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CHAPTER THREE

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 he 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 – think what you're doing! Oh please, please…"

The girl's face was intent, the green eyes fixed upon her. "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 hair.

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 – push 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! Ohh! 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 a boy'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.