David Ingram - Hot bed family

"Mom, I'm so hot. I wantta fuck!" Peter screamed.

She had the back door open and pushed him out, his cock still dangling from the front of his pants. "Tomorrow, tomorrow," she said quickly. "Stay home from school. We'll spend the whole day in bed together. Go now, go on your date." She slammed the door closed, her heart pounding.

Helen picked up the glass from the counter and drained it, then smoothed her skirt again and left the kitchen. Linda was just coming in the front room, Bill close behind.

"Hi, Mother. We're back. The honeymoon is over." She giggled.

"I-I didn't expect you kids until tomorrow," she said, her face flushed, a nerve twitching in the side of her neck.

Linda ran to her mother and gave her a peck on the cheek. "We decided to drive on in tonight, sleep all day tomorrow. Give your mama-in-law a kiss, William."

Bill came over and gave her a smooch on the cheek. "Hello, Mother Helen," he said. He looked tired.

"You look tired, William. Sit down, both of you; I'll fix you a drink, help you relax."

"God, I think I can use it," Bill said, falling heavily into a big chair.

Helen returned with the drinks and sat beside Linda on the couch. Bill drank his too fast. Helen went to get him another. She returned again and sat carelessly, revealing too much leg. Bill had difficulty keeping his eyes from creeping up the shadowy canyon between her thighs. He knew the rewards waiting at the end of the canyon, he'd had ample instruction the past two weeks. Linda had fucked his brains out.

Linda babbled steadily about their trip while they drank. Halfway through his third, Bill suddenly turned very white.

"I-I think I'm going to be sick!" he cried. He jumped to his feet and rushed for the toilet.

"He still can't hold his liquor," Linda said, shaking her head. "The poor dear is worn out, too." She giggled, feeling the good effect of her third drink.

They could hear Bill vomiting. He finally returned, pale and shaking. "I'd better lie down," he said weakly.

"Go up to my room, honey. It's the first door past the potty," Linda told him.

"Don't you think you'd better go with him?" Helen said.

"No. He'll be fine. He does it every time he has more than one drink." She laughed wildly. "You'd think a grown man could hold more than a couple of stiff drinks, but the poor baby is worn out. I fucked him silly."

"Linda, that's no way to talk."

"Don't act the prude with me, Mom. You've been sitting there giving him a good look at your fat legs. And that loose blouse can't hide that you're not wearing a bra. Your nipples stand out like marbles."

"That isn't true. I didn't," Helen cried, indignantly. She blushed a deep red, tugged at her too-short skirt.

"It's too late for that, Mom. You shouldn't wear such short skirts; your hips are too wide." She laughed again, hilariously. "Don't get mad, I'm kidding. Let's have another round."

Linda did the honors this time, and sat facing her mother.

"You know, I think you're a little drunk," Linda said, sipping from her glass, her eyes teasing over the rim. "You must have been at the sauce before we got here."

"Do you think he's all right, Linda? William, I mean."

"Yeah. He's fine. Quit worrying about him."

"I think you'd better go up and check."

"No way, Mama. I'm sitting here enjoying my booze."

They sat in silence for several minutes, then Helen put her glass on the coffee table. It was empty. "Well, I'm going up and see if he's all right," Helen said.

"Suit yourself, Mom."

Helen got to her feet, self-consciously tugging her skirt down, and left the room. She went quickly up the stairs, staggering slightly, down the hall, and quietly opened the door. The room was dark, but she could hear William's heavy breathing.

"Are you all right, William?" she said softly.

"Huh, what… yes," he mumbled.

She stepped into the dark room. "You sure?"

"Yes, yes, I feel much better. Thank you for asking."

Helen crossed the dark room and sat on the edge of the bed. She put her hand on his forehead. "You don't have any fever," she said.

Bill giggled foolishly, then put his hand on top of hers. "That feels nice, Mother Helen," he said. "I just can't hold it. I still feel a little drunk, all loose and giddy, and kind of good – yeah, I feel kind of good all over." He squeezed her hand.

Helen tingled at the touch of his hand on hers. "My poor darling," she said. "I was worried about you."

"Mother Helen, you're so nice." He sounded like a little boy.

She leaned forward, kissed him on the cheek. She stroked his hair and pressed her cheek against his. Bill moaned softly and turned his face to her and all of a sudden their mouths were touching, softly at first, and then in a hard kiss.

"Oh, William," she gasped.

"Lie down beside me for a minute," he said.

Without hesitation, she lifted her feet from the floor and was lying beside him, close beside him. She could feel his smoothly muscled body against her. She put her hand on his chest and gently massaged him through the sheet.

Bill moved his arm under her head. They kissed again. It was a long kiss, a hard kiss. Her hand moved down his chest to his stomach, circling slowly, and she felt his cock under the sheet. He was obviously naked, and his cock was hard. Her fingers instinctively curled around his sheet-shrouded cock.

"Yes, yes, Mother Helen, hold it tight!" Bill gasped.

She squeezed it, and started to slowly masturbate him through the sheet. She found his mouth again, this time with her tongue, and slowly fucked his face in perfect time with her moving hand.

Bill lay inert, paralyzed with desire. The Palmer women, mother and daughter, were a new experience for him. His cock throbbed inside her hand. He slowly lifted with his hips to meet her movements.

Helen let go of his prick and sat up. Her blouse came off, then she stood and let her skirt drop to the floor. She was naked. She kicked off her shoes and slid under the sheet with the naked young man.

One of her soft thighs slid under his, the other on top, and with her hand she quickly found his prick again. "Oh, William, you feel so good; you have such a nice cock," she sighed, stroking slowly. She pressed closer, forcing her cunt against the side of his leg, wetting it with her soaking hair. "I want you, baby, I want you so bad."

Helen Palmer moved on top of him without losing his cock. Her legs straddled his groin and she deftly pushed the head into her cunt. Bill lifted with his hips and his cock slid smoothly into her wet hole.

"Oh, God, let's fuck, fuck, fuck!" Helen moaned.

Linda stood in the door to the bedroom. Excitement welled in her belly and she could feel her juices running, soaking into the crotch of her tight jeans. She snapped on the light. The sheet was thrown back and she saw her mother on top of her husband humping, both stark naked. Helen was fucking slowly, her ass rising and falling, and Linda could see William's cock slide up inside her cunt, then pull slowly out.

Helen turned her head to look at Linda. Her eyes were glazed, either from the booze or maybe from the pure lust of what she was doing. She continued fucking, reached back with her hands, and pulled the sheet up over their bodies. Linda grinned and left the room. She was glad her mother was fucking her husband.

Helen straddled her son-in-law, fucking steadily, until she felt him coming, felt his prick squirt up inside her. "Oooooh, William! That's it, honey! Come inside Mama; empty yourself in me! It feels so good; does it feel good to you?"

Bill grunted with pleasure each time a spurt came out. He lay still and let her fuck him dry.

"I'm sorry I came so quick," he said. "I usually last longer, but you… you were so good."

"Thank you, honey, and it's okay. You'll last longer next time." She hesitated a moment. "Yes, there will be a next time."