head of my cock.  Well---from then on, my hot-assed
little daughter and her horny old man have been fucking damned near every
day and night."
	Lauralee drew the delectable cockhead into her mouth and slid it
across her tongue, dripping her cheeks in to caress it as the knob reached
back into the velvet chalice of her throat.  She wished she had been there
to see this man screwing Bettina for the first time; she wanted to see it
now, to become a vicarious participant in the abandoned, provocative
loving between father and daughter.  So she only bobbed her  head up and
down a few times, teasing the prick shamelessly with her now-experienced
tongue and sucking delicately at it.  Then Lauralee lifted her mouth from
around the tasty meat and sat up.
	She had almost expected to see them standing in the entrance to
the living room, and wasn't surprised when they were.  Hand in hand, their
slender naked bodies all fresh and radiant, Bettina and Robbie smiled and
moved toward the couch.  the girl's small breasts jiggled enticingly, and
the boy's rigid prick bobbed up and down as he walked, the deeply pink
knob like a signal
	Lauralee was happy they were close, that these wonderful kids had
sensed her urgent need for them.  Robbie was nearer, and she reached out
one had to curl her fingers around his erect young cock; the other one
still had a warm grip upon Chris's pole.  Holding them both, she said,
"This is just marvelous, to be able to hold two nice, stiff pricks in my
hands, to know that both of them have pumped creamy come into my pussy,
and will again."
	Bettina sat down on the other side of her father, putting one
shapely arm around the man's neck and kissing him hungrily.  "Didn't I
tell you she was great, Daddy?"  We didn't get to see you fuck her, but we
were watching while she was licking you cock.  I was kind of hoping she
didn't finish you off, because it's been awhile since we made it, you and
I."
	Robbie leaned forward so Lauralee could rub his cockhead up and
down her cheek.  He said, "Go ahead, Chris; I can tell my mother is al
excited about seeing you put the meat to Betina.  We're all her together,
and whatever happens from there is okay."
	Lauralee felt the girl's small hand touching the fingers she had
wrapped around Chris's upright club, caressing both Lauralee's fingers and
her daddy's thick dick.
	But only for a moment, because Lauralee's hand drifted away as she
moved back.  Tugging upon her son's shaft, she said softly, "We'll take
the floor, darling.  Tell Mother---shall I go take a quick douche, or is
it all right to keep Chris's semen in me?"
	Robbie put and arm around her waist, low down, so that he could
trail exciting fingertips across her belly and play them into the humid
edges of her pubic hair.  "Leave it..." he said, kissing her bare
shoulder.  "I like a nice, full, slippery cunt.  I dig it when I follow
Chris, and I like to jam my prick into Bettina's pussy right after he
pumped it full of juice---or into Jessica's deep cunt, the same way.  He
gets a band out of it, too; fucking after me, I mean."
	She sank to the carpet, her thighs tingling and her breasts heavy
with expectation.  " Do you take turns on them, your wife and her mother?"
	Robbie lay beside her, both of them facing the couch where they
could watch the love scene that was unfolding there between the sleek,
volatile Bettina and her burly, hairy father.
	"Yeah,"  her son answered, " and sometimes we ball one of them
together, changing places from pussy to mouth and back again.  It's a
blast, doing it that way." 
	Lauralee's heart fluttered.  "have you---have you ever put your
beautiful cock into someone's ass?
	"Jessica's, he admitted.  "Bettina is too small."
	" Did you screw her like that while Chris was making it in her
pussy?"  she persisted.
	"Not yet" Robbie said.  "We haven't had the time, but I've been
thinking about it."
	Lauralee watched the pair on the couch, seeing Chris cupping his
daughter's girlish pussy with one hand, watching their tongues flick
together in urgency.  "Good." she whispered throatily, "then you can both
screw me like that, get me between you and shove both your gorgeous, stiff
cocks up me."
	"Man, " her son breathed, "I always get turned on, seeing them
feel each other up.  Look how she's massaging his big prick, and the way
he's sliding a finger up into her snatch.  Bettina has such a beautiful
ass."
	"And he has such a magnificent prick," Lauralee said.  "but I'll
always love *your* cock, darling.  Let's just lie here on our sides, and
I'll lift one leg over you like this---can you see them okay?"
	"Perfectly," Robbie answered, his hands feeling over and around
her breasts now, his hard young tool pressed into her greasy crotch.
	Hesitating, not anxious to hurry things along, Lauralee snuggled
her vulva into her son's wonderfully hard muscle and stared at the couple
on the couch.  Bettina was writhing upon the finger imbedded within her
tightly clasping pussy, hunching upon her daddy's hand and nibbling at
this mouth while clutching his swollen prick as if she never meant to let
it go.
	Robbie ground his stem lightly into her crotch and said, "That's
how it always is with them; one touch, and they're hot to fuck.  I guess
it's that way with you and me, Mom."
	Slowly, his cockhead searched for the always adoring gash of her
overheated pussy, the blunt tip finding its way unerringly.  Lauralee
shifted her hips and felt the wondrous, gently penetration of her son's
penis.  Staring over at the couch, she saw Chris shoving that much larger
knob against the honey-blonde and silken hairs of his daughter's lustrous
cunt.
	Pausing then, Robbie waited until he could match the thrusting,
copying the man's movements, his shaft sliding up into his mother's
volatile cunt the same way Chris entered Bettina's pussy.  Lauralee knew
exactly what the girl was feeling, that she also gloried in the hard meat
gliding into the receptive, jellied sheath.  It was her daddy's prick, and
therefore more exciting than anyone else's.  Robbie's cock would always be
more thrilling than Chris's, Lauralee knew; her son's rode, her son's
eager tool, infinitely precious and desirable, stroking into the pussy
that clung lovingly to it.
	Bettina gasped, "Oh Daddy, Daddy!  Ahhh---this is my nice, bit
prick; I Love it filling up my little snatch this way!  Oh, push it to me,
darling -- fuck me deep and strong, Daddy; fuck your little girl."
	Lauralee could see the steady  movement of the big, engorged club
as it worked in and out of the gripping cunt lips, glistening wetly now
from the hot lubrication of the girl's juicy vagina.  She saw Bettina
twisting upon the thick impalement; hunching her belly and bracing her
feet against the couch with the small, rounded knees bent and the slender
thighs spread wide.  Chris's' pole surged powerfully into h is daughter's
convulsing hole, his balls swinging in slow, hypnotic arcs.
	Her son's prick followed the beat, plunging into the liquid depths
of her cunt, and Luaralee met him stroke for stroke, smiling as she felt
his eagerness and adoration with which her probed her suctioning box.
	Bettina hammered her small fists upon her father's muscular back. 
Her crotch struck his pelvis, and tiny, beautiful girl tried to lift him
in to the air, but he continued to drive that big peter fiercely into her
snatch, holding her gyrating ass cheeks in the spread of one big hand,
with the other palm flat against her lower belly.
	Grunting, Lauralee felt the sledging of her boy's stiff meat as
Robbie tried to pile-drive even his balls up into her buttery hole.  She
fucked him back with primitive urgency, and wakened bitch in full heat,
panting and corkscrewing her violent cunt all of the boy's pistoning cock.
 Her head bobbed each time Robbie drove it home to the hilt, but that
didn't interfere with her view of the equally hectic fucking that was
threatening to destroy her sofa.  She didn't care if the damned this fell
off its legs.  That couch had only been for prim sitting, or for the
snoring form of her ex-husband.  Fucking gave that piece of furniture
meaning and form, and she hoped that semen would splatter the cushions,
scenting the material with the exotic stains of  lovemaking.
	Bettina cried out: "Daddy---oh, you stiff-cocked, horny Daddy! 
You're making me come--oohhh!  Ahhh!  Such a big, strong prick!-----Oh!  
*OH!*"
	The girl's back arched and Lauralee could plainly see the erotic
spasm that rippled the velvet skin of the flat, sweaty belly.  Bettina's
head rolled from side to side, her eyes closed and her tiny teeth locked
into the pink lushness of her lower lip.  Bent as a drawn bow, she hung
upon the apex of rapture for a long, shuddering moment, then collapsed.
	Chris Hartmann hung over his supine daughter, his shaft driven to
the balls, and Luaralee watched as the man's scrotum knotted, as it jerked
and heaved.  ;He grunted then, a great exhalation of breath, and she knew
that he was ejaculating a huge, squirting geyser of semen into Bettina's
thrilled little cunt.
	Quivering, Lauralee's eyes glazed when her son continued to jam
the prick to her pussy, and realized that the boy had turned away his
face, that he had seen the climax between his young wife and his
father-in-law, and now had his mouth fastened greedily to an aching nipple
of his mother's breast.  Robbie's cock was going full blast now, the boy's
testicles blurring against her inner thighs as they flung themselves
upward.
	She laid the sweetness of her vagina to him, wriggling upon the
stabbing cockhead and clamping it with the hungry strength of her vaginal
muscles.  Her womb gave and recoiled with the spongy bumping of her son's
far-reaching knob, and she felt the sunburst gathering in her straining
clitoris.
	"Close, close, close!" she chanted deliriously.  "I'm close to
coming, baby.  Come on,  come *on*!  Hammer that sweet prick into my cunt,
you wonderful little motherfucker!"
	Robbie's cockhead squirted like a volcano, and the sizzling, thick
lava rained throughout her vagina.  His prick bounced and throbbed, and
she writhed lasciviously upon the spitting juices as her own orgasm came
whipping furiously, lashing her cunt into a maddened frenzy and flashing
in an eerie circle back to her asshole.  It was perfect, and she
luxuriated in its ultimate gratification.

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Yarddogx
