David Ingram - Hot bed family

His mouth dropped open, his tongue stabbing out to lick at his dry lips. Her tits were huge, the nipples dark and erect. Her panties were very abbreviated, to say the least, the hair climbing out above the waistband and protruding profusely at the edges. Most of the hair was confined inside and bulged at the skimpy garment, though.

"I might let you see even more if you'll do something for me first," she said.

"Anything!" Peter blurted. "Just ask."

"Take your prick out and let me see it. I can tell it's good and hard."

Peter deftly unzipped his jeans and took out his prick, his hand shaking only a little. He had an unusually large glans at the end of his man-sized pecker, and it was wet and shiny from his excitement. It stuck straight up in the air.

"Ooooh, Jesus! Peter, you really have a nice one!" Joan cried. "Jack off a little, only don't come."

Peter proudly wrapped his hand around the long stem of hard flesh, and pumped slowly up and down.

"God, Peter, it's bigger than your daddy's!" Joan gasped.

Peter stopped his action and looked at her. "You've seen my dad's? When?"

Joan bit her lip. "Oh," she said, trying to sound casual, "I've spent a lot of time around your house. Your sister is my best friend, you know."

Peter leaned back in his chair, resuming his light stroking. He was sure that his father had fucked her now, anyway. What really interested him was that Joan thought his cock was bigger than his dad's.

"Come over here, Peter. I want to feel it," Joan said.

Peter got up and walked over to where she was sitting, his hand still around his prick. She brushed his hand away and put her own in its place.

"My, it sure is hard," she said. "And the end is so wet… it's all sticky."

"Yeah, it gets that way when I get excited," he said confidently.

"Maybe I'd better do something for it," she said, bending down, taking the whole head inside her mouth.

"Jesus, Joan, I really like that!" Peter cried.

She let the fat head plop from her lips. "I really like it, too," she said, looking up at him. "I think I'll suck it some more." She took him into her mouth again and sucked him. And then she stopped. "I'll let you come off in my mouth if you do something for me first."

"What do you want me to do?" he cried, his cock already aching for a good shot.

"I want you to get on your knees in front of me and put your face between my legs and kiss me. Peter, I want you to eat my pussy."

"I've never done that before," he lied, not wanting to tell her that he had eaten his own mother's snatch.

"If you ever expect to keep a girl happy, Peter, you'd better learn how to eat cunt, and there's no time like the present to start. Girls love to have their pussies eaten."

Peter dropped to his knees. Joan opened her legs wide and put her hands to the back of his head and slowly pulled his face into her crotch.

"Sniff around a little and kiss my thighs and bite at me through my panties before we take them off. I love a man's face between my legs. I love for a man to tease me with his lips and tongue."

Peter kissed back and forth on the soft tender skin of her thighs, working slowly up to the wet crotch band of her panties. He kissed the puffy lips through the soggy material, then bit gently, first one lip then the other. Joan squealed with pleasure. And then he drew the wet crotchband into his mouth and sucked at it, letting his tongue sneak in to stab at the frothy crevice of her cunt.

"Oh my God, Peter, you must have done this before… take off my underpants, take them off! I want your mouth there; I want to be eaten!" she hissed. "And don't worry, I'm clean. I took a bath just before you got here."

Peter wasn't concerned about that; he had decided after going down on his mother that he liked the pungent smell of a randy woman – it was the smell of sex. And the taste, well, the more taste the better. He wished she hadn't just taken a bath.

Joan raised herself so he could pull her panties down. She pushed her cunt into his open mouth.

Joan thought she was in Heaven with a mouth on her pussy. Peter was no amateur, of that she was sure. He had his tongue deep in her cunt, his upper lip rubbing at her clit, and she moaned, the deep thrills filling her sex cavity.

Joan had decided after her first experience with oral sex that she preferred it to fucking. Her husband had never excited her much with his prick, and only after he had sucked her tits long and hard did she enjoy his prick. The bastard wouldn't go down on her, the one time she asked he had gotten angry and hit her. She had vowed to make him pay for that.

It worried Joan that her husband didn't thrill her, and it was only after she became pregnant that she realized she was hung up on oral sex. Lips and tongue thrilled her anywhere on her body, and only after a man had properly prepared her fuck slot with his mouth did she enjoy being fucked, and then she would usually come copiously immediately upon insertion. In her seventh month of pregnancy, she had met an older man in her doctor's office and let him drive her home. He ate her cunt in the car in the driveway. She met him every day for several weeks after, and he would eat her and then shove his cock into her and come instantly. She didn't care because she'd already gotten her jollies. She knew after that, though, that she preferred oral sex.

She loved to kiss and lick a man's body, ending with his cock in her mouth. Sucking a cock all the way was bliss to her.

"I'm going to come, Peter darling," she sighed with a shudder, and she came, jerking violently.

Peter raised his face from her hairy crotch, it was wet and sticky from her flowing juices. "Now it's my turn, baby," he said.

He got to his feet and thrust his cock against her face. Her mouth closed quickly over the sticky knob. While she sucked, her hands undid his belt and pushed his pants down to his knees, then found his balls. She cradled them while she sucked. She let his cock go and sucked his balls, her tongue licking the deep crease between his nuts and his leg. She returned her mouth to his pecker and had the first two joints of her finger in his asshole when he came. It was a heavy load and it filled her mouth. She swallowed hungrily.

"Let's go in the bedroom and get naked," she said. "If you can get it up again, you can fuck me. Rick won't be home for hours."

Joan made a couple more drinks while Peter undressed, and then they lay on the bed, and necked until he got hard again.

Peter had no difficulty getting his big glans inside her hole; it slipped right in.

"Oh, Jesus, Peter, your cock is so big, it feels so nice. And the head is so big, pull almost out and just use the knob. Ooooooh! Goddamn, yes!" she cried. "I haven't let Rick fuck me since six weeks before the baby was born. If you'll come over to see me often, I'll see how long I can put him off. You're better than he is! Oooooh, that's so good, honey! Your cock is so fat – you're much better than your daddy."

Peter stopped and lifted up. "My dad fucked you?"

"Oh, honey, don't stop! Yes, your daddy fucked me!"

"Tell me about it. How many times?"

"Come close again, honey. That's it! Push it all the way in! Ooooooh, Peter, you have such a big cock." She wrapped her legs around his back, pulling him all the way in. "Well, he only fucked me once, and that was in the choir loft in the church after a wedding practice. I made him eat my cunt first; he's good at that. I think that Tom Henderson balled your darling sister that same day, too."

Peter was hunching hard now. "Yeah, I'm not surprised. I'm sure he fucked my mom, too, in his motel."

"Not too fast, honey, easy, yeah, yeah. Like that! Ooooh, Christ, it feels good! I'm getting close, darling – fuck hard!"

"I fucked Linda, too, on her wedding day," Peter boasted. "I-I fucked my mom. And she sucked my cock, and I ate her pussy."