David Ingram - Hot bed family

She let him settle comfortably on top of her and reached between their bodies and found his prick. It was as large as a grown man's, larger than Dan's. She nuzzled the thick knob against the length of her slit before she pushed it slowly inside the puffy lips. It popped into her cunt.

"Ooooooh, Son! My baby darling!" she moaned. "What have I been missing?"

He pushed in, his shaft going deeper. Helen spread her legs and lifted her knees to make penetration easier. He continued pushing until he was all the way in.

"Now just lie still for a few minutes," his mother said. "We'll call this your first lesson in how to please your future wife. I don't want her going through what I went through. Now start thrusting gently. Yes, yesssss… like that, in and out, in and out. Ohhh, honey, that's good. Not quite so fast, I don't want you to come too quickly. Let your new bride get there, too. She deserves a good come that first time."

They fucked deliciously for several minutes, Helen guiding him all the way. She stopped him each time she thought he was getting too close. The good tingles were already starting in her own belly.

"Is it good for you, Peter? Are you enjoying it as much as I am?" she asked.

"Oh yes, Mother, yes! It feels wonderful!"

"Did you want to fuck that waitress this morning?" Helen asked, trying to hold her orgasm off for a few more minutes.

"Yes, Mom. It was all I could think of."

"I thought you did. It made me a little jealous. That's why you started playing with your prick in the back seat, isn't it?"

"Yes, Mom."

"Have you ever wished you could fuck me before?"

"So many times I can't count them. I've peeked at you when you were dressing and then went to my room and jacked off."

His last remark did it. She started coming.

"Peter, oh Peter, I'm coming! Your mother's coming!" she cried. "Pull almost out and fuck with just the knob. Fuck fast, fast! Mmmmmm, darling! You have such a wonderful knob, so fat and hard! It feels so good!"

Her body was rigid as she jerked wildly. Her pussy gripped the head of his cock, squeezing and sucking.

Peter grunted deep in his throat when he felt his balls tighten and the fluid start. His juice slammed into her pussy in quick, thick spurts.

"Oh, Peter! Peter! Peter!" she moaned. "Come inside me! Fill my belly up with your stuff."

Later, Peter went to sleep in her arms. She cuddled him to her breast and held his slimy prick in her hand. It was such a large prick for a young boy; if it grew any more, he would be a real stud. His balls were big, too; the bag felt silky and was covered with soft hair.

Helen didn't go to sleep for a long while. She imagined her son fucking the stacked waitress in the back seat of the car while she drove down the road. Her fantasy spread to his fucking other girls. When she finally dropped off to sleep, her body tingled with a newborn sexual excitement.

Peter awakened first the next morning. He slowly recalled what had happened the night before and he put his hand between his mother's legs. They slowly moved open until he had complete access to her cunt. It was a very hairy cunt, and felt wet and slippery when he pushed two fingers up into her hole. It was warm and nice in there, too. She started moaning softly, her hips lifting up to meet his hand as he finger-fucked her.

His gentle fucking soon lulled her from her sleep. As her eyes opened and she realized what was happening, her fist closed around his hard cock. She moved it back and forth on his length, keeping time with his fingers in her cunt.

"You have such a nice hard-on, honey," she said sleepily. "Let's take a shower together and I'll suck you like I promised. We'll call it lesson number two."

She held his cock while he urinated and then he stood back and watched while she squatted over the bowl and pissed. She even spread the lips of her cunt so he could see.

In the shower, she soaped him all over, working up a thick lather around his prick and balls. She kneeled quickly and took the soapy shaft into her mouth. It went from half hard to very hard quickly. She sucked ravenously, taking him from head to deep throat and then back again. When she thought he was on the verge of spending, she let his cock fall free.

"Let's go in on the bed," she said.

They went into the bedroom. They were both wet and slippery. Peter pushed his mother onto the bed, her hair spreading wetly over the pillow, her legs falling open in invitation.

"I'm going to fuck you again, mother," he said.

"Yes, Peter, yes! I want you to!"

He fell on top of her and put his cock to the mouth of her cunt. He pushed in and easily went to the hilt with one easy motion. Helen grunted with pleasure and held him tightly, her hips urging him to fuck faster.

"Yesss, Peter, fuck your mother, fuck her good!" she hissed. "Make me feel good again, make me come again. Oooooh, honey, that feels so good! Don't hold off, keep going, faster… I'm almost there already… fuck me, come inside my cunt again. OH, Jesus, it feels good! I've needed this for so long. I… I… oh, yes, yes, I'm… Goddamn, fuck me faster… I'm there!"

Helen came first. She locked her legs around his back, humping with him thrust for thrust. It was so different than it was with Dan; it was the way fucking was supposed to be, hot and exciting. She didn't really feel it when he came, but he poured another load of sticky liquid inside her pussy.

It was a quick, hard fuck, but a very satisfying one for both. They felt drained and good.

They had breakfast at the motel restaurant and then started out. Peter drove for the first three hours while Helen pretended to doze. Her deed had finally sunk in, and she felt horrible about what she had done. She swore that it would never happen again, no matter how much she had enjoyed it, and she had enjoyed copiously.

They stopped for lunch and then Helen took the wheel. They were within twenty miles of home when Peter unzipped his pants and took his cock out. It was already bone hard from thinking about his lovely mother.

Helen stiffened. "No, Peter, we mustn't! Not ever again!"

Peter took his mother's hand from the wheel and placed it on his hard cock.

"Play with it for about a mile, Mother, then pull off to the side of the road and suck me off. All the way. You promised."

"No, Peter, no! What we did was wrong. I don't know what came over me. It was incest, and incest is wrong."

"No, Mom, it was good."

Helen held back a sob and pulled onto the shoulder. His cock was completely hard inside her hand. She pulled on the hand brake, the motor still running, and with a moan of frustration fell face down in his lap. Her mouth was open to receive the head of his cock.

Sucking in the fat head, she loved the male taste of her son, the sweat from the morning's drive, the natural pungent cock taste, and the salty clear fluid that oozed out to clear a path for the hot jism. She sucked urgently, rubbing the long shaft with her fist. It had been a long time since she had tasted male jizz, and she wanted it now. She had enjoyed sucking cocks, and she realized she enjoyed it now. Helen liked cock sucking.

Peter stiffened. "God, Mom, that feels so fucking good! Suck hard! I'm going to come! Take me in your mouth; swallow it!"

Helen felt the slimy gobs of goo squirting into her mouth. They were almost tasteless on her palate, yet they burned a fiery trail down her gullet. Men tasted different; some much better than others. Peter's tasted good, very good, and she swallowed with relish. She wished now that she hadn't been so faithful to Dan; there were quite a few men who would gladly fuck her, and who would just as gladly let her suck their cocks.

Peter fell back limp. "Jesus, Mother, that was wonderful. I just can't get enough. I want to know how you taste. I want to kiss your pussy."