David Ingram - Hot bed family

She was only fifteen when the first male hand slipped inside her panties, and not many minutes older when she discovered the thrill of a hot, pulsing prick in her hand. She was young and afraid to fuck, so she sucked him off. From then on, every boy she dated deposited his slime in her mouth at least once.

She had wanted to go to her marriage bed a virgin, but it just wasn't in the cards. Her uncle took her cherry while she was staying with them to care for his infant son while his wife was in the hospital having another. They slept together every night she was in the hospital. And of course there were several others after that.

Helen continuing jacking off her son. Unlike his daddy's cock, Peter's was circumcised, making the head look so huge and smooth. She realized she wanted it down between her legs, to feel the swollen bulb push slowly up into her cunt. The thought of intercourse with her son revolted her, yet she still wanted it.

"Does that feel good, honey?" she said.

"It feels wonderful, Mother. It feels wonderful. Please don't stop."

"I won't, baby, not until you come. Are you getting close?"

"Yes, yes! Go faster, Mama, I'm almost there!"

It made her tingle to think of her son's semen gushing out over her hand. She knew she could never come herself without touching between her legs, but it was thrilling just to be holding his hard cock in her hand, knowing she was going to bring him off.

When he popped, she was unprepared for the explosion, having forgotten how much farther young boys squirt their stuff. He grunted and hunched, spurting out onto the steering wheel, onto his pants, onto her hand. Still she pumped on, refusing to stop until he was dry.

"Was it good, darling?" she asked, still holding his gooey cock in her hand.

"Oh, Mom! It was wonderful! Better than it's ever been."

"Do you do it often?"

"Pretty often." He blushed. "I wish you could do it for me all the time."

I wish I could too, Helen thought. She was blushing, too.

Helen turned away from him to get her purse and quickly sucked his cum from her hand. She took out several tissues and cleaned up the mess.

About five o'clock Helen hunched her shoulders in a gesture of fatigue and said, "I'm too tired to drive any more. I think we'll get a motel and drive on in the morning."

At the next town Helen pulled into a big motel with a restaurant and lounge.

"Let's stop over to the restaurant and eat, honey," she said to Peter after they had registered.

"I need a drink to relax before we eat. You don't mind, do you?"

"No, go ahead," he answered.

The one drink before dinner turned into an even dozen. After the fourth, she ordered one for Peter every other round. Peter was feeling quite good and Helen was drunk by the time dinner arrived.

The liquor stimulated Peter's appetite and he ate ravenously. She had two more drinks after dinner. Peter had never seen his mother tight before.

On the way back to their room, she stumbled and almost fell Peter put his arm around his voluptuous mother, his hand snugged against the underside of one breast. She leaned heavily against him.

Peter helped her inside. "Gosh, Mom, there's only one bed," he said.

"Well, never mind about that, just get ready for bed and crawl in. We're so tired I don't think we'll keep each other awake, anyway. I'm going to take a hot shower."

After Helen had gone into the bathroom. Peter took off all his clothing. The cool, crisp sheets felt good against his bare skin, especially his cock, which was half hard.

When Helen stepped from the bathroom, he pretended to be asleep, but he almost gasped out loud. His mother was wearing her robe, but she hadn't pulled it closed. He could see half of each tit and all of her hair-covered mound.

"That felt wonderful," she said. "Are you asleep yet?"

"Mmmmmffff," Peter mumbled, rolling onto his side so he could see her better. He kept his eyes half closed.

Peter's prick was at full attention.

She lit a cigarette and sat down in a chair facing the bed, her robe falling completely open. Peter could see both her tits, the nipples big and dark, and her soft belly tapered down to a thick nest of hair.

She crossed her legs for a minute, then uncrossed them. They came apart, a little at first, then widely. Peter's eyes came open at the sight of her pink, pouting cunt; Helen pretended not to notice. She sat like this until she was sure he was good and hot, then she got up, snuffed out the cigarette, and turned off the lights. Her robe slithered to the floor before she crawled into bed with him.

Peter rolled onto his back and lay rigid.

Helen's hand slid across his bare chest. "Are you asleep?" she asked softly.

"Not completely," he answered, trying to sound drowsy.

"Would you like to kiss Mother goodnight?" She didn't wait for his answer, but moved close and pressed her mouth over his. Her hand moved in a circular motion on his chest while they kissed, going lower and lower until she touched his pubic hair.

"You're not wearing any underwear!" she cried.

"No. I always sleep naked, Mom."

Her fingertips slid down into his hair until they brushed against his cock. "Son, you're hard again!" she cried.

"I know it, Mom. I couldn't help it."

"Why?" Her fingers slowly closed around his hard prick. "Why do you have a hard-on again?"

"You know why. I wasn't really asleep and I was looking at you. You're so sexy and beautiful Mom. Will you masturbate me again? Please?"

"I might have to. You certainly feel like you need it," she said, already pulling gently on his cock. "Oh, Peter, it makes me blush, even in the dark, but holding you like this makes me so… hot."

She moved closer to him, her hand moving steadily. "Have you ever gone all the way with a girl?" she whispered.

"No, Mom, never."

"Have you ever felt a girl up, under her clothing, I mean?"

"No," he answered again.

"I'm not wearing anything, Peter," she said, and put his hand on her bare belly. "Move your hand down between my legs, honey." She closed her eyes and hissed softly while his hand moved down into her pubic bush.

"It isn't good for a sixteen-year-old boy to be completely innocent. Later, when you marry, you should know what to do. Your father didn't know what to do on our wedding night. He was scared and clumsy and it took a great deal of adjusting to get over it. He hurt me and I think I sometimes still resent it. Put your finger up inside me."

Her cunt was wet and his finger went in smoothly.

"Easy, baby, not too rough. Move it in and out, Peter. Yes, like that! Ooooooh, honey! It feels as good to me as it did to you when I played with you this afternoon."

Helen moved so one of her large tits was near his face.

"I nursed you when you were a baby, Peter; suck me now like you did then. My nipples are very excitable. I shouldn't tell you this, but it used to excite me when I nursed you, and sometimes I would masturbate while you nursed and have the most glorious orgasms; not always, but pretty often. I liked to play with your tiny cock, too. I even…" Helen knew she was saying too much, but she felt drunk and hot, "… even took it in my mouth. You don't remember, but it would get hard when I played with it even then, and especially when I sucked it." She held his face against her big tit so he couldn't see her blush. "Oh honey, it excited your mommy so to suck your cock when you were a baby."

"Would you suck it now, Mother? Please!" he asked excitedly.

"Oh, yes, yes, yes! Anything you want. But only a little, because I think… I want you to… to…" Her voice was a hoarse whisper. "I'm going to say it, Peter. I want you to fuck me. Do you want to?"

"Oh, God, Mama, yes!" he cried.

She rolled onto her back, pulling his hand from between her legs. "Come on top of me, Son, now! I want to feel you inside me. I'll suck you all you want later, or even in the morning, but fuck me now!"